Zhao Kang listened carefully to what Zhao Zeping said, and then said with a light smile on his face, "What the prime minister said is very true, but Luoyang has been in war for many years since the late Tang Dynasty, the city has been seriously damaged, and the economy is withering.
And a large number of granaries near Luoyang have all been burned down by the war, and there is no grain reserve, which is a taboo for building a capital. ” Zhao Zeping bowed, but said in his mouth, "The facilities of Luoyang City are not complete enough, this is true, but Luoyang has four environmental sanitations, many male passes, and the situation is dangerous.
I believe that the ministers will be able to distinguish in their hearts. ” After speaking, he stared at Zhao Kang without flinching, although the two of them were smiling, warm as usual, but brought a cold atmosphere to the court, for a while, all the ministers were silent and no longer spoke, and even cold sweat dripped down, looking left and right, but did not know where to stand.
Fortunately, Zhao Lang stood up from the dragon chair and raised his hand to signal the two not to continue arguing, "Okay, even if you want to move the capital, you have to wait until I go to Luoyang to inspect before making a decision, it's too early to say these things, and you two don't need to argue about it anymore." ” Seeing that the emperor had spoken, the ministers breathed a sigh of relief, and the burden on their shoulders was slightly lifted.
But it was not easy for long, but there was a sudden sound of broken footsteps outside the hall, and when I turned my head to look, I saw seven or eight pointed brims brushing the threshold of the vertical arch hall in turn, and a few young laughter floated in from outside the door, like a cat scratching, grabbing the hearts of everyone one by one.
"Qianli grass, He Qingqing, ten days, no birth" "Hee-hee-hee-hee" "The emperor died, the emperor died" They sang and laughed, and they streamed by, disappearing into the lush bushes in front of the arched hall in front of everyone's eyes.
The civil officials in the court were so frightened by the vision that really appeared in front of them that they trembled, and no one dared to take a step forward, especially when Zhao Zeping, the prime minister of the court, was still arguing with the King of Jin, but now he was hiding behind Zhao Kang, only daring to look out of the hall from his shoulder, and said while watching, "Oh, the old man is old, but it is the first time he has seen these pickled things, which really scares me." ” Zhao Kang saw that he was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, he was angry and funny in his heart, and turned to Zhao Lang and said, "Brother Huang, this thing is very rampant, and now it dares to come outside the Vertical Arch Palace, or let the courtiers go out to meet them for a while, and see what kind of monster it is?"
” But before his words fell, Zhao Lang had already rushed out of the hall one step ahead of him, and what he was holding in his hand was the coiling dragon stick that had accompanied him in the battle for a lifetime, the stick was divided into two sections, one was shorter, the other was longer, and the two sections were connected by iron rings, waving like whips, full of domineering.
Zhao Lang was born as a military general, so after he ascended the throne, he put this coiling dragon stick under the dragon chair in case of emergency.
"Your Majesty, why did you go out in person?"
Seeing that Zhao Lang dared to rush out regardless of his safety, even the courtiers who were brave did not dare to shrink into the palace anymore, so they ran out of the vertical arch hall after him, and chased after Zhao Lang accompanied by a group of inner prison guards.
Outside the vertical arch hall is a neatly trimmed bush, the bush is not high, but it is extremely densely planted, so everyone can only see Zhao Lang not far ahead, but it is difficult to catch up for a while.
Zhao Lang stood in this dark green bush, his eyes swept over the waist-high leaves one by one, suddenly, he heard a "thump" sound on the side of his right foot, and when he looked down, he saw a little man wearing linen and filial piety was holding the upper of his shoes, with a sneer on his face.
He shouted angrily, his body had risen slightly, and the coiling dragon stick swung down from a high place, and turned into several dark shadows in the air, as fast as thunder and lightning, and slashed towards the little man on the ground who was still laughing.
You must know that Zhao Lang learned martial arts with his father since he was a child, and when he was young, he came out to explore the rivers and lakes, visited famous teachers, worshiped masters, and was quite high in martial arts.
He is the best at sticks, and his self-created "Teng Snake Stick" has a total of 36 sticks, known as "a rod and a stick are equal to the body, and the surname of Zhao is to beat four hundred military states".
Even after becoming the emperor later, he personally taught the forbidden army to practice martial arts, and trained all the forbidden troops into martial arts masters, and he was a well-deserved martial arts master.
Therefore, being beaten by him like this, it is estimated that no one will want to come out from under the coiling dragon stick alive.
However, Zhao Lang lost his hand for the first time here: the mud was scattered, the grass roots fell, and on the land in front of him, only a half-foot deep pit was left, and there was nothing else.
The little man was gone, just as it had come, silent, like a speck of dust drifting into the nine heavens, leaving no trace.
Zhao Lang's face changed slightly, his eyes were like electricity, his hand held the coiling dragon stick tightly, and he eagerly searched for the traces of the little man in the bushes.
But he looked back and forth in the bushes several times, but found it nothing.
"Brother Huang," Zhao Kang was the first to rush over, with an anxious look on his face, he stepped in front of Zhao Lang, "These things are very evil, Brother Huang must not be careless." ” Zhao Lang grabbed Zhao Kang's shoulders and pushed him behind him, glanced at him obliquely, and said softly, "You don't have a weapon, don't risk yourself." ” Zhao Kang was just about to say something more, when he suddenly saw a figure moving slightly in front of him, and Empress Song and her personal palace maid Yun Jin were walking towards this side from Yanfu Palace.
When the two saw Zhao Lang from a distance, they bowed and saluted, but before they could stand up straight, Queen Song snorted softly, turned around and looked behind her, and her face instantly became whiter than paper.
Seeing that Empress Song was frightened, Zhao Lang guessed what she saw, so he grabbed the coiling dragon stick and ran towards the front with his feet in the wind, Zhao Kang and the guards who came followed him, and also rushed towards the position where Empress Song was standing in the shouts of the ministers, especially Zhao Zeping.
However, just when Zhao Lang was only a few steps away from Empress Song, she suddenly turned around and exclaimed, "Official, be careful." ” Zhao Lang was slightly stunned, but there were suddenly a few fluttering screams in his ears, he looked down and saw that the group of villains in filial piety clothes were kneeling down at him, crying and kowtowing: "The emperor is dead, the emperor is dead."