Zhao Ji asked anxiously: "How should I accumulate merits? Do you want to go to Mount Tai for the Fengshan?"
Emperor Zhenzong of Song was the last emperor to carry out Fengshan, and his story was full of drama.
A farce of "The Book of Heaven falls from the sky" actually staged.
From then on, no emperor had the courage to go to Fengshan.
Fengshan was a way for ancient kings to show their great achievements.
It is also a ceremony to report work to heaven and earth and declare that one is ordered by heaven.
However, Zhao Ji did not have any achievements worth boasting about. Where did he get the courage to go to Mount Tai for the Fengshan period?
Zhou Hao shook his head: "It is neither easy nor easy to accumulate merits in the official family. People are the spirit of all things. What you only need to do will benefit the survival and development of the people of the Song Dynasty and let the people praise you from the bottom of their hearts. Then your merits will be fulfilled. When you are a hundred years later, you will definitely become a star in the sky and live forever!"
He is a pure fool, but if Zhao Ji can really become a wise ruler, his next life will be good.
That's all!
Of course, before his death, Zhou Hao recovered his true identity as Emperor Donghua, and he really had the ability to make Zhao Ji become an immortal.
Zhou Hao: "Simply put, if you do your job well, you will have merits. Of course, there will be more merits. As an emperor, you can benefit the people of the Song Dynasty with one order, so it is relatively easy to obtain merits."
Zhao Ji asked: "Where are you saying it's not easy?"
Zhou Hao suddenly became solemn: "What is not easy is that the officials must restrain their desires. In the future, you can only seek pleasure in the harem and give up the search for things like "Flowers and Shigang" that are exhausting the people and causing money. You need to be diligent in political affairs, be close to virtuous ministers and stay away from villains, rectify the army of the Song Dynasty, appropriately delegate power to border guards, and improve the treatment and status of military generals. Generals can not participate in politics, but they must receive the respect they deserve. Officials, defending their families and the country, do not rely on the pen of corrupt scholars, but soldiers!"
The diner who was responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds was frightened. He had never heard anyone talk to Zhao Ji like this.
Zhao Ji sat heavily on the chair, his face constantly changing.
After a while, Zhao Ji said, "National Master, can you calculate the fate of my Song Dynasty?"
Zhou Hao: "No need to calculate, I can let you see what has indeed happened!"
Zhao Ji asked in surprise: "How can I explain this?"
Zhou Hao stretched out his hand and a thick book appeared on his hand, with no words on the cover.
This is an excerpt from Song Huizong in the history of the Song Dynasty written by Zhou Hao.
He said to Zhao Ji: "The official family has the saying that Buddhism has three thousand great worlds. This is a symbol. In fact, there are countless worlds, and no one can count them. There may be countless great Songs among these infinite worlds. This book is the history of the great Song Dynasty, which has been civilization a thousand years later. Officials can refer to it."
Zhao Ji took it with some excitement.
Zhou Hao: "Officials, this book cannot be made known to the second person, Shaoyang has surrendered."
Zhao Ji nodded solemnly.
Although he did not think that the Song Dynasty in that world was exactly the same as him, it was still useful to make some references.
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Zhou Hao slowly walked out of the Imperial Study Room and stood still. He turned around and looked at the direction of the Imperial Study Room.
I hope Zhao Ji will wake up after seeing his own experience.
But Zhao Ji may not believe it at all.
Or maybe he was so scared that he abdicated the throne to his son and found a place to hide himself.
But if Zhao Ji chooses to wake up and start working hard to govern, Zhou Hao will do his best to help him.
After all, the two of them have visited brothels more than once.
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Shenhou Mansion.
This is not a real historical world, but a world that has been processed by some artistic workers.
Therefore, it has the thickness of history and makes modern people's aesthetics feel uncontradictory.
Zhou Hao did not inform him of entering the Shenhou Mansion.
He walked towards the pavilion along a spacious path made of blue cobblestones.
It had just rained and the path was washed clean.
There are also crystal clear raindrops on the flowers and plants on both sides, emitting a faint fragrance.
The layout of the Shenhou Mansion is not as good as the Tongzhen Villa, which is like a small garden, but it is also very exquisite.
Zhou Hao walked along the bluestone road through a rockery and finally saw the pavilion by the pond.
Wuqing wore a light green long dress with long hair scattered on his shoulders.
Around it is a piece of bamboo, and the bamboo leaves sway gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.
She was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the bamboo forest with a quiet face.
I don't know what I thought of, her rosy mouth slowly curled up, and she showed a charming smile.
Zhou Hao did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, so Wuqing soon discovered Zhou Hao.
"You're here?"
"I am coming!"
Zhou Hao looked forward to it for a long time without waiting for Wuqing to speak the conversation in Gu Long.
Because this is not Gu Long’s martial arts world.
Zhou Hao feeds Wuqing again and takes a resurrection pill.
Then Xiaoyu checked it out again.
Xiaoyu: "The recovery is very good. People who practice martial arts are much better than ordinary people. You can try to walk down the ground."
Wuqing blinked his almond eyes and looked at Zhou Hao with anticipation: "How is my legs? Have you recovered a little more?"
"I think you can try to stand up!"
Zhou Hao said as he reached out and held his ruthless hands and encouraged him: "Put down your feet and stand up with force."
Wuqing did not disgust Zhou Hao's hand-holding movements. She believed Zhou Hao, so she bit her lip and took Zhou Hao's hand and stood up slowly.
But at this moment, Wuqing suddenly felt weak and leaned into Zhou Hao's arms.
Zhou Hao hugged her and comforted her: "It's okay, with me here, don't you have much strength in your legs?"
A girl's body fragrance refreshed, making Zhou Hao subconsciously hug Wuruo tighten.
Wuqing blushed and bleeding: "I'm fine, I just haven't used my legs for a long time."
She mustered up the courage to break free from Zhou Hao's arms, but she still grabbed Zhou Hao's arm tightly.
When she stood firm, the two began to move forward slowly.
Wurong recovered faster than Zhou Hao imagined. She is a first-class expert with profound internal strength.
After the meridians on the legs were repaired, Wuqing began to use internal force to restore his calves.
So there will be no such thing as ordinary people who have not been in the ground for many years and are difficult to walk.
Zhou Hao helped her slowly walk out of the pavilion and came to the hall.
"Ah! Sister Wuqing, can you stand up? That's great!"
"Sister Wuqing, congratulations!"
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SHIELD... Bah! The four nicknames of the Shenhou Mansion surrounded them, and they were all sincerely happy for Wuruth.
Zhui Ming whispered to the iron hand next to him with red eyes: "Don't her legs be useless?"
Tiexhou looked at Wuqing with relief and said, "She was injured in both legs and has been in a wheelchair for more than ten years. The national teacher's medical skills are so wise!"
Zhui Ming nodded: "This kind of old wound can be cured, and it is indeed magical."
At this time, Wuqing could already walk slowly by herself, and she walked to the iron hand.
With tears in his eyes, he said, "Brother Tiexue, I can stand up."
Tiexue nodded violently: "Okay! That's great!"
He can only say these words now.
Chapter completed!