The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 14 Zhao Ji?Zhao Yi?
Cao Yang asked, "What do you mean?"

Liang Xin smiled: "Well, Ms. Shishi has very professional ethics. Besides having a distinguished guest, she also doesn't forget to serve ordinary people. She is really a professional model."

After Cao Yang savored these words over and over again: "Why don't I feel like they are good words?"

"Good words, really good words."

After Liang Xin made a perfunctory remark, she immediately changed the topic: "You know, I'm not in the right mind, so what should I pay attention to when watching sumo wrestling? Brother, can you tell me?"

"Speaking of sumo wrestling..." Cao Yang is very good at this.

As for Liang Xin, she really had no interest in Li Shishi. Miss Shishi, who was very famous more than 1000 years later, looked more and more like a malnourished and sickly woman.

It seems that the aesthetics of Qinhuai Bayan many years later are more comprehensive.

For now, sumo wrestling is better.

Before traveling through time, I definitely wouldn’t have seen such a wonderful game, definitely not.

At the end of the first stage of the competition, the formal preparations begin. The oiran comes off in person and the one wearing standard Sang Park clothes is about to begin.

Master Li took the stage with his pipa in his arms.

After sitting down, Master Li spoke: "Concubine, please give me a word. Can Mr. Liang Xiaoguan give me a word?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes followed Li Shishi's line of sight.

"Who is this?"

Everyone was staring at Liang Xin's face.

Liang Xin smiled heartily and stood up.

But Liang Xin waved her hand gently: "I'm not good at poetry, so I'm leaving." After saying that, Liang Xin cupped her hands towards Cao Yang and prepared to leave.

Cao Yang also stood up: "Let's go together."

Just like that, with countless pairs of eyes staring at them, Liang Xin and Cao Yang gave up their first-class seats in the front row and left without watching the main show where the oiran appeared.

Outside the door, Cao Yang and Liang Xin were standing in front of the door, waiting for the carriage to arrive. Cao Yang said, "Brother, it's good to be cautious."

Liang Xin just smiled.

When Liang Xin thought about it, it didn't matter if Master Li just asked for a favor. If she wanted to harm herself, she would have to give her a glass of poisonous wine.

Neither of them knew that there were at least a few pairs of purposeful eyes staring at this scene.

Wu Juhou's people, palace guards, and Zhou Bangyan.

Cao Yang knew that today's officials are not only stingy, but also narrow-minded and cannot tolerate being as thick as a hair.

Zhou Bangyan, it won't take long for him to be demoted and released to the outside world, which will be considered a benevolent official.

Go home to sleep.

The next day, the palace, main hall.

When Empress Dowager Xiang came to court, the power had not yet been handed over to Zhao Ji. Therefore, Empress Dowager Xiang would definitely listen in person in the main hall.

At the beginning of the court meeting, before the ministers could start speaking, Zhao Ji came to the Queen Mother and saluted: "My lord, there were too many quarrels in the court yesterday. I thought there were a few urgent matters to be dealt with."

"Yes." The Queen Mother just nodded.

Zhao Ji raised his hand and saluted again.

By the way, he read the small note in his hand and began to say: "The mountain mausoleum is the most important thing at the moment. I think Zhang Xianggong is the leader, and the bachelor Wu is the deputy, in charge of the mountain mausoleum."

"Okay." Queen Mother Xiang thought this was very appropriate.

The mountain mausoleum is the emperor's mausoleum. It is also the mausoleum of brother Zhao Ji and the mausoleum of the previous emperor.

This matter is indeed important.

Looking at the Empress Dowager and agreeing, Zhao Ji took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "Your Majesty, I think it is not appropriate to postpone the examination any further. I will ask your Majesty to comment on a question."

A palace maid raised the curtain, and Zhao Ji stepped forward and handed the paper over.

After looking at it to the Queen Mother, she gently folded the paper and said, "Mr. Han."

Han Zhongyan had just been promoted from minister to minister, and when he heard the Queen Mother calling him, he quickly made an exception and stood in the palace.

He said to the Empress Dowager: "Look at this official issue and handle it if appropriate." "I accept your order."

Han Zhongyan took a few steps forward, and a eunuch held the piece of paper folded to the Queen Mother in his hands and handed it to him. Han Zhongyan did not open the folded paper, but directly put the folded paper in the bag.

Salute, return to the train, and stand still.

Zhao Ji added: "My lord, Bianjing is the capital of the world. I think the streets are dirty, the rivers are blocked, and the river embankments are in disrepair, which has lost the dignity of the Song Dynasty. I think we should give some opportunities to young officials and order them to do something." There are many things, please tell me."

It was a small matter, and Queen Mother Xiang only glanced at the list and agreed.

After Zhao Ji sat down, the courtiers began to quarrel one by one, and then... they started arguing again.

Zhao Ji felt like vomiting.

It's not that I feel uncomfortable listening to the courtiers arguing, but I feel uncomfortable because I don't understand, but I still have to listen carefully.

Finally, the next court.

In the back hall, Liang Shicheng greeted Zhao Ji and followed Zhao Ji into the study.

In the study, Zhao Ji waved his hand gently, and Liang Shicheng shouted to the young eunuch in the room: "Get out."

Several young eunuchs swished out.

Zhao Ji spoke: "You are a bastard, but you have a good son. Let me ask, how much do you and your son know about today's morning court meeting?"

Liang Shicheng bent over: "The slave is just a miscellaneous slave who grinds ink for the official family. The slave does not know a word about the affairs of the court. The slave's son is still young, and the slave who knows the affairs of the court does not know a word."

"it is good."

Zhao Ji was very satisfied with the answer. He took a few steps to sit in front of the desk and said, "I want to read history today. Please select a few books from Zhaowen Pavilion and read them to me when I become an official."

"Slave go and send a message."

Liang Xin, the editor of Zhaowen Pavilion!

At this time, Liang Xin was still fast asleep on the bed, but she was suddenly woken up by the young eunuch Wang Pu: "Young Master, Young Master, my godfather has important instructions."

"Isn't daylight yet?"

"Young Master, it's almost noon." Wang Pu was so anxious.

Liang Xin yawned: "What's the matter?"

"If the officials want to read history, let the young master go to Zhaowen Hall to get the history books and read them in the palace."

"Alas..." Liang Xin was very unhappy. She was woken up from a peaceful sleep.

But the emperor ordered that he had to go.

Change clothes quickly.

New official uniform.

In Zhaowen Hall, Liang Xin randomly picked up two books from the library, and then followed Wang Pu into Zhao Ji's study.

When Liang Xin entered, Liang Shicheng ordered all the eunuchs and maids to stay away, saying only not to disturb the officials' listening to the history.

After everyone left, Zhao Ji said to Liang Xin: "I heard that Miss Shishi asked you to write a poem last night. You refused?"

"I'm not good at it, so I won't show off my shame."

Zhao Ji didn't mention it again, but took out a memorial: "Look at it and talk about it."

Liang Xin took it and looked through it, then asked: "Is it the officials asking the ministers, or Zhao Yi asking Zhao Xin?"

This is Liang Xin's first test of Zhao Ji's limits.

Zhao Ji looked at Liang Xin: "What's the difference?"

"If you ask me, I won't say a word. For such a big matter, I am an eighth-rank petty official and have no right to interrupt. On the contrary, it's okay for the book boy to chat with the Lord for a few words."

"Of course it was Zhao Yi who asked." Zhao Ji agreed.

Liang Xin asked again: "Seriously?"

Zhao Ji answered with certainty: "Seriously!"

(End of this chapter)