Zhao Zhen felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him. He looked down at himself and looked up at Xuan Xuanzi.

"Master of Taoism?"

Xuan Xuanzi came back to his senses, looked at Tai Sui, then looked at the little emperor, and slowly said, "I heard from His Majesty that I am accused of the Tai Sui brothers in private?"

Zhao Zhen nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I am very close to Brother Tai Sui. He has saved my life before."

Xuan Xuanzi looked complicated: "Is this... suitable? If the empress dowager knows, I'm afraid he will blame Tai Sui?"

"No, my mother also likes Brother Tai Sui very much. Even if she knows, she won't be angry." Zhao Zhen waved his hand and smiled disapprovingly.

Xuan Xuanzi raised his eyebrows, his pupils shrank slightly, and for some reason, his heart suddenly became empty and felt a little uncomfortable. He savored it for a moment, and this feeling seemed to be jealous!

Jealous? Am I jealous?

For a moment, Xuan Xuanzi was a little lost.

Fortunately, others did not realize that his mind was not in his mind. Zhao Zhen held Tai Sui's shoulder and said with a smile: "I have no brothers and sisters, and I envy those families with many brothers. Now, I and Tai Sui brothers fell in love with each other when I saw each other, but I was like a brother."

Xuan Xuanzi came back to his senses, looked at the two of them, and suddenly smiled and said, "Your Majesty has no brothers, so I miss you! If Your Majesty really has brothers, it would be unhappy."

"Why do you say that?" Zhao Zhen asked in confusion, but he immediately reacted and smiled, "I understand. Is the Taoist priest talking about the emperor's throne under my butt?"

Xuan Xuanzi smiled but said nothing.

Zhao Zhen was not angry, but his expression gradually became serious: "I know, the Taoist priest meant that the heavenly family was ruthless and could do whatever it took for the throne of the emperor. However, I didn't agree! In my heart, the affection of flesh and blood is always greater than the temptation of power and wealth."

Xuan Xuanzi was shocked, and his smile couldn't help but calm down. He looked at Zhao Zhen with a sincere face, nodded, and said slowly: "I hope Your Majesty can remember what he said today and not change his original intention!"

On the other side, Tai Sui and Yao Guang looked at each other, not knowing why these two people talked about this topic. Tai Sui looked at the serious master, feeling a little confused.

...

Zhao Zhen played in Beidou for a while, and when he saw it getting late, he finally returned to the palace reluctantly.

After returning to the palace, after washing and taking a shower, he did not rest immediately, but came to the Chuigong Hall to read the memorial.

I have to say that although Zhao Zhen is young, he is very diligent. Although he cannot make decisions at this time, and the empress dowager and the Eight Kings still need to make the final decision. Despite this, he is still very serious in handling matters. He must carefully read the memorials he handed over every day and add his own opinions on handling them next to him, so that he can rest with peace of mind.

His attitude and actions were very satisfied with both the Empress Dowager and the Eight Kings and the civil and military officials of the court.

As long as an emperor is diligent and loving the people, in their opinion, he is already a qualified emperor.

As for other aspects, such as ability, talent, experience, etc., these things can be slowly cultivated.

Similarly, if the emperor is lazy in politics, it will be a disaster for the country.

Not long after Zhao Zhen looked through the memorial, an eunuch trotted in and reported: "Your Majesty, the deputy envoy of Liao Kingdom Yi Xin asked for a meeting."

"Yi Xin?" Zhao Zhen put down the memorial, raised his head and thought for a while, nodded and said, "Xuan."

"yes."

The eunuch retreated and came to the door and sang: "Xuan, Deputy Envoy of Liao Kingdom Yi Xin, met with him."

Soon, the deputy envoy of Liao Kingdom Yi Xin walked in quickly and paid a visit to the young emperor: "Yelu Yi Xin of Liao Kingdom, has met His Majesty the Emperor of Song."

Zhao Zhen looked at him curiously and saw that he was handsome and elegant. Although he was tall, he looked like a gentle literati in the long robe of the scholar of the Song Dynasty. If there were any flaws on him, he could only say that his eyes were. Yi Xin's eyes were very big and bright. Although they were a little brown, they were still very beautiful. It was just that such beautiful eyes were a little too agile, which always gave people a feeling that he was always thinking about something.

Zhao Zhen is not old and has no experience in identifying people. However, when he sees Yi Xin's eyes, he instinctively dislikes him.

With this preconceived idea, he was unwilling to be polite and asked directly: "Pretty, Deputy Envoy Yelu, why did you come to the palace to see me?"

Yi Xin's eyes rolled, and his originally respectful expression became angry: "Your Majesty the Emperor, we were ordered to go to the State of Song to be envoyed by Song, and we came with sincerity, but now our national rank has been missing for five days. Foreign ministers suspected that they were detained by Song. They asked His Majesty the Emperor to order the national rank to be released so as not to cause greater misunderstandings."

Ha Fan?

Zhao Zhen sneered in his heart, but his face was pretending to be innocent and looked at Yi Xin with a puzzled look: "I heard that the national teacher of your country went out alone to play, has he not returned yet?"

"This..." Yi Xin was stunned and speechless.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Zhao Zhen's face changed and he said in a solemn voice: "You said you suspected that you were detained by our country, can you have evidence or witnesses?"

"Uh..." Yi Xin began to sweat on his forehead.

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly: "Without any evidence, I dare to come to me to ask for someone. Is it because I am young to deceive me?"

Yi Xin was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "The foreign ministers dare not."

"Don't dare?" Zhao Zhen snorted coldly and scolded: "I ask you, did your national master notify the inn officials according to the rules before going out? Have you obtained permission?"

"This...no."

"Hmph, I didn't give any advance notice and received permission, so I left the inn without authorization. Now that I'm lost, you dare to question me? What a courage!"

Zhao Zhen slapped the table with a bang and glared at Yi Xin.

Hearing the sound inside, two imperial guards at the door rushed over, blocked Zhao Zhen, pointed at Yi Xin with weapons, and exuded murderous aura on their faces.

Yi Xin was full of panic and anxious faces, and saw this and knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty calmed down. It was because the foreign minister said nothing in a hurry. He had no other intentions, no other intentions!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Zhen waved his hand and signaled the imperial guards to retreat. The imperial guards collected their weapons and retreated to the side.

He looked at Yi Xin, who was kneeling on the ground and sweating profusely, almost laughed out loud. He suppressed his smile and coughed, then he put on a serious look and said, "Okay, I know this, I will send someone to help find it. You go back and wait for the news."

"Thank you, thank you."

At this time, can Yi Xin say something else?

He never expected that the little emperor of Song, who had been ignored by him and all the Khitans, would be so tough.

He quickly walked out of the palace gate, wiping the sweat stains on his forehead, and thought to himself, "No, you must notify His Majesty this news as soon as possible. The little emperor of Song State is even harder to deal with than his dead father."

Of course, Zhao Zhen didn't know what Yi Xin was thinking, but when he saw him leaving in a mess, he couldn't help but smile happily.

He smiled for a while, feeling something was missing. After thinking about it, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said to himself: "No, this matter is so fun, it's better to have fun alone than to have fun. I have to tell Brother Tai Sui."

...

"Hidden light: The shadow is one inch shorter than the shadow... Where is the North Pole... Alas, where does it mean?"

In the hall of the Beidouji, Tomiya sat on a chair and thought hard. Yin Guang frowned and paced back and forth in the hall.

Dongming shook his head and sighed: "I have tried it. I can't interpret it either by using the Bagua or the Sixty-Four Hexagrams. These words are fragmented and have no rules at all."

"Oh!" Yin Guang couldn't think of it, so he gave up. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, and said, "Fortunately, Ha Fan was locked in the heavenly prison. No one except him knew this verse, so there was no rush for a moment."
Chapter completed!