At the time of the third hour, the dawn disappeared, and the whole sky became even more gloomy. The cool breeze blew, and then a few raindrops fell. After a few days of bright sunshine, the spring rain finally came late. The raindrops fell from the hazy sky, causing all the civil and military officials who had been waiting outside Zhengde Gate to be covered in the body.

Chen Ao came here by horses. This time he didn't prepare a straw raincoat. The weather changed as soon as possible. He didn't expect that there would be a rain at dawn? He led the horse to Zhengde Gate and simply found an adult's sedan chair and sat in it.

As a result, the adult was in the rain outside, and Chen Ao rested in the sedan chair. Seeing that more and more people gathered over, many people had already come to congratulate Chen Ao for the joy of getting engaged. Chen Ao opened the curtain of the sedan chair and greeted him one by one.

The palace gate finally opened, and the court officials entered one after another. The first one was the crown prince Zhao Huan. Zhao Huan was wearing a costume and his face was calm, but he just glanced at the deep palace behind the palace gate. After Zhao Huan entered, none of the civil and military officials followed him, waiting at the door. Some deliberately laughed at others, while others bit their lips and thought about their thoughts.

It was not until they came out of the sedan chair arrogantly and entered in the drizzle that everyone seemed to remember that they should enter the palace and entered one after another.

A lot of water was dripping from the ninety-nine steps leading to the Martial Arts Hall. Many eunuchs were cleaning here in the rain. Each jade staircase stood on the front garrison on the left and right of the palace, with their backs and waists, wet and motionless.

Zhao Huan had already entered the hall, but Chen Ao was still procrastinating. Halfway through the way, he suddenly looked up to see the weather and couldn't help saying, "What a heavy rain!"

The civil and military officials behind had to stop, and as a result, many people were congested behind them.

Chen Ao walked a few more steps forward, and everyone followed again. Chen Ao suddenly stopped again and said, "The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier. I wonder if the clothes at home have been removed."

Many people smiled bitterly. Li Bangyan, who was standing behind Shen Ao, could no longer bear it and said in a deep voice: "The court discussion should not be delayed. What should your highness do slowly?"

Chen Ao looked back at Li Bangyan, who was like a chicken, smiled slightly, and said, "If Li is anxious, you can take the lead."

Li Bangyan couldn't help but stare at him, wanting to leave first, but he felt that he was a little overwhelmed in front of everyone. The court officials had rules when entering the palace, and they came in line with seniority. Of course, the crown prince was the first. Looking at the court, who else could compete for the second place with the Western King? Li Bangyan had been in court all his life, and such rules had long been accustomed to them, and this habit could not be changed.

Seeing that Li Bangyan did not move, Chen Ao simply hugged his hands and laughed: "What? The Li Sect Master is not going to take the lead? It seems that the Li Sect Master is not in a hurry. This is just right. It is rare that you and I have such a good mood. Why don't we stand for a while? Brother Li, have you had breakfast?"

Li Bangyan turned his face aside and ignored him.

Chen Ao said lightly: "It would be a pity if Li Jun hadn't eaten yet. I might not be able to eat it again."

Li Bangyan felt the muscles on his face twitching. Although he looked cold, his whole body seemed to have grown a lot aged in the rain, and even his body was hunched over. There was a mouthful of phlegm on the monkey's head. He wanted to retort, but found that he couldn't say a word.

In the martial arts hall, Zhao Ji had already arrived, with his crown and a crown, sitting in a dangerous manner, his eyes half open and half closed, with a hint of mockery on his face. His eyes swept through the empty hall, pursed his lips, leaned his hands on the imperial desk, silent and majestic to overlook the world.

When Zhao Huan stepped into the hall, he realized something strange. He looked up at Zhao Ji in the Golden Palace and couldn't help but think, his father always comes late, why did he come so early today?

The civil and military officials behind him had not seen any shadow yet. Zhao Huan had to bite the bullet and walk to the hall alone, kneel down on his knees, kneel three times and nine times, and then said loudly: "My son has seen his father, and his father is healthy and happy."

Zhao Ji sat on the dragon collapse and said nothing. His eyes fell on Zhao Huan like a knife, staring at Zhao Huan tightly, motionless.

Zhao Huan did not dare to get up or look up. He was so angry that he was suppressed by Zhao Ji's cold gaze. His five bodies were almost crawling on the bricks, and the cold sweat on his forehead was filled with cold sweat.

What's wrong? Usually, at this time, my father should have called himself flat, could it be...

Zhao Huan couldn't help feeling guilty, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, his eyes flashing, and he didn't dare to look up and look directly. This feeling was really a bit like a needle and needle.

Zhao Ji was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "I am naturally healthy and can live a few more years."

Zhao Huan was startled, kowtowed again, and said, "My son only hopes that my father can enjoy the country for ten thousand years and live with the heaven and earth."

Zhao Ji had mocking on his face. The prince said this to the emperor. How many of them were sincere in all dynasties? Zhao Ji said lightly: "If I enjoy the country for ten thousand years, why should I establish a crown prince?"

Those who come are not kind, and those who are kind do not come. This sentence is full of meaning in court, why can't Zhao Huan hear it? He was silent for a moment and didn't dare to reveal a word.

Zhao Ji's tone suddenly eased and he said, "Have the prince been studying recently?"

Zhao Huan replied carefully: "According to the instructions of his father, the sons dare not slackew on the slightest."

Zhao Ji said: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Huan said: "The Book of Songs."

Zhao Ji frowned and said, "Is it Qin Shaoyou's annotation?"

Zhao Huan breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and gently looked up at Zhao Ji in the hall. However, this glance was a little blurry, and he still couldn't figure out Zhao Ji's intentions. He nodded: "Xuan Delang's annotation is shocking in a brief manner. I read this version."

Zhao Ji said, "Then I will take the exam for you."

Zhao Huan's nerves became tense again. How could he take the school exam when the court was about to discuss? Since he became an adult, his father had never taken the school exam. At this time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Please teach my father."

Zhao Ji said lightly: "What do you say about the best way to be a father, son and brother in the Book of Songs?"

Zhao Huan said: "The Book of Songs says: "It is suitable for brothers and brothers." It is suitable for brothers and brothers, and then you can teach the people of the country. The Book of Songs says: "Their etiquette is not wrong, and they are the four countries." It is the law of fathers and sons, and then the law of the people is the law of the people. This means that governing the country is in harmony with the family."

Zhao Ji looked at him and said coldly: "You keep talking."

Zhao Huan had to break down Qin Shaoyou's comments one by one, and finally said: "Father and son, brothers, each fulfill their duties and follow their own ways. Then these behaviors become "suffering laws", that is, standard laws, and then the people can learn, follow the examples and abide by them. This is how governing the country. Only by cultivating one's own virtue, serving one's own father, and treating one's own brothers well can we teach the people and govern the country with etiquette and law."

Zhao Ji nodded, wondering if he was satisfied with such an answer. He was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "Did the prince do this? But did he serve his father carefully? He treated his brothers kindly? He cultivated his moral character. What do the Eastern Palace thinks?"

Zhao Ji's words were heartbroken, and Zhao Huan was sweating profusely, and he was already a little panicked. Qiqi said aiqi: "Father...Father...My sons do their best to do this. If there is something unsatisfied with the father, I will definitely correct it..."

Zhao Ji said lightly: "I didn't say you were wrong. What are you doing in a disgrace? Just be calm and be your prince."

Zhao Huan stood up, his face turned pale, thinking to himself, could it be that his father warned me not to give up today? But... the beads of sweat as big as beans had already oozed out of Zhao Huan's forehead, and it was too late to stop it. It was easy to incite, but to stop it, how could it be so easy?

While Zhao Huan was thinking about random things, all the civil and military officials led by Chen Ao went into the martial arts hall one after another and saluted Zhao Ji: "Long live my emperor." Then he stood in shifts, his eyes fell on the Golden Palace, waiting for Zhao Ji to speak.

Zhao Ji glanced at the hall, stroked the imperial desk with his hand, and slowly said: "I just discussed the Book of Songs with the Prince. Even the books passed down by the sages may not be able to understand even if the people in the world have been studying for their past lives. I often hear people say that people's hearts are not the same. I deeply believe this sentence. During the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the people do not pick up the remains of the road and do not close their doors at night. It can be said that it is a great rule. But now, people's hearts have collapsed. What is the reason for being a minister who deceives his monarch, a son who covets his father, and a brother who is a brother who is a flesh and blood tragedy?"

Zhao Huan's face suddenly changed and he wanted to kneel down, but he found that he was quite suspicious of not asking for advice. His legs were a little sore and his mind was buzzing for a moment.

Li Bangyan looked at Zhao Huan with a faint look, and he couldn't help but make a thump in his heart. Why did Your Majesty suddenly say this? Is it an unintentional statement or something else? He couldn't guess it through!

Seeing that no one in the hall answered, Zhao Ji sneered and said, "What is the reason for the world's winds are broken? Are the masters not learning the saint's teachings, nor are they reading the saint's books? For example, Wen Xianzhi has excellent knowledge, but why did he do so many stupid things? In the eyes of some people, the saint's teachings are just used to perfunctorily?"

After Zhao Ji finished speaking, his eyes closed and leaned against the dragon collapse and continued, "I am just inspired by my feelings. You don't have to remember them in your heart. What is the court talking about today? Li Aiqing, come and get up."

Li Bangyan stood up with a tough needle and said leisurely: "Your Majesty, since the sea politics was cleared, there have been many merchants going into the sea, but various governments have also submitted memorials to complain, saying that since Suzhou and Hangzhou, Quanzhou has opened up a new situation, and a large number of people have not wanted to farm, and many people have thrown their fields to Quanzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou to do work in Quanzhou, and many fields have become deserted." He paused and continued: "For example, in the second year of Yonghe, Qiantang County, Jiangnan Road, collected 90,000 shi of grain, but in the third year of Yonghe, the Ministry of Revenue settlement was only 70,000 shi. The local government not only dissatisfied farming, but instead recruited merchants to take this as political achievements. If this continues, it would be fine for a good year, but when a wasteland year occurs, you are afraid that something will happen. Please ask Your Majesty to make arbitrary decision."

When Zhao Ji heard the word Quanzhou, he couldn't help looking at Chen Ao worriedly and said, "Chen Aiqing, you presided over this Haizheng, what do you say?"

Chen Ao stood up and said, "Your Majesty, what Lord Li said is not wrong. This is not only the Qiantang, but also the entire Jiangnan Road. Moreover, a large number of tenants abandoned the land, which forced the rent of the countryside to plummet. In the second year of Yonghe, tenants had to pay 40 stones of grain to plant ten acres of land. In the third year of Yonghe, the income of tenants was reduced to 20 stones. Many large gentry owners with a large amount of land reduced sharply, and many people sold the land to go to trade. If this continues, I am afraid that several places in Suzhou and Hangzhou and Fujian will no longer be willing to cultivate grain." Chen Ao said lightly: "But then again, although the grain production has decreased, many people have used fertile fields to plant mulberry and silk, but my Song Dynasty caravan also brought a lot of grain from overseas. For example, last year, the caravan brought back 9.4 million stones of grain, which is enough to make up for the deficit. Moreover, the merchants have brought a lot of rice grain from overseas. Weichen has ordered the Haizheng Yamen to try planting. Although the grain production on Suzhou and Hangzhou and Fujian Road has dropped sharply, the grain production in all walks of life can increase production, which is enough to solve the problem of food."

Li Bangyan sneered coldly: "The King of Pingxi is afraid that he has gone too far. Could it be that the grain from outside the country is so rare? Can it increase the yield?"

Chen Ao said solemnly: "It was Li's subordinate who was ignorant. In fact, as early as the time of the late Emperor Zhenzong, my Song Dynasty introduced Chameng rice. This kind of rice seeds are better than the rice seeds of my Song Dynasty. The ears are long and have no razor, and the grains are small, and they are born without choice. The same acre of land, if I can only harvest ten stones of rice seeds from my Song Dynasty, but if I cultivate Chameng rice, I can harvest at least twelve stones. If I don't distinguish between grains from Li's subordinate, how can I know the relationship between rice seeds and grain production?"

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Chapter completed!