June 28th.

rainstorm.

After dawn, thunder suddenly rolled and a strong wind blew, and a heavy rain poured in. All the civil and military officials who had already gotten up early to prepare to go to court could only stay at home and stare at the white rainstorm and thunders and lightnings one by one.

In the Funing Hall of Danei, the emperor Zhao Yun, who was also waiting to attend court, was anxious to walk around the room and was in a state of peace. Although his gray hair was neatly combed and his bright yellow dragon robe was neat and clean, the crown covered with pearls was thrown on the desk table, and the jade belt tied with court uniforms was also thrown on the Hu bed. His whole body was very bad in complexion and mood.

This time the Mongolian soldiers were in a hurry, which was the most stressful time he felt since he became emperor.

Twenty-five years ago, after Shi Miyuan passed away, he began to take power. At that time, he was ambitious to revive the Song Dynasty, dismiss Shi Dangcheng's administration, rectify the financial accumulation of military salaries, and the following year, he was even more embarrassed to destroy the Jin Yixu Jingkang. However, the failure of Duanping to Luoyang defeated him and was depressed. Facing Mongolia, which was stronger than the Jin people, Zhao Yun, who was beaten up, realized that he was not the real master of Zhongxing, and it would be better to hide in Lin'an and continue to live.

And this time, he has been a full twenty-five years, and he has gone from a young man with a strong spirit to an old man over 50 years old.

Half of his life as an emperor can be said to be wasted.

The more than 20 years of peace, his ambitions were gradually worn out, and he began to indulge in wine and sex, and he chose a group of beautiful women, and the harem was filled with thousands of young and beautiful concubines and beauties. He was not satisfied, and under the temptation of eunuchs such as Dong Songchen, he began to recruit prostitutes and escorts.

He originally thought that he could live a long life in such drunkenness and dreams.

But when the news came that the Mongolian Khan personally led his troops to attack Sichuan, he realized that it was impossible for him to live in this world, and others had to accompany him to live in peace. But it was obvious that the Mongolians were born to be unable to survive. What they were best at was burning, killing, looting, and if they were dependent on it, they would have no food to eat.

Therefore, in the face of the Mongol invasion, Zhao Yun felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety and fear.

Moreover, the court did not come up with a good strategy to retreat to the enemy for several days, and he was also disappointed with the civil and military officials of the court.

Unfortunately, Meng Gong, the most powerful anti-Mongolian, died, and Yu Jie, who was guarding Sichuan, also died.

When thinking of Yu Jie, perhaps because of guilt, Zhao Yun's face trembled a few times.

"Why are the officials so anxious..."

Just as Zhao Yun was walking around in the room with his hands behind his back, a slight sound of footsteps outside the Funing Palace came. Then a woman wearing a long skirt of red soap and crimson gauze and a jade hairpin and a beaded in her head, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hands, followed by two young and beautiful palace maids, each holding an incense burner and Yu Ruyi.

Although the woman is well maintained, she is actually quite old. She is already forty-eight years old this year and is Zhao Yun’s queen Xie Daoqing.

"Why is my wife coming so much?" Zhao Yun saw his true wife, and the anxiety on his face was also restrained and a lot.

"Today's big court, but it happened to rain heavily. I was worried that the official family would suffer from the wind and cold when they were in the rain. So I came over to see you, and I saw you walking around the room from a distance. Could it be that you encountered something unpleasant?" Xie Daoqing stepped forward and gently supported Zhao Yun and said.

"Oh, my wife must have heard that the Mongolian soldiers are in danger. Now the Sichuan roads are in danger. The court has discussed for half a month but cannot come up with a good countermeasure. I am very anxious!" Zhao Yun sat down on Hu's bed and said with a sad face.

"I don't know much about military and national affairs, but I'm in a hurry to follow the power. There is no need to take everything to the court for discussion. Your Majesty only needs to summon a few magistrates to discuss, otherwise they may be quarreling!" Xie Daoqing patted Zhao Yun's back and comforted him.

"I said that, but the military affairs of the government...ah..." Zhao Yun sighed and shook his head.

As the saying goes, the Song Dynasty has always implemented the strategy of using civil servants to control military affairs, but there are too few civil officials who are proficient in military affairs. Even if there are, most of them are sent to other places, with several people involved in the affairs of the magistrate and the affairs of the Privy Council. However, the distance cannot relieve the thirst in the near future. Hundreds of officials in the court cannot find someone who can help him solve his problems.

The only one who wrote two memorials to analyze the Mongolian invasion was aware of the great Duke of Chongguo Wu Qian, five days have passed, but he has been delayed in reporting the court.

There is a sudden heavy rain now, and it is estimated that Wu Qian will not be able to reach the capital today!

"Report~ Your Majesty, I'm waiting for the order outside the Duke of Chongguo Palace!" Suddenly, an eunuch ran to the outside the Funing Palace with wet all over and reported.

"Duke Chong is here, please go to Chuigong Hall quickly, I will be there soon!"

Zhao Yun stood up in a hurry and started wearing a hat and belt around his waist. Xie Daoqing and the two palace maids also helped. They quickly finished cleaning up. Zhao Yun's face was almost gone invisible. He said to Xie Daoqing with a relaxed expression: "Madam, let's go back to rest for now, I will go to see Duke Chong!"

"Don't Chongguo Duke is in Qingyuan Mansion? Why did he suddenly come to the capital?" Xie Daoqing was still in the dark.

"I will explain this to you later, I'm leaving..."

Zhao Yun hurried out of Funing Hall, and a group of eunuchs and guards quickly followed with hats and umbrellas. The scene seemed a little chaotic. He walked through several palace gates along the corridor and then arrived at the Chuigong Hall.

The palace in Lin'an is not large, it only occupies a small part of Phoenix Mountain, with a radius of only nine miles. It also inherits the palace structure of the former Wuyue Kingdom and has not been renovated and expanded on a large scale. Therefore, both the emperor's bedroom and the concubine's bedroom are very small. The emperor, the empress dowager, the queen, the concubines and other families are crowded in it. In addition, the office spaces of more than ten major inner yamen such as palace maids, guards and eunuchs, look even more crowded. Some so-called palaces are actually not as good as houses in some wealthy families in Hangzhou.

The Funing Hall is the main hall of the bedroom, which is the place where the emperor rests on weekdays. On the right is the Qinzheng Hall, which is close to the palace gate and the court. It is used for small court meetings and temporary offices on weekdays. On the left is the Chugong Hall, which is used for temporary reception and negotiations on important state affairs.

Whether it is the Qinzheng Hall or the Chugong Hall, the layout is very small, with low steps, dilapidated bricks and stones, and the corridors and halls are bumpy and not flat.

Overall, the palace of the Song Dynasty was the coldest in all dynasties, but the emperors of all dynasties did not plan to expand the palace because demolition disturbed the people. Not only did the people not satisfied, but the emperor also felt guilty. So sometimes it was left alone after discussion. After more than a hundred years, Hangzhou, as the capital, has developed more and more prosperously, and there are more and more tall buildings, but the palace looks more and more dilapidated. Standing on the top of the mountain outside the city, looking at Hangzhou, the Great Inner Palace on Phoenix Mountain is like a gathering place for civilians, with more trees and no momentum at all.

Of course, apart from the palace without momentum, most of the emperors of the Song Dynasty did not have momentum.
Chapter completed!