Zhao Tingzhi sat in Zhao Mingcheng's study and sat there all night.
At dawn, two brothers, Zhao Cuncheng and Zhao Sicheng, came after hearing the news.
Zhao Tingzhi's hair turned a lot white overnight.
"This traitor! He hasn't come back yet!"
"Father, Defu is currently in Bianjing City. Father, don't worry."
Zhao Sicheng told Zhao Mingcheng about the conversation he had with him a few days ago, and Zhao Tingzhi naturally knew where his son was.
"So, he is now in the Imperial Guard."
Zhao Tingzhi's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Exactly."
"The Forbidden Army has long been in name only. Aren't you trying to trick your brother?"
"Father, you can't say that. Defu is determined to join the army. Seeing is believing. I think when his dream of joining the army is over, he will naturally come back."
Zhao Tingzhi stroked his beard and said, "What did you tell me a few days ago? You said he would go home within three days. It's been a few days now, and I think you sincerely don't want your brother to come back."
"Father, I was wronged."
When Zhao Cuncheng saw it, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. His father was too partial to Defu.
"Father, this matter is related to Defu's future career. If he is really determined to join the army, is this necessarily a bad thing? Defu is not young anymore. If he decides to go to war, will his father force him to stay?
At home?"
"Did he go to the army to join the army, or to lead the army?"
The two brothers couldn't find the words to respond.
"As my son, Zhao Tingzhi, in the eyes of outsiders, doesn't he only have this purpose in joining the army? You may think of this matter too simply."
"But my father can't bear to know that Defu is suffering outside, but he doesn't help him. At least with a little help, Defu can live a better life. Today's Forbidden Army camp is getting more and more outrageous. I
I heard that the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army deducts a large amount of military pay for his own use every year, recruits new soldiers, and only lets them grow vegetables and beans, which is worse than the rural army."
Zhao Sicheng listened on the side, not daring to say a word, for fear that his father would settle old scores with him again.
Zhao Tingzhi frowned, "This traitor, he joined the army, he is really trying to harm me."
"Father, it's better to think about it again. If father has made up his mind, I will personally go to Defu to advise him."
"Don't make this matter public. If Defu can insist on not coming back for a month, it will prove that he is really this material. During this period, no one should visit him."
After Zhao Tingzhi spoke, the two brothers Cuncheng and Sicheng felt at ease.
After Zhao Tingzhi left, Sicheng said excitedly, "I think Defu has grown up, and he will be a man upright in the future. He hasn't been back for five days, which shows that he can endure this hardship."
"Do you think this is a good thing?"
"Why is this not a good thing? Our Zhao family will have a general in the future."
"You are really confused. If the third brother takes over the military power, what will the current officials think of our family?"
"But we can't force Defu to come back. Besides, look at my father, he says this, but he is happier than anyone else in his heart."
"My father's status is inherently special. Today, my father and Mr. Cai are going to visit Mr. Sima. The things here are very complicated. It's nothing for your children to play in the backyard, but if Defu is interested in the army, he
It will become my father's weakness. Can't you be sure which one is more serious?"
After hearing the scolding, Zhao Sicheng returned to his yard and looked up at the sky, "So this brat Defu has something wrong. I don't think he can survive three days."
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A month later, Sima Guang passed away, and the news spread to the army.
Xu was digging potatoes in the field one day, and while there was no one around, he expressed his dissatisfaction with today's society and the court, "Do you know? The reason why the atmosphere in the court is so bad is because of these reformists."
"If it weren't for the recruitment laws devised by the reformists, I would never have joined the army."
Zhao Mingcheng stood up from the rice field. He was sunburned all over and his skin had peeled off a layer, but these days were the harvest season and the brothers were all strong.
"Recruitment law?"
"You don't know this."
"I have been locked up at home since I was a child. My father and brother didn't let me go out. I don't know the outside world."
"Poor man. But this is good, and there are some things, it's better that you don't know the truth. From now on, you can just follow me."
"Fuck with you? I want to meet the current officials. Can I meet the officials if I hang with you?"
Xu Yitian heard something extraordinary, "Do you want to meet the official?"
"Well, I've never seen him before. It's a lifelong wish to meet him."
Zhao Mingcheng wanted to know who the emperor of the Song Dynasty was, who made the imperial army in Bianliang City look like this.
Although Minglan told herself how the emperor of the Song Dynasty founded the country, if he continues to emphasize culture over military affairs, the country will surely perish from foreign aggression.
Like a monkey, Xu Yitian scurried over the field ridge nimbly and slipped to Zhao Mingcheng's side.
"You've asked the right person. Do you know what I used to do?"
Zhao Mingcheng shook his head.
"I used to raise horses for Prince Duan in Prince Duan's Mansion."
"Prince Duan...sounds a bit familiar."
"You are really ignorant. King Duan is the former title of today's official family."
"So, you have met King Duan before?"
"That's natural. I see King Duan often."
"What is King Duan like as a person?"
"Prince Duan is very interesting. He loves to play Cuju and is excellent at writing and painting. All the literati love to go to his house."
Zhao Mingcheng frowned. He felt more and more familiar with these descriptions, as if he had heard them before.
"Love Cuju?"
"Yes, King Duan played well, and the Queen Mother liked him very much. But now, we should respect King Duan as an official."
The prince who loved playing football in the Song Dynasty later became the emperor...
Isn't this person the Song Huizong in "Water Margin"?
It turns out that Song Huizong's real name was Zhao Ji, and Duan Wang was just his previous title.
At this time, Zhao Mingcheng finally aligned what he saw and heard with the specific time and space dynasty.
It turns out that the newly succeeded emperor is the historical Song Huizong, the subjugated king of the Northern Song Dynasty...
Zhao Mingcheng was afraid that he would make a mistake. Thinking that another big thing he had done was to enter a brothel and have sex with Master Li, he asked again, "Does King Duan like beauty?"
Xu Yitian laughed with his arms akimbo, "Why would you ask such a question? What man is not lewd?"
"Then does he like things at home or outside?"
Xu Yitian raised his eyebrows, "Why do you ask this?"
"Nothing, just curious." Zhao Mingcheng lowered his head, but his eyes were dim. The new emperor his father served was actually the historical Song Huizong.