The Struggle of the Reborn Prince

Chapter 44 Prince

The Chinese New Year is all about eating, drinking and having fun. This year, a lot of money has been spent in the government. Even the small merchants and hawkers in Zhoucheng know that several villagers there have advanced their wages, and the drivers and loaders have made a small fortune here. The Zhao family

He was not stingy with money and hired a theater troupe and a juggling troupe, one in the house and one outside the house. The two stages performed at the same time, making the New Year's Eve a bustling event.

Today is already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. After a few days of big meals, even 'Xiao Hei' and 'Xiao Bai' wanted to have something vegetarian. Zhao Tong hid in the backyard today and did not go out. He is not a lively person.

There are also a few people in charge of things, but as the head of the family, he has to deal with some things.

Today, Zhao Tao closed the door to thank the guests and stayed alone in the small study. He took out his set of tools and carefully inserted a kraft paper tube into a flash cap. These flash caps were all improvised works by Zhang Liujin that day.

, he connected the two firmly. Then he took out a piece of order paper, carefully cut it and put it into a copper cap made of thin copper skin, and placed it on the flash cap.

"Shhh" Zhao Tong let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes, carefully poured out some of the gunpowder he prepared from the box, weighed it on a small pharmacy scale, and then

Pour it into the paper tube, pick out a piece of the snacks on the table and stuff it into the paper tube, then punch it twice with a pipe and seal the mouth. Now you have finished making a 'blank bomb'.

"Damn, let's see if we can succeed this time?" Zhao Tong fixed the bullet, and then hit the primer with a small hammer. There was a crisp sound of 'bang', and the paper tube was blown to pieces. "Bah, yes

There is too much gunpowder, or the seal is too tight!" After checking it, he spat out the powder residue that splashed into his mouth and muttered.

"Second Master, what's the matter?" Osmanthus osmanthus opened the door and asked.

"It's okay, a firecracker fell into the brazier, go ahead!" Zhao Tong said with a smile.

"Second Master, don't play with this in the house, it will be bad if the water gets out!" Osmanthus looked at the scraps of paper on the ground and said with a frown.

"Okay, I understand, I won't do it anymore!" Zhao Tong said obediently. Guihua rolled her eyes at him, with an expression on her face that said it would be weird if she believed you. When Guihua went out, Zhao Tong started to repeat the previous work again.

For a long time, the sound in the study did not stop, but it was soon submerged in the bursts of firecrackers outside, and did not attract the attention of outsiders.

"Shunzi, is there no news back today?" Huang Jingchen may be old and does not like liveliness. The cat is drinking tea and reading in the house, avoiding the noise outside.

"Your Majesty, no!" came a reply from the corner. If he hadn't answered, no one would have noticed that there was someone standing there.

"Yes!" Huang Jingchen nodded, put down the book on the table and stood up. He felt a little irritated, and he couldn't explain why.

Early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the prince came to pay him New Year greetings and actually treated him as a nephew. This surprised Huang Jingchen and moved him. As a man who had purified himself, he knew that he was destined to have no heirs in his life, so he had

He thought about adopting a nephew from his family like other high-status companions, but he found that these people were either after his money or his power. This made Huang Jingchen's heart become cold again, and he gave up this idea, and the prince

Why is this so? Neither money nor power can be compared to a down-and-out person like him. The only reasonable explanation is that the prince regards himself as a caring person and an elder!

"What's wrong with the high official? Could it be that he still doesn't want to give up his position in the palace and wants to return to the palace?" Shunzi looked at him in the corner. As soon as he entered the first month of the year, Huang Jingchen felt a little uneasy. He had to ask the capital every day.

news.

In fact, Shunzi misunderstood him. Huang Jingchen was thinking about the story the prince told him that day, which was that he was going to become a prince in the first month of this year. Maybe Zhao Tong had forgotten about it, but the old man hadn't forgotten it yet, and he was always worried in his heart.

, because according to the ancestral system of the Song Dynasty, the prince must be crowned king, but it is not directly crowned king in one step. This rule has been revised several times. The most recent time was during the Renzong period, when Da Zongzhengsi revised the practice of conferring names and officials on the clan, and changed

In the past, naming and conferring officials at the age of seven was changed to the first three-year ceremony after the birth of the eldest son. The youngest son was set to be five years old, but the official rank conferred was generally Duke or Marquis. Later, he was slowly promoted until he was crowned at the age of fifteen.

Granting the title of king. And the king is divided into the county prince and the prince. Now that Zhao Tong has gone beyond the old system and granted the title of county prince, will the emperor break the old system again?

"Cuckoo" Suddenly, several pigeons screamed outside the window. Shunzi jumped up suddenly, opened a small window, reached out and grabbed a snow-white pigeon, looked up and down, and untied a thin string from his leg.

Bamboo tube, with a slight smile on his lips, he stroked the white feathers of the pigeon, took out the beans from his pocket and scattered the beans outside the window. As soon as he let go, the pigeons flew out, pecking happily.

"Sir, the news from Beijing has arrived!" Shunzi took out a roll of paper from the bamboo tube and handed it to Huang Jingchen with both hands.

"Oh, read it!" Huang Jingchen sat down on the chair, picked up the tea cup and said, Shunzi's eyes noticed that his hands were shaking slightly.

"Yes!" Shunzi unfolded the note and held it under the lamp, "The Holy One issued an edict to pardon the Yuanyou Party members. It is stipulated that ministers of Yuanyou who join the Party, except those who harbor evil intentions and complain, slander and slander the imperial court, can be treated according to the severity of the circumstances.

They were granted citizenship in batches; Fuzhou, Anhua, Yuzhou and other places allied themselves to our dynasty, with a population of nearly 300,000 and an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles. Cai Jing led hundreds of officials to express their congratulations, and the emperor promoted Zhangzhuang and Guizhou to the magistrate of Guizhou.

The Southern Economic Strategy appeases the envoys, and the land taken over by Zhao Tai and others from Yuzhou is called Lianzhou, and the land of Fuyi is called Zhenzhou."

"Is that all?" Huang Jingchen asked, frowning.

"Oh, there is one more note, sir!" Shunzi said, turning over the note.

"Read it quickly!"

"The Holy Emperor issued an edict at the court meeting on New Year's Day. The emperor's eldest son, Xuan, changed his name to Heng and was granted the title of King Ding; the emperor's second son, Tao, was granted the title of King Yan; the emperor's third son, Kaijin, was granted the title of King Yun; the emperor's fourth son, Jiujin, was granted the title of King Jing; and the emperor's fifth son, Shu, was granted the title of King Yan.

Feng Su Wang; Liu Ziqi, Qi Zixu, Eight Zichu, and Nine Zigou are all granted the title of Duke and high official. What's wrong with you?" Shunzi was thinking about it and suddenly found Huang Jingchen sitting on the chair with a flushed face and the tea in his hand spilled all over.

Unexpectedly, there was no feeling in his front. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Huang Jingchen and asked.

"It's true, it's true, what he said is actually true," Huang Jingchen seemed to be unaware and murmured to himself.

"Sir, what are you talking about?" Shunzi was frightened, shook Huang Jingchen and asked loudly.

"Haha" Huang Jingchen suddenly slammed the teacup on the table, laughed like crazy, patted Shunzi's hand and said, "Shunzi, we have met Master Ming!"

"Is the high official crazy? You can't be so happy because the prince was promoted from a county king to a prince!" Shunzi has never seen Huang Jingchen, who has always been indifferent to joy, anger, sorrow and joy, so rude, "Come on, hurry up

Go call Dr. Wang," he shouted to the small yellow door guarding the door.

"What are you asking him to do?" Huang Jingchen slammed the table and shouted, "Go and ask the stewards to go to the front hall to discuss the matter. We got the letter today and the imperial envoy announcing the decree will arrive tomorrow. We have to prepare. I will inform the prince!"

"Yes, sir!" Shunzi agreed while wiping his sweat. As long as the old man wasn't crazy, he disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." When Zhao Tong was concentrating on making the fifth bullet, the door was suddenly knocked open. He looked up and saw Old Man Huang rushing in wearing casual clothes, grinning and shouting. His hands trembled. This time the bullet was really

It fell into the brazier, making a loud bang and causing sparks to fly.

"Uncle Huang, are you a ghost?" Zhao Tong complained as he hurriedly poured tea and put out the fire.

"Crime, sin, I shocked the prince, I was so happy that I lost my composure for a moment!" Huang Jingchen stamped out the scattered sparks with his feet and said with a smile.

"What a good thing, it makes Uncle Huang so happy!" Zhao Tong shook his clothes, and there were a few more holes in the fine satin robe.

"Your Majesty, there is news from Beijing that the Emperor has decreed that you will be granted the title of Prince Yan!" the old man said while saluting.

"Uncle Huang, haven't I told you a long time ago? It seems that you still have doubts about me!" Zhao Tong said with a bitter face. The old man's face was flushed. Don't get a cerebral hemorrhage because of this.

, myocardial infarction, and there is no quick-acting Jiuxin Pill at the moment, so it would be unjust to die.

"I believe it. This is my letter. It will be extraordinary for the prince to get the guidance of the immortal master. One day he will be able to ascend to the great treasure. I was blind before, but I still hope that the prince will be honest!" Huang Jingchen said solemnly with a look of shame on his face.

"Uncle Huang, I was abandoned by my father and was forced to leave the palace and leave the capital. I am left alone and helpless. Thanks to you for never leaving me and accompanying me to this remote and remote place. I have long regarded you as my relative!" Zhao Tong hurriedly stepped forward!

He helped Huang Jingchen take the first two steps and said.

"My lord, I am ashamed to call you uncle!" Huang Jingchen said with tears streaming down his face.

"Uncle Huang, the immortal master warned us that the Song Dynasty will definitely face a catastrophe within twenty years. As a prince, how can I sit back and watch foreigners occupy our great rivers and mountains and slaughter our people of the Song Dynasty? Let us fight for the upcoming catastrophe."

struggle!"

"Your Majesty, this old slave will definitely follow your Majesty on horseback and with spears, sweep away the barbarians and protect the peace of our Song Dynasty, no matter how bad your heart is!" Huang Jingchen held Zhao Tong's hand and said firmly. No one knew that there was an old man and a young man today.

This handshake of two hands was actually the beginning of changing history.

"Okay, let us work together for the prosperity of the Song Dynasty and the stability of the people, and face this catastrophe together!" Zhao Tong knew that Huang Jingchen had surrendered at this time, and he had received a lot of help.

"My lord, if you want to make a big move, you should collect food, train troops, and gather wealth. Now you are throwing away money. Isn't it the opposite?" The two sat down again, and Huang Jingchen asked as Zhao Tong poured him hot tea.

"Uncle Huang is right, this matter is too big, but we can't stop the barbarians' millions of cavalry no matter what!" Zhao Tong said with a smile, "We are too weak now. If we collect grain

If we are training soldiers, I am afraid that my father will chop off our heads first, and even the empress will not be able to save us by then, so we can only try to do it slowly."