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

The Guanjia Palace is a palace in the back garden. As the back garden of the Northern Song Dynasty imperial palace, the back garden is spacious, but there are not many palaces, only the Guanjia Palace, the Qincan Palace and several small courtyards.

Zhao Jun was found in the back garden yesterday and reported to Song Renzong, who arranged for him to live in a small courtyard next to the Guanjia Palace.

At this moment, the highest-ranking monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty did not want to return to the Chuigong Palace to discuss matters, but went to the Guanjia Palace on the spot.

This is a three-story palace with several acres of farmland in front of the palace. In order to show his diligence, love for the people and his attention to farming, the Northern Song emperor would sow in spring and harvest in autumn in front of the palace every year.

It was early summer evening, and it was pouring rain outside. The rice fields in front of the palace were lush and green, the rice seedlings were swaying in the breeze, and there were frog sounds in the fields.

Zhao Zhen stood on the second floor, overlooking the rice fields below. The Guanjia Hall was lit with candles. The palace was surrounded by the imperial guards. The emperor of the Song Dynasty was in a bad mood.

Yan Shu didn't know why Zhao Zhen was angry now, because Zhao Jun had said several offensive things before, such as the Song Dynasty was going to fall, saying Zhao Zhen's temple name, calling Zhao Zhen by name, and saying that Zhao Zhen was a mediocre ruler and had no sons.

So he stepped forward to give a shot of prevention, and said with a cupped hand: "Your Majesty, since Zhao Jun is from the future, it is obvious that he has no respect for us like we look at the ancients thousands of years ago. If he is offensive, please forgive me. It's not that I favor Zhao Jun, but we do this to learn about the future from him. Please be patient."

"I know all this, but I can't give birth to a son!"

The emperor clenched his fists, his face almost livid. The three problems of redundant soldiers, redundant officials, and redundant expenses are nothing. This is an old problem, and it is indeed difficult to solve it in a short period of time.

Li Yuanhao's self-proclaimed emperor is nothing, because in the past few years, his desire to be emperor has been obvious. When Yang Gao, the doctor of the Ministry of Works, and Zhu Yunzhong, the deputy envoy of etiquette, went to Xixia, Li Yuanhao had already had the intention to rebel, and these were all things known to the ministers.

Only Zhao Jun's words, apart from being unlucky and unable to give birth to a son, pierced Zhao Zhen's heart like a needle, making him start to worry about whether he could have descendants to succeed the throne.

"You are in your prime, how can you not give birth to a son? Besides, the news has not been fully verified, and there may be some loopholes in it. We should be more cautious."

When Lu Yijian heard that Zhao Zhen was worried about the issue of future generations, he stepped forward to persuade him.

Zhao Zhen turned his head, looked at him with red eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "Didn't you hear him? I have no descendants!"

Lü Yijian shook his head: "Your Majesty, whether he really came from the future is still unknown. Even if he came from the future, maybe your Majesty has no descendants for some reason. If we can get what happened to your Majesty from him, maybe we can find a solution."

Can we find a solution?

Zhao Zhen was immediately refreshed, but then he became like a deflated ball, and said listlessly: "But he said that the Song Dynasty had not recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun to unify the world, and my Song Dynasty is going to perish."

"Your Majesty."

Lü Yijian stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Everything depends on human efforts. Zhao Jun may be the person sent by God to help us solve the problems. Besides, his surname is Zhao. He said that he is a descendant of the Zhao family. Maybe it is the spirit of Taizu and Taizong in heaven who ordered his descendants to help the Song Dynasty?"

"This"

Zhao Zhen thought about it and felt that what Lü Yijian said seemed to make some sense, but then he said dejectedly: "I, can I really solve these problems? I just feel like there is a mountain pressing on me now."

After all, he is only a 27-year-old young man now. Even if he ascended the throne at the age of 13, he has only been in power for less than four years. As a result, a person from the future suddenly appeared and told him a series of problems he would face in the future, which made him feel frustrated.

Only Lü Yijian continued to persuade him tirelessly: "No matter what, the Song Dynasty will not perish in the hands of the emperor. Now that the emperor knows that the Song Dynasty will perish in the future, he should be excited and make the country last forever for his descendants, right?"

There is a TV series called "Qing Ping Le" in later generations. The plot in it says that Yan Shu is the most trusted minister of Song Renzong. At many important crossroads in life, Yan Shu stood firmly behind him, taught him lessons, and answered his questions. They were monarchs and ministers who knew each other, and even more so, teachers and apprentices with deep friendship.

But in real history, the person who made Song Renzong so trusting and treated him beyond the ordinary courtesy of monarchs and ministers was Lü Yijian, the "traitor" in the mouths of Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu and others.

It was because Lü Yijian not only stood firmly on Renzong's side in the matter of the struggle between Empress Dowager Liu E and Renzong for power, but also repeatedly stood up and risked his life to argue with the Empress Dowager to stabilize Renzong's throne.

For example, Liu E once wanted to establish King Jing as the emperor's uncle, which posed a threat to Song Renzong's throne. Lü Yijian strongly opposed it, forcing Liu E to give up. But then Liu E took the son of King Jing to the palace to raise him. The whole court knew what this meant.

But given Liu E's power, no one dared to speak out.

At this time, Lü Yijian argued again and proposed to release the son of King Jing from the palace. At first, Liu E did not agree, but Lü Yijian wrote again and again, persisting, and finally forced Liu E to send the son of King Jing out of the palace, consolidating Renzong's throne.

And Lü Yijian also paid close attention to Renzong's studies, taught him earnestly, and cultivated him painstakingly. It can be said that in terms of his relationship with Renzong, he was not only a loyal minister who protected Renzong's interests, but also his mentor in studies, and a true teacher and apprentice with deep friendship.

Now Zhao Zhen has received a lot of information from Zhao Jun. His character is kind and sentimental, and he was a little pessimistic for a while, which made him feel uneasy.

Only Lü Yijian came forward to encourage Zhao Zhen and make him strong.

Lü Yijian's words quickly took effect, and Zhao Zhen slowly cheered up. After a long time, he said: "What Lu Xugong said is very reasonable. For the sake of the eternal stability of the country for future generations, I should also cheer up. Gentlemen, what do you think of what Zhao Jun said?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Now Lü Yijian has power in the court and the country. Song Shou, one of the three ministers and three counselors, is his man, and Wang Sui Shengdu basically agrees with the Lü party. Although Wang Zeng and Cai Qi did not get along with him, they also avoided his edge. Even Yan Shu was his man. If Lu Yijian did not speak, the others would naturally not speak.

"Your Majesty."

Lü Yijian cupped his hands and said, "The matter of having no son can be further tested tomorrow. As for the three redundant problems mentioned by Zhao Jun, it is indeed a long-standing problem. It is difficult to solve it in a short period of time. The most urgent task is still the rebellion of the Dangxiang people."

"Yes."

Yan Shu also said immediately, "Zhao Yuanhao rebelled and established a country. This is a big blow to the majesty of the Song Dynasty."

"But Zhao Yuanhao has a strong army, and Zhao Jun also said that we were defeated in the battle with him, which instead established Zhao Yuanhao's prestige in the war of founding the country. If we rashly send troops..."

Zhao Zhen could not help but hesitate.

He called Li Yuanhao Zhao Yuanhao because Li Yuanhao had not yet restored his surname Li at that time. His grandfather Li Jiqian was given the surname Zhao by Zhao Kuangyin, and was called Zhao Baoji, so the official name of the Song Dynasty was Zhao Yuanhao.

"Since there must be reasons for failure, if we can find the reasons for failure, we may be able to turn defeat into victory."

Yan Shu was very smart and immediately grasped the key to the problem.

"What does Lord Yan mean?"

Zhao Zhen pointed to the next door and said, "Can he explain this kind of thing clearly?"

"Whether he can explain it clearly or not, we will know it once we ask."

"Hmm"

Zhao Zhen pondered for a while and said, "There is also the issue of my offspring."

"It's late today, let's ask tomorrow."

Lü Yijian said.

Zhao Zhen had to smile bitterly and shook his head with a little fatigue and hesitation about the unknown: "Then let's go back to Funing Palace."

He waved his hand, announced the adjournment, and went back to the palace.

Several ministers dispersed, and Lü Yijian told them to keep the matter secret. If there was a rumor outside, they would be severely punished, which made several prime ministers solemn.

After Zhao Zhen returned to Funing Palace, he summoned several favored concubines, such as Yu Yu Shi, Miao Yu Shi, and Zhang Meiren, to hug and cuddle together.

Old Zhao is really a piece of shit.

The youngest concubine, Miao Yu Shi, was only thirteen years old, and the oldest was only twenty-one years old, so he had the nerve to do something.

But if it were usual, Zhao Zhen would have pounced on them long ago, but today he always felt uncomfortable holding the girls in his arms. He wanted to do something but couldn't, and he didn't have much interest. His mind was full of what Zhao Jun said.

After thinking about it, he couldn't fall asleep, so he dismissed the three concubines and asked them to go back to their own palaces. He simply put on his pajamas and wanted to go to the back garden again, but suddenly remembered that Lu Yijian repeatedly told him not to let Zhao Jun know what he was doing in the Song Dynasty, fearing that he would not tell the truth in the future.

So in the end, Zhao Zhen still resisted the urge to find Zhao Jun to ask what was going on, and went back to the bedroom to lie down. There were too many things in his mind, and he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned for two or three hours until the middle of the night, and then he fell asleep in a daze. After falling asleep, he still talked in his sleep, which made the eunuch Wang Shouzhong who was guarding outside the door very worried.

"I have no son, I have no son."

Amidst the almost inaudible murmurs, Zhao Zhen fell into a deep sleep.

And Zhao Jun over there was also tossing and turning.

It was raining heavily outside the door.

He didn't know that there were imperial guards guarding him at the door, but he felt deeply uneasy.

He was alone in a foreign land, without any friends or acquaintances around him.

The most important thing was that he was blind.

Although the village chief comforted him and said that he would get better in the future, who could tell about blindness?

So Zhao Jun was also terrified now. He was afraid that he would be blind forever, and he was afraid of his inner loneliness. Who could he tell?

But now he was powerless. He could only hide this fear in his heart and silently endure it with the quilt.

It was this quilt. It seemed to be a silk quilt. Is our Nini Village so rich?

In a daze, Zhao Jun also fell asleep.

Until the next morning, the door creaked open, and he jumped out of bed and shouted excitedly: "Village Chief!"

In such an unfamiliar place, it would be nice to have someone to talk to him.

Yan Shu walked in, holding a plate with a few steamed buns and a bowl of porridge; it was not that the imperial kitchen did not have good food, but last year when Bianliang was flooded, Zhao Zhen felt pity for the people, so he cut back on his clothes and ate these things himself.

"Teacher Zhao, it's time for breakfast."

Yan Shu said.

"No hurry!"

Zhao Jun waved his hand, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said to the door: "I know why you wanted to hear about the history of the Song Dynasty yesterday. You must dislike the Song Dynasty as much as I do, right? So I prepared a joke about the Song Dynasty. It's like this, listen carefully."

"One morning in 976 AD, Zhao Kuangyin took out a piece of paper from his dragon robe and read it in the court: "The late emperor unfortunately passed away last night." He touched his clothes and said: "I'm sorry, I wore my brother Zhao Guangyi's clothes this morning." How about it? Is this joke funny?"

Yan Shu and Zhao Zhen, Lu Yijian and other monarchs and ministers who had just stepped into the door and were about to listen to Zhao Jun's talk about the history of the Song Dynasty today, paused and froze.