Zhao Zhen frowned and said, "This is simply against human ethics!"
"Then what do you say?"
Zhao Jun said tactfully, "We are only four years apart in age, so calling you grandpa isn't quite appropriate."
"To be precise, it should be nine hundred and ninety years old!"
Zhao Zhen seriously corrected him, "You said before that the first year of Jingyou was 1034 AD, and you were born in 2000 AD. After calculation, I was born in 1010 AD, so you are 990 years younger than me."
Zhao Jun almost peed his pants at that time, thinking to himself, has this guy learned to use magic to defeat magic?
He had no choice but to admit defeat and said, "Alright, you're awesome. Let's both take a step back. In public, I'll call you the official, and you call me by my name. In private, you call me the eldest grandson, and I'll call you the old master, alright?"
"Old Master? What kind of address is that?"
Zhao Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you just call me brother?"
"That's okay too."
Zhao Jun agreed reluctantly.
As a history student, he naturally knew that "brother" in ancient times did not mean brother as we know today, but father.
During the Tang and Song dynasties, sons called their fathers "brother" and fathers called their sons "brother".
For example, Zhao Gou was called "Nineth Brother" by Song Huizong.
Just because she was infertile and had weak knees and no backbone, she was called Wanyan's Ninth Sister by later generations. She was indeed a bit of a milk sister.
However, in modern times, "brother" means older brother, so each of them can do their own thing. Zhao Zhen wants to be his father, and Zhao Jun considers himself a younger brother, and everyone is happy.
Zhao Zhen, who had gained an advantage from the title, said happily, "Then you will be my good grandson from now on. Grandson, when you meet the gentlemen later, please don't let on. As an emperor, I still have to maintain some dignity, otherwise how can I convince the people?"
"Okay, okay, okay."
Zhao Jun waved his hands, patted his thigh and said, "You broke my leg, okay?"
"Then let's go back to Guanjia Palace."
Zhao Zhen was very satisfied with Zhao Jun's cleverness. Although he was a bit tough, he was still flexible. He was not like Fan Zhongyan, who was so stubborn that no one could change his mind even if nine oxen pulled him back.
Soon with a shout from Zhao Zhen, Wang Shouzhong and the guards outside opened the gate of the Qincan Palace, and Zhao Jun had to pretend to limp out.
The Qincan Palace is right next to the Guanjia Palace, not far away. It only takes twenty or thirty steps to get there. At this moment, all the ministers are waiting anxiously inside the door.
When Zhao Zhen appeared at the door, followed by the limping and obedient Zhao Jun, everyone was stunned.
"Official, what is this?"
Yan Shu was stunned. Zhao Jun, who was trying to commit suicide just now, is so obedient now?
"Please take your seats."
Zhao Zhen walked in with a triumphant look on his face, saying, "I have persuaded Zhao Jun with both reason and emotion, and I think I have convinced him."
Yan Shu hurriedly walked to Zhao Jun's side, wanting to check his injuries, but saw that there were almost no signs of injury on his body, not even a drop of sweat on his face, and no expression of pain. He was speechless for a moment.
Zhao Jun winked at him and groaned, "Ouch, it hurts so much. I was really wrong, ancestor. I will definitely listen to you honestly in the future."
"Well, the boy is teachable."
Zhao Zhen walked over to his dragon throne, a Huanghuali wood armchair, sat down, pointed to the last seat and said, "You sit there."
"Thank you, sir."
Zhao Jun touched his butt with one hand and limped over again.
However, the poor acting skills of these two people could not fool the old foxes present, mainly because Zhao Jun was not injured at all and could not act out that state at all.
His face had a relaxed expression, but he was basically howling with his mouth. He walked very steadily, pretending that his thigh was in pain. You could tell at a glance whether he had been beaten or whether his butt was injured.
So now everyone's expression is very interesting, looking constipated.
But Zhao Zhen didn't dare to really beat him. It was very difficult to negotiate a cooperation. If he really beat him, what if Zhao Jun committed suicide?
So I can only muddle along.
As long as it saves face, even if people know it's acting, most people won't dare to say anything.
So, amidst everyone's strange looks, the two of them sat down.
No matter why Zhao Jun could still sit on the chair after being spanked, he almost told everyone that the emperor had just gone to ask Zhao Jun for help, and Zhao Jun reluctantly agreed.
But as the saying goes, when people are in trouble, they should not be demolished, and the government's reputation still needs to be maintained by everyone.
Everyone pretended to be confused and said, "It's great that Zhao Jun is so sensible and understands our ancestors' good intentions."
"Young people are bound to suffer a little. It's better to suffer a few blows here than to suffer losses outside."
"Your Majesty is truly wise. With just a few words, you have convinced Zhao Jun. I admire you."
Everyone was talking nonsense, which gave Zhao Zhen both face and profit, and they characterized the incident as Zhao Jun finally succumbing to Zhao Zhen's stick.
However, Zhao Jun was dumbfounded by the shamelessness displayed, and thought that the scholar-official class of the Song Dynasty was indeed as shameless as recorded in history books.
However, it is not a shameful thing for ancestors to beat their descendants. Zhao Jun wanted to give Zhao Zhen some face, so he did not care about these things.
"Alright, everyone, let's discuss the matter."
Zhao Zhen waved his hand and let the matter go.
After all, our ancestors, and the emperor at that, had to be so humble to ask for help from future generations. There was really nothing to be proud of. The most important thing was to get down to business.
Lü Yijian looked at Zhao Jun and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Jun, you know the current situation in the Song Dynasty. Do you have anything to say?"
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