On September 3, the fifth year of Jingkang, Emperor Zhao Huan, after finishing his day's work, entered the camp building in the deep palace and looked into the distance.

It was golden autumn, and the long-lasting weather began to cool down. Although I looked up and looked at the distance, my eyes were covered with gray-brown roofs and yellow and dry dusty streets. Zhao Huan still liked to climb high and look up and far in the evening every evening. As the sunset fell, the stars ignited, and a vivid human atmosphere rushed straight into his chest, making him feel particularly relaxed and comfortable. The fatigue of the day was slowly dissipated in the noise in the market not far away, in the quarrels between husband and wife and the cry of children.

Sometimes, he also laughed at himself. He was a cow and a horse in his previous life, but he was the emperor in this life, but he was still a horse and a cow.

Everyone is lazy. Now he needs to do a lot of things, bury many pieces, and use the world to play games, and enjoy it. However, if he changes to the prosperous era, it is really hard to say whether he is willing to spend so much energy to make trouble instead of enjoying the fun brought by the position of the emperor.

When the sun sets in the west and desperately exudes the last glory, Zhao Huan is tired and smiles faintly, and finally turns back.

Around him, there were countless palace maids and eunuchs serving him, observing his every move at any time.

The palace was not very large, densely packed with hundreds of nail-like guards standing, guarding his safety.

In his bedroom, there are always beautiful young girls who serve his daily life and meet all his requirements.

But whenever I climbed up and looked far away, I stepped on the wooden stairs one by one, and heard the squeaking stairs, and an irresistible feeling of loneliness and boredom always came one after another and could not be removed.

"Official family, please wash your mother."

After going down a tall building, there were several palace maids who were 28 years old. They were shy and timid, holding a towel and combing a copper basin, and asked the emperor to wipe his face and wash his hands.

Chang'an is prone to windy and dusty weather. Every time Zhao Huan goes downstairs, he always has to do this.

He took the towel, wiped it a few times on his face, and finally cheered up, as if the troubles and depression were all the same. With the ticking water, it fell into the soil and disappeared.

"Official family, is it a way to pass on the meal?"

"Transfer it."

When he first came back, every time someone asked about the food and food. Zhao Huan subconsciously asked, but later he found out that no matter how angry he got, he ordered that the old rules in the palace for more than a hundred years could not be changed. The emperor had long had regulations on his diet and daily life, so he could not let him do whatever he wanted. In addition, Meng later, he had even more concerns. If the emperor was more frugal than frugal, the eldest grandpa would naturally follow this. This was equivalent to Zhao Huan being mean to the queen. If he passed it out, the emperor would be unfilial.

Xiao Xiao’s daily life and diet are so big, and Zhao Huan is also helpless.

He agreed. The chief supervisor who was with him passed the order. After a while, the Qinglu Pavilion where Zhao Huan lived was near the Qinglu Pavilion, and the pavilion was divided into front and back. In front was the place where Zhao Huan met officials and approved documents, and behind was the residence.

Of course, the meals are also in front of the pavilion, with five rooms in the carving room, green bricks and green tiles, and red jade steps. They look small and unique. There are flower beds outside to form a forest, and there are several cranes stocked outside, which makes the emperor feel pleasing to the eye when he lives.

Zhao Huan walked leisurely and walked slowly towards Qinglu Pavilion.

Yue Fei had already been ordered to start the decree, and the military discipline was completed. More than 10,000 people from the headquarters, plus more than 30,000 Liu Guangshi's troops and nearly 50,000 Yue's army had arrived at the shore of Jiting Lake and went to Xue Qiang's imperial army to attack Zhong Xiang, who was on the left and right.

Han Shizhong and Yang Yizhong also began to mobilize troops and attack tentatively towards Shandong and Jingdong to help Guanzhong reduce the pressure from the Jin soldiers.

Here in Guanzhong, 200,000 troops went to the front line. As the envoy, Zhao Ding personally went to the military on behalf of the emperor to boost morale. A few days ago, he wrote a memorial and said that he was a civil and military officer with Quduan, and was quite harmonious. The main force of 150,000 people was waiting for him and ready to defend Tongguan at any time. In addition to the natural favorable terrain formed by the Wei River Valley, it is estimated that it will not be easy for the enemy to break through the pass and enter.

I am not worried about martial arts for the time being, and my literary affairs are in full swing, and I have begun to have my own capable team and perfect political concepts.

The collection of power, the collection of finance and legal system in the central government, the restraint and whip officials by exams, the study of Banden Wensi to intimidate, and Qin Hui and others as thugs, this is Zhao Huan’s best and most confident side.

According to his estimate, at most three years, he will be able to enforce orders and make any moves without the need for force as a backing.

Since the late autumn of Jingkang year, he ventured out of Beijing after experiencing great hardships and had been able to take a breath in the past two years, Zhao Huan was also very pleased.

When I walked slowly to the front of the De Pavilion, I saw a few young men among the guards in the squad, leading a horse to train. The horse was very fierce, neighing and screaming, flying four hooves, jumping back and forth. These guards in the squad were all young men in their twenties, and they were usually loved by Zhao Huan. They relied on Zhao Huan's favor and led them from the stable on duty. They wanted to train them and let the emperor ride, but they made a big mistake in public. Seeing the emperor walking towards him, they were anxious. The horse was still disobedient, and they were all anxious and sweating profusely.

Seeing that they were anxious, Zhao Huan laughed and said, "Don't be anxious. This horse has been sent for a few days. The horse-raising officers in the army cannot adjust it well. It is not surprising that you cannot accept it if you treat it."

While speaking, he walked closer, the eunuch bent over and walked forward to protect him, preventing the horse from suddenly hurting people and snatching the emperor's oily skin. Everyone was guilty and could not afford it.

They used Zhang as a gesture, but were loyal and brave. Zhao Huan glanced sideways and didn't care. He only looked at the horse at the moment.

The horse was extremely tall and there were no good horses in the Song Dynasty. Although it was ordered by the people to raise horses, it was completely ineffective. Without natural pastures and good breeds, it was impossible to achieve any results among the people. There was a shortage of horses in the army, and only seven or eight people could have a horse. Some cavalry teams even rode a horse with eight or nine people.

The horse's height is only about 1.34 meters tall. The horse in front of me is black all over, with only four hooves snow-white. It is a famous dark cloud cover. It is also five feet per inch, about 1.6 meters tall. It is a rare divine horse among the Song horse. Originally, Han Shizhong, the governor of the two quasi-grand martial arts, obtained it from the Jurchen officer, and sent someone from Zhenjiang to send him, saying, "This horse is not something that the minister dares to ride."

This is naturally a nonsense. This horse was originally a horse that was ridden by a lower-level officer of the Jurchens. He was a military governor and didn't dare to take it. When Zhao Huan received the memorial, he laughed uncontrollably, thinking that this famous righteous minister and military general would also be welcomed, but it was interesting.

At that moment, someone ordered a pen to write: "Read what you say, I feel your sincere intentions, and I feel very comforted."

In this way, I forgot to give this martial official a small reward, but this divine horse became a scene in the palace. Many nearby servants ran to see it while on duty. Many civil servants even took a detour and went to watch it before visiting the emperor, pointing fingers, which was very lively.

Whenever he saw this scene, Zhao Huan was particularly moved that in this era of cold weapons, a good horse was undoubtedly a later generation of German-made tiger tanks, which made people jealous and extremely admired.

He stood and looked at it for a while, but he felt that the horse was extremely stubborn and strong, and was afraid that he would not be able to tame it at any time, so he ordered: "I will take it back later. I don't usually ride a horse, so I will tame it slowly."

A squad guard raised his head and replied: "We can't handle the officials in front of the officials, and we can't do anything small, so what's the face? Don't worry, the officials will definitely ask them to be obedient in a few days."

He dared to talk to the emperor like this because Zhao Huan rarely acted as an emperor's son. Not only was he, but Song Yan always had such rules. The sons of Banzhi were the most favored and Xin Chong, so it was not surprising that he had a little talk with the emperor.

Zhao Huan didn't care either, and he smiled and went into the room to have a meal by himself.

The room was extremely bright and bright. The palace lanterns were arranged in the four walls and the daylight shining in the house was like.

Zhao Huan, no matter how much he cares about, never frugal in this regard. Modern people who are used to the bright and beautiful things will never accept the life of a light like beans at night.

In the room on the left side of the pavilion, he was eating. There were more than 20 dishes in front of a long table. The palace meals, also known as jade food, all have fixed recipes. This kind of show was due to Zhao Huan's repeated strict orders and reduced by more than half.

He sat down before the desk and looked around. What sheep's head, sea salt snake, fried three-color fresh, fried frog, arrow lying bird, swallow fish, and white fish were placed in silver pots and calves, and they were all in silver pots and calves, which made people look very excited.

These dishes look very simple, but they are extremely luxurious. The earth-step fish only takes two cheeks, sheep head sticks, and only two wings. The crab claws are wrapped in wontons, and only the meat is taken, and the crab body is discarded.

This is not only a tradition in the palace, but even in the houses of scholars and officials, they are always fed by the essence of food. As the emperor, Zhao Huan could ask himself to be frugal, but he could not leave his dietary habits to change an era, but he could only succumb to this era.

Moreover, people love delicious food. As an emperor, it is not too much to enjoy a little bit of food.

But these dishes are cooked and cooked, which is very greasy. Zhao Huan took a few bites and smiled: "I ate Xiangwu well. I ate one more bowl, but I couldn't eat it at this time."

The eunuchs around him all smiled and said, "I guess the officials are thinking about their subordinates, so they can use their chopsticks to give them a reward."

This is because Zhao Huan is afraid of being too wasteful. As long as he has not moved his chopsticks, he ordered people to take it and reward it to the guards on duty. He thought that this was the case, so these eunuchs were so flattered.

Zhao Huan nodded and said, "Yes, these are rewarded to the guards who trained horses outside the pavilion in a while. They are so tired that they sweat all over, and they will definitely eat delicious food."

I told this, but I felt hungry in my stomach. Looking at the table full of dishes, I felt that I had nowhere to start.

He sighed slightly, and finally sighed in his heart: "No wonder there was an idiot in the Eastern Jin Dynasty who said that he spent tens of thousands of dollars on meals every day, and there was no place to put chopsticks."
Chapter completed!