In the Song Dynasty, there was no law or order.

Chapter 113 Can’t go back?

After leaving Kaifeng Mansion, Zhao Jun planned to return to the Imperial City Division first.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he stepped out of the gate of Kaifeng Mansion, he saw Wang Shouzhong waiting outside with a team of imperial guards.

Wang Shouzhong stood respectfully outside Kaifeng Mansion, not like the most powerful eunuch in the palace at all.

But this is normal, because Zhao Kuangyin learned the lesson of eunuchs' meddling in politics in the Han and Tang Dynasties. The number of eunuchs in the Northern Song Dynasty was very small, and it was basically difficult for them to gain power. It was not until the end of the Northern Song Dynasty that the great eunuch Tong Guan came to power.

In addition, Zhao Jun's status was special, so let alone let Wang Shouzhong wait respectfully outside, even if he was asked to die, he would probably have to die.

Since Wang Shouzhong had done nothing bad and was nice to Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun had no ill feelings towards him. Seeing him waiting outside, he walked up to him with some curiosity and said, "Old Wang, are you here to see Lao Fan?"

Wang Shouzhong smiled and said, "I'm here to see Xiao Lang."

"Seeing me?"

Zhao Jun wondered, "Does the emperor want to see me again?"

"Yes."

Wang Shouzhong still lowered his head and looked obedient.

"Okay then."

Zhao Jun thought about it. Although he would go to the palace to CPU Zhao Zhen from time to time, the maintenance of power depends on the distance from the power center.

Even if he was the head of the Imperial City Department, he was in a high position and had great power, but he was away from the emperor for a long time, and it was inevitable that other villains would take advantage of him.

Zhao Zhen was also a soft-hearted person. If he was fooled by someone and did something that harmed him, he would not be able to cry.

So CPU had to be constantly used, and he would be constantly stimulated with things like the Jingkang Shame and the demise of the Song Dynasty, so that he would have the motivation to support his reform cause.

Zhao Jun followed Wang Shouzhong all the way to the palace gate.

Kaifeng Prefecture is not far from the imperial palace, and next to it is Youye Gate. From Xijiaolou Street to the east, a few steps will lead to Junyi Bridge Street, and less than a hundred meters to the north is the palace gate, which can be said to be at the feet of the emperor.

When Kaifeng Prefecture was destroyed some time ago, it is estimated that someone had entered the palace to report to Zhao Zhen, but Zhao Zhen did not send the imperial guards to stop it. Obviously, the signal sent to the outside world was also unusual, which was one of the reasons why the high-ranking officials in the court were frightened and uneasy.

At this moment, Zhao Jun entered the palace from Youye Gate, passed through Changqing Gate, Chengtian Gate and Yanfu Palace, and went north to the back garden.

As soon as he entered the garden, he saw Yaya standing at the door and looking up.

"Teacher!"

The moment she saw Zhao Jun, Yaya jumped up happily, and several children behind her rushed over and surrounded him.

Zhao Jun felt a little complicated at this moment.

Since leaving the palace, he has not seen these children again, saying that they were taken back by their families.

They were all descendants of the three prime ministers, three assistants, and Yan Shu, seven boys and three girls, a total of ten. Zhao Jun taught them for more than a month and recognized the voices of each child.

After leaving the palace, Zhao Jun was confused for a while. He didn't know why he came to the Song Dynasty, so he didn't think about it when facing the deception of Lu Yijian and others. He was fooled and went to the imperial examination foolishly. He had no time to teach his children to read.

Later, after Fan Zhongyan gave him guidance, Zhao Jun was angry that those people set a trap for him, and it was even more impossible for him to continue teaching his children. He even almost forgot that he was a teacher who went to the mountain village to teach.

Now when I see them again, I have a different emotion.

"Teacher Zhao, will you still teach us to read?"

The speaker is Wang Qian, the grandson of Wang Zeng, who is only nine years old this year, looking at Zhao Jun pitifully.

The children of these literati families have strict family rules and daily schedules. How can they compare with Zhao Jun's lively lectures and new things like computers?

Hearing Wang Qian's words, Zhao Jun didn't know how to answer for a moment. Now he was fighting with their grandfathers, how could he care about them?

"Jun boy."

Yan Shu walked out from the side, looked at him and said, "It's been a while since we last met."

Zhao Jun patted Yaya and Wang Qian on the head, walked over and whispered, "What tricks are you playing?"

"What?"

Yan Shu was unhappy and said, "In your eyes, we only play tricks?"

"What else?"

Zhao Jun sneered, "Don't think I don't know what you think."

"Alas."

Speaking of this, Yan Shu sighed.

He didn't want to go against Zhao Jun, after all, Zhao Jun had the great favor of Madam Meng.

But he was also a member of the literati, and for the sake of future generations, he would inevitably have some ideas.

In history, he was Fan Zhongyan's teacher, and he was also Fu Bi's father-in-law. As a result, he did not support Fan Zhongyan and Fu Bi in the Qingli New Deal, which shows how embarrassing his position was.

Many things for him cannot be explained by the so-called human relations. Sometimes, when caught in the middle, it is inevitable that he will be swept up by the general trend and feel helpless.

Yan Shu shook his head bitterly and said, "It's still a long way to Guanjia Palace, let's walk together."

"Okay."

Zhao Jun responded.

The two walked side by side in front.

Wang Shouzhong followed them obediently with the children.

It was late autumn in September, and the weather was getting colder.

The flowers, plants and trees in the back garden gradually withered. There was a small hill on the right side of the road, with yellow and brown inlaid on the mountain forest, rendering brilliant colors.

Yan Shu sighed softly as he walked: "There are many helpless things in life in this world, and some things are beyond one's control. I think you should understand, Jun."

"Well, you say."

Zhao Jun did not comment, still a little upset about the fact that they set him up.

Yan Shu continued: "Although we do hope that you will not change some things, we do sincerely hope that you can make the Song Dynasty strong. You don't want the Song Dynasty to perish, right?"

"Don't try to blackmail me morally."

Zhao Jun waved his hand and said: "I don't like it here in the first place. Compared with the later generations, the later generations have mobile phones and computers, better medical care and better life. Why should I suffer and work for you in the Song Dynasty? Why should I be manipulated by you at will? It doesn't make sense, okay?"

Yan Shu smiled bitterly and said: "But as I said, it is a fact that you are here and it cannot be changed. It is better to make peace with it. We all understand what you mean, but the children are innocent. Didn't you come here to develop education?"

"Humph."

Zhao Jun snorted coldly.

Yan Shu said again: "But you burned all the textbooks, what will happen to the children?"

"Why? Are you playing the family card? Are you using the self-torture trick?"

Zhao Jun sneered: "Are you trying to use the children to delay my time? Let me spend all my time teaching them, and then teach a bunch of little scholars to continue to suck blood from the people? Do you think I will be fooled?"

Yan Shu said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you always think so badly of us? I haven't settled the score with you for copying my son's poems."

"Uh"

Zhao Jun's face froze, this was indeed not a decent thing for him to do.

But then he thought again and said, "So what? To be honest, if I don't tell you that it's your son's poem, and I just say a poem from the Southern Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty or even the Qing Dynasty, what can you do to me?"

"There are good poems in the Ming and Qing Dynasties?"

Yan Shu was surprised and said, "Didn't you say that among the Tang poems, Song poems, Yuan opera, Ming and Qing novels, only the poems of the Song Dynasty are the best in history?"

"Being the best in history doesn't mean that other dynasties don't have good poems."

Zhao Jun thought for a while and said, "There is a poem "Linjiangxian" in the Ming Dynasty. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all in vain. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine is happy to meet. So many things in ancient and modern times, all in jokes! How about this one? ”

“The green mountains are still there, how many sunsets have they turned red? How many things in ancient and modern times, all turned into jokes?”

Yan Shu was a person who loved poetry. When he heard this poem, his heart surged, and he scratched his ears and cheeks with excitement, and praised repeatedly: "Good poetry, good poetry."

Zhao Jun looked at him vigilantly and said: "Old Yan, you have to have some morals. I returned your son Yan Jidao's poetry to you, and you shamelessly spread everywhere that it was written by you. This poem is the work of Yang Shen, the first of the three great talents in the Ming Dynasty. You have to have some shame."

“This, this, this.”

Yan Shu was even more excited, his face flushed. He did have this idea, but he was afraid that his son Yan Jidao's poetry would be copied by Zhao Jun, so it was reasonable to put the blame on himself first.

If the Ming Dynasty poetry was taken away, it would indeed be a bit immoral.

As a poet, he still had to save some face, so after being exposed by Zhao Jun, he blushed and shook his sleeves and said, "Who do you think I am? How could I do such a thing?"

After saying this, he muttered a few words in his mouth, carefully savoring this poem that looked down on the world, and for a moment his heart surged again, but when he thought that it was not something he wrote, he became depressed and felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing Yan Shu's uncomfortable expression, Zhao Jun smiled and said nothing.

Just kidding.

The Ming and Qing Dynasties were indeed not the peak of poetry.

But there are still many good poems.

Let's not talk about Yang Shen, Nalan Xingde is the first poet of the Qing Dynasty.

That "Mulanhua", if life is only like the first meeting, why does the autumn wind sadly paint the fan. And "Huanxisha", gambling books and pouring tea fragrance, at that time I thought it was just normal.

These two poems are taken out, it is definitely impossible to suppress the poetry of the Song Dynasty.

After all, later Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao, Lu You, etc. have not appeared yet.

But it was still easy to occupy a seat as a poet in the Song Dynasty poetry circle where there were so many masters.

Not to mention Wang Guowei in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

"Dielianhua" is one of Zhao Jun's favorite poems.

The sentence "The most unretainable thing in the world, the red face leaves the mirror and the flowers leave the tree", if it was taken out, wouldn't it hurt the hearts of thousands of young ladies in the fifty-four brothels in Bianliang?

The two walked for a while, and soon Yan Shu's mood finally calmed down, and his flushed face gradually recovered.

He looked at the Guanjia Palace approaching in the distance, and suddenly remembered the business of today, so he took a deep breath and said to Zhao Jun: "Jun boy."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I still like you to call me Lari Uncle."

"We can't go back, right?"

Zhao Jun shrugged.

Yan Shu smiled and said, "We can go back. This time we decided to fully support you. You can do whatever you want."

"After all."

"We all hope that the Song Dynasty will be good."

"Isn't it?"

After he finished his words, he looked into the distance.

Zhao Jun also looked over.

Outside the Guanjia Palace in the distance, a table was set up at the place where he thought it was the entrance to the village.

Lü Yijian, Wang Zeng and others were sitting there.