In the Northern Song Dynasty, it was snowing heavily. Jingde Palace, Kaifeng Prefecture.
"Crown Prince, I'm afraid His Majesty won't be able to make it.”
A eunuch bowed to a handsome young man and said softly.
Crown Prince?
His Majesty?
The young man was a little dumbfounded as he looked at the scene in front of him.
After confirming that he had transmigrated, a long string of memories of this body came flooding back.
Zhao Xu! He had the same name as him.
In other words, he had transmigrated to the divine sect of the Song Dynasty.
At this time, the Song Dynasty had been established for ninety-seven years. The empire was exhausted. It emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts. There were many officials and bloated institutions. Although the economy was strong, it could not make ends meet.
Strong enemies surrounded them. There was the powerful Khitan of Liao in the north, the Tubo of Xixia in the west, and the restless Jiaozhi and Dali in the back.
"Crown Prince, the Prime Minister has invited you to the Funing Palace. I'm afraid His Majesty can't do it.”
The young eunuch continued. He felt that the Crown Prince was a little abnormal today. He looked a lot more wooden.
"Got it."
Zhao Xu quickly adapted to his new identity.
Now that Zhao Shu of Song Yingzong was on his last breath, he would take over the Song Dynasty.
Outside the palace gate, it was snowing heavily.
Eunuchs and serving girls carrying lanterns lined up in a row, while the imperial guards led the imperial army to clear the way.
Funing Palace.
When Zhao Xu arrived, Zhao Shu of the Song Dynasty was already dead.
"The Emperor has passed away!"
With the old eunuch's sharp cry, the entire Funing Palace burst into tears.
Song Yingzong had been ill for a long time, and his death was expected, even though he was only thirty-eight years old.
A country cannot go a day without a king.
At Funing Palace, Empress Dowager Cao and Empress Gao were in charge of the funeral affairs of Emperor Yingzong, while in the Hall of Great Celebration, Zhao Xu was officially enthroned under the escort of important officials of the court.
"Long live, long live, long live!"
From Prime Minister Han Qi down, more than 230 important officials of the court knelt in front of the throne room.
Zhao Xu was wearing a crown and a red dragon robe.
"Ding-dong. The One Ancient Emperor System has been activated!”
"Host, Zhao Xu."
"Year, 1067."
"Emperor title, Song Shenzong."
"Age: 19."
" Main Mission: Destroy the Khitans, Xixia, Tubo, Dali, Jiaozhi, India, Conquer the Byzantine Empire, Francia, Persia…"
Song Shenzong!
At this moment, Zhao Xu was sure that he had really become the emperor of the Song Dynasty.
It was truly a troubled time. The Great Song was in a golden age, and undercurrents were surging.
After the failure of Song Renzong's Qingli New Deal, the whole country was conservative and muddled along.
Fan Zhongyan and Bao Zheng were already dead, and the only minister left was Ouyang Xiu, who had been demoted to Chuzhou.
However, Ouyang Xiu was not a resolute reformist.
No matter what, this was an era of talents. Wang Anshi, Sima Guang, Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi, Su Xun, Su Zhe, Huang Tingjian…
It was just that they lacked generals. The Northern Song Dynasty lacked generals, and the Southern Song Dynasty lacked ministers. Before Zhao Xu transmigrated, he was a university student in the History Department, so he was very familiar with the Song Dynasty.
At present, there was no one in the imperial court who was working hard to reform. The entire court was abiding by the laws of the ancestors.
However, the ancestral law emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts. The power and status of generals were far inferior to civil officials and scholar-bureaucrats.
Although the army had 1.4 million soldiers, there were only a few who had combat strength.
Eight hundred thousand Imperial Army soldiers, three hundred thousand prefectural soldiers, and three hundred thousand rural and foreign soldiers were basically just for show. The old, weak, sick, and disabled were very popular.
Among the civil officials, Prime Minister Han Qi was a crafty old fox, Governor Sima Guang was extremely conservative, Su Dongpo was the governor of Hangzhou, and he also had the title of Imperial Academy.
Fortunately, there was still Wang Anshi. Right now, Wang Anshi was the Jiangning Prefecture's Jiangdong Criminal Prison and Zhizhou.
The reform could not be delayed!
Looking at the ministers kneeling below, Zhao Xu decided to start the great reform.
"Beloved ministers, rise!" Zhao Xu said slowly.
"Your Majesty, the previous emperor has passed away and the world is in peace. Please grant amnesty to the world to calm the people.”
Prime Minister Han Qi spoke first.
"This is a custom. You guys do as you are told. Zhen is going to see Imperial Father's face now.”
Zhao Xu, accompanied by his personal eunuch, moved down to Funing Palace.
According to Zhao Kuangyin's system, the newly ascended emperor had to see the Oath Stele of Ancestor immediately.
Zhao Xu knew the contents of the Oath Monument. The Oath Monument was in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, not far from the Funing Palace.
After seeing the remains of Emperor Yingzong of Song, Zhao Xu came to the Imperial Ancestral Temple under the protection of the leader of the Imperial Army.
According to the rules, an illiterate eunuch would open the door to the room where the Oath Monument was placed in the ancestral temple. Then, Zhao Xu would walk in alone.
The Oath Stele was seven feet high and more than four feet wide.
The content of the oath:
First, Chai's descendants guilty can not be increased punishment, only in prison to give all, can not be killed in the market Cao, can not be implicated in the crime.
Second, do not kill scholar-bureaucrats and those who write letters to discuss political affairs.
Third, never pay taxes.
Zhao Xu smiled. These three were the so-called ancestral techniques.
How could such a so-called ancestral rule be abided by? If it was abided by, what was the point of being an emperor?
The dead wanted to restrain the living. It was ridiculous.
Zhao Xu walked out of the ancestral temple with his hands behind his back. The snow had already stopped, and the northwest wind was howling in the air above Bianliang.
The officials were waiting outside with bows. None of them knew what was written inside.
Looking at the new emperor who was full of ambition, those important officials felt stunned, puzzled, and a little respectful.
The current Tian Zi was completely different from the Zhao Xu when he was still the Crown Prince.
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