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 9: The Envoy

Everyone was in a daze and did not answer.

"That's all right. You all stay in the city and wait. I'll be back soon." Seeing this, Emperor Zhao, with a hint of joy at successfully solving the problem and an engineering student's persistence in logic, simply threw down his casual clothes, took the round-necked red robe from Feng Yi who had rushed back, put it on in the hall, then calmly put on his hard-winged fu hat, tied a golden belt, and finally changed into leather boots for ease of movement, and left.

The whole hall of civil and military officials was divided into two groups. Yuwen Xuzhong, Wang Yuan, Zhang Jun, Yan Xiaozhong, Liu Ziyu, and Feng Yi quickly turned around and followed him, but Lu Haowen, Xu Jingheng, and Wang Boyan did not move at all.

When Emperor Zhao came out of the door and mounted his horse on the street, he turned around and saw the person following him. He was slightly startled, but did not say much.

It can only be said that matters of stance in the world are never decided easily. After Emperor Zhao made a one-size-fits-all decision on the sides of war and peace, they are now divided into conservatives and radicals... Among them, the conservatives are destined to be powerful, and among the radicals, due to the existence of Emperor Zhao, there are destined to be speculators involved, or most of them are just speculators. On the contrary, the conservatives on the opposite side are mostly trustworthy people in terms of morality and behavior.

Zhao Guanjia knew this truth when he was fifteen years old and reading high school history textbook, so he didn't care about it.

Back to the present, the street was actually quite bright at this moment because the lights were not allowed to be turned off easily according to the previous order of Emperor Zhao. Zhao Jiu rode his horse forward, feeling the spring breeze blowing in his face, but he felt more and more that Yelu Ma Wu's small village was in danger.

PS: Zhao Xiaojiu bit off the optical fiber right in front of me... No one answered the call, so I could only turn on the hotspot on my phone... I really felt that this was adding insult to injury, and it was the first time I wanted to get it free shipping for 50 yuan.