Chapter 466 Is Song Dynasty Dead?

Shen Long sat on the cloud and looked at the two of them. After a few months, when these historical facts were confirmed one by one, they would probably believe in themselves, right? As for this period of time, I'd better go to Da Song to have a look around. Only by seeing it with my own eyes can I know how to change this era.

After leaving Kaifeng, Shen Long found a place where no one was around, and walked towards the city in front of him unhurriedly; while Wang Anshi and his son also returned to the motorcade at this time, preparing to enter Kaifeng.

Four years after Zhiping, it will be the first year of Xining. In the blink of an eye, it is already February, and Wang Anshi, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, has been in the academy for more than three months; Books and documents used by the court, and also served the emperor on tours, acting as consultants, actually serving as the emperor's secretariat and staff officers.

This is a very critical position. Many ministers and ministers have gained the trust of the officials in this position. With Wang Anshi's qualifications and reputation, everyone in the court knows that it is only a matter of time before he proclaims the prime minister.

"Jiefu, the government has an order for us to draft an edict to confer the title of Ruomeng, the son of Confucian Emperor Kong Zong, as the master of Xintai County, and to succeed him as Duke Yansheng." Lu Gongzhu, another Hanlin scholar from the academy, hurried in and said, Hearing similar news, Wang Anshi would immediately arrange for someone to do it, but today his expression was a little dazed.

"Jiefu?" Mr. Lu couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, this is not the first time he has seen Wang Anshi's expression, isn't it because Xuanma is about to pay homage to the prime minister? In his impression, Wang Anshi was not someone who would be disturbed by such things.

Today seems to be Yimao Day, right? Even one day is not bad, Wang Anshi's mind is full of texts from the fragmented pages of "Song Shilu", which clearly read, "In Yimao in the second month of the first year of Xining, Kong Zong wished Zi Ruomeng as the head of Xintai County. book, inherit Fengyan Shenggong."

After finally arranging for someone to draft the imperial decree, and after reviewing it with Lu Gongzhu and handing it in, Wang Anshi couldn't hold back the panic in his heart, rejected Lu Gongzhu's invitation to have a drink, and hurried back home.

"Father, my son received news today..." Wang Yu, who has now been promoted to Crown Prince Zhongyun and storyteller in Chongzheng Palace, has a more serious face than him.

The post of storyteller in Chongzheng Palace was responsible for explaining Confucian classics to the emperor. Although the official position was low, it was extremely important, and he could often see the emperor. This shows that the officials attached great importance to the father and son of the Wang family.

"Speak in the study!" Wang Anshi raised his hand to stop Wang Yu's words, and entered the study with him. The old housekeeper personally guarded the door of the study, and drove the servants away to ensure that no one could hear them. dialogue.

Wang Anshi took out the key from his bosom, opened the cabinet, went out to another box, changed another key and continued to open it. After repeated attempts, he took out the broken pages and flipped through a few pages. The above records about Yan Shenggong and recent events things are exactly the same.

"Father,

Hai'er received the news today that the messengers of Xixia's condolences have arrived in Shaanxi Province. It is said that the posthumous title they gave Liang Zuo is Zhaoying; Even the posthumous name can be guessed so accurately, Hai'er really doesn't know what to say. "

"Look at this, today the officials asked the academy to draft an edict, the meaning is exactly the same." Wang Anshi put the fragmented page on the table, and pointed heavily at the one referring to Yan Shenggong.

"From December last year to now, the above things have been confirmed one by one, and there is no mistake. Even Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng are far inferior, right? Where did this Mr. Shen Long come from?" Wang Yu asked again. Speaking of this problem that has troubled them for a long time, similar things have happened continuously in the past few months, and his father and son are simply suffering.

After talking for a while, Wang Yu had no choice but to change the subject, and talked about another very important matter. The intention of the officials to summon Wang Anshi to Beijing has gradually become clear, which is to use Wang Anshi's reputation to wipe out the world's bad governance. Perhaps in the near future he will be matched more and more, Wang Anshi must prepare in advance.

"If I didn't have these, I would have been prepared, but when I remembered what Shen Long said at the beginning, I would not dare to act rashly." Wang Anshi once again said the two words that he was very afraid of, "He is talking about Shenzong. !"

According to the law of posthumous posthumous titles, there are many meanings of the word "Shen". People who are incompetent are called gods; people who do nothing are called gods; Anren Lizheng is called gods; It is called God; it is called God if it responds to a distant place, it is not sick but quick, it is called God; it is called God if it is capable of wonderful things;

Shenzong contains the meaning of unfinished reform and insufficient achievements. These two words seem to indicate that the reform led by Wang Anshi is doomed to fail. Without these fragments, Wang Anshi would definitely ignore Shen Long's statement, but these few fragments of "Song Shilu" Every item on the page has been clearly identified, so Wang Anshi has to hesitate, should he continue to carry out this reform that seems destined to fail according to his previous ideas?

"Father, it's already February. The man said that he would come back on the fifth day of March. We might as well ask him for a few more books and see if we can crack it." When I went to Shen Long's place, it was a pity that I didn't find anything, and I returned empty-handed every time.

"That's all there is to it!" Wang Anshi sighed, locked the broken pages again, and then took out the "Book of Nothing to Do in a Hundred Years in This Dynasty" that he had prepared for a long time and carefully revised it. As a Confucian, even if he knew that this matter was doomed to fail, He also won't give up easily.

On the fourth day of March, Wang Anshi's father and son asked for leave together, and left Kaifeng City with their trusted servants. They came to the mountain bay where they met Shen Long again. They scattered the servants and made sure no one entered this place, and then lit a bonfire. Silently waiting for Shen Long's arrival.

At three o'clock in the morning, the east had just turned pale, when Shen Long landed in front of them on a cloud, and with another bang, the crystal palace-like house appeared in front of them again. .

Wang Anshi and his son hurriedly got up, straightened their clothes and walked to the door. Shen Long stood at the door and looked at them with a smile, "Oh, I'm so sorry that Mr. Linchuan and his son have been waiting for a long time."

"Dare to ask Immortal Shen, my Great Song Dynasty is dead?" Now Wang Anshi didn't care about his silence, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed Shen Long's arm tightly, and asked repeatedly.

"Mr. Linchuan, may I ask if there is an immortal dynasty?" Shen Long chuckled and asked rhetorically instead of answering.

Wang Anshi and Wang Yu's eyes turned red when they heard the words, and they were on the verge of tears. The Qin, Han, Jin, Tang and Five Dynasties, these dynasties have all become a thing of the past, and the Song Dynasty seems to be doomed not to be spared!