The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 1 The late Northern Song Dynasty
February 26th of the third year of Yuanfu.

Bianjing, Panlou.

Today is the first day after the national mourning. Even if there are restaurants in Bianjing City that are open, they are keeping their doors closed and no lanterns are hung.

In the restaurant, the bartender tested the breath of the man who was knocked to the ground.

out of breath...

First he was startled, and then he shouted:
"Report to the official..."

died?

In an instant, half of the drinkers in Panlou ran away.

Hearing this shout, Zhao Ji suddenly woke up, dropped the candlestick in his hand to the ground, his legs went weak, and he sat on the ground.

An inexplicable fear rose from the bottom of my heart, and my whole body suddenly lost all strength.

Today, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji murmured to himself: "I, what's wrong with me?" The etiquette, justice and shame taught by the teacher arranged by the Queen Mother suddenly came to his mind. "I, I... killed someone, why did I hit him, I, I..." Huge fear surged into Zhao Ji's heart, and his whole body trembled with fear.

Looking at the man lying on the ground again, Zhao Ji's face flashed in his mind as he scolded him angrily to the Queen Mother.

"On the day of national mourning, I sneaked out...and killed someone. What will the eldest lady do when she finds out? What should I do??"

Zhao Ji was already panicked and at a loss.

"Go back to the palace, hurry back to the palace." What Zhao Ji thought of at this time was to hurry back to the palace.

At this time, Zhao Ji was sweating continuously, and the sweat soaked the clothes on Zhao Ji's back. He wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were so weak that he could not stand up at all.

Zhao Ji thought of his uncle Wang Shen, the man who took him around Goulan and brothels when he was a boy, a man who could help him solve all his troubles.

I want to run, my legs feel weak.

At the moment, Zhao Ji cannot solve the problem in front of him.

Zhao Ji held his head in his hands, feeling more and more panicked. He couldn't imagine how angry the eldest lady (the Queen Mother) would be if she knew what was happening at this time, and how severely she would punish him.

It's over, it's over.

The throne is gone!

The throne cannot be saved.

Zhao Ji still remembered Empress Dowager Xiang's expression when she chose him to succeed the throne, her cold eyes and stern tone.

"Prince Duan, you must remember firmly that when you sit on the throne, you must work hard for the Song Dynasty and the country..."

"As a human being, you must correct yourself and set an example for the world..."

Also, there is...

Zhang Xianggong, he wanted King Jian to inherit the throne, and he said that he was so unbearable.

and also……

Just when Zhao Ji was already thinking wildly.

"The official..." A hoarse voice came from behind Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji turned his head sharply and saw his servant, Liang Shicheng, who had been waiting by his side when he was in Prince Duan's Mansion, lying prostrate on the ground, kowtowing vigorously.

Zhao Ji was like a drowning man who saw the wooden board and was overjoyed: "Liang Shicheng, you slave is here, you, look at this man, I didn't mean it, I didn't want to kill him, I just hit him lightly. "

"The officials..." Liang Shicheng was still kowtowing, his trembling voice filled with sorrow.

"Help, help me up." Zhao Ji ordered, and Liang Shicheng hurried over to help.

Zhao Ji sat on the ground, his legs weak, and started shouting at the top of his lungs: "Go and find out whose husband this is, go quickly."

Zhao Ji watched Liang Shicheng kneel down in front of him again: "Yes, he is the slave's... son." After saying that, Liang Shicheng started kowtowing again, and there was blood on his forehead.What?
Zhao Ji grabbed Liang Shicheng and said, "What did you say? Say it again."

The blood on Liang Shicheng's forehead had already flowed to his tears. At this time, he couldn't tell whether the blood flowing down his eyes was blood or tears. Zhao Ji heard clearly every word Liang Shicheng said: "Yes, he is the son of a slave."

The tension in Zhao Ji's heart dissipated, and his suspense dropped: "It's your son, ha... turns out to be a dog slave." After saying that, Zhao Ji was no longer afraid. The sky had not fallen yet, and his throne was safe. .

Zhao Ji's tone became more relaxed: "Why don't you help me up?"

Liang Shicheng knelt to help him, and the two young eunuchs who followed him quickly stepped forward to help him.

After Zhao Ji stood up, he glanced at the man lying on the ground. Liang Shicheng's son cursed bitterly: "How dare a dog slave rob me." After saying that, Zhao Ji raised his leg and kicked him again, hitting his head hard. 's kick.

At this moment, the people on the ground suddenly sat up.

Zhao Ji was so frightened that he backed away and almost sat on the ground again.

Liang Shicheng flew towards his son: "Son..." Liang Shicheng, who suppressed his voice, did not shout out after all.

Liang Shicheng turned around and threw himself at Zhao Ji's feet, kowtowing heavily: "I thank the official for giving me this life. It is the official's dragon's feet that made the slave's son live again. The official is the real dragon emperor, and God's grace is so great. It is the slave who can serve the official." For the blessings I have cultivated over several lifetimes, I thank the officials for giving me my life, and I thank the officials for their blessings..."

The real dragon.

Zhao Ji silently muttered in his heart: I am the real one, so the dog slave is alive again.Yes, because I am the emperor.

Seeing Zhao Ji's expression change, Liang Shicheng hinted to the young eunuchs who were following him to carry his son home, and stood up to support Zhao Ji: "Official family, slaves will serve the official family back to the palace."

"Yes." Zhao Ji stepped out.

After getting on the carriage, Zhao Ji's tone became much more relaxed. He looked at the nervous Liang Shicheng and said, "Your son is very bad. I just hit him lightly and he fell down."

Liang Shicheng tried his best to put on a smile: "What the official family said is that the official family is the real dragon emperor. We, father and son, have such a short life as slaves. Naturally, we cannot withstand the power of the real dragon emperor."

Zhao Ji leaned lazily on the carriage and smiled happily after listening to Liang Shicheng's words.

The fear, uneasiness, tension, and panic just now disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, several young eunuchs dragged and lifted Liang Shicheng's son Liang Xin into a carriage and sent him to Liang Shicheng's home outside the palace.

As a eunuch, he has a home outside the palace and is served by young eunuchs.

Although Liang Shicheng's home is not luxurious, it is still a courtyard with two entrances.

Liang Xin woke up and when she opened her eyes, she saw darkness and couldn't see anything.

Headache, body aches.

Liang Xin raised her hand and patted her side, hitting the wood with her hand. Liang Xin gritted her teeth in pain.

It seemed that he heard something moving on the bed. A young eunuch who had been sitting on the footrest next to the bed blew a candle, lit a lamp and came to the bedside: "Young Master is awake now."

Shaojun.

By the light of the candle, Liang Xin looked at the child in front of her.

The little eunuch is only 13 years old, he is indeed still a child.

Is it a dream?

Liang Xin lay down and was about to go to sleep again. Her head hit the pillow with extraordinary pain. When she reached out and touched it, she only felt a circle of cloth.

At this time, Liang Xin vaguely remembered some fragments, as if she had woken up before, in a brightly lit and splendid building, but she couldn't remember clearly whether it was in a dream or reality.

"Young Master, it's time to drink medicine..."

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