Han Gang has already retreated, and since he does not support the use of troops against Liao, Zhao Ji has nothing to say to him.

Holding the frame of the sand table with both hands, Zhao Ji's pale face was gloomy, his slightly thin lips were tightly pursed, staring at the undulating terrain on the sand table, and he didn't speak for a long time.

searched all over the court, and none of the important ministers of the two prefectures and the soldiers supported him. The courtiers poured basins of cold water on them, and if the mood of the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty could get better, then it would be called a ghost.

Han Gang's idea is good, waiting for the civil strife in Liao, and the longevity of Yelu Yixin, with an age gap of nearly twenty years, sooner or later he can wait for the death of Da Liao's father. But Zhao Ji is just unwilling, in this kind of comparison, the turtle is stronger than the big insect and the lion.

What if Jeruethin lived to be eighty? That's not to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

Waiting for the right time? Opportunities are to be taken by oneself, not by falling from the sky.

If the border is safe and there is no help from outside, even if they want Yelu Yixin to die day and night, the group of people in the Liao State who are loyal to the old master can only endure it. But if the Great Song Dynasty put on a posture of attacking Liao, and even didn't have to do it, there would definitely be people in Liao who would be inspired and even raise troops.

Zhao Ji didn't believe it, Yelu Abaoji's descendants have been emperors for so long, and there are few loyal ministers who are loyal to his bloodline.

What's more, Yelu Yixin is not a vegetarian goat, it is a man-eating tiger. After waiting for a few years, maybe he will raise troops to invade the south - it's not that he can't do such things.

Yelu Yixin's position was not secure, and in order to suppress people's hearts, victory after victory, as well as the spoils of war after victory, were indispensable means for him to stabilize his position. Taking Da Song as a stepping stone, Yelu Yixin has done it more than once in the past few years.

The Liao people occupied the land between the Black Mountain River, and the land of Xingling also fell into their hands. From Hebei to Hedong to Xingling, the Liao State bordered the Great Song Dynasty on three regions that stretched for thousands of miles.

Such a long border line is conducive to offense but not to defense, and whoever maintains the offensive will have an advantage.

Some time ago, Zhao Ji opened up new territories such as Hengshan and Yinxia north of Hengshan, and went all the way to Ningxia, but he planned to continue to collect the revival spirit. If you want to continue to maintain the defensive position, you don't need to do it at all, wouldn't it be good to directly maintain the situation of the four-way defense of Yanyan, Huanqing, Jingyuan, and Qinfeng.

The first striker, the last striker is controlled by others.

Zhao Ji didn't believe that his Zaifu didn't understand this truth, and with Han Gang's military vision and knowledge, it was impossible not to understand it. But they all chose to wait and watch. It seems that the victory that defeated the Western Xia has exhausted their spirit.

If the status is high, I don't want to work hard, I just want to keep my current position, and there may be other reasons, but no matter how I say it, I am more afraid of Liao.

I didn't expect it to be so difficult to find an important minister who wanted to recover Yan Yun. Zhao Ji stared at the sand table, but the focus of his gaze did not know where to go.

Without the support of the Zaisuke, even if he wanted to make any moves, he wouldn't be able to do anything. And everyone doesn't support it, can we replace them all?

And if he wants to change people, it is too late in time, even if only two or three of them are transferred and replaced with his favorite candidates, it will inevitably take a month or two to stabilize the situation. At that time, the time was too early, and I couldn't catch it back.

Zhao Ji held a sullen breath in his chest, only to feel a panic in his heart, and his head was also faintly painful.

"Official. It's almost time for dinner, if the official family has something else, do you send someone to the Queen Mother to report it? Song Yongchen reminded Zhao Ji in a low voice. After Li Shunju died in Yanzhou City, Song Yongchen spent the most time with Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji shook his head, straightened his waist, and walked silently towards the back of the hall.

Every morning and dusk, Zhao Ji will never forget. Unless there is a major delay, he will go to the Queen Mother sooner or later to say hello. Every few days, Zhao Ji will also go to eat with the Queen Mother to show filial piety. Nothing is an exception, but it will make people speculate.

At dusk, the Baoci Palace was more lively than the rest of the day, in addition to Zhao Ji, the Empress Xiang also brought Shushou and Zhao maids to greet the Queen Mother.

"Father!"

Seeing Zhao Ji, when he greeted the Empress Dowager Gao, a pair of children came up to salute and greet him.

Seeing the childish smiling faces of the children, the clouds in Zhao Ji's heart dissipated for a while.

Zhao Maid is a little thinner than ordinary boys of this age, and her face is pale, so she looks a little inadequate. Far less healthy than his sister next to him. But he has a quiet personality, and he is not as frizzy and active as a child of his age.

Zhao Maid was neatly dressed at this time, but her thin body was wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, and the Qiliang Jinxian crown covered with a sable scarf was worn on her head, which was completely a set of ceremonial clothes on formal occasions.

"How did you study today?" Zhao Ji sat down and asked his son. Coming out of the pavilion to study, he will come out of the inner palace in a few days, and he will appear in front of the courtiers for the first time, so Zhao Ji can't help but worry.

"I just showed it to my grandmother," Zhao said loudly, "Grandmother said okay." ”

"Really?" Zhao Ji pretended not to believe it, "It's because your grandmother loves you that you said that, right?" ”

Zhao maid didn't dare to refute, and looked at the Empress Dowager Gao with a little pity.

"That's good." Empress Dowager Gao said.

"Don't do it again, let your father see it." Empress Xiang urged Zhao Maid.

Zhao Jian stood in the center of the inner hall and showed Zhao Ji the content of the past few days.

Bow, stand respectfully, serve wine, retreat, move, get up, advance and retreat with evidence, meticulous. Obeying etiquette at every step of the way, and mastering the etiquette of the banquet to such a level, there is nothing more to learn

When Zhao Maid stood up after the most slumber, his drooping hands were naturally gathered in the lower abdomen, the drooping wide sleeves did not move at all, and the whole person stood quietly in front of him, Zhao Ji couldn't help but nod and smile, "It seems that I have really learned it." ”

Xiang put her arms around Queen Zhao and said with a smile: "This kid is smart, and he can learn everything." ”

Zhao Ji smiled and nodded, so that he was relieved.

Zhao Ji didn't plan to let Zhao Maid participate in the sacrifice to the sky, with Zhao Maid's body and bones, the cold wind blew for half an hour, and at the mildest it would be a serious illness. However, the palace banquet after that must be played.

For a child who is only five years old, a set of etiquette on a formal occasion such as a palace banquet is also very torturous. If you make a joke at the palace banquet and leave the impression in the minds of the courtiers that you don't practice etiquette, and if you want to redeem it in the future, you don't know how much effort it will take. If it is spread by people with intentions, it is not conducive to taking over the country in the future.

Fortunately, Zhao Maid's performance is not bad, as long as she is not nervous at the banquet, there should be no major problems.

In fact, Zhao Ji didn't want to preside over this southern suburbs sacrifice. Not to mention a whole set of tedious and long ceremonies that make people unable to breathe for half a month after the end, just thinking about the three to five million yuan taken out of the treasury after the end of each suburb is used to reward the property of hundreds of officials and armies, it is distressing to think about it.

——A million yuan of wealth can already support the elite of the 20,000 forbidden army for a whole year. And three to five million guan is enough to fight a big war and open up a state and several counties for the Great Song Dynasty from the border barbarians; or prepare a full set of armor and weapons for a hundred infantry officers and soldiers under command; It is also enough for the daily expenses of the palace for two or three years.

Even if you don't talk about money, who wants to blow a cold wind all day in winter? He also fasted for many days. To go back and forth, you have to sit on the jade chariot where the cold wind is blowing; After arriving at the ground, he had to change his clothes several times, and then climbed the same cold and windy mound alone to perform a set of rituals that lasted for several hours, such as the first offering, the second offering, and the final offering, and the big fur made of black sheepskin did not block the wind at all.

The suburbs worship the heavens, once or twice, they are still in high spirits, and they are excited about the qualifications of the Jedi Tiantong, but after three or four times, it is purely a drudgery to avoid.

It's just that in the past few years, the wind and rain have been smooth, the country and the people have been safe, and the strong enemy Xixia has been destroyed. If you don't thank God, how can you justify it? Even if Zhao Ji wants to be lazy and find an excuse to get rid of it, the courtiers will not agree, and there will inevitably be some unbelievable rumors among the people.

If there is a large-scale disaster at this time, such as the catastrophe that occurred in the last few years of the tenth year of the Xining year, the worship of heaven can be suspended on the grounds that the people are in mind. But even if Zhao Ji was mad, he didn't dare to hope for such a disaster in his heart. What's more, when Xining was seven years old, Zhao Ji did not stop sacrificing to God, at that time, he was bent on asking God and his ancestors to bless him and end the great drought that spread all over the country as soon as possible.

Neglect of government is a harbinger of the erosion of state affairs. Tang Xuanzong Yin Jian is not far away, Zhao Ji will not do such a stupid thing no matter what. He hasn't reached that age yet, not to mention that he still has the ultimate goal of recovering Yanyun.

You can't leave this responsibility to your children and grandchildren, right? Zhao Ji glanced at his son.

Just a set of etiquette, Zhao Jian was already tired and panted slightly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, he was held in the arms of Queen Xiang, and his little face was also flushed, Zhao Ji sighed lightly, "It's not so easy to be a good emperor." ”

Although it is said that it sits on a territory of thousands of miles and rules hundreds of millions of people, the imperial couch on the Daqing Palace is not so comfortable to sit on, and many things are not able to do as you like.

Zhao Jian didn't seem to understand, and looked at his father with wide eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Empress Dowager Gao said, "Official, let's eat, don't delay." ”

The Queen Mother's order changed the atmosphere in the palace, and the palace people immediately became busy.

After dinner in Baoci Palace, Zhao Ji retired first. Coming out of the hall, he asked Song Yongchen behind him, "Who is on duty in the political hall today?" ”

"Back to the official's house, it's Han Wei."

"Go and tell him, what to do when the Liao State mourns the envoy to Tokyo, just follow the story, there is no need to pay any more."