After a busy day, Zhao Si and Zhao Ting returned to the harem in the evening.
Zhao Kuo, Zhao Lian, and Zhao Geng are all old and have opened their own houses to live in other places. Zhao Ting is still young, and he and Zhao Qing still live with the Queen Zeng.
"Let's take a walk slowly." Zhao Si said to Zhao Ting with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, Father." Zhao Ting replied like a little adult.
Zhao Si looked at it with a smile on his face.
"Myna, you followed me around today, are you tired?"
"I'm a little tired." Zhao Ting replied honestly, "It's not that my body is tired, but my brain is a little tired. I have too many things to remember, and I feel like I can't remember them, and my brain is going to explode."
"Haha, don't worry, you are only eight years old, it's still early. I am taking you with me now just to let you feel the atmosphere." Zhao Si asked.
"Do you have any doubts about this day?"
"My father's strategy for Goryeo has been understood by my sons. In the spring of next year, I, the Song Dynasty, will send troops to wipe out the rebels and stabilize the area. Then I will distribute the land to the people, pacify the areas, and govern them as counties and prefectures. But my sons are a little confused.
, what should someone do if they receive the land and express gratitude to the old royal family of Goryeo?"
"Did the old royal family of the former Goryeo bring them a good life? How many virtues did it bestow on them? How grateful they were? This gratitude is just an excuse, nothing more than having evil thoughts. People like this are merciful but don't want to live in peace.
There is no need to stay in this world.”
"Bago thinks a lot. Things in this world will not always go as planned. No matter how well-planned the plan is, there are still some oversights. But it doesn't matter. As long as the goal is determined, the rest of the details can be cut off."
Zhao Ting was a little unaccustomed to these clean and crisp words that contained murderous intent, and the look on his face was a little unnatural.
Zhao Si saw it on his face and didn't take it seriously. He would follow him on two battlefields and see mountains of corpses and seas of blood a few times, and his heart would harden.
He changed the subject and asked again.
"These days, do you insist on doing your morning exercises every day?"
"If you go back to your father, be persistent."
"Well, do you have some milk?"
"Have something to drink."
"To be an official, to be a prince, fortune, destiny and ability are all indispensable. Ability can be cultivated slowly, but fortune and destiny are difficult to force. The country I have built will be handed over to you. I have created fortune for you.
More than half. Destiny is actually your body."
"Your imperial grandfather gave birth to more than a dozen princes, but few survived. Your imperial uncle and my imperial brother, like me, were born as commoners and were originally not qualified to inherit the great treasure. They were just my father's empress,
There is nothing to say. Therefore, my imperial brother, your imperial uncle, although he is the sixth among the brothers, is the eldest among the living. Therefore, he was appointed as the crown prince."
"It's a pity that my imperial brother was not blessed by fate and the emperor Zuo failed to catch him. He only had ambitions to become a saint, but time was not waiting for him. It's a pity and a pity. Brother Bage, before you were born, your mother gave birth to a sixth brother. Unfortunately,
He died in infancy. At that time, I was worried about being a father. Do you know why?"
Zhao Ting shook his head.
"In the national destiny, fighting for the heirloom is the most dangerous step. If you are not careful, it may destroy the country and weaken the national destiny. My great cause will require the efforts of at least three generations to be completely consolidated. Therefore, my successor is
A very important link. If you are not careful, all your efforts may be wasted.”
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"Fortunately, God gave me some mercy. Your mother gave birth to you and your tenth brother at the age of thirty. Over the years, I have also worked hard to improve pediatric medicine, prevent and cure diseases, and try my best to protect you who are still in your infancy."
"My father's painstaking efforts were mentioned by my mother to my sons and ministers. It is not a virtue to establish a legitimate son, but it is not a virtue to establish a son. Only by following the rules can the world be accepted, and it is difficult to have different ideas."
"That's right. I have been setting rules all my life, and then governing the country with rules. Once the rules are established, there will be standards for right and wrong, and there is no need to argue. If you and Tenth Brother don't come out, I won't have a legitimate son. Logically speaking, all the sons will have them.
If you are not qualified to succeed to the throne, there may be a disaster caused by witchcraft and death."
"So," Zhao Si explained carefully, "cultivating successors is also the top priority of an official. Brother Bage, decide early and train early. You have to remember it in the future."
"Yes, Father."
Zhao Si smiled when he saw his appearance, but he smiled a little helplessly.
"I am a little anxious when I tell you this. It's just that things in the world are unpredictable. Not many of our old Zhao family and the emperors in the past generations lived long. Especially after the emperor Renmiao, several emperors died young. I watched.
He is strong, but no one can see clearly the internal organs inside his body."
The two of them continued walking, the figures of one large and one small swaying in the alleyway, getting longer and longer.
"Winter-winter-winter-winter" a crisp metallic sound suddenly came from outside the imperial city.
"Three gods and four ghosts, where is the mourning sound coming from here?" Zhao Si's face changed, and he turned around and asked.
Li Fang quickly replied: "I will ask someone to see the precious elephant right away!"
Wu Baoxiang ran away.
Zhao Si stood in the alleyway, hands behind his back, waiting silently. Zhao Ting stood beside him, looking up with his head raised, feeling that his father was like a mountain.
After a while, Wu Baoxiang ran over panting.
"Guan family, His Royal Highness King Cai has passed away."
"Brother Eleven is gone too." Zhao Si murmured, "I am the only one left among the father's heirs."
He sighed softly, turned around and walked in the alley. Zhao Ting looked at his back and felt so lonely.
In the next two days, the news of the death of His Royal Highness King Cai was published on the front pages of newspapers in Kaifeng City. Goulan tile shops, restaurants and teahouses were discussing the past of this romantic king and commemorating the man who played a great role in the sports of the Song Dynasty.
His Royal Highness has made outstanding contributions to calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting and literature and art.
The news that the Goryeo royal family was all dead, which spread a lot two days ago, had long been forgotten by the officials, people, soldiers and people of Kaifeng City.
"His Royal Highness, King Cai, is really a romantic. He actually committed suicide for Master Li! It's really a shame. From ancient times to the present, in all dynasties, has there been such a great king?"
"Yes, it's such a pity. How many practical things has His Royal Highness King Cai done over the years? Polo League, Cuju League, Military Football League, Track and Field League, Dragon Boat Bidding League... The news came out last night, and there were many competitions
Experts, literati, and painting masters all lament that there is an endless stream of people going to Prince Cai’s Mansion to express their condolences.”
"I heard that the official family also went there?"
"I went there early yesterday morning, just before the burial. I heard that he burst into tears while sitting in front of the body of His Highness King Cai. We officials are such tyrannical people. I really can't believe that he looked like he was in tears.
.It makes people sad just thinking about it.”
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"well..."
"I've heard people say that the fortune of the Song Dynasty is all blessed by our official family. There are gains and losses. Our official family has made such great achievements, and the other royal highnesses will naturally be less fortunate."
"Scare, don't say this nonsense!"
As he talked, the topic of discussion went off topic.
"Tell me, who will inherit His Royal Highness King Cai's title?"
"Who knows? According to the law of favor extension, the heir of King Cai will be demoted one level and inherit the title of county king. I just heard that the official is sympathetic to his brother and intends to favor him. The heir will inherit the title of prince. Then he will inherit the title of prince.
I will also give you two more princely titles and three more dukes."
"This preferential treatment is indeed more generous than that of His Royal Highness Prince Chen, who passed away a few years ago. But there are so many princes in Prince Cai's palace, how can he be canonized?"
"Isn't there a princess? The sons born to the princess are all legitimate sons. Let's enthrone them."
"You don't know, the current Princess Zheng is not the first wife of His Highness King Cai, she was established later. The Princess Wang gave birth to a son and a daughter to His Highness King Cai. Princess Zheng gave birth to a son and six daughters...
."
"This is ridiculous!" Everyone shook their heads.
A man hurried in, mysterious and deliberately public.
"Oh no, something big happened!"
"What's the big deal?"
"The cause of death of His Royal Highness King Cai is suspicious!"
What! The crowd seemed like a swarm of flies that had smelled the strong smell, and they all gathered around with a cry of coaxing.
