When Zhao Tingzhi heard that someone was coming, he quickly stepped out of the way and walked to another yard.
Zhao Mingcheng had sharp eyes and ears. How could he not notice this movement? He watched Father Zhao walking away with square steps and touched the back of his head for a moment.
"Isn't he the Minister of the Ministry of War? That's it? His own son wants to join the army, but he refuses to agree. What on earth is going on in the Song Dynasty!?"
Under the pavilion, the two brothers were also confused.
"This kid is even getting into a fight with us."
"Yeah, why didn't you remember that he had such a stubborn temper before?"
Zhao Cuncheng said, stroking his beard again, "Defend the family, the country, and the Song Dynasty. This boy actually still has such ambitions. It's been three days since we last seen each other, so we should look at him with admiration."
The two brothers did not take this matter seriously after that. They were much older than Zhao Mingcheng, and they both held important positions. They also had wives and children, and their daily lives were more pragmatic. The two brothers did not pay much attention to this matter.
superior.
Zhao Mingcheng couldn't figure out why his father was dissatisfied with him joining the army, so he had to ask his little sister.
Minglan was lying on the table practicing writing big characters. Zhao Mingcheng couldn't help but be speechless when he saw it. He wrote so well. The characters he wrote were much prettier than his own.
"Minglan——, tell me, why is father angry?"
"Because my father is a scholar-official."
"Isn't it more advantageous to be a scholar-official? It is said that if there is no one in the court, it is better to be an official. My father is the Minister of the Ministry of War, which sounds like a high official. Why can't you help me?"
Zhao Minglan looked at Zhao Mingcheng for a long time, suddenly shed tears, and lay on the table sobbing softly.
"Sister, don't cry."
"Third brother, you are really pitiful. You have even forgotten such a thing."
It’s not that I forgot, I don’t understand the history of the Song Dynasty at all!
"Good sister, don't just cry. Tell me what's going on here. You don't want me to go to Taixue one day, and then those people find out that my mind is empty.
Are they bullying?"
Minglan wiped her tears with her sleeves, "This matter is a long story."
"This matter starts with the establishment of our Song Dynasty..."
"..."
"..."
"So today, scholar-bureaucrats and military generals are descended from aristocratic families, but they are clearly distinguished. The generals are the generals, and the scholar-officials' families are the scholar-officials' families, and they inherit their own inheritance. Although the scholar-officials are civil servants and do not control the military, they have extremely high authority. Here
You should understand the reason now."
"In order to prevent the recurrence of old things, the emperors of the Zhao family are worried that someone will wear the same yellow robe as their ancestors."
Zhao Minglan stamped her feet, "Third brother! You can't say this nonsense. You have to know that if you say the wrong thing, you will lose your head. Bianliang is no different from other places. It is a place where there are many eyes and ears, and there is a mixture of fish and dragons. Third brother, you have become
So, what can we do in the future?"
"Cold salad——"
Zhao Mingcheng asked clearly.
Because Zhao Kuangyin usurped the military power of the late lord, he was now wearing a yellow robe. He was worried that his descendants would do the same. Later generations of emperors were also afraid of such a thing, so they used scholar-bureaucrats to suppress military generals.
And his father was one of these scholar-bureaucrats who suppressed the generals.
Now he knows that at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, there was an emperor who was very fatuous and got involved with famous prostitutes, forcing Song Jiang and others to go to Liangshan to rebel. But his father was a very high-ranking man. If he didn't care, he would really be in trouble.
He cares about the people, but he doesn't do anything serious.
The internal affairs were in chaos, and the external war was unfavorable. Foreigners destroyed the Song Dynasty...
Zhao Mingcheng's mind was filled with thoughts.
When he returned to his room, he saw Sui'an wiping gold, silver and jade in his room from a distance.
Zhao Mingcheng sat in the room drinking cup after cup of tea. He thought for a while that he should explain his thoughts to his father. At this time, only communication can solve the problem.
So Zhao Mingcheng went to find his father before dinner.
Zhao Tingzhi spent most of his time in the study room when he was at home. Zhao Mingcheng asked his subordinates to confirm that he was also in the study room at this time, so he straightened his clothes and planned to have a good talk with his father.
But when he came to the courtyard where the study was located, he saw no one around the courtyard.
Did dad take a break?
Zhao Mingcheng thought, and the footsteps on the corridor became much softer.
Good guy, why don't you come here to show Chengmen Lixue? I'll kneel at the door and wait for Zhao Shilang to wake up, so that he can feel my filial piety.
So Zhao Mingcheng came to the door and really knelt down.
He deliberately moved away, trying to let the sun shine on his face. Zhao Mingcheng was a fair-faced boy, as gentle as jade, with a fair complexion. If he was tanned, Old Zhao might feel more sorry for him when he saw it.
But when Zhao Mingcheng was kneeling at the door, he heard someone talking inside the door.
"Father, what is this?"
"This is the Ru kiln celadon given to me by the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture."
"It's really delicate and smooth, a treasure passed down from generation to generation. He must have given this to his father to support his son."
"That's true. Since he wants something from me and gives me such a good treasure, I naturally want to help him."
"One more thing, I have been worried about my father recently."
"Could it be something related to Prime Minister Cai Jing?"
"The late emperor has just passed away. I think the current officials seem to be sending troops to expel Cai Jing."
"There is an emperor and a courtier. When the late emperor was still alive, the two factions in the court and China fought endlessly over the reform. Cai Jing was a very cunning man. In order to preserve his position, he pretended to reform and won the trust of Sima Xianggong, so that these
His power has grown steadily over the years. It is a pity that Sima Xianggong cannot see clearly his character."
As Zhao Mingcheng listened, he had already leaned against the window. He thought, "Xiangong" refers to a particularly high-ranking official; this person's surname is Sima, so he couldn't be the Sima who smashed all the tanks, right?
"I see that the situation in the court is changing rapidly. Although my father has been promoted, he still relies on the kindness of Sima Xianggong. But seeing that Sima Xianggong has reached his twilight years, like falling leaves, I heard that now Sima Xianggong can only eat one bowl a day.
It’s time to eat.”
Does it mean dying?
The ancients were so reserved...
Zhao Mingcheng thought that he might as well kneel back to avoid being caught by them when they came out, but he heard someone inside say.
"Once Sima Xianggong dies, Cai Jing and I will be doomed."
"Then father, what should we do now?"
Zhao Tingzhi stroked his beard and said earnestly, "In the past, because we followed Sima Xianggong's reforms, we were favored by the late emperor, but we also made too many enemies in the court. Now that the late emperor has passed away, those in the court who opposed the reforms will definitely
Take the opportunity to criticize us. I think the officials are young and ignorant, and are easily seduced by traitors."
"We had to strike first. I wrote a poem praising the Empress Dowager and the officials, and then looked for opportunities to show that I had no intention of reform. As long as I could make the Empress Dowager and the officials happy, I could keep my imperial position.
The position of Shi Zhongcheng, after a long time, I will be able to secure the position of the nine ministers."
[The Song Dynasty did not have the position of Jiuqing, and the text is only a metaphor.]
Zhao Cuncheng praised, "Father, this is the long-lasting way."
Outside the door, Zhao Mingcheng stared at the thatch growing in the gap in the wall. This grass swayed in the wind. Whichever way the wind was strong, it would float to the other side.
After hearing his father's words, Zhao Mingcheng frowned.
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that my father was a traitor. This chapter has been completed!