Inheriting the Song Dynasty

In 1127 AD, the Northern Song Dynasty fell. Immediately, the ninth imperial prince, Zhao Gou, ascended the throne in Shangqiu amidst widespread anticipation, inheriting the Song imperial line and r...

Chapter 39 Summer Rain (Continued)

In comparison, the other ministers, both civil and military officials, were much more serious - after such an exciting experience, with so much rolling in the mud and water, and so much sorrow and joy, how could anyone sleep? Regardless of civil or military officials or class, they hurriedly gathered in the Great Hall to "protect the emperor".

At this time, the topic of course inevitably involves Lu Yihao.

There is no way. This Prime Minister Lu is too eye-catching, not only in terms of his status, but more importantly in his style of doing things. His straightforwardness and competence just now really overwhelmed everyone else.

However, after a few compliments, the topic could not go on. Or perhaps, this Prime Minister Lu had a really bad reputation, and the related anecdotes were all about his tyranny and revenge, so as the conversation went on, it became a curiosity gathering.

"I heard someone say that when Prime Minister Lu was the deputy envoy of the Privy Council in Nanyang, a commander failed to perform the salute in time, and he was fined half of his salary that day."

"This is nothing. It was still in Nanyang. It was said that a clerk in the Privy Council did not do a good job in writing. He actually went down and slapped the clerk's headdress off. The clerk was aggrieved and said, 'Since ancient times, there has been no law for the prime minister to take off the clerk's headdress.' As a result, Prime Minister Lu replied on the spot: 'I started it.' As a result, the Privy Council was in order for a while, and no one dared to shirk their duties."

"What's that? Later, Prime Minister Lu was sent out as an envoy to pacify the southeast. Once, he was inspecting a prefecture and a certain prefect had an argument with him. He actually slapped the document in the man's face and yelled at him... If the prefect could slap the man in the face with a document, what's the big deal if the clerk's hat was slapped off?"

"The most famous one is the time when he quelled the military rebellion in the southeast, right? He replaced Prime Minister Li to go back to the southeast to pacify the situation. The rebellion had not yet been completely quelled. He once tried to persuade a certain commander to surrender, but the commander responded awkwardly. So he simply went straight into the rebel city with his dignity as a prime minister, went to the rebel camp, and ordered the commander to kneel down, take off his hat, and confess his crimes... As expected, the rebel commander did not dare to disobey and surrendered the city on the spot."

"I know about this, but there is more to it than that... After the rebel general surrendered, Prime Minister Lu asked him why he surrendered without seeing the written document. The rebel general pointed to an officer and said that he was the one who made the suggestion. As a result, Prime Minister Lu ordered the rebel general to chop off the feet of the officer who made the suggestion and nail them to the bridge in front of the city... He wailed for several days before he died... The remnants of the army surrendered after seeing this incident."

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"After all, the intention is good, and the result is good." After a long pause, Liu Hongdao, who has the highest status here, finally came to an awkward conclusion. "In fact, the incident of Prime Minister Lu calming down the rebellion is similar to the emperor's previous seizure of power in Yanling... This is roughly how the monarch and his subjects met and how they got to know each other."

"good……"

"Of course..."

Everyone responded quickly.

And for some reason, just as Liu Hongdao was trying to smooth over the matter and change the subject to get through the rest of the night, suddenly, a thought occurred to the left assistant minister of the Ministry of War, as if he had grasped something. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly whispered:

"Prime Minister Lu's life experience is there. He was captured by the rebels before Jingkang and served as a captive in the Jin camp, which he felt deeply ashamed of... He is eager to fight the Northern Expedition, which is obviously no less than you and me! Moreover, he is so rough and eager. He is also the only prime minister in front of the emperor after Prime Minister Xu and Prime Minister Li went to Fujian. Given his situation, seeing that the emperor is hesitant, he should have advised and reported to the emperor, right?"

The incident happened suddenly, and there were many people who stayed behind in the Main Hall - even excluding the middle-level officers of the Imperial Guard, there were six or seven people who had seats at this time, including Lü Benzhong, Liu Yan, Ren Baozhong, Guo Zhongxun, Zong Ying, etc.

Therefore, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to respond hastily to such a sensitive question.

However, after a moment, after exchanging glances and recalling the common misconduct of everyone before, these people gradually came to their senses. Everyone's position was consistent and obvious. In other words, even if there were people like Lu Benzhong whose position seemed a little off, they could only stay consistent with everyone in the face of this big situation... but still no one dared to respond.

However, there is no need to reply to these people.

"Then there is only one explanation." Liu Hongdao suddenly felt relieved. "Although the emperor has doubts, it is just because of the situation. He has no intention of stopping the Northern Expedition... On the contrary, we are so anxious, but we are not as anxious as the emperor, so we are panicked when faced with a major event."

Everyone still looked at each other, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to respond.

In the incense-burning bedroom, Zhao Jiu opened his eyes wide to look at the ceiling, listening to the sound of raindrops, and finally could not help turning over.

After this night of excitement, the time traveler has thought it through - there is a saying that the world's situation is like a galloping horse, and people are like drivers who can only guide but not rein in.

At this point, where is the way out?

In other words, as long as you don't call for a stop, the galloping horse will have to move forward in the predetermined direction step by step.

The next morning, the rain was a little lighter, only dripping, and it looked like the sky would clear up gradually. Emperor Zhao and the civil and military officials in Shengguo Temple, who got up to eat at Xiangji Kitchen, knew this very well... If the sky cleared up at this point, it would be like the rain in early summer. The production would be reduced, but it could not be called a disaster.

And this rain in the north and south, and the unrest in Fujian, will most likely change the original "the South has been settled, and the troops are sufficient" to the so-called "the South is slightly settled, and the troops are slightly sufficient".

"Mr. Liu." Emperor Zhao ate very slowly, as if he was waiting for someone, or thinking about something. He waited until everyone had finished eating before he finished eating slowly. He did not stand up, but called Liu Hong directly. "Military supplies have been arranged. The plan cannot be changed at the last minute. I will give you supplies and manpower to repair the plank road in Hejian, Shanzhou."

"Yes." Liu Hongdao stood up quickly. Although his eyes were slightly red, he was still in good spirits. "I know the pros and cons."

"I'm glad you know."

Zhao Jiu looked at the sunlight gradually emerging outside the door, listened to the gradually increasing noisy sounds inside the temple, shook his head repeatedly, but suddenly raised his hand and tapped the chopping board in front of him where rice was served in the kitchen with his knuckles, muttering to himself.

"When I was young, I didn't know how difficult the world was. Looking north from the Central Plains, the atmosphere was as majestic as a mountain.

The tower ship crosses the Huai Dian in the snow at night, and the iron horses descend from Yao Mountain in the smoke of wind.

Guangwu’s restoration was just a boast, as the gray hair in the mirror has already turned white.

"He made a name for himself with his first performance. Who can be compared to him in the next thousand years?"

"Gentlemen." This poem is not good, it is too hasty, just like the current situation, so it has flaws. But when he said this, Zhao Jiu did not leave room for everyone to think, and turned around in the kitchen, and his emotion was clearly revealed in his words. "We are already 60% sure, but we are still hesitant. How courageous was Zhuge Wuhou that day? If it weren't for this time, how could anyone know how serious his determination was to go to Qishan for the sixth time?"

"I am old and I dare not compare myself to Zhuge Wuhou, but fortunately my body is still there and can still fill the ditches in Hebei!" At this moment, Lu Yihao, who had stopped outside the door before Emperor Zhao recited the poem, suddenly rushed into the kitchen before Yang Yizhong, and then responded before everyone else, paying homage with great ceremony and speaking generously. "To help the emperor achieve the cause of Guangwu's revival!"

Zhao Jiu nodded lightly, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

PS: ...I would like to dedicate a book "The Overthrow of Qin" to you all...and continue to wish you all a happy new year.