Such a conversation atmosphere is obviously not suitable for talking about state affairs anymore. Yingzong Zhao Shu and Wang Jinghui both tactfully avoided those troubled state affairs and shifted the topic to family affairs. Although Yingzong Zhao Shu was very sorry that Wang Jinghui became his son-in-law and became the son-in-law, this title that was very honorable in the eyes of outsiders is undoubtedly a disaster in the eyes of those who are determined to do something. It will completely ruin a person's path to reaching the peak of politics.

Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu admired Wang Jinghui's talents very much, and what he admired even more was his methods and strategies for doing things. Now he knew why every time Wang Jinghui's proposal was always successfully recognized by other ministers. Before each resolution, the prince-consin would write letters to the relevant officials to make separate explanations. In fact, before the Funing Palace was held, the memorial in his hand had been recognized by the ministers. Although this method was simple, it was the most effective.

Although Wang Jinghui is not the son of Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu, he is also Zhao Shu's son-in-law, half of the son, and the husband of his favorite princess of Shu. Although he felt that some things were limited to the ancestor system's mistreatment of Wang Jinghui, he was still pleased that his daughter could find a perfect destination.

Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu could see that the princess of Shu was extremely satisfied with Wang Jinghui, the princess of the princess. The attachment that came out of his heart and the letters traveling between Chuzhou and Biandu every day made Zhao Shu know that one of the things that made him most gratified in his life was to choose a good princess for his daughter. This princess was the world's poems, and even the brothers of Su Shi who had been praised by Renzong were inferior. However, the most commendable thing was that he did not have the bad habit of raising singing girls like other young talented men, and nostalgic for Qinlou and Chuguan. This was similar to the habits of Sima Guang, the chief censor of Zhao Shu, who valued the most, even himself could not compare with him. The only regret was that they were married more than a year ago. The princess of Shu had not yet been pregnant, and the princess of Xu, who got married two months later than them, had been pregnant nine months.

Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu smiled at Wang Jinghui and said, "I have a deep relationship with Shu. I know the land, but I am afraid that Han Qi and I have ordinary thoughts. I hope you can have a child! Take care of the princess of Shu, haha..."

Wang Jinghui did not expect that his father-in-law would mention this matter at this time. He was stunned for a moment, but when he thought about it, he felt relieved: he was almost twenty-five years old, and the princess of Shu Kingdom was nearly twenty-two years old. In this era, it was a common phenomenon for women to be mothers at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and it was a problem for men not to be fathers at the age of twenty. Especially for those who were from officials, if they did not get married or have children at a reasonable age, the crows in the Censorate would think that the official's character was problematic, and it was inevitable to write a letter to impeachment, not to mention that he was already a member of the royal family. Moreover, as the prince-consort, the people in the Censorate had disliked him for such a conspicuous target. Of course, they would not let go of such a small braid. Wang Jinghui thought that he might have already made a spell on his father-in-law's imperial case.

Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu couldn't help feeling a little funny when he saw the prince-consort who was always eloquent and resourceful, who was blushing and unable to speak, but he finally held it back. He knew that Cishou Palace had not used this topic to make fun of the princess of Shu. The couple were good at everything, but they were too tender-skinned. However, for Zhao Shu, his greatest expectation for Wang Jinghui was not only in the country's government affairs, but also in the lives of his family. It seemed that among all the dynasties in China, the relationship between the Song Dynasty's royal families might be the most peaceful. Of course, there were many helpless things happening in the imperial families. But the relationship between the royal family was undoubtedly the best era, which was much stronger than the sword light and sword shadow of the Qing court.

Wang Jinghui didn't expect that he would blush for a day and said with a stuttering voice: "What the emperor taught is that I will definitely live up to the princess..."

When Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu saw Wang Jinghui's embarrassment, he smiled and waved his hand and said, "Son-in-law! Today I am just your Mount Tai, you are just my son-in-law, you don't have to be so polite to the king and the minister!"

After hearing this, Wang Jinghui felt a little relieved and secretly wiped the sweat beads of oozing from his head with his sleeve. Since he arrived in the Song Dynasty, he had not been so nervous. However, he felt this way when he met the princess of Shu in the palace attire. Thinking of the princess of Shu, he felt much more calm. Since getting married, he has been busy with political affairs and is indeed a little careless. He has been unable to stay together for two months of the year. Although it is not his fault, he is still very guilty.

Fortunately, my father-in-law did not continue to go deeper on this issue, otherwise Wang Jinghui would have to jump into the frozen lotus pond next to him to cool down his face. Zhao Shu paused for a moment and said, "Son-in-law, what is the result of taking my pulse with several imperial physicians today?"

When Wang Jinghui was called out alone by Emperor Yingshu, he knew that his father-in-law would definitely ask this question. Anyone would care about his physical health. What's more, as the king of a country, Zhao Shu's health was directly concerned about everyone's attention, and Zhao Shu's body was always sick and weak.

Wang Jinghui organized some ideas and said: "Father, your health seems to be fine in the near future. Although you are a little weak, if you can slowly recuperate according to the prescriptions and suggestions prescribed by the imperial physician, there will be no problem. What the father needs to do now is to calm down. As long as the father is healthy, the tomorrow of the Song Dynasty will naturally be better, and the father does not have to worry!"

Yingzong Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Don't use good words to swear to swear by me. I know that my health is good or bad. There is nothing to say, but it's okay to say it! I just want to hear the truth from you. You are also a famous doctor in the Bian Capital City. I can't believe the nonsense that those imperial physicians said. Otherwise, if there was no virtuous son-in-law beside me to do my best to rescue me last year, I would have followed Emperor Taizu and Taizong!"

Wang Jinghui did not expect that his father-in-law was so serious, but after careful consideration, he decided to give Zhao Shu a secret, which made him feel a little confident, and said, "Father, what he said is true. However, the father's body has long been weak. In the past, the father was busy with the government and did not receive good care, so he had the dangers of last year. However, the father doesn't have to worry, the son has sent people to Bashu and other places to find the needed medicinal materials. At that time, there will be more symptomatic treatment plans to nourish the father's body!"

The current conditions are simple and lack the precision instruments and special drugs from the 21st century. Wang Jinghui can only rely on traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate his father-in-law's condition, and there is no other way. Fortunately, traditional Chinese medicine was influenced by Western medicine and made great progress in special research on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. He can also use the resources at hand to adjust the treatment of Yingzong Zhao Shu's condition. Now he can only look forward to whether the ginkgo leaves are really as magical as in later research reports, and have miraculous effects on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. However, since King Zhao Xu of Ying often drank the ginkgo tea he made for him, he rarely called him a headache, which also gave Wang Jinghui some confidence.

Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu didn't react after hearing this, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was very relieved about Wang Jinghui's medical skills. If there were no such prince consort, the plague that broke out in Kaifeng, Biandu would definitely not have died of only one thousand people. I am afraid that a disaster would have arisen in the most prosperous city in the world. Moreover, the treatment techniques such as surgery and treatment were only achieved by the prince consort. Even the imperial hospital in the palace had to prevent the pills produced by the prince consort's "Jimin Pharmaceutical" from being taken to the royal family to treat the disease. With the prince consort in charge, he felt much more relieved.

Yingzong Zhao Shu asked: "Son-in-law, are there any incomplete medicinal materials in the Imperial Hospital in the Palace?"

Wang Jinghui smiled and said, "Father, the medicine used by the son minister has actually been used by the King Ying. It is a tree's leaf. This tree is called 'Ginkgo'. Its leaves have the effect of unblocking meridians and activates meridians. The King Ying added powder of this leaf to his local tea, so he took it for a long time. Now the King Ying's headache has been greatly relieved. Although his father's condition is different from that of King Ying, it is caused by poor qi and blood. So I sent someone to Bashu and other places to transport more back for my father's treatment!"

Yingzong Zhao Shu smiled and said, "A virtuous son-in-law is really intent. If it weren't for the virtuous son-in-law having such a magical technique, I and King Ying would probably be entangled by this disease! No wonder the virtuous son-in-law refused to join the court to be an official, and being a doctor to save the world and the people was also of great merit!"

When Wang Jinghui saw his father-in-law getting better again, he smiled and said, "My son should do his best to help his father achieve great treatment in the world. It is better to take care of his own clinic one day earlier to carry forward his strengths and relieve more people's illnesses!"

After hearing this, Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu laughed and slapped the table and said, "The son-in-law said it well! 'The world's great rule'! This is exactly the wish of Emperor Taizu Taizong, so that the people of the world can live a good life!"

Wang Jinghui said: "This is not enough. We must destroy the Western Xia in the west, take back the land belonging to our Song Dynasty in the north, and completely realize the unfulfilled wish of Emperor Taizong of Taizong. With the defense of the north, what are the fears of nomadic peoples? Your Majesty will naturally realize the martial arts of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and will shock the foreign races. We have passed on our Chinese civilization to the foreign races, so that they can also know the teaching of poetry and books! My sons believe that the father can let my sons witness all this!"

After hearing this, Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu laughed at his face, and a hint of blush appeared on his face, which was originally pale, and he looked very excited. Wang Jinghui looked at his father-in-law's expression and thought to himself: "As a matter of this, the most concerned thing about ancient emperors is probably martial arts! Being able to show off their power in foreign lands is also the greatest honor of every emperor. The only way to use this "big cake in the air" to "seize" the emperor to strive for strength!"

In Wang Jinghui's heart, the evaluation of Emperor Wu of Han, who had outstanding martial arts in Chinese history, was the same as that of Sima Guang's opinion. They were both garbage goods and were powerful, but the country fell into an invisible disaster. The empire's finances were on the verge of collapse. The people's lives were in a difficult situation. They had to use Sang Hongyang to make money to overcome difficulties. In the end, they abandoned Sang Hongyang as a victim. In contrast, he preferred Emperor Wen and Emperor Jing of Han. Although the grandfather and father of Emperor Wu of Han were not as high as Emperor Wu of Han, they were truly the emperor who loved the people and focused on the development of people's livelihood. The rule of Wen and Jing brought the Han Empire to the peak and left a lot of capital for their descendants to conquer the Huns. This was the emperor that Wang Jinghui admired.

Wang Jinghui's high-profile declaration also aroused the ambition of the originally calm Emperor Zhao Shu. He stood up and said to him: "I should remember what my son-in-law said today, and I will let you see the day when the Song Dynasty is famous all over the world!"

Wang Jinghui smiled and said, "My son believes that his father can fulfill Emperor Taizu's wish, but his father must take care of himself. Only in this way can the Song Dynasty develop stably!"

Yingzong Zhao Shu said with a smile: "Haha. The son-in-law's mouth is so powerful that he is so tight. No wonder you can convince those important officials of the court..."

After the meeting with Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu, Wang Jinghui withdrew. The meeting was undoubtedly successful. His identity as a relative of the foreign country will bring more trouble to him in the future. Therefore, the emperor's trust in him is an important fulcrum for him to continue to realize his ideals. Otherwise, whether he is in the court or in the wild, he will be troubled by those troublesome censors, which is a headache.

Now I have a more open and honest conversation with my father-in-law. Although he might really dominate the Song Dynasty in Kaifeng, Biandu, after resigning from the army of Chuzhou, he doesn't care about his political development at all. After all, this thing is not something you have a thousand years of knowledge to smooth out the gap. Not to mention others, just Old Man Wang's "suppression" technique, he doesn't understand why he has such great power, which has suppressed all the old guys and the forces behind them.

Ten years have passed. It is unreasonable to just say "get the power of the emperor" in history books. After Wang Jinghui "distant" in the political arena of the Northern Song Dynasty for a year, he had a rough understanding of the operation of the current official system of the Song Dynasty. As far as the system like the Song Dynasty was concerned, as long as the emperor was not stupid, it would be a miracle to have powerful ministers who could cover the sky. The ancestors of the Zhao family had rich experience in political struggles. How did they start to be emperors? Naturally, they would be more prepared for this path.

Wang Jinghui thought of the so-called confrontation between the Eight Wise Kings and Grand Master Pang in later movies. It was nonsense that the Song Dynasty could have such a powerful minister. Han Qi's ruling power had reached its peak, but if he had to face the impeachment of the Censor Wang Tao, he still had to pretend to be sick at home. It was a shame to do this as the head of all officials in the Song Dynasty. It was just like when the Prime Minister of the State was automatically dismissed when he was impeached by the Supreme Court in the 21st century. This was something that later generations could not imagine. Even Han Qi was so careful, so Wang Jinghui, who is still a little shrimp, is wiser to be a staff officer behind him and not let the troublesome censors and the Zhijianyuan seize the little braids of their identity as relatives.

Wang Jinghui walked out of Funing Palace, but unexpectedly, someone had already set up a waiting place outside to wait for him. An old eunuch came to Wang Jinghui with a smile and said softly: "Mr. Princess Shu Kingdom is waiting for you in Huishou Palace. Please follow the old slave to go there?"

Since Pu Yi's fight, Wang Jinghui felt numb when he heard about Cishou Palace. Fortunately, both Yingzong Zhao Shu and his son, or his cheap adoptive father Han Qi, were still firm and there was no news. This made him feel much more relieved: You must know that Empress Dowager Cao has a long life. The old lady has an unparalleled deep political background. If such a person is accustomed to him, the consequences must be very serious. At this time, when he received the invitation from Mrs. Cao, Wang Jinghui dared not say "no", so he could only follow the old eunuch to Cishou Palace obediently.

However, Wang Jinghui is not a white jade Guanyin with a flawless body. He is very aware of the power of these eunuchs in the profession of eunuchs in later generations. If he had a choice, he would rather fight with Xixia than be framed by these eunuchs for no reason. So he pulled out four hundred guans of money from his sleeves, and secretly stuffed them to the old eunuch who led the way when there was no one in the palace. Usually when he met a eunuch with some identity, he would give it a hundred guan. The senior eunuch gave some novel objects produced by Xu, but at this time he had nothing but money. The eunuchs in Cishou Palace were all following Mrs. Cao. Seeing that this guy was not young, he was probably a celebrity around Empress Dowager Cao, so he had four hundred guans at one time. These four hundred guans could support a family of three for a year at that time.

Wang Jinghui said, "This old man is a noble family? I came out in a hurry today. There are no strange objects on my body. I will thank you later!" When he said this, even he had goose bumps all over his body. He was the most disliked of gift-giving. In the past, he was asked by the people of Xu or the housekeeper Wang Fu to take care of it. But this was his first time to take action, and of course he felt a little uncomfortable, but in order to establish a good relationship with these "red-headed figures", he had to resist the feeling of vomiting.
Chapter completed!