Chapter 291 Forbidden eunuchs to do politics

Looking at Chen Chengli's make a fool of himself, even the Emperor Yingzong smiled. Chen Chengli said with a bitter face, "Your Majesty, this quill pen is really difficult to use."

The emperor smiled and said to the prince Zhao Yu, "Your Majesty, why don't you try it?" Zhao Yu waved his hand quickly: "I can't do it. It's better to let Wang Taibao have a try. He sent this thing. He must have used it skillfully."

Wang side took out another quill pen. Today, he specially brought several quills. For these quill pens, he pulled out the wings of three or four swans. Wang side was really a little distressed. If there was really an animal protection association, he had to sue himself. He held the quill pen in his hand: "Since Mr. Chen said that this quill pen was not easy to use. Why don't I compare with him, prince? What do you think we are better than writing?

Zhao Yu frowned and thought for a time: "Father, I have a proposal. If you write a self-chosen topic, it is inevitable that there will be familiar or unfamiliar influence on the speed. It's better to find a memorial from your dragon book case, a smell of incense time, and let them compare the trial copy, to see who writes faster and the font is good, which is more fair."

The emperor was not so happy. Especially today, his body improved greatly, and his mood naturally improved. He nodded and motioned that Zhao Yu could do it. Zhao Yu went to the dragon book case, read a few memorials, found the nameless memorial and said, "Just this one." After saying that, he opened the fold and put it on the table. The eunuch studied the ink and spread the paper; Wang Bing and Chen Chengli were ready to copy according to the memorial,

Chen Chengli was happy when he saw that it was his own memorial. After all, he had written it once and was already familiar with the road, and Wang was not timid. As Zhao Yu said, the two people wrote it. At the beginning, Chen Chengli wrote quickly. He wrote ten words, and Wang only wrote five words. Zhao Yu was secretly worried. How did he know that Wang's quill pen is not like a pen after all. The quill pen is light in his hand, and the old paper is not as hard as the later paper. Although Wang's side has already thought about it in his heart, he still needs to grasp the strength.

However, the more Wang's writing is, the smoother it is, and the handwriting is more and more charming. Moreover, the biggest advantage of the goose feather pen is the continuity of writing after the goose feather fiber absorbs ink. Chen Chengli writes three or five words and has to be dipped in ink, and the goose feather pen used by Wang can write ten or eight at a time. After half a column of incense, Wang's writing. The speed obviously exceeded that of Chen Chengli, and he soon finished copying the memorial. Song Yingzong looked at the handwriting written by the two people and nodded his head. The boy next to the king was still a little interesting. Suddenly, he remembered that some things he saw in his dream, and Zhao Shu was a little dazed sitting there.

"Father, please decide the result of the two of them." Zhao Yu whispered a reminder,

Yingzong came to his senses: "Of course, the king of Zhennan is slightly better. You all retreat. I have something to ask the king of Zhennan."

The prince Zhao Yu was a little strange. Why did his father suddenly become serious? He took the order to retreat, and the eunuch behind him also retreated. There were only two people left in the room, the emperor and the king. The king lowered his head and waited for Zhao Shu to speak. He didn't know why Emperor Yingzong would retreat everyone. He heard Zhao Shu say, "Sit down." Wang just sat down by the window,

There was a suffocating silence in the room. After a long time, Zhao Shu asked in a low voice, "Beside the king, do you hate the officials in your heart?"

How could such a sentence suddenly come out? Wang side raised his head. Zhao Shu was looking at himself. It was difficult to see the joy, anger and sorrow from Zhao Shu's face. He didn't know what he was thinking. Wang simply replied, "Does the emperor want to hear the truth or listen to lies."

"What is the truth and what is the lie?" Zhao Shu asked with a blank face,

"Lies are hate. I want to do my best for the Song Dynasty, but the emperor didn't even let me see my wife and children for the last time."

Zhao Shu frowned slightly when he heard what Wang said. Wang's words were somewhat unexpected. This lie is hatred, and the truth must be hatred to the bone. "What about the truth?"

"The truth is that I don't hate it."

"What's the truth?" Zhao Shu was surprised, happy and curious,

Wang looked at the change of Zhao Shu's expression and thought that Zhao Shu was so strange today. People often say that people are about to die. Is it possible that he will leave me any orphan's last words for me today? No matter how much, I can say what I think: "Holy Lord, since ancient times, the royal family has been in charge of the world, and the first generation has fought the country. The second generation sits in the country, and the third generation guards the country. It is easy to defend the country. What's more, your generation of the Song Dynasty has experienced the fifth generation. Since the founding of the country, there has been no good land. Naturally, in addition to worrying about the invasion of foreigners, they are also worried about the power and bullying. It is really difficult to work hard to stabilize the saints of the country, not to mention the country you took over. It's not from my biological father, so my king doesn't hate you at all. I'm neither obedient nor unruly. It's God's will to live here, so I can only do my best, but don't ask about the future if I do good deeds.

When Wang began to speak, he also thought about moving Zhao Shu, but as he spoke, he suddenly aroused his own thoughts and suddenly remembered the sentence, "But don't ask about the future if you do good deeds." After saying that, he was silent. These words seemed to be exactly what he thought in his heart. He hated Song Yingzong for nothing at all, not to mention that the death of Yuexia really had nothing to do with Song Yingzong and Zhao Shu,

"Then I will send you to Yongzhou, and you don't have a trace of resentment." Zhao Shu asked,

Wang shook his head: "Your Majesty, you have the idea of innovation and eliminating malpractices, but it is difficult to implement. Yongzhou is low and remote. Doing something in that place at the right time will not affect the Central Plains, not to mention that you sent me to Yongzhou this time for the prince."

Zhao Shu, Song Yingzong of this matter, has burst into tears. He has been working hard for decades. He has been the emperor for three years. Up to now, no minister has said such sincere words to himself. Who knows that it is not easy for him. He finally ascended to the throne of the King of the Song Dynasty. Finally, he had the intention to change, but no one paid attention to it, and he himself But he was dragged down by this disease. Even if he had ambition, he was powerless. It was nothing to hand over the mess of the Song Dynasty to himself. He was really afraid that he would be in the hands of his children and grandchildren.

For a long time, Song Yingzong sighed: "I didn't expect that the person I had been guarding for was the person who knew me best."

The king has always been immersed in his words just now. He will look up at Zhao Shu and see his sad appearance. Even if the emperor has a difficult scriptures in his family, and the emperor's scriptures are not easy to read. Sometimes there is no one who can understand his heart. The emperor's heart may be the most empty, so there are those The eunuch who speculated about the intention of the emperor came to power. Thinking of this, the king snorted coldly: "What's the use of you to guard against me? I only love money but not power. Do you want to guard against the people around you from usurping power and doing politics?"

If it were normal times, if he dared to talk to the emperor like this, even if Song Taizu had a legacy and could not kill the minister, he would be punished. What's more, what the king said was Song Yingzong, who had always looked at him, but at this time, the atmosphere of the room was like a king and a minister, more like an old man who looked at each other and smiled at each other. What else can't be said?

Zhao Shu pondered the words of the king and asked, "What does the king of Zhennan mean?"

Wang stood up and walked to the table where he had just written with Chen Chengli. He picked up the memorial and Chen Chengli's transcription: "Your Majesty, the eunuch minister, who was known as the "ten permanent attendants" at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, was in charge of the documents, conveyed the imperial edict, and had great power. The eunuch Houlan relied on power and harmed the people. The Eastern Han regime was the last Xiamen was overthrown; in the late Tang Dynasty, the eunuchs were evil, corrupt and cruel, and evil to the people. In the end, the country declined until it perished..." Wang said, and put the memorials and transcripts in the hands of Zhao Shu, who was sitting in a wheelchair. Zhao Shu looked down at the two books and was silent. Wang said nothing more. This matter should have been Ouyang. Repaired,

"Your Majesty, I will go to Yongzhou soon. You'd better take care of the dragon body..." At this moment, the king also knows what to say. A few years since he came to the Song Dynasty, the emperors and the two courtiers of the two dynasties were also the most difficult and weakest times in the Song Dynasty. History gave him a mission, which may be to change the status quo.

"Next to the king, if you don't live up to you, you will definitely not live up to you. You go to Yongzhou to govern one side."

Zhao Shu's advice was a little weak in Wang's side. What else can the emperor do for another year? Wang nodded: "Your Majesty, don't worry..."

"There is one more thing, Mr. Wang, who are you?" Zhao Shu touched the wheelchair and looked at the folding bed of the throne and the quil pen on the table. The question had been hovering in his heart for a long time. Wang's eyes followed Zhao Shu and looked at these things,

"Your Majesty, I am the son of Wang Anshi, and God sent me to strengthen the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Shu listened and closed his eyes. The fight with the king came to an end. Now he feels more and more that he has no energy to fight. He needs time to do something practical to leave a good foundation for the prince and future generations.

"You open the door of the hall..."

The king walked to the door, opened the door of the hall, turned around and pushed Song Yingzong to the door. Zhao Shu looked at the scenery outside the door. There was a wisp of sunset outside the door, and the sky was red. Several birds flew over the hall. Outside the bedroom stood guards and the inner ministers waiting for instructions.

"Tomorrow morning, the officials will withdraw the decree of appointing monks. The king of Zhennan, before you go south, you can have a good strategy to solve the difficulties of the officials."

"Your Hod, where is the difficulty?"

"It's getting more and more difficult for the imperial court to turn silver in two weeks. Now the officials in the court are like this time. The twilight is heavy, and it is difficult to make a difference, alas."

"Your Majesty, the sun will still rise tomorrow. There is nothing terrible about the twilight. I have an idea for the two-week turn of silver in the imperial court. If it can be implemented as soon as possible, it will also be helpful for me to go south to Yongzhou."

Hearing Wang's words, Song Yingzong's slightly sad expression showed a little joy. He seemed to see a glimmer of hope: "Come on quickly."