"Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince, it's not good, the officials, no, the emperor has passed away." A rapid voice sounded.
During the Song Dynasty, people liked to refer to the emperor as the official family in general occasions. Perhaps it was derived from the saying that "five emperors govern the world and three princes govern the world." However, in formal occasions such as court discussions or weddings and funerals, they still called the emperor his majesty or the emperor.
"What a mess, it's the emperor and the officials." I seemed to be still in a deep sleep. Could it be that I was dreaming?
When the sound sounded again, it had already appeared in my ears. I slowly opened my eyes and found that I was lying on a large mahogany bed. The surrounding environment was very unfamiliar. There were many lights (not electric lights) in the room.
The room is brightly lit, and the big bed and other furniture and decorations in the room are all antique. You can tell at a glance that they are not modern things.
"Your Highness, get up quickly, the emperor has passed away." The person who spoke hurriedly knelt down beside the bed after entering the room. The person's tone was slightly effeminate. My intuition told me that the person speaking must be a eunuch who only appeared in ancient times.
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"Is this filming? No, I'm not an actor. I was still in that corridor just now. Wait, am I traveling through time? Will I travel through time too?" I suddenly felt a headache, and then I fainted again.
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In the daze, my consciousness did not stop, "I am Zhao Yu in the late Southern Song Dynasty, the prince Zhao Yu who has not yet ascended the throne, the incompetent emperor Song Duzong Zhao Yu in history? No, I am still me, Hu Yan.
East China Sea."
Two different conscious thoughts in his mind kept alternating, starting from competing for control at the beginning, and then slowly merging together. Fortunately, this Prince Zhao Fu was disabled since childhood, was pampered, and had very weak willpower.
It didn't take long for him to completely become my prisoner and be completely absorbed into my consciousness.
But it took me a whole day to slowly and completely digest its consciousness.
Oh my god, it turns out I really traveled through time.
I slept for twelve hours, which is the modern twenty-four hours.
When I woke up, it was already around five o'clock in the morning on October 27, the fifth year of Jingding. It was also November 17, 1264 AD, exactly one day and one night after the death of the old emperor Song Lizong.
This moment is when Prince Zhao Fu is about to ascend the throne. No, now it should be when I am about to ascend the throne.
When I woke up, I started to feel a little panicked and I didn't know what to do.
"Just make peace with it now," I could only comfort myself.
I have read a lot of time-travel novels, most of which involve time-traveling without specific goals, and I feel that my time-travel seems to have been arranged in advance by the old man in black. The last mural before entering the stone gate has already shown this.
It's just that I didn't think about it at the time.
Zhao Yu, Duzong of the Song Dynasty, was the son of Zhao Yurui, a brother of Lizong of the Song Dynasty. He was born with stunted growth and was later adopted by Emperor Lizong as his son. It is said that he could only walk at the age of five and speak at the age of seven. He was established as the crown prince at the age of twenty.
Lizong of the Song Dynasty ascended the throne and became the emperor after his death. Later, he favored the treacherous Prime Minister Jia Sidao. He was fond of wine and women, and was obsessed with government affairs. If he had not died early, he would have been the emperor of the Song Dynasty. Duzong of the Song Dynasty was born in 1240 and died in 1274.
, was exactly twenty-four years and six months old when he ascended the throne.
"See my emperor, long live my emperor." With a crash, a large number of people knelt down in the main hall. These ministers were all dressed in mourning clothes. At first glance, they looked solemn. Only the person at the front did not kneel down.
He just bowed and saluted, and then sat on the only chair in the hall. This man was about fifty years old, and his face was quite kind. I knew from Zhao Yu's memory that this man was the powerful prime minister of the dynasty.
Jia Sidao.
Jia Sidao, courtesy name Shi Xian, nicknamed Yuesheng, Qiuhe, was from Tiantai, Zhejiang Province. According to historical records, although Jia Sidao was not good at politics, he was good at teasing crickets, he loved pleasure, and he loved to play with rare treasures, Dharma calligraphy and famous paintings.
Judging from the appearance, apart from being a little flamboyant, Jia Sidao does not seem to be a treacherous and evil person. The saying "You should not judge a person by his appearance" does have some truth, but history has always been written by those in power.
I still have to slowly observe what kind of person Jia Sidao is, but I know that at least I can't offend him yet, and that Jia Sidao also contributed a lot to Zhao Fu's ascension to the throne.
"My dear friends, please stay safe."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." I basically have no impression of these ministers below the palace. Even in the memory of Prince Zhao Yu, I only know three or five of them.
"Your Majesty, I will first introduce the ministers in the court to Your Majesty." Jia Sidao's strong Zhejiang accent sounded. Fortunately, I can understand it with Zhao Fu's memory.
After a large number of names were mentioned, I didn't remember many. It was only when I heard a few names such as Jiang Wanli and Li Tingzhi that I paid a little attention. It's just that these two people are not in the court now.
After the introduction, it was seen that Jia Sidao was still in high spirits and continued: "Now that the late emperor has passed away, I would like to ask your majesty to issue an order to arrange the funeral of the late emperor first, so that the late emperor can return to the holy land as soon as possible."
"Well, this matter will be handled by the ministers and ministers. I am a little tired. I will discuss important matters in seven days and withdraw from the court." I said listlessly, imitating Zhao Fu's tone.
Shichen is the honorific title given to Jia Sidao by Zhao Fu when he was the crown prince. As the name suggests, it means treating the minister as his teacher.
Most of the ministers in the main hall have heard of Prince Zhao Fu's misdeeds. At this time, they saw with their own eyes that I seemed to have no interest in the affairs of the court. Many people showed disappointment or even disdain in their eyes, but more
The ministers seemed to have a tacit understanding in their hearts. That Zhao Yu was supported by Jia Sidao. The more so, the easier it is to fool him. From the eyes of these people, I can see that they are clearly ridiculing or even contemptuous. Only Jia Sidao
Their expressions remained the same, and they were obviously confident. Of course, there were a few people who looked indifferent, as if whoever became the emperor had nothing to do with them.
However, few of the ministers in the palace noticed. As I was leaving, I suddenly sneered. My eyes suddenly became sharp. I glanced at the ministers and said to myself, "Humph, I am not that mediocre and incompetent Zhao Yu.
It’s me, Huyan Donghai, you all just wait. Although I don’t know how to govern a country or manage ministers, after all, I have nearly eight hundred years more experience than you.”
I am indifferent by nature, but naturally I will not give in to such an almost open challenge. If I give in, then I can only go back to being Zhao Yu. This is me, Huyan Donghai, and a modern person will not do it anyway.
Promised.
Of course, until I figure out the situation, it's best for me to stay hidden.
Even if it is not for the Southern Song Dynasty, I have to think about myself. Lingshan left heartlessly, and my heart died. Since these people think I am easy to fool, let me have fun with you. I am dying now.
I'm not afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of.
Ancient emperors had to get up early in the morning to go to court, which was hard enough. No wonder many emperors in history were unwilling to go to court. It seems that this rule will have to be changed in the future, otherwise I, a person who likes to sleep in, will really not be able to stand it.
If he often fails to attend the morning court, he will be called a coward by those so-called loyal ministers and historians.
At this time, as it was getting light, I returned to the palace where I originally lived in the east side of the palace, lay down on the bed and fell asleep without even taking off my clothes.
"Little lazy boy, it's time to get up."
"Don't make any noise, let me squint for a while."
"Eh? No, why is this Lelingshan's voice?" I opened my eyes suddenly, and I was still lying on the fine mahogany bed. The room was quiet, and it turned out to be just Nan Ke Yimeng.
In the past, Hisugi always liked to call me little lazy boy when I was sleeping in.
"Lingsu, why are you doing this to me?" When I thought of Le Lingshan, my heart suddenly hurt. My chest seemed to be blocked by a stone. It was so uncomfortable that I couldn't even take a normal deep breath. I sighed.