Zhao Bing initially understood the mystery of the establishment of the Song Dynasty's political system, but he also knew that it was one thing, and how to use it was another. Bi     Quge Ww     W.

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He hasn't figured out how to operate CN. Anyway, he has enough time to spend with them and play with them, and he is not in a hurry. At the moment, he is just ordering the empress dowager to supervise the country. Although he actually controls part of the power, he has not been able to rule in name. The empress dowager can deprive him of his power at any time at any time at the request of the court officials, and even deposed him. Therefore, he cannot play too much, and he has to endure it.

As an important means of cultivating the emperor, Zhao Bing knew that he could not confront the emperor publicly, but listening may not necessarily have any disadvantages. He can keep his essence and take the dross. There is a saying that goes, right, existence is reasonable. Moreover, Neo-Confucianism has been popular for hundreds of years and has been named a classic by some people in modern times, which shows that there are also advantages. Moreover, their intrigue skills are much more sophisticated than those of the thick black people in later generations. It is really a swearing without spitting out dirty words, killing without blood, and fooling people to death is not worth their life.

After thinking it through, the worries will be gone. But Zhao Bing still couldn't be happy. He didn't feel that he had the ability to turn decay into magic. It was like Mr. Ah Q's spiritual victory method, and he learned to comfort himself. However, in this unlucky era, if he couldn't learn this trick, he would not know when he would be frustrated or become mentally ill. In order to compensate for his injured heart, he ordered another chicken to dinner...

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Zhao Bing looked outside the window. It was just dawn, but outside was filled with people like a market. Of course, he was not happy to be woken up, so he raised the curtain and shouted.

"The government has gathered a large number of people outside, saying that they are here to dismantle the counterproductive birth!" A small yellow gate heard it and hurried in to report back and forth.

"Disassemble the reverse birth?" Zhao Bing said in confusion.

"The official family, I issued a notice two days ago, informing the people in the city that they could demolish the houses and remaining property of the punished traitors' houses and remaining property. Don't the official family know?" Xiaohuangmen replied.

"Oh, I know." Zhao Bing suddenly remembered that he had indeed said this at the court meeting, but it was wrong to think about it, and asked again, "There are thousands of thieves' houses sealed in the city, why did they be demolished here so quickly?"

"The officials don't know that as soon as the notice was released, the people in the city went crazy. They ignored the continuous rain and moved all the sealed houses in just two days. It is said that not only did the houses be demolished, but even the stone slabs laid in the yard were removed, which was cleaner than the robbery of the Tartars." Xiaohuangmen said.

"Then are the people coming to demolish Pu Mansion today?" Zhao Bing nodded and thought to himself that the Chinese people had a tradition of demolition. Without the help of modern machinery, they could flatten thousands of houses in two days with just two hands, and even the floor tiles were removed. If the city wall was demolished, it would probably take less than two days to razed the ground. But I guess if someone had not dug it to anyone, there would not have been such high efficiency.

"These people are really greedy. Now they even want to demolish them. If it weren't for the guards, they would have rushed in long ago!" Xiaohuangmen said a little angrily.

"Haha, just demolish it, we can't take it away anyway!" Zhao Bing smiled. In fact, it would be a pity to demolish such a good mansion. If it is left to the future generations, it will definitely be another rare relic. However, he felt that if he didn't demolish it at this time, it would probably not be left to the future generations. After all, there are more people in the future than those in the future.

"What a pity!" Xiaohuangmen muttered.

"You think it's a pity?" Although the voice was small, Zhao Bing heard it and got up and asked.

"Yes, the official family!" Xiaohuangmen quickly took a piece of clothes and put them on the little emperor and said, "I have never lived in such a good house since I left the palace. It would be a pity to demolish it. Besides, the official family said that we will come back. If it is demolished, there will be no place to live next time."

"Well, it makes sense. I will come back in the future, so I won't tear it down!" Zhao Bing touched his chin and pondered for a moment, snapped his fingers and said.

"The official family is serious!" Xiao Huangmen didn't expect his opinion to be heard and said in surprise.

"Of course! The eldest son of the Pu family has not been removed. When this kid comes back, he sees his house being demolished and all the people have been killed. He can't do anything to me, so he will spread his anger on the people who demolished the house and will plunder them a hundred times. Besides, you are right, it's a pity to demolish such a good house, right!" Zhao Bing said seriously.

"The official is right!" Xiaohuangmen also nodded vigorously.

"Okay, then you will pass on my oral instructions that this is my current situation and you must not act without action." Zhao Bing said.

"Yes, the official, I'll go and pass the order!" Being able to pass on the message for His Majesty means that he has gained the emperor's trust. The little Huangmen is naturally extremely excited, and after that, he turned around and left.

"Come back!" Zhao Bing called Xiao Huang's door again, "Please take a look again. What else can we use in this yard? Deliver it to the boat as soon as possible and keep it in the palace for use in the future."

"Don't worry, the youngest ones must do it well!" The little yellow gate went happily.

"Being an emperor is so tiring. Even the people around you must be careful!" Zhao Bing looked at the joyful little yellow gate and sighed. Yesterday he read the chapter about the king in "Han Feizi" at night. According to his summary, there are eight kinds of bad people around the king, called the Eight Tyrants, saying: "The same bed, beside you, father and brother, raise the disaster, the people are cute, popular, powerful, and all directions."

The first-class people are in the same bed, accompanying the king to be a beautiful lady, and the wind blows beside the mandarin ducks, and they get the benefits and get private pockets; the second-class people are beside them, and their confidants are bad-hearted, accept bribes and slander, and deceive the monarch is happy; the third-class people are fathers and brothers, and their relatives are cruel and fierce, and they win over ministers to seek salary, secretly building several small courts; the fourth-class people are in charge of disasters, buying and building houses, and feeding private pockets and often sucking blood, making the country poor.

The fifth-class people are cute, and they give small favors to the people, and they buy people's hearts and pretend to be sages, and they form groups to fool money; the sixth-class people are popular, raising lobbyists to cheat good names, and they say sweet words well, but they are actually big beasts; the seventh-class people are powerful, raising thugs and hooligans, officials organize gangs, harassing the people and rob banks; the eighth-class people are all in all directions, and they are hiding foreign evil intentions, and giant traitors are very traitors.

After carefully thinking about Han Feizi's words, Zhao Bing began to realize that he must be a person with a very dark mentality, and he must have never been an emperor, otherwise he would not have used these words to fool Qin Shihuang. According to him, everyone around the emperor is a bad person, at least he has this suspicion, so he must be wary of it everywhere and must not be careless, otherwise he will be plotted against small things and big things.

But it is not unreasonable to savor it carefully. I like to be alone in the room, and even the rotating eunuchs let them listen and drink outside the door. Isn't it just that I can't control my mouth, I'm talking nonsense in my sleep, and I'm leaking some of the things in my previous life, my plans, whoever I don't want to use, and I hate to kill anyone, so I have to sleep alone in case I accidentally leak the secrets of heaven. And the people around me are those around me.

As for saying half of the words, hiding his head and showing off his tail, and pretending to be a ghost, isn't it because his subordinates are leaving their subordinates to see through their details. He asked Ni Liang to be responsible for his guard work, and was also afraid that those who are very scheming would cut off their heads while they were asleep and give them to Kublai Khan to receive rewards. And if the soldiers and generals who followed him said that there was no such factor in tempting interests, they would be a bit unfair.

The people outside refused to leave the city, and most of them were worried that their family business would be robbed after they left. But it was said that they could move their things back for free, and they would immediately turn from poor worms into robbers, and even the emperor dared to covet their actions. If the city was broken, many people might be the leader, rushing to lead the Yuan soldiers to capture them! Some people would also stand up and call the little emperor cruel and unkind. They looked forward to the arrival of the "King Army". The welcome words were ready-made, and they would all be solved if they looked up.

"I am destined to be a lonely person in this life?" Zhao Bing seemed to have been hit by Han Feizi's curse. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. No wonder the emperors all like to call themselves lonely. It seems that the old seniors are more aware than themselves, and they are not as worried as they are...

Shortly after the Xiaohuangmen sent an imperial edict, the noise gradually subsided. Zhao Bing, who was disturbed by Qingmeng, wanted to sleep back, but his mind was full of messy thoughts, but he couldn't sleep anymore. So he put on his clothes and got up and walked out the door. It was already dawn, and the rainstorm had just stopped, and the sky seemed unusually blue. The garden, which was damaged by wind and rain, was as messy as Quanzhou City, and the path was full of broken branches and leaves.

Such a messy nature is a big shame. The originally clear lake water has also become extremely turbid. Zhao Bing circled the lake. Thinking that the Yuan army would resume attacking after the sun was clear, he lost interest. He returned to the palace and had breakfast and prepared to handle official documents. However, what he should do these days has been done almost. Now, except for routine reporting on the enemy's dynamics, food and military capital consumption, and casualties in various units, there is nothing wrong with him. He just needs to read it briefly and comment on the words to indicate that he knows it.

However, there is still something new today. It was the combat plan sent by Liu Zhu. In the court discussion a few days ago, he proposed to use naval rocket ships to raid the Yuan army camp. What he delivered was a detailed combat plan. Zhao Bing looked carefully and found that Liu Zhu was doing a lot. Because of the heavy rainstorm in recent days, the water level in Jinjiang rose sharply, and large warships could already flow upward. Therefore, he wanted to dispatch fifty large warships to use rockets and crossbows to raid the enemy camps set up along the river to disrupt the deployment of the enemy and reduce the pressure on the city defense infantry.

Zhao Bing simply calculated that large warships are generally equipped with ten rocket mounts, and fifty ships have 500, and a volley can cover a range of more than ten miles in a radius. Of course, the Mongols who have suffered are not unprepared. Their military camps are still a distance from the river bank, but now due to the rising water level, the shallows have become navigable waterways, so that rockets can cover a larger range.

Now the enemy's naval forces are slightly better than nothing, and they have no strength to compete with the Song army. Therefore, this is a transaction that only makes money but not loses. At the moment when the heavy rain is about to stop, the Yuan army has not yet had time to move the camp, which is a good opportunity to launch a surprise attack. Zhao Bing raised the pen and prepared to implement it as soon as possible to attack the enemy. If it goes well, it can still burn the enemy's camp and give the enemy a major blow. It can be said that the capital is small and the profit is big.

"Your Majesty, Master Zheng requests an interview!" Just as Zhao Bing was about to finish his writing, Wang De came over and reported.

"Oh, there must be news, let him in!" Zhao Bing immediately put down his pen and said.

However, Zhao Bing was a little nervous. It was false to say that the ship failed to return on time. It was false to say that it was not in a hurry, but he never dared to show it, and he said it easily to avoid panic. The wind and waves were high and the waves were strong, and the whistleboats could not go out to sea, and it was very difficult for enemy troops to siege the city and want to obtain information from Route 6. The only thing that could be relied on was the spies stationed in the coastal prefectures and counties. Whether the fleet was docked and sheltered from the wind or destroyed in the storm, such a large fleet would not be silent. If it sinks, rotten wood and broken boards would float to the shore.

Therefore, Zhao Bing ordered the Bureau of Affairs to find out the situation as soon as possible and make quick returns so that it could take timely countermeasures. However, no news has been heard back, which made him even more uneasy. If all the return ships were sunk, the only losses were only empty ships and sailors, while the ships returning to Qiong were loaded with personnel and supplies, the losses would be immeasurable, so how could he not worry.

"Your Majesty, good news!" Zheng Huchen whispered loudly as soon as he entered the room.

"Oh, come and see me!" Zhao Bing heard the stone in his heart fell halfway and hurriedly said.

"Get the map!" Zhao Bing took the map and looked at it while looking. When the last batch of ships returning to Qiong from Quanzhou arrived in Nanenzhou, there was a storm coming. He immediately went to Hailing Island to shelter from Qiongzhou, which was only two days away from Qiongzhou. The return ships arrived in Zhangzhou. They hurried to dock on Dongshan Island to shelter from the wind. Except for several ships who were washed to the shore due to improper measures, there was no major loss.

"Your Majesty, this time, you can escape the wind disaster. It is entirely up to your Majesty's storm bottle to get warnings from all fleets and avoid the wind. It is a blessing to see Your Majesty relieved, and knew that he was relieved, so he politely said again.

"Oh, I finally have God's protection, otherwise my sins would be great." Zhao Bing said fortunately, that would be tens of thousands of lives!

"They also entrusted His Majesty with the blessings. If His Majesty had not taught them the method of predicting wind and rain, how could they escape from danger? In the final analysis, it was His Majesty's achievements!" Zheng Huchen said.

"Is there any bad news?" Zheng Huchen kept flattering. This was too abnormal, Zhao Bing asked with a frown.

"Nothing can be hidden from Your Majesty's eyes. There is news in Qiongzhou, but it is not bad news!" Zheng Huchen said, and took out a piece of letter from his sleeve and presented it.
Chapter completed!