Biography of the traitorous officials who dominated the Song Dynasty

Chapter 68 Ninth Prince Zhao Gou

Bianliang City, the Imperial Palace.

The drizzle covers the earth like a veil, and the sun shines in the sky.

The dark red palaces are full of mystery and tranquility.

Zhao Gou, the ninth son of Song Huizong, was walking out of the palace in a panic.

When I came to the door, I kept looking into the distance.

The palace where the Ninth Prince Zhao Gou lives is located in the deepest part of the palace. It is small and remote, and really inconspicuous at all.

The drizzle kept beating on the glazed tiles on the roof, making a pleasant sound.

The rainwater slowly flows along the roof and into the Huaqing Pool. At this time, the water in the Huaqing Pool is flowing, duckweeds are everywhere, and the surface of the pool is green and clean.

As the rain became heavier, the Ninth Prince Zhao Gou became increasingly nervous.

He clenched his fists tightly and stared intently at the most gorgeous and extravagant pavilion at the end of his sight.

He was nervous, he was looking forward to it, and he was motionless.

In this way, the time of two sticks of incense passed, and his fists were filled with sweat.

In the palace behind them, there were three eunuchs and two maids working nervously with their heads down. They were so busy that their feet hit the back of their heads, they were panting, and they wished they could divide their hands into four.

But he turned a blind eye, all his attention was focused on the pavilion at the end of his sight.

At this moment, a woman called from the palace: "Gou'er, don't wait any longer. Your father will probably not come today. Come in quickly and wash your hands and eat."

Zhao Gou frowned and turned around slowly.

I saw my mother, Concubine Wei Xian, sitting alone in the hall with a depressed look on her face.

For a time, young Zhao Gou felt a surge in his heart.

Looking at the ordinary face of his mother, Concubine Wei Xian, it seemed that she suddenly figured it out.

For a long time, why did his mother and son have such a low status in this deep palace?

Why hasn't he seen his father every day for a long time?

There are 360 ​​and five days in a year, even on New Year's Eve, I can't see half of my father.

Even though today is the birthday of his mother, Concubine Wei Xian, it is still the same as before, without exception.

Finally, I understand.

At this moment, Zhao Gou just nodded slightly at the frustrated mother, without saying anything.

The long time is like the snow in the corner of the backyard, which is gradually melted away by the drizzle.

Over the years, Zhao Gou has always wanted to be favored by his father like other royal brothers.

After countless midnight dreams, he also saw himself and his mother in this deep palace, and finally turned over.

He is no longer the person he used to be, a person whose life is as thin as paper and whose life is thinner than paper.

This calligraphy and painting emperor, the romantic emperor Song Huizong, had many concubines.

Among them, there are countless ones who are more beautiful than others.

Zhao Gou's mother, Concubine Wei Xian, was originally a palace maid, with a humble status and average appearance. She was not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Not only is it not as graceful as the big Concubine Liu and the young Concubine Liu, nor is it as graceful as Concubine Zheng and Concubine Qiao.

As a woman, there is nothing extraordinary about Concubine Wei Xian.

I still remember that it was the second year of Chongning, when two girls, Concubine Wei Xian and Concubine Qiao, entered the palace at the same time. They hit it off and felt like sisters.

The maids in the palace help each other and help each other.

The two are of course bound to Jinlan, and they also agreed: Don't forget each other when you are precious.

In this deep palace, he does repetitive tasks every day, experiences the ups and downs of human relationships, and the changes in the world.

Back then, Miss Wei and Miss Qiao didn't know what they would look like in the future.

Just remember clearly that no matter which one of you develops first, you must never forget to support the other.

Soon, Miss Qiao was favored by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, and she was favored for a long time.

Overnight, Miss Qiao was promoted to Noble Concubine Qiao, and was favored by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.Miss Wei was secretly happy for Miss Qiao. It was really a great joy in life to have her sister fly up a branch and cover the phoenix.

Miss Qiao has managed to survive in this deep palace.

One night, Song Huizong came to Concubine Qiao's palace to sleep as usual.

Concubine Qiao looked at Song Huizong and hurriedly recommended Miss Wei.

He tried every possible means to make Song Huizong favor Miss Wei.

Song Huizong paid special attention to Miss Wei, but unfortunately, he could not show the slightest interest in her.

In one or two days, he couldn't bear to make Concubine Qiao disappointed, so he bit the bullet and visited Miss Wei.

In the end, how did she expect that Miss Wei's stomach was so upbeat, and after this time, she became pregnant with dragon seeds.

And it's not a girl, she's pregnant with a boy.

This boy is Zhao Gou.

It is said that after Miss Wei gave birth to Zhao Gou, she rose to prominence in this deep palace.

However, things didn't go as she wished, and reality dealt her a heavy blow.

For more than ten years, almost every day, the sun sets and twilight approaches.

Miss Wei stood alone in the courtyard outside the palace with great expectation.

If others asked her what she was doing, she would definitely say that she was admiring flowers.

But in fact, her eyes were always staring at the other end of the palace wall, and not a single flower was in her sight.

Day after day, year after year.

Even though her beauty grew old and her face became wrinkled, the sad look on her face never faded away.

I have been melancholy and depressed all day long, and my expression is extremely sad.

From childhood to adulthood, this picture has always been deeply engraved in Zhao Gou's mind.

Until he is now full years old, and today is his mother's birthday.

Without any surprise, the mother still did not wait for the father to come.

Concubine Wei Xian was so unpopular that no one in the palace planned to celebrate her birthday today.

The place is as deserted and dull as ever.

The eunuch Zhang Chi in the palace shook his head and sighed, and said softly: "What kind of person has such a fate."

"Hmph! What kind of fate is this? You just have to accept it early!"

Xie Yuqing, the palace maid on the side, noticed that Zhang Chi's words were somewhat contemptuous.

He immediately reprimanded sternly: "You slave is so bold, what do you mean by this? Tell the truth!"

Zhang Chi frowned and was about to reiterate, when he suddenly heard a high-pitched voice coming from outside the palace: "Your Majesty is here!"

Everyone in the hall, including Concubine Wei Xian and Zhao Gou, were stunned.

Everyone thought they had heard wrongly and quickly looked outside.

In the drizzle, the Holy Master was seen slowly walking into the temple holding a paper umbrella.

Everyone in the hall was in chaos, and everyone was at a loss.

The stunned Concubine Wei Xian had even forgotten to pick up the driver and just stood there in a daze.

The Holy Father walked in quickly and joked to Concubine Wei Xian: "Mrs. Wei, what's wrong with you? Do you think you don't recognize me?"

Concubine Wei Xian was as if she had just woken up from a dream, and she hurriedly ordered palace attendants to pick her up and prepare for the dinner.

She and Zhao Gou, mother and son, were overjoyed, and the palace also became beaming with joy.

Zhao Gou slapped his thigh and shouted in his heart: My mother has finally survived, my mother stands in the courtyard every day to enjoy the flowers, and now she finally "rewards" the father!
Not long after, the preparations for the birthday banquet were completed and served on the table by the palace people.

Zhao Gou looked at the Holy Sage, full of joy, and was gearing up to show off in front of the Holy Sage.

But how could he have thought that the next words of His Majesty would immediately bring his heart, as hot as fire, to freezing point.

(End of this chapter)