The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

Zhuge Zheng and others who were loyal and dedicated to the Great Song Dynasty were extremely worried about the officials, but their worries about the officials were superfluous.

In a dream, Zhao Ji identified the subjugation of the country as a traitorous official, and after waking up, he disliked Cai Jing in every possible way. Even the flattery he uttered from his mouth was an accelerator for the subjugation of the country. If it was not forced by the identity of the scene, Zhao Ji would like to cover his ears Cover your eyes from looking at Cai Jing's old fox-like face.

I hate that Zhao Ji's mood can't be known to Cai Jing at all. Cai Jing only treats him as an official with a changeable temper and suddenly treats him coldly. He continues to flatter and flatter him in the early court. sun.

Zhao Huan listened to people's speeches as a first-class audience. Zhao Ji couldn't tell others about some things, so he listened attentively.

Compared with Cai Jing and his ilk, for some reason, Pang Ji and Zhuge Shenhou, who did not leave the country in their dreams, made Zhao Ji feel more comfortable.

The former is the father of Concubine Pang in his palace, and he is also good at flattering, patting beard and walking horses. In the past, Zhao Ji ignored Grand Master Pang because he liked Cai Jing's literary talent and calligraphy, but everyone loves flattery. became his new favorite;

The latter is an undeniable loyal minister. Zhao Ji respects him and respects him. Although he didn't tell the courtiers, he has made up his mind in his heart that the court officials will put Zhuge Shenhou's opinion first-anyway, he will not be killed again if he is killed. Listen to Cai Jing's bullshit.

Zhao Ji complained to Zhao Huan endlessly, gnashing his teeth when he was extremely angry, and couldn't say a word.

Zhao Huan comforted him: "Father is not angry, it's too early to teach Cai Jing a lesson when he finds his mistakes in the future."

Zhao Ji calmed down, and he also noticed that he was a little extreme. He glanced sideways at Su Xing's son, who was always calm, and asked, "Aren't you angry? You are always so calm, but if you see Cai Jing Zhang face, presumably also angry."

Zhao Huan said: "Of course I am angry. I have been angry for decades in my dream, and now I am angry when I wake up."

But what he experienced in his dreams lasted more than decades.

In the first few decades, he was angry, angry that treacherous ministers were in power, and did not know people clearly;

Zhao Ji looked complicated, sighed lightly, took a sip of tea from the teacup, and put it down again.

The tea is Kudingcha, with a bitter taste and a sweet aftertaste.

"I will not repeat the same mistakes. Pang Ji and Cai Jing are both flatterers, but he is better than Cai Jing, and he will not do things that are obsequious." Zhao Ji promised Zhao Huan, "Government is like a bow, although I am not good at it. He is in charge of politics, but he also understands this truth.”

Pang Ji was a target, and it would be best to make Cai Jing fearful, so that Cai Jing would be able to focus less on Zhuge Shenhou's faction.

Zhao Huan smiled, his eyes were clear and gentle, and he said softly, "I believe you, Daddy."

The conversation between the two was really casual, so casual that even Mi Cangqiong felt that the father and son were too casual - when Zhao Ji called him into the courtyard, Mi Cangqiong saw His Highness King Ding, who was leaning on the back of the chair and basking in the sun, bringing a teacup to him. lips.

Although I don't say whether I sit or not, it still seems too casual in front of officials.

Mi Cangqiong: "..."

He looked at the officials beside him calmly.

Zhao Ji didn't seem to care, and ordered Mi Cangqiong: "You send someone to the imperial dining room to bring some snacks. Ah Huan has no homework today, and I want to talk to him again."

Mi Cangqiong responded with difficulty, and almost couldn't control the expression on his face when he turned around.

Where did King Ding endear himself to the officials?

he wondered.

In the summer and May of the second year of Zhenghe, the crown prince canonization ceremony was held, and King Ding Zhao Huan officially became the crown prince of the Great Song Dynasty, the prince of a country.

The ceremony is cumbersome, but what Zhao Huan lacks most now is patience.Under the watchful eyes of the ministers, Zhao Huan completed a series of ceremonies, received the canonized edict, the prince's seal and ribbon, and then bowed three times and kowtowed to the emperor nine times.

Liangzai sighed in a subtly tone: [Feudalism——]

Zhao Huan was unmoved, he had seen what happened in later generations, so he naturally understood the meaning of the system.

But so what?

The prosperous age where everyone is equal in the future is created through blood. Zhao Huan has witnessed the efforts of people with lofty ideals. He alone cannot change the current system, but he can become an inconspicuous contributor in history.

Zhao Huan bent down and knelt down, knocked his head on the ground, put away all his thoughts, and ended the last kowtow among the three kneeling and nine kowtows.

After Zhao Huan led the subordinate officials to salute Zhao Ji again, Zhao Ji spoke the admonition words of Jiamian's encouragement. Sentences are more grounded.

After Zhao Ji finished speaking, he showed an encouraging smile to Zhao Huan, and drove back to the palace.

The emperor's business is over, but the prince's business is not over.

All the officials paid respects to the new crown prince, Zhao Huan, and delivered a speech of congratulations. Zhao Huan listened patiently, smiled slightly, and looked at the people present who were speaking calmly.

After the congratulatory speeches were delivered by the officials, the group went through most of the imperial city to visit the Taimiao, which was another series of tedious procedures.

Zhao Huan silently did what he should do, and returned to the East Palace where the prince should live after the ceremony was completely over.

He is not made of iron. He has not eaten a drop of water or eaten a grain of rice in the whole day, and he is very tired.

The pretty boy system was elated: [You have earned a lot of prestige in this canonization ceremony!Tired and worth it! 】

Zhao Huan sat at the table eating snacks, drank water from time to time, and looked at the system mall with the system.

He has been laying the foundation for three months, and he is in good health and his muscles are firm. The system took advantage of this to urge him to find a high-quality weapon and formally learn martial arts.

[Learn martial arts early, and it will be too late if you don't learn. 】The system said enthusiastically, 【Let's learn swords, how handsome a swordsman is, there are sword celestials and sword gods in the rivers and lakes, you fight for it, become a sword demon, or a sword ghost. 】

Zhao Huan wanted to say "Damn" when he heard the words.

Eighteen kinds of weapons, if it is not for Tian Zongying, it is difficult to be proficient in all of them. Zhao Huan chose the sword after deliberating on the weapon spectrum.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, wielding swords to the end of the world.

Zhao Huan bought the sword manual, thinking that he probably still has a little youthful blood.

After that, he casually found a sword from the palace's arsenal, and began to practice swords.Buying the sword manual cost him all his current reputation points, but overall it is not a loss, because there is a matching martial arts training room, as long as he is asleep, he can enter it with ideology, and the time flow rate is five to one compared with the outside world .

He practiced for five hours in the martial arts room, but only one hour passed outside.

Not only has the sword manual, but also has the time that others can't have, if he doesn't make any progress, he will be too useless.

So Fang Yingkan noticed that Zhao Huan's swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds in just one month, and he was not like a beginner at all.

His Highness the Prince will always arouse people's curiosity about the sword manual and mental method of unknown origin, and the sword technique that has advanced by leaps and bounds.

Fang Yingwang uses the Blood River Sword, and occasionally brings the sword into the palace to practice against Zhao Huan. His swordsmanship is superb, and he naturally restrains himself when facing the prince. But it is precisely because of this that it can be seen that the prince's swordsmanship has improved.

"Your Highness must be a genius at practicing swords."

After the two practiced duel, Zhao Huan wiped his sweat with a sweat towel in his hand, poured water to quench his thirst, and heard Fang Yingkan's admiration.

He put down the kettle and looked up at Master Fang. The young man was smiling, showing his respect and praise to him.

Zhao Huan lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I'm not a genius."

"Your Highness didn't hold a sword until he was 12 years old, and he had never even touched a sword before." Fang Ying said, "No one can compare to those swordsmen in the world, and I can't compare to you either. "

"really?"

Zhao Huan seemed a little moved.

Fang Ying looked at the smile and said innocently: "Really."

"But I don't mean it."

Zhao Huan shook his head at him.

Fang Yingkan's smiling face froze slightly, and he asked, "Does Your Highness not believe me?"

Zhao Huan was noncommittal, and did not answer his question, but said: "Everyone has their own strengths, there is nothing that can be compared, and besides, I am only practicing swords, not understanding swords."

Fang Yingkan was slightly surprised, and said with a smile: "What Your Highness said is true, I am stupid."

The days are still going on, Zhao Huan practiced swordsmanship, meticulous and diligent, Cai Jing's party contacted him, Zhao Huan ignored him, Pang Ji's party also contacted him, Zhao Huan ignored him, these two factions come and go every now and then Fight on the ground.Pang Ji was favored by the officials, and his momentum faintly overwhelmed Cai Jing, while Zhuge Shenhou silently shared the worries of the officials.

In February of the third year of Zhenghe, Bao Zheng, the magistrate of Dingyuan County, Fengyang Prefecture, made a great contribution in adjudicating an unjust case and exterminating mountain bandits. His face was as black as coal, but there was a crescent moon between his foreheads. Far Yang.

When Zhao Ji heard that he was called to Beijing, after some tests, he learned that he had been a student of Pang Ji, and immediately named him the governor of Kaifeng. The original governor of Kaifeng belonged to Cai Jing's faction. After waiting for a long time, now Bao Zheng came to the door, killing two birds with one stone.

Cai Jing was furious when he learned that Bao Zheng was Pang Ji's protégé, thinking that this fat man was always against him, but Pang Ji was not too happy: although Bao Zheng was his protégé, he refused to follow his path, which made him a Jinshi and a postgraduate student. He only worked as a county magistrate in a remote place, but now he wants to be the prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture under the name of his disciple--why did he do it when he knew it?So what if you have that talent and make some money, it's a waste of time.

Pang Ji was narrow-minded, he didn't want to give Bao Zheng a good face, but he didn't want Cai Jing to see a joke. On the day Bao Zheng took office, he still sent someone to deliver the inauguration ceremony.

A box of burnt charcoal.

It was cold in February, sending charcoal for warmth seemed extremely considerate, but one couldn't help but think of Bao Zheng's charcoal-like complexion.

Bao Zheng had a big heart and accepted this gift of unknown meaning.

When Zhao Ji talked about this to Zhao Huan, he smiled cheerfully and said that Pang Ji was too narrow-minded. Zhao Huan agreed with him while eating a cake. His name is Zhan Zhao, his style name is Xiong Fei, that chivalrous man also came to Bianjing with him, Bao Zheng recommended him to me, I have issued an order for him to enter the palace tomorrow, is Ah Huan going to see him?"

Zhao Huan's heart moved, he heard that Fang Ying had seen Zhan Zhao's name, and immediately said with the Juque sword, "Go."

On the second day, Yaowu Building.

Zhao Ji sat on a high place, but Zhao Huan stood at the bottom, Zhan Zhao entered, and bowed to the two of them one by one with clasped fists. The father and son reacted similarly, they both leaned slightly, with excitement in their eyes.

Zhao Ji was excited to see the knights of the rivers and lakes show off their martial arts, while Zhao Huan saw the sword on Zhan Zhao's waist and felt Zhan Zhao's chivalry.

Zhan Zhao's qinggong is outstanding, his body is as light as a swallow, and his swordsmanship is also agile and elegant, like the breeze in the cold spring, it is cold but also warm.The more Zhao Ji watched, the more excited he was, clapping his hands and laughing when Zhan Zhao flew into the eaves: "Okay! Okay! It's much lighter than Ah Huan!"

Zhao Huan also couldn't take his eyes off him. He himself had just learned Qinggong not many days ago and fell quite a lot. When he suddenly heard his name, he couldn't help but look up silently; Zhao Ji clapped his hands and laughed and looked down at him. Thinking of his own words, he thought he might be sarcastic to Ah Huan who had been practicing so hard, so he quickly put down his hands, and said to Zhan Zhao who had stopped: "Zhan Nanxia is exquisite in martial arts, he is really a hero, his figure is elegant, he is like a prince in my palace." Like a cat! I will make you a fourth-rank imperial guard with a knife! Just work in Kaifeng Mansion in the future!"

Zhao Huan: "..."

He thought to himself, Daddy, you might as well praise him for being better than him.