Then we will not impeach Zheng Langhegong and continue to advise Zhao Xu to return to Beijing.

Gao Taotao was angry. Being a royal heir may not necessarily mean becoming an emperor. Besides, he was only an adopted son, and at this time he needed the support of Zheng Lang's faction. She sent a central envoy to send her son's letters to the Secretariat. Yunzhou is very close to the capital, and the mother and son wrote a letter almost half a month, with a total of more than twenty letters.

The above records some of the knowledge of governing the country and acting as well as Zhao Xu's physical thoughts taught by Zheng Lang to Zhao Xu. Many of the ideas were ridiculous at the beginning, but in the end the ideas became clearer and more mature, and although they were still immature, they were very considerable.

The officials below flattered the country gentry and blew it around, but only from the last few letters, they already had the style of a wise monarch of a generation. They were a little young, but don’t forget Zhao Xu’s age. Zeng Gongliang said happily: “This is a grand event, and you can give it to the History Museum.”

It is these twenty letters that can see Zheng Lang's gentle and elegant educational methods and ideas, and also see Zhao Xu's leap and growth under Zheng Lang's educational methods.

Han Qi wanted to stop him, but when he thought of the meaning of Gao Taotao delivering the letter to the Secretariat, he stopped at his mouth, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Zeng Gongliang brought the letter to the History Museum for record preservation.

The archives were sent to Zhao Zhen to get it to the inner palace again. Looking at the letter, Zhao Zhen felt a sense of melancholy. No matter how many pushes Zheng Lang secretly used, it could not help Zhao Zhen’s depression. He sighed, his head was empty, and he said silently: “Take it back.”

"Here," the little eunuch carefully took the letter back to the History Museum.

Zhao Zhen said to another eunuch: "Call Concubine Miao."

"Here." Just as the eunuch was about to leave, Zhao Zhen said again: "By the way, call Taotao."

After a while, Gao Taotao and Concubine Miao were brought here.

Zhao Zhen asked them to sit down and said, "Taotao, my health is gone."

"Your Majesty will live a hundred years old."

"Taotao, you don't have to compliment me. You have asked the queen to take foster care in the inner palace since you were young. Although it is not my flesh and blood, I will treat you as half of my daughter."

"yes."

"Shu'er is said to be virtuous outside, but I always feel a little uneasy in my heart. You are weird. There was something I wanted to say to Shu'er, but after thinking about it, I still think it's wonderful to say to you."

"My son dare not."

"It's not that I dare not, this matter is so serious that the rise and fall of the Song Dynasty."

"I listen carefully."

"In the prosperous times of the Song Dynasty, many officials made great contributions to the efforts of the ministers and workers."

"Zheng Gong."

"Well, it's him. But if you make a lot of credit, it will often become an obstacle. Do you understand?"

"My son understands it."

"That's good. If the Song Dynasty wants to continue to prosper, you must use Zheng Lang well. He is only forty-five years old. If you are healthy, you can use thirty years of your life for our dynasty. Even if you are not good, you can use 20 years. And you are loyal to our dynasty and have no way to reach it. But because of its great contribution, it has become a constraint."

"No, Guan Zhong and Zhuge Liang all made contributions to the country, and the way of using it may not necessarily be learned from Emperor Gaozu of Han."

"It's good that I can think of this, but it's not unreasonable that the ancestors' family law do not want powerful ministers to appear. But Zheng Lang has a fatal handle, which can help Shu'er be used smoothly in the future. Do you know whose child Li Gui is?"

Gao Taotao was a little dizzy. She had guessed it a long time ago, but she didn't say it. But why did Zheng Lang tell Sima Guang and Wang Anshi? Why did his uncle tell himself? The ideas of these gentlemen are indeed different.

She asked in surprise: "Whose child is it?"

"Zheng Xingzhi."

“Oh.”

Zhao Zhen said the past lightly and said, "Because he made this mistake, I resigned again and again, and I will be corrected. If I make a mistake, I will be punished. But if I hadn't seen that the country still has many disadvantages, I would probably have dismissed and retired. I will tell you the truth now, and you can grasp the truth yourself. Go."

"Here." Gao Taotao left with great sorrow. If his uncle could say this, his life would probably not last long. But he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow in his heart.

Concubine Miao complained in the hall: "Why do you have to say it?"

"It is for the country and for the slave. I advised her to remarry, but Xingzhi advised her to remarry, but they didn't listen. She is my eldest daughter, and I want to see her happiness."

Concubine Miao refused to answer sadly.

"Come on, let me burn some paper thread for Fang'er, Xin'er, and Xi'er."

"good."

Two people came outside to burn paper money. This year there was snow, and the snow was falling. The cold wind was howling. The paper money and snowflakes flew in the cold wind. Looking at the fire, Zhao Zhen said, "If it is Fang'er, Xin'er, Xi'er, any of them is alive, it will be bigger than Xu'er."

"Um."

Then, two people are silent.
Chapter completed!