Chapter 124 Impersonation

"Your Majesty, the team of King Zhennan's visit to Tibet has left the city." Yang Jian stepped forward and put a thick cloak on Zhao Yu.

"Oh." Zhao Yu's eyes slowly raised from the memorial he was looking at, and half of his facial muscles were slightly **. "Did he bring more gold and silver when he left? Is there anything in the Zhennan Palace?"

"I heard that the prince didn't bring anything valuables when he left. Someone in the king's mansion went to Yunzhou. Didn't the emperor promise the king of Zhennan to allow him to settle in Yunzhou?" Yang Jian said cautiously.

"Well, it's better to send someone to take a close look. I really don't know when he will do something."

"What else can a prince do? Even if he has a battalion of people, what can he do?"

Zhao Yu shook his head slightly: "That's because you don't know him well enough. After this imperial shooting, the reputation of the king has increased again. I heard that during the Spring Festival, many DPRK and Chinese officials went to his house one after another in the name of congratulations. Do you think they will form a party for personal gain?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. It's normal for this minister to congratulate each other. Besides, he is also a prince after all, and accompanied the sixth prince to watch the imperial shooting. Outsiders must have thought that the emperor used him seriously, but the king of Zhennan has no power, no position and regardless of the government. After returning from Tubo, people also left the capital. What are you afraid of? What about it?

Yang Jian said, but his hands were not idle. He warmed Zhao Yu's hand stove and put it back into Zhao Yu's cold hand.

"That's right. If he doesn't leave, I'm also worried that he will blackmail the emperor to order the princes in the future."

"How come? Your Majesty, you have a decision. Of course, it's not something that the king of Zhennan can hold on." Yang Jian racked his brains to comfort Zhao Yu, and Zhao Yu liked to listen to the words.

"He can't do it for officials, but Zhao Xu is young, so it's hard to say what will happen in the future."

Yang Jian smashed the meaning of the emperor's words: "The emperor really wants to make the sixth prince the prince."

"Well, the imperial edict has been drafted. Several prime ministers in the court advised that this is a logical thing, and the sixth prince is smart. Although he is young, he is also very courageous. It is indeed favored by the officials."

"The emperor's saint."

"All right, don't say that. Presumably, it's good for you to tell Concubine De."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "No matter can be hidden from the emperor's eyes. There must be benefits, but how can the benefits be compared with the emperor's establishment of a good prince, which is good for me in the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Yu seemed to be much more relaxed: "I also thought about it. The prince obeyed God's will and appointed Zhao Xu, but I also declared that if I have something unexpected, I will ask the empress dowager to govern."

The empress dowager is in power, which is a little beyond Yang Jian's expectation. After all, the empress dowager has always been inclined to the queen's side, but he immediately said, "The emperor is still considerate."

"I knew you would follow me." Zhao Yu felt speechless. Can an eunuch still say it against himself? But this matter in case of emergency can't be understood by outsiders. For the empress dowager, whether it is the sixth prince Zhao Xu or the eleventh prince Zhao Ji, whoever ascends the throne is the same, but the empress dowager is supported by a group of ministers, and even became the emperor himself. For many years, the old ministers in the court will still visit the intention of the empress dowager, and even listen to the edict of the empress dowager. It is expected that it is better to let outsiders intervene in the government during the turbulent period. It is better to put the empress dowager on the front desk.

Looking at Zhao Yu holding the bookcase and trying to stand up, Yang Jian hurried forward and supported Zhao Yu with his body as a crutch. He thought to himself that the emperor's illness was getting worse and worse, until he helped Zhao Yu back to his bed and ordered someone to serve Zhao Yu to rest. A little eunuch walked into the bedroom and approached Yang Jian and pulled him. In his robe sleeve, Yang Jian saw that Zhao Yu had closed his eyes, so he followed the little eunuch out of the bedroom of the bedroom.

"Did you say that the emperor is in poor health?"

"He said he hoped that General Manager Yang would pass on the truth on his behalf."

"Forget it, this harem is such a concubine, which is not because of the emperor's illness is urgent, and it can't be said that anyone who can't eat and drink will set another precedent. Besides, how can the queen do the emperor's business if we don't come to be subordinates?"

Seeing that Yang Jian's words were not angry, the little eunuch retreated silently, and the bedroom gradually became quiet. Yang Jian looked inside. The maid of honor lowered her head and stood outside the curtain, waiting for instructions at any time. Yang Jian shook his head, put away the pen and ink of the book, put the approved memorial code neatly, and the part Zhao Yu had just seen was still open. Yang Jian glanced at him: It is said that Tubo praised that Dong Yan was dead, and Ali's bones did not mourn and wanted to bully Ding on his behalf.

A team of officers and soldiers escorted a carriage in the direction of Tubo. A few days after the team left the capital, the prince suffered from a cold and fell ill. The two little kings fell behind all the way, but the prince was too lazy to take care of them when he was ill. He only ordered Dai Zong to watch the two people and not to cause trouble.

For many days, on the way, Zhang Qing ordered Zhang Qing to bring food to the prince and arrive at the mansion to stay. The prince, who was afraid of the wind and cold, was surrounded tightly. It seemed that the king of Zhennan was not ill and much thinner.

Finally, he entered the room. Shi Qian took off several layers of gowns and removed the thick-bottomed high boots. Mom was finally breathable. She usually looked at Wang Bianweifeng, and it was her turn to pretend to suffer so much.

As soon as the door rang, Zhang Qing walked in and couldn't help smiling when he saw Shi Qian's finally relaxed look. He put the food on the table: "Let's eat."

"Brother Zhang Qing, you have to say something, prince, let's eat."

"I want to be beautiful." Zhang Qing was not polite. He sat at the table by himself: "If you don't eat it, I can eat it."

Shi Qian then twisted and walked to the table: "There is no wine. How can I eat it?"

"If you want to drink, you can do whatever you want when Tubo and the prince meet."

Shi Qian rubbed his buttocks on the chair: "Oh, it's been out for more than half a month, and I don't know when I can get to Tubo. I sit in the broken carriage every day, and my buttocks are half and halves upside down. Now my two legs are soft. Unfortunately, my light kung fu is estimated to be full."

"Ha ha, come on, come on, you have only grown weight these days. In addition to eating and sleeping, there are so many complaints."

"Seriously, Brother Zhang Qing, if this is a day or two, it will be a lot of suffering for so many days in a row. You haven't answered me yet. When will we arrive in Tubo? Is there any news from the prince?"

"When the prince left, he specially told us not to leave in a hurry, so according to the current itinerary, I guess it will take a month."

"What, a month, no, no, I'm about to get sick. Why don't we change it tomorrow?"

"You, don't think about this. You'd better stay in the honest car tomorrow."

Shi Qian sighed, stretched out his hand to take off the flowers and blew them: "Fortunately, it's a fake flower, otherwise I won't see the sun for so many days, and I'm afraid it will be adjusted."

Zhang Qing looked at his self-pity and smiled: "Unless you put a flower pot, even the real flower will wither."

Regardless of whether Shi Qian is willing or not, he should still wear thick-bottomed boots early in the morning, wear a number of clothes next to the king, and then leave only a pair of eyes around him with a blanket, and then sit honestly in the carriage.

The original residents of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau were called the Mon people. After the Warring States Period, some Qiang tribes, such as Faqiang and Mitang, gradually migrated to present-day Tibet. They merged with the local people and developed, forming the Tubo people. The Tubo Dynasty was established by the Yak tribe operating in the Yalong River Valley and unifying the tribes of the Yak tribe. Called abandoning Nie Qi Zanpu, "Zanpu" means Xiongqiang's husband. Later, it became the honorable name of the governor of Tubo. In 960 A.D., the Northern Song Dynasty was established. Due to the area where the Song Dynasty was located, it had less contact with Tibetan ministries in Weizang and other places far away from the Han area, but with the Gan, Qing, Sichuan and Yunnan Tibetans in the neighboring Han areas. The ministry is relatively close. Shortly after the founding of the Song Dynasty, the descendants of a tribal leader of the former Tubo Empire established power in the Huangshui River Basin of Qinghai Province, centered on Miaochuan (now Ledu) and Qingtang (now Xining). This was one of the largest local feudal regimes with Tibetans as the main body at that time. He sent envoys to the Song Dynasty many times. The emperor paid tribute and begged for official positions. In 1032 (the first year of Ming Dao), Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty appointed him as "General of Ningyuan, the envoy of Aizhou regiment", and gave him a generous salary. In 1041 (the second year of Kangding), the emperor of the Song Dynasty also appointed him as "the inspector of the school Taibao to charge Baoshun, Hexi and other military jied envoys". This Later, the descendants of Dong Wei, Ali Gu, Blind Zheng, Long, etc., were all ruled by the Song Dynasty for generations. They ruled the area and belonged to Qinfeng Road in the 26th Road of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Xiping County, the capital of Tibet, is located in the eastern part of Qinghai Province. It is a tributary of the Yellow River, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and three rivers meet. It is the gateway to the east of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Its geographical location is very important. In ancient times, it was known as the "West Sea Lock Key".

"It's all the prince's bad idea. Now I'm really sick." In the post hall of Xiping County, Shi Qian looked at the food on the table but was too lazy to reach out to touch the chopsticks.

"Why are we all right? I have to say that you are not in good physical well. Just eat it quickly." Zhang Qing coaxed Shi Qian like a child. Originally, Shi Qian was younger than them, and the two of them ate and lived together all the way were also a little brotherly.

"Of course you are fine. The commanders are all elite soldiers and generals, and they are not bored as much as I am all the way." Shi Qian muttered and complained.

"After a few more days, Dai Zong has come. It is said that the prince's trip to Dali is very smooth, and he is rushing here. It is estimated that it will take less than three or five days to arrive."

"Come on, I know. It's too hard to be a prince." Shi Qian said with a bitter face.

If Wang is here, Wang will definitely smile. Shiqian is not a disease. At most, it is just a reflection of the plateau. Fortunately, although Shiqian is thin, his body is not bad.

"We are also looking forward to the prince coming back soon."

"By the way, Brother Zhang Qing, I heard that the Suzhou defense envoy Ali Gu is the prince's sworn brother. You said that if he knew that the prince was coming, would he come to see the prince in person, so I would help him."

"Don't worry, we have already inquired about Ali Gu. The prince had expected this for a long time. He had asked someone to send a letter to General Zhe and invited Ali Gu to Hezhou in advance. Even if he came back now, it will take two or three days."

Shi Qian was relieved. He felt much more comfortable after eating two bites of rice casually. After a boring stroll in the room, he opened the window of the room and looked out. There were endless stream of pedestrians on the street. Some of them wore small sleeves, round-collar straight-collar brocade robes, and the color was bright and very beautiful.