Zhao Xu's first breakfast after returning to Yuanfeng for eight years was ordered by himself.

A piece of cheese, two hard-boiled eggs, and a small bowl of porridge and rice.

Just when we were finishing eating, Feng Jing came back.

Zhao Xu no longer hesitated and immediately ordered Feng Jingyan to spread paper with ink and copy it on a table in the palace that was specially used for writing.

However, when Zhao Xu saw the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures brought back by Feng Jing, he was lost for a moment.

"Is this God's will?" he whispered softly.

Memories from a previous life flashed back in my mind.

In the Funing Hall, the ministers gathered.

The curtain has been lowered, and the mother-in-law is in charge.

Young Zhao Xu was hugged and walked out of the curtain.

The ministers of the two governments all bowed their hands, bowed, and called His Highness.

At this time, the voice of the mother-in-law came from the curtain: "The prince is handsome and eager to learn. He has recited seven volumes of the Analects of Confucius. It is a little difficult to read, so he only reads. Since the emperor took medicine, he handwritten two volumes of Buddhist scriptures to pray for blessings!"

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At that time, Zhao Xu, who was young, turned around in surprise and saw Zhang Maoze, the chamberlain, sending two volumes of Buddhist scriptures out of the curtain and delivering them to the ministers.

After the officials circulated it one by one, they all paid homage: "The emperor of the Song Dynasty has a queen, and the country is lucky!"

At that time, Zhang Maoze passed the Buddhist scriptures from the curtain.

It happened to be the Buddhist scripture that Feng Jing took from Zishan Hall in front of him.

One said: eliminate disasters, the other said: extend life.

Zhao Xu recalled that the hand holding the pen had already left words on the Yuan calligraphy paper.

Zhao Xu did not adopt the ostentatious writing methods he used in modern times.

Instead, it was transcribed in standard Guange regular script, stroke by stroke.

Word by word, line by line, from left to right.

Although he is only a child, his hands are small and weak, and his handwriting is shallow.

However, the handwriting is neat and clear, and the size and format of each character are almost the same.

This shocked the ministers serving nearby.

"Your Highness's penmanship is so handsome. Even when Wang Youjun was a young man, he was probably nothing more than this!" Feng Jing praised half sincerely, half as an imam.

Zhao Xu did not answer, but just copied it on his own.

In my mind, those memories that were only fleeting began to flash back.

Father's unsmiling face slowly became colored.

The royal portraits enshrined in Gyeongbokgung Palace gradually became more realistic and warmer.

In my ears, there seems to be a faint sound of meandering water drinking wine, and the sound of silk, bamboo and elegant music.

The candlelight began to shine, and among the halls, the figures of ministers wearing purple robes, hairpins and fish were reflected in their pupils.

"Brother Six, come with me, don't be afraid!" His father held his hand, a small, thin hand, and walked out from behind the curtain.

This is Jiying Palace!

"This is the sixth servant of my son, the Emperor!" Emperor Father smiled and introduced to the ministers who filled the entire Jiying Hall: "I have made the prince of Yan'an County, and I want to make him come out of the cabinet next spring. By then, I still need you.

I wish you my blessing!"

The ministers were then divided into two classes, civil and military. They came forward in separate classes and bowed to their father and the small and thin Zhao Xu who was standing next to his father with the courtesy of ministers.

Many years later, Zhao Xu learned that his father had made elaborate arrangements for the banquet at Jiying Palace that night.

Not only the ministers at the imperial level and above, but also the generals at the level and above who were serving in the capital, all were summoned.

Even more in advance, many important ministers who were away were recalled, and complex personnel arrangements were made at the same time.

After the Gyeongbokgung Palace envoy, Wu Xinjun stayed, he entered the capital and knew that Xihe Lanhui Road was planned to pacify the system. Li Xian, a trusted minister with a large number of soldiers, was recalled by the imperial decree to attend the palace banquet that night.

There was another person who followed Li Xian back to Beijing.

Hebei Road transfer envoy Lu Shengqing.

Lu Shengqing is not important, what is important is his elder brother Lu Huiqing, who was a bachelor of Zizheng Palace, knew Taiyuan Prefecture, and was also the envoy of Linyan Road Economics and Strategy.

Most of the Western Army was under the command of Lu Huiqing, and most of the generals under him were military officials who had expanded the border since Xining.

In addition, Minister Youcheng of Jiangning and Wang Anli, minister of Zhongshu, were also specially arranged to sit next to the two prime ministers so that Wang Anli could see Zhao Xu clearly.

Wang Anli was Wang Anshi's younger brother, and the Jiangning where he was appointed was exactly where Wang Anshi lived in seclusion after he left.

These people, plus all serving ministers in Beijing and military ministers above the horizontal class, attended the night banquet at Jiying Hall at the same time.

It is equivalent to announcing to the world that the Prince of Yan'an County is already the crown prince!

It is also equivalent to giving Zhao Xu an insurance.

If something unexpected happens, the armies of Li Xian and Lu Huiqing, plus the call of brothers Wang Anshi and Wang Anli, are enough to reverse everything.

not only that.

A few days later, Zhao Xu's father publicly announced something in Yanhe Hall in front of the governors.

"The Prince of Yan'an County will leave the cabinet next spring, and he should take Sima Guang and Lu Gongzhu as his mentors!"

This is double insurance.

With this decision, the old party entrenched in Luoyang was also united.

"The beloved son of his parents must have a long-term plan for it!" Zhao Xu couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he thought of this.

The hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a few ink marks spread on the paper, and the entire word turned into an ink ball.

Zhao Xu stretched out his hand, and Feng Jing, who was serving next to him, had already handed a piece of Yuan Shu paper cut to the size of one character in time and handed it into Zhao Xu's hand.

There were no pencils or erasers in the Song Dynasty.

What should I do if I make a typo?

The answer is very simple, use a piece of paper, stick it on the wrong place, and just write it again.

Zhao Xu pasted the paper on the typo.

In his memory, almost all the impressions about his father's health remained on that night in Jiying Hall.

The remaining ones that I can still remember are the father lying on the hospital bed with a thin face and a pale complexion.

In his mind, those things that he only learned about after he took office began to swirl.

"I have a headache after falling down!"

"I'm so lonely!"

This is the confession of the internal minister Yan Shouqin. According to Yan Shouqin, these are the words his father said to him when he came out of Yanchun Pavilion in December of the seventh year of Yuanfeng.

The cold words turned into painful and lonely moans in Zhao Xu's heart.

As a king, you are the supreme king in the world.

But in the twelfth lunar month of winter, a man came to the Yanchun Pavilion in the lonely and cold palace.

He had a headache, dropped his feet, and felt chills all over his body.

He already knew that he didn't have much time.

But looking around, there was no one in the entire Ouchi Imperial City who could comfort him or give him warmth.

In the huge palace city, he could only face the whole world alone.

Just like after Xining, he could only carry the banner of reform and preside over the reform situation alone.

So, in loneliness and despair, he came to Yanchun Pavilion.

There is the warmth and support he once had.

The relics and portraits of the only relative who understood him, encouraged him, and supported him are enshrined in Yanchun Pavilion.

The Merciful Holy Light is presented to Queen Cao!

And based on the confessions of other ministers.

More than once, in the December of the seventh year of Yuanfeng and the first month of the eighth year of Yuanfeng, they met the official family and sobbed in Yanchun Pavilion.

Thinking of his father sobbing in the Yanchun Pavilion, thinking of his father, even if he fell down and had a headache, he still persisted, arranging and laying out for him, Zhao Xu's hand holding the pen began to exert force, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

The handwriting started to deform.

But Zhao Xu kept copying, took it seriously, and copied it in a disciplined manner.

In my mind, more memories rushed out like a flood.

Father lying on the hospital bed.

Within the curtain, the father kept nodding his head.
To be continued...