Since Gao Qiu was overthrown, Prime Minister Cai Jing has begun to pay attention to various events in Bianjing.
In Cai Jing's view, with Tong Guan's power, it would be easy to depose Zhao Huan.
But the result was exactly the opposite. Under Tong Guan's series of offensives, not only did Prince Ding's palace not collapse, but he became more courageous and stronger as he fought.
If it had been left in the past, Cai Jing would naturally not have to worry. Even if Tong Guan couldn't handle Zhao Huan, there was still Zhao Ji standing behind him.
Your Majesty will never sit idly by and ignore Zhao Huan's growth.
Now the situation has changed. With the redemption of Yanyun and Jiuzhou in vain, the national policy of the Song Dynasty has begun to shift towards the main battle.
At this time, Zhao Huan, a die-hard hawk, had gained power and posed little threat to His Majesty.
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Your Majesty will also secretly support Zhao Huan and let him go to the front line to fight, so that for his father, he can guard the border and consolidate the country of the Song Dynasty.
The arrival of this day is like the end for the six phases.
Whether it was the six ministers joining forces to weaken the imperial power and suppress the royal family, or the oppression and humiliation of Zhao Huan, the eldest son of the emperor, over the years, these were all reasons for Zhao Huan to take revenge wildly.
In other words, once Zhao Huan gains power, the first thing he will do is to find ways to kill the six prime ministers first!
Liu Xiang and Your Majesty can still make use of each other, but they have already reached the point where they are incompatible with each other and are at odds with each other.
Cai Jing was extremely disappointed with Tong Guan. Although he was not in Bianjing, he had sent someone to secretly send a letter to Zhang Mao.
Let Zhang Mao find a way to seize power from Tong Guan, and then encourage your Majesty to transfer him back to Bianjing.
As long as Cai Jing returns to Bianjing City, he can crush Zhao Huan to death in one go.
With Cai Jing's support behind him, Zhang Mao was naturally not afraid of Tong Guan. He actually changed his usual modesty and refuted it on the spot with a cold snort.
"Whether this is a dispute over music or a dispute over justice, the court will decide for itself!"
"I think the decline of the Song Dynasty was not because everyone was drunk and greedy for pleasure."
"Even court music has long been poisoned by love. Now it can only use folk tunes to sing the praises of the country. How sad?"
"I dare not forget about the country despite my humble position, but you ministers have completely forgotten about the country!"
Facing Zhang Mao's stern rebuttal, Tong Guan opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
Where did this bastard get the courage to contradict him face to face?
Considering Zhang Mao's status as a bachelor and an imperial official, Tong Guan immediately realized that there must be someone instigating behind Zhang Mao's death.
And this expert is only one of the six prime ministers!
Although the six prime ministers worked together to suppress the imperial power, their relationship was far from close. They were just intrigues in an environment where they shared the same hatred and the same enemy.
Work together to seize big power, fight within yourself to seize small power.
Tong Guan frowned. This was the first time he felt such a strong sense of crisis since he came to power.
No matter who the person behind Zhang Mao is, once he returns to Beijing, he will definitely squeeze out Tong Guan, take over the power, and deal with Zhao Huan personally.
Maybe Zhao Huan will collapse, but Tong Guan will definitely collapse first.
How could Tong Guan be willing to become a stepping stone for others?
The Yanle Field of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club has completely become an extension of the party struggle. Tong Guan must not let go and must fight to the end resolutely.
For a time, Tong Guan and his party members fought fiercely with the academicians of the Hanlin Academy headed by Zhang Mao, which even turned into cursing at each other.
However, Zhao Huan, who had caused this fierce party dispute, stood aside with his arms crossed, as if watching the fire from the other side.
"Dog bites dog, it's a hairy mouth."
"No matter what happens in Yanlechang, I will accept it happily."
A little song actually divided the court officials so seriously. The inner court, which originally shared the same hatred and fought against Zhao Huan, took the lead in tearing apart and attacking each other.
Whether Yan Lechang wins or not is no longer important to Zhao Huan.
His political goal has been achieved, and the effect is even better than expected.
You may win, but I will never lose!
Zhao Ji, who was aloof and aloof, gradually turned gloomy. He knew that with a wave of his hand, the Wudesi guards waiting beside him pushed the lowest-ranking minister out of Jiangxiao Tower on the spot, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.
The farce finally stopped.
Zhao Ji had a cold face, glanced at everyone, and started to scold him with disgust: "Do you still have the slightest demeanor that a courtier should have?"
"You are scolding me in front of me, but do you still have any royal power in your eyes? What do you think of this place? A vegetable market?!"
Although the royal family has declined, its power is still there!
Faced with Zhao Ji's scolding, both groups kept silent and bowed their heads, not daring to speak any more.
Zhao Ji's interest in Xiaoyuan Poetry Club has disappeared, and now he just wants to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.
"Prince Ding's Chi Ling song uses small emotions to convey great righteousness, with clever thoughts and sincere emotions. It is naturally a superior work."
"But this time the competition is about Yan music. King Yun's Xian Yuan music only agrees with the standards of palace music."
"I declare that King Yun is the winner!"
As Zhao Ji announced the result, Tong Guan breathed a sigh of relief, beamed on the spot, and cheered loudly with his party members.
"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"
But at this moment, Zhao Ji added.
"Although King Yun won, it was only based on rules, with petty sentiments and no great justice. Based on this alone, he fell into the inferior position."
"On the other hand, King Ding, although he is subject to rules, is full of love and affection. This folk tune can be called a heavy one."
"I paid the ten thousand taels of silver involved in this bet on behalf of King Yun."
"This is to encourage the government and the opposition. In the current national crisis, all things should be done with the country's justice in mind."
Zhao Ji's words were just right. He gave both parties a slap in the face and stuffed them both with sweet dates.
The Hanlin Academy bachelors headed by Zhang Mao were naturally satisfied.
But Tong Guan was unhappy, and his face grew longer and longer. If he couldn't win completely, what was the meaning of victory?
King Yun was in an even heavier mood. On the surface, he had indeed won, but his majesty actually took the initiative to give Zhao Huan the gambling money, clearly clarifying his position to the world. Compared to King Yun, his majesty admired King Ding more.
King Yun, the winner, had not yet made any move, but the entire Jiangxiao Tower was echoing with Zhao Huan's proud voice.
"My son, thank you for Your Majesty's grace."
This sentence undoubtedly slapped Tong Guan and King Yun once again.
The loser's head almost reached the sky, but the winner felt so depressed that he wanted to die.
Seeing Zhao Huan pretending to bow and salute, Zhao Ji felt full of contempt in his heart.
"You evil beast! I am so tolerant to you, but I don't even want to kneel down and worship you."
"If it weren't for the change in national policy and in order to boost people's hearts, how could I have made you so proud?"
"But having said that, this brat has changed too much..."
Zhao Ji's judgment of King Yun's victory not only calmed down the disputes between courtiers and catered to the national policy, but also had a deeper meaning.
He wanted to see who of the two sons was better in the third poetry competition, when the two kings showed their true abilities and had a duel.