Chapter 57: Father’s Bad Taste
“My lord, meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!”
Zhao Xing looked at the future father-in-law, smiled and offered support: “Young Master, you don’t need to be polite. Please take a seat.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” After thanking the British minister, he sat down.
"I came here to ask the British Duke to come to the East Palace to teach me the art of war on Gu's holiday." Zhao Xing said.
Although the British Duke is the Crown Prince Shaobao and is an envoy of the East Palace, he does not need to come to the East Palace to work.
Not only the British Duke, but also the other East Palace ministers are in name only and do not need to come to the East Palace to work.
Only those who teach Zhao Xing will come to the East Palace to teach Zhao Xing.
"Your Highness, do you want to learn the art of war?" the British Duke said in surprise when he heard this.
"Yes." Zhao Xing nodded and said: "Now the Song Dynasty is surrounded by powerful enemies. As a prince alone, how can he not be knowledgeable in military affairs."
The British Duke hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Highness, we still need the official's consent at this time."
He did not ask if the official agreed, but said that it needed the official's consent.
If the officials agreed to this, it would not be Zhao Xing who came to him.
"Gu studied the art of war just to understand military affairs, and I went to learn it while I was resting. If the British prince is willing to teach, I will naturally tell my father." Zhao Xing said.
“As long as the officials agree, I will naturally give them everything I have.” said the British Duke.
"Yes." Zhao Xing nodded and said, "Young Master, please go back first."
"I beg you to retire!" Mr. British stood up, bowed and retreated.
"Be cautious." Zhao Xing murmured, looking at the British Duke's back.
His desire to learn the art of war was just an excuse, and he just wanted to understand the military affairs of the Song Dynasty.
The British Duke has the highest prestige in the army, and no one in the court knows more about everything in the army than him.
But he didn't expect that the British public would be so cautious.
Zhao Xing also knows what the British Duke is worried about. The British Duke’s daughter is the future crown princess, and he himself has a very high prestige in the military. If he has close contact with the prince, who knows what will happen? Caused official suspicion.
Even though Zhao Xing was the only son in the official family and Zhao Xing's status was as stable as Mount Tai, he still did not dare to agree.
“I’ve been used to smooth sailing over the years, but I’m a little drifting.” Zhao Xing laughed at himself.
In fact, it has been the most difficult to be a prince since ancient times. If you perform too well, you may arouse the emperor's suspicion.
If his performance was mediocre, he would be afraid of dissatisfying the emperor.
There are still many brothers staring at this position.
Generally speaking, after becoming a prince, you have to be more careful.
Because Zhao Xing did not have any competitors, he subconsciously ignored this point.
Shaking his head, Zhao Xing asked Sanshui to tell him to go down and he had to go to the palace.
...
"My son, I pay homage to my father." Zhao Xing saluted.
"Haha, I heard that after Fu'er came out of the palace, he couldn't miss Shu. He disguised himself and went to the night market every evening. How come you have time to come to the palace today?" The official waved his hand and said with a smile.
Zhao Xing knew that his father was trying to criticize him, so he came behind his father, squeezed his shoulders to please him, and said, "Father, I am understanding the sentiments of the people."
"To be playful is to be playful, and you are talking about understanding the sentiments of the people. Then tell me, how are the people of Bianjing doing?" the official laughed and scolded.
"Bianjing is at the foot of the Emperor, and it is the most prosperous place in the world. The people's life is not bad, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that my ministers came from other places. What the merchants in Bianjing know is that the lives of the people in other places are far worse than those in Bianjing. Moreover, the noble officials in Bianjing are very extravagant. To put it bluntly, the life of the official family of the father is probably better. Not as good as those ministers," Zhao Xing said.
"Brothers of the same race have had good and bad experiences after they separated. The world is so big, so naturally it cannot be generalized." The official shook his head.
"My son and I also understand what my father said. It's just that I read history books and understand a truth. The people don't ask for much. They just want to live and work in peace and contentment and fill their stomachs. Last year, tens of thousands of people in Shu were affected. The rebellion started because the government failed to resettle the people in time, and those officials lived a luxurious life with high salaries from the court, but did not want to serve the country. He is an official in the Song Dynasty, but he lives so frugally every day just to set an example for the people in the world," Zhao Xing said angrily.
"This world belongs to my Zhao family, and I should lead by example. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me, why did you come to me?" the official asked. "When I want to take a break, I will learn the art of war from a British public school and learn about military affairs." Zhao Xing said.
The official frowned when he heard this and said: "Nonsense, as the prince, you will inherit the throne in the future. You only need to learn how to govern the world. What's the use of learning the art of war?" Is it possible that you have to go to the battlefield to fight in person? "
"Father, the main purpose of my son is to understand military affairs. I think that a good emperor may not understand the art of war, but he must not understand military affairs. "Zhao Xing said.
Hearing this, the official muttered: "Hasn't Marquis Ning Yuan been teaching you martial arts? Just learn from him. If you let the British Duke teach you, and the ministers in the DPRK and the Central Government know about it, what will happen? It’s bothering me.”
"It's true that I didn't think carefully and only thought about the interests of the British public." Zhao Xing said.
He ignored the civil servant's reaction when he learned that he was learning the art of war.
With the urinary nature of those civil servants, they definitely hope that the future emperor will be the kind of sage king in Confucianism.
"It's good to know. When doing anything, all aspects must be considered." The official warned.
"My son, please remember your father's teachings." Zhao Xing said.
The official nodded with satisfaction. Although his son was smart, he was a bit unreasonable in some ideas and ignored some basic issues.
However, Zhao Xing also has an advantage. With a little guidance, he can realize his own problems.
"How do you feel about the Zazi you sent?" the official asked.
"Father, please don't mention it. Even though a few sentences can explain things clearly, those ministers insist on talking nonsense when writing about Zha Zi, as if they can't show off their literary talents otherwise. Show it to me. His head was as big as that of an ox. Later, my son became wise and only read the last paragraph. I don’t know how my father managed to read so many mistakes every day.” Zhao Xing complained.
Those ministers may write a few thousand words, and some may have tens of thousands of words.
Writing eloquently is the same as writing a composition.
Zhao Xing thought at first that they were just talking too much nonsense, so he read them word for word, for fear of missing what they wanted to state.
After reading a few things, I found that the entire previous article was nonsense, and the last few hundred words are what I want to say.
He simply read the content at the back, the comments from the Chancellor’s Desk and his father’s reply.
“Haha.” The official laughed loudly upon hearing this and said, “I spent a long time trying to figure out this method, but you are smart enough to think of this method so quickly.”
"Father, since you know this, why don't you admonish them and order them to make corrections? It would be a waste of time to write and explain." Zhao Xing said strangely.
"Why should you let them change it?" The official said with a smile: "Since they like to write, let them finish it. Wouldn't it be good to let them spend more time and thought? I won't go either. Look, sometimes I feel irritable, and it can relieve my boredom."
Zhao Xing: "..."
This sounds like the unscrupulous leaders of later generations who tormented their subordinates to write. The copywriting is the same.
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Yangzhou
After the Shangyuan Festival, the new Yangzhou Tongpan took office, and Sheng Hong spent half a month completing the handover with him.
Sheng Hong is a good person. During his tenure in Yangzhou, he got along well with Yangzhou officials.
Since the promotion documents were sent to Yangzhou years ago, banquets have continued every day.
Now that the handover is over, I will leave Yangzhou in two days, and it is rare to have some leisure time.
After returning home, Sheng Hong came to Shou'an Hall.
"Father." Hualan and Rulan, who were talking to Mrs. Sheng, saw Sheng Hong coming in, stood up and saluted.
Sheng Hong nodded slightly, and then saluted Mrs. Sheng.
"Sit down." Mrs. Sheng nodded.
After Sheng Hong sat down, he said to his two daughters: "You go down first, I will talk to my mother."
"Yes." The two bowed and walked out.
"Mom, my son seems to have grown a lot better than before. Thank you for your hard work, mother." Sheng Hong said.
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(End of this chapter)