Crown Prince Zhao Huan:
Dad, you're not righteous! The Jin army is here, and you want to run. Take me with you! I don't want to be emperor.
Emperor Huizong Zhao Ji:
Raisin...
Chapter 63: The Pain of Parting from afar (Not yet finished, no need to read)
I drank until midnight and haven’t updated yet.
In order to have full attendance, I have to reserve a seat first and make up for it tomorrow.
In the Bianjing Palace, above the damaged Daqing Hall, two women, one big and one small, sat on the dragon throne.
Zhu Lian with his white hair was very conspicuous, his eyes revealing the determination to rather die in glory than live in disgrace; Zhao Xi tried hard to purse his lips, looking down with his big eyes, with a serious and fierce look on his face.
On the platform in front of the dragon throne, Niu Gao, with a grin on his face, looked around at the court officials on both sides, and thought to himself, "Isn't Niu Gao second only to two people and above ten thousand people?"
In the Song Dynasty, it was very simple to distinguish the ranks of officials. All you had to do was look at the color of their clothes. Officials of the third rank and above wore purple robes, officials of the fifth rank and above wore red robes, officials of the seventh rank and above wore green robes, and officials of the eighth and ninth rank, who were not up to par, could only wear green robes.
Niu Gao's idea was very simple. The closer to the throne, the higher the official's status. Then, being next to the queen and the princess, wouldn't he be the third in the Song Dynasty?
At the bottom of the hall, in the front were Prince Kang Zhao Gou and Prince Yun Zhao Kai, each with a group of ministers behind them, who were having a heated discussion.
After enduring the bitterness of separation from all corners of the world, I never expected to find the scattered flowers so numerous upon my return. Looking at each other beneath the flowers, I said nothing, and the spring and the sky were both gone from the green window.
Waiting to tell my love under the lamp, a ray of new love, a thousand old hatreds. The most unretainable thing in the world is that the red face leaves the mirror and the flowers leave the trees.