On March 20th of the second year of Yuanfu, the bright sunshine shone on Kaifeng City in Tokyo during the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Si raised his eyes and looked, the green city wall in the distance was swaying in the orange sunlight, like a winding Daishan Mountain.
Nearby, there are rows of rows of house attics, like densely packed duckweeds in a steaming pond, spreading one after another.
The vertical and horizontal streets are the blood vessels of this city, extending to every corner.
There are various shops on the street.
Teahouses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops...the shops are filled with a dazzling array of silks, jewelry, spices, incense and paper horses.
The banners and flags hang high, dazzling like flower branches. Under the flags, pedestrians come and go like a weave.
There are merchants doing business, gentry looking at the street scene, officials riding horses, hawkers, family members riding in sedans, and walking monks carrying baskets on their backs.
Bustling with traffic and hustle and bustle, it is a scene of the prosperous Qingming Dynasty.
The noisy human voices are the finishing touch, making all the people and things emerge from "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" and appear vividly around Zhao Si.
How could all this be destroyed in the Jingkang scandal twenty-eight years later!
"Your Highness!"
The high-pitched voice brought Zhao Si out of his thoughts and back to reality.
He turned his head and saw the face of Liang Congzheng, the chief minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who looked like a knife.
In Liang Congzheng's eyes, Zhao Si, riding a horse and standing in the sun, seemed like a pagoda covered in golden glow.
Seeing that he looked like an official, Liang Congzheng had a smile on his face.
"The officials are still waiting!"
Although the words were spoken respectfully, Zhao seemed to be able to hear the urge.
Yes, the officials are still waiting for me in the palace to take the exam.
If you do well in the exam and regain the trust of officials, the world will be brighter from now on.
If he failed the exam, it would be just like what was recorded in the history books, and he would never get back up again, sitting back and watching Duan Wang Zhao Ji succeed to the throne. The only good thing is that he will "die of illness" peacefully in a few years, and will not have to witness the Jingkang tragedy.
Just like this, wouldn't it mean that I have traveled through time in vain?
Yes, at this time, King Jian Zhao Si was a time traveler.
He was originally a successful project manager in modern society, named Zhao Shi. One night he encountered a car accident. When he woke up, he lay on the bed. There were a bunch of people around him called Wang Ye, His Highness.
After sorting out the memories left by Zhao Si, Zhao Si knew his identity, the thirteenth younger brother of the official family of the Song Dynasty, His Royal Highness King Jian.
There was no time to rejoice, Zhao Si's historical knowledge told him that Emperor Brotherhui passed away a few months later, and the temple was named Zhezong.
The eleventh brother, Duan Wang Zhao Ji, succeeded to the throne with the support of most people. Then the entire Song Dynasty rushed towards the abyss without looking back.
As a bloody Chinese, how can I sit back and watch this happen?
Of course not!
But Zhao Si didn't have time to think about this now. He had to overcome this difficulty first! And from now on, he would be called Zhao Si.
"Let's go faster."
Zhao Si said something and rode his horse to take the lead.
The group walked along Maxing Street for a while, and when they turned to Fanlou Street, Zhao Si pulled the reins.
"Yu Huatian!"
A palace servant heard the sound and stepped forward.
He was slender and handsome, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of lime putty, hiding all the joy and sorrow underneath, leaving only a pale white color.
"There's Zhang Shui Granny's shop over there, buy a box of yam cakes and come back."
"It's Your Highness."
Yu Huatian ran into the alley and quickly brought back a box of food, which was specially wrapped tightly.
Arriving in front of Donghua Gate, Liang Congzheng stepped forward to call the door.
"Open the door quickly, His Royal Highness King Jian has been ordered to enter the palace."
Zhao Si got off his horse and looked up at the famous Donghua Gate.
The gate in the middle has gold nails and red lacquer, and the walls on both sides are made of bricks and stones, engraved with dragons, phoenixes and flying clouds. On the towering tower, there are curved towers, red balustrades and colorful sills, carved and painted buildings, and Junjie layers.
The top is covered with a layer of glazed tiles, which shine with colorful lights in the sun, like the light of a sword.
This is the Imperial City, the highest power center of the Song Dynasty. It houses the official family of the Song Dynasty, his sixth brother, and his half-brother.
After Su Weibanzhi checked his suitability, Zhao Si walked in first, followed closely by Liang Congzheng.
Yu Huatian handed the yam cake box to a palace servant, and waited quietly by the door with the palace's entourage.
Enter from Donghua Gate, walk along the Imperial City Cross Road for a while, turn right into Xuanyou Gate, walk along the lane for a while, and turn left when you reach Chongyi Pavilion, which is the Yanhe Hall, the daily residence of officials.
As soon as I saw the eaves of Yanhe Hall, a group of people came towards me, led by a chamberlain wearing a steel fork hat.
He is not tall, well-dressed, and has a humble smile on his face.
Zhao Si could see his round little eyes at a glance, more white than black, which made people think of the eyes of a poisonous snake.
"My Prince Jian, why did you come here?" The visitor sang softly and began to talk.
"The officials are waiting for the prince, and the entire imperial city is waiting for the prince. But he arrived late. It took half an hour to walk from the left compartment to the right compartment."
As he said this, his eyelids flickered a few times, like the blinking of a poisonous snake when it attacks, and his voice became a little erratic, with a joking tone.
"Your Highness, did you fall into the water three days ago? Not only did you choke on your brain, but you also soaked your hands and feet?"
His name is Hao Sui! He is one of the chief servants trusted by the emperor's brother and a close confidant of the virtuous concubine Lady Liu. Lady Liu is now the de facto Lord of the Sixth Palace.
Why did this guy get involved?
How many sins did his predecessor commit, so many people filled his body with dirt?
Looking at the expression on Hao Sui's face, a copper bell rang loudly in Zhao Si's mind.
This is a trap!
Three days ago, the Long Jie Army formed by the predecessor Zhao Si personally competed with the Dragon Boat Team of the Tiger Wing Army for bid 2 in the Jinming Pool, and even insisted on personally quitting the competition and becoming the flag leader of the dragon boat No. 3.
As a result, the entire army was wiped out.
Zhao Si was also knocked into the water and fell unconscious after being fished out. While he benefited himself, he became a big joke in Kaifeng City and made the officials sad and even more disappointed.
Hao Sui may have looked down on the reckless, impulsive, naughty and mediocre Zhao Si, but he shouldn't and dared not say anything about the naked slap in the face just now.
Looking at the silence of the servants around him, Zhao seemed to understand that Hao Sui was deliberately trying to provoke him.
According to the violent temper of his predecessor, Zhao Si, he would definitely get into a fight after hearing these words of gun and stick.
If he "unprovokedly" beat up a high-ranking servant trusted by an official or a concubine in the imperial city, his reputation would be completely ruined. More importantly, the imperial brother would be completely disappointed in him.
If you lose the trust and protection of your royal brother, you will be a dead fish at the mercy of others.
A biting chill shot up from the soles of Zhao Si's feet and went straight to the top of his head.
What a vicious plan! One link after another, for fear that I might not be killed.
Everyone was waiting for Zhao Si to fly into a rage.
Hao Sui was ready to receive a violent beating.
Liang Congzheng lowered his head slightly. His shaved face was now a ball, and there was no expression at all.
The sun was still warm, making people feel warm, and the ground and the palace were very hot. Anyone with sharp ears could hear the crackling sound of the red walls and yellow tiles being heated unevenly.
"Haha," Zhao Xi's laughter broke the silence.
He pointed his finger at Hao Sui and said with great disdain: "This bitch talks a lot!"
After saying that, Zhao Si left him behind and walked straight to Yanhe Hall.
Surprise appeared on Liang Congzheng's face, and he quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Zhao Si's footsteps.
Behind them was Hao Sui, who was full of surprise and disbelief, as well as the chamberlains with different expressions.
Entering Yanhe Hall, Zhao Si felt that the place was as empty as a wilderness.
The sun is shining brightly outside, but through the window it can only illuminate the surrounding area.
In the dark place in the center stood a man, tall and thin, whose appearance could not be clearly seen. But Zhao seemed to know that he was the current official.
Zhao Si took a deep breath and stepped forward with a heavy and guilty heart. Affected by this mood, his steps became sluggish and solemn.
Getting closer and closer, the official also took a few steps forward, revealing a thin and gray face, with eyes that were extraordinarily large because of his thin face, and lips that were slightly thin and had a gray color.
"Brother Thirteen 4, judging from your complexion, you have indeed fully recovered."
Hearing that the official spoke first, Zhao Si felt slightly relieved.
Sure enough, blood is still thicker than water.
Then go ahead.
"I am young and ignorant, and my actions are ridiculous, which makes Sixth Brother worried." Zhao Si folded his hands together, bowed deeply, and said sincerely.
At the same time, two lines of tears were shed on his face. He lowered his head and pursed his mouth, trying not to cry out.
It was the first time I heard Brother Thirteen take the initiative to admit his mistake, and his attitude was so sincere that the officials did not react for a moment.
He looked at it silently for a while, and finally sighed softly.
Hearing this sigh, the huge rock that had been hanging in Zhao Si's heart finally fell to the ground.
1. The outer city of Kaifeng is divided into four compartments: southeast, northwest and northwest; the inner city is divided into one and two compartments on the left and one and two compartments on the right.
2. Competing for bids. Competing for bids is the dragon boat race in the Song Dynasty. People inserted a bamboo pole at the end of the water, and the pole was wrapped with brocade and hung with colors, which was called a "championship." The racing boats were lined up in a row, and the sound of drums was used as a signal.
, the first to reach the finish line and win the long pole championship wins, so it is also called "bidding competition".
3. Flag head. During the Song Dynasty dragon boat competition (usually held on March 18th in Kaifeng City), a person stood at the bow of each dragon boat, holding a colorful flag, waving the flag and shouting for everyone on the boat, and mastering the rhythm of paddling. Who should paddle?
If the performance is not good, he will point it at someone with colorful flags and encourage them. He is the commander of a boat.
4. Thirteenth Brother, Sixth Brother. Common titles in the Song Dynasty, including those of the royal family, with the word "Ge" in the ranking. Parents and brothers also called their sons and brothers this way. This chapter has been completed!
