"We saw that the Jin army had retreated a little, so we took this opportunity to discuss this matter. We have no ill intentions..." Xu Jingheng was already exhausted. "The Old Party and Luo School are not stupid enough to deliberately ignore military preparations and belittle military strategies."

"You have no ill intentions, nor are you stupid, you just get used to it." Zhao Jiu laughed and said, "I will teach you one more thing... In the first year of Jingkang, the Jin army went south for the first time, and withdrew in February. The two emperors in the court had a dispute, and the Jin army came back in August. In April of the second year, the Jin army abducted the two emperors. I ascended the throne in Nanjing in June, and Huang Qianshan and Li Gang had another dispute. As a result, the Jin army went south for the third time in October. Now it is the second year of Jianyan. Jingdong, Jingxi, and Guanzhong have all collapsed, and the Jin army also retreated in April... I only ask you, ministers, scholars, and ministers, when do you think they will come this year? Why do you insist on making trouble at this time? What are you trying to do?"

Lu Haowen, Xu Jingheng and others all felt a tightness in their chests.

"I have said directly today that you are not allowed to resign, quit without reason, claim illness without permission, or ask for leave without permission, and you are not allowed to discuss the dispute between the old and the new..." Zhao Jiu rarely frowned. "This is because the state affairs are difficult. Jin and Song are still at war. The Jin people may go south in two months. I have gone through so much trouble today, and finally I was forced to say these unpleasant words. If anyone stirs up trouble at this time, in my eyes, he will be as betraying the country as Liu Guangshi. If anyone refuses to accept it, please go find Ye Dayin and sign a petition with him to ask the Queen Mother to depose me. Then you can do whatever you want. That's all!"

Lu Haowen and Xu Jingheng looked at each other, and put on their hats in shame, but Ye Mengde completely collapsed.

"Your Majesty, I request that Ye Mengde be demoted to Linggao in Qiongzhou for his unauthorized remarks on the matter of deposing and enthroning the emperor." At this moment, Hu Yin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stepped forward to impeach.

Hearing this, Lu, Xu, Wang, Yuwen, as well as the Chief Censor Zhang Jun and many other ministers, all reacted at the same time, and almost jumped up from the embankment at the same time, facing each other, expressing their agreement.

Zhao Jiu looked at Hu Yin, then at the ministers who were rarely in agreement, and suddenly laughed: "That's it!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mengde was completely relieved and couldn't help but burst into tears of gratitude towards Hu Yin... If it weren't for Hu Yin, his only way out would be to jump into the Baihe River and commit suicide tonight, and go to Linggao, and he wouldn't know when he would come back.

As it got darker, everyone dispersed with their own thoughts.

Let's not talk about what those officials thought. It was rare that Emperor Zhao didn't ride a horse, but took a carriage with Madam Wu back to the city. On the way, Madam Wu saw that Emperor Zhao was frowning, and she wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't touch on the political affairs. After thinking about it, she suddenly leaned on his shoulder and asked with a smile:

"Sir, you said before that if the great scholar Su could see today and be reborn, he might go to Hehuang to open up the frontier?"

"good."

"If the emperor is Emperor Shenzong, how will he deal with the great scholar Su?" Mrs. Wu asked curiously. "Will he also be allowed to open up the border in Hehuang?"

"Of course not." Zhao Jiu blurted out while thinking. "Instead, he should be banished a few years earlier... As the saying goes, writing hates life, if he hadn't been banished for half his life, how could he have written such good articles and poems? As for letting him go to the frontier, he might die in battle."

Mrs. Wu was stunned for a moment.

"parking."

Emperor Zhao did not say any more to Madam Wu, but suddenly gave an order, and when the car stopped in the middle of the road, he got out directly and asked someone to open the scroll of "Preface to the Red Cliff".

Mrs. Wu understood and immediately helped to hold the lamp, and Feng Yi also hurried forward to offer pen and ink.

Zhao Jiu took the pen and ink, and with the help of the light from the lamp, he wrote a paragraph directly on the back of "Preface to the Red Cliff".

"Give it to Prime Minister Xu in the back, and ask him to reward it to Prime Minister Zhang Que's family on my behalf." After Zhao Jiu finished writing this, he threw the pen to the ground, gave only one instruction to Feng Yi, and got into the car.

Feng Yi did not dare to delay. He carefully held the precious scroll and came to the carriage of Prime Minister Xu, which was not far behind the official carriage, and explained it.

Xu Jingheng was originally full of worries, but after hearing this, he cheered up a little, got out of the car in person to pick him up, and thanked Zhang Que on his behalf.

The carriages of Lu, Wang, Yuwen, and Zhang Jun were all nearby. When they heard that the emperor had bestowed the "Preface to the Red Cliff" on Zhang Que and that there was an inscription on it, they hurried over and each held a lantern to read the content of the emperor's inscription.

However, after several people looked at it one by one, they all fell silent. Not only that, the official carriage had already gone far away, and later countless scholars, ministers, and officials came to look at it one by one, but most of them were speechless.

It turns out that these few lines of small characters have clear handwriting, which is exactly the Su style learned by the official, but the content comes from the famous work "Travels to Baochan Mountain" by Wang Shuwang (Wang Anshi), which is highly controversial today.

As the saying goes:

However, if one has the strength to achieve a goal, he may be ridiculed by others and will regret it himself; if one has done his best but cannot achieve it, he will have no regrets, for who can ridicule him?

PS: Good night everyone...I tried my best.