After subduing these powerful and arrogant officials, Yu Ping glanced at the lecturer on the stage. The lecturer noticed his eyes and did not make a sound, but just nodded slightly.

Yu Ping smiled at him with encouragement, then turned around and walked out of the room.

After leaving the house, he arranged some more detailed tasks, and then ordered people to prepare horses and immediately went to the palace to see the emperor.

He has met Zhao Huan every day for the past few months and has been familiar with the imperial guards guarding the palace gate. When he saw him coming, he didn't want him to talk too much. An officer immediately went to the door to spread the news. After a while, a small eunuch came out and said to him in a quiet voice: "Your Majesty said, I'll see you in the garden."

Yu Ping ignored it and just clasped his fists at the officer who was rumored to thank him, and followed the eunuch to the inside.

When he passed by, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw the officer wearing a bronze medal on his shoulder, and a little gilded gold star was engraved on it, which was very beautiful. He was slightly surprised, stopped and asked, "What kind of ornament is this on the general's shoulder, so beautiful."

The officer grinned and replied, "Sir, this is the military position. The last general is a general, so there is no deputy general, it is four silver moons."

Yu Ping pondered: "This is fresh, whose idea is it?"

"This is Your Majesty's opinion. We are all considered leaders of the imperial guards with swords. Your Majesty said that after the Jingkang year, most of the old people around us are not there. Most of us are drawn from the bottom. Not only are the soldiers not recognized by the generals, but even the Majesty cannot fully recognize them. How can this be achieved? Is it possible to identify the sign on the shoulders? Whether it is the chief general, deputy general, or the commander of the general, can be seen at a glance."

Speaking of this, he pointed to a small bronze medal on his chest and smiled and said, "Look, there is also the name and position of the last general on it, which can be clearly seen at a glance."

Seeing Yu Ping take a look, the general smiled and said, "Your Majesty is so wise that he can think of such a good way. He can call out our names even if he is a far away. Even if he is a lower-level officer, His Majesty can call out his names at once, and know the situation of each family. Ask him about his well-being. Everyone said, Your Majesty is such a rare holy lord!"

"General Xiao Donglou, General Xiao?"

"It's the young player."

The general obviously knew that Yu Ping was a celebrity around the emperor and might have great uses in the future. He didn't care that his remaining official rank was higher than Yu Ping. He was very polite and did not have the aura of the emperor to bring a sword guard in front of him.

Yu Ping thought about the emperor's intentions in his heart, but he felt that it was not that simple. It was just that his knowledge could not surpass the times. After thinking about it for a while, he just couldn't understand the key points.

He immediately replied to Xiao Donglou: "What he said is right, and the lower officials were also impressed."

After saying that, he bowed to the general and entered the young eunuch who had been waiting for a long time.

Walking along the way, Yu Ping sighed in his heart, if it were a few months ago, how could such a general look at him? Now, not only Xiao Donglou, but even a big boss in the court, what could he do?

He sneered, and when he was proud, he somehow thought that he had been an official for more than ten years, and had been depressed and unsuccessful. If it weren't for the emperor's occasional appreciation, a decades-old man would not know when he would be able to make a breakthrough!

But he never thought that he had talent and knowledge, and that the emperor could appreciate and use him was his unfairness.

Zhao Huan was an official for many years in his previous life. What kind of character and talent are among his subordinates? Is he good at talking and communicating, willing to do practical things, or is he vain and unrealistic, or has a strong backer and backstage behind him. He can see the past at a glance and he will definitely be inseparable from all sides.

When Yu Ping met the emperor that day, his attitude was obviously an unsuccessful little bureaucrat. He was still clear about his conversation and his eyes passed by, and he was obviously depressed and unwilling to accept it. If such a person is not used for use, wouldn’t it be too wasteful?

However, when promoting and using it, the emperor naturally could not be so thoughtful. After a few bowls of miscellaneous soup, he taught Yu Ping a few lessons to the creed of loyalty and integrity, and then assigned important tasks. Although the grade was not much raised, not only Yu Ping, but also the other guards and several priests from the Political Affairs Hall knew that this person would definitely be of great use.

He walked along the way and bypassed several small gates of the courtyards. The guards along the way knew Yu Ping and knew that he was a celebrity around His Majesty, so he did not investigate too much and let him go all the way.

When he arrived at the back garden of the former Jingliuyi Yamen, Yu Ping looked away from afar and saw the emperor sitting on a grass in the garden copying and writing, he stood up for a moment and did not dare to disturb him.

In order to save money, Zhao Huan refused to add bricks and tiles to the entire palace. Although the pattern of this back garden remained unchanged, in order to relieve the spirit in his spare time, he still invited many craftsmen to repair it. He spent more than a thousand guan to clean the small garden, and it was staggered and arranged, with mountains, rocks and waters spread across it, which was very beautiful.

The weather is sunny today, and Zhao Huan also thought of it. He ordered people to set up a desk in this backyard, grind the pen and ink, and picked up the pen and word by word, according to Zhao Ji's manuscript, word by word.

Around him, there were a few blooming wintersweets, bursting in fragrance, surrounding the left and right. Not far from the grass, and on the edges of several rocks, two cranes were combing their snow-white feathers.

The weather is good. Although it is still early spring, today's sunshine is very warm and it sprinkles on people's hands, making people feel extremely comfortable.

What made many calligraphy enthusiasts in later generations even dumbfounded, and even drooled was that the tables in front of Zhao Huan were all handwritten by Song Huizong Zhao Ji.

Due to limited conditions, many calligraphy works of Zhao Ji were not found. He only copied the calligraphy and memorials he gave to the ministers and approved documents and memorials, picked up the good ones and collected several booklets so that Zhao Huan could copy them.

When the emperor gave the task, it was the time for the Political Affairs Hall to be responsible for the order. The Hanlin scholar Wang Yongcheng personally searched everywhere and reported it to Li Gang and the ministers, and presented it to the emperor for the imperial examination.

The reason why I am so cautious is that it is simple.

The current emperor Zhao Huan, the supreme emperor of the Song Dynasty, did not know how to write calligraphy.

Zhao Huan inherited his father and was very interested in calligraphy since he was a child. His beautiful calligraphy was only slightly inferior to his father in artistic achievements. During the years when he inherited the throne, many of his works were also circulated in the palace, which were widely circulated among the scholars and officials.

When he was in Wuguocheng, he did not need to write. After returning to Shaanxi, he faced the severe situation of the Battle of Fuping. He entrusted Zhang Jun with trivial matters, and the appointment of officials was not adjusted. Occasionally, a few close servants wrote notes to do it.

When the situation is stable, although you can summon several new imperial edicts and Hanlin scholars to carry out the edicts and draft edicts when handling government affairs, as emperors, there are always times when you have to write them yourself.

At first, Zhao Huan was not concerned, but later this situation became more and more frequent. He got up late at night and wrote a few strokes, but had to burn it immediately.

God is pitiful. He has practiced for several years in his previous life, but who later wrote with this romance? Looking at the font like a dog crawling, he couldn't laugh or cry while not watching it.

In any case, the emperor who used to write a beautiful word now is like a dog crawling, so how can he not explain it?

Therefore, during an accidental trip, the emperor accidentally fell off a horse and injured his finger bone. Although he was not seriously injured, he often trembled inexplicably, unable to hold the pen or write.

At the same time, he secretly ordered Zhao Ji and his calligraphy works to see if they could make progress in the short-term attack.

It was only when he faced it that he knew how stupid his approach was. Even if he gave Zhao Ji's beautiful thin gold character, even if he was given twenty years, he might not be able to copy it well. At most, he could get the physical and meaningless character. However, the real Zhao Huan's calligraphy is not something he could learn from.

So he had no choice but to tremble his hands to show his subordinates when he was free, or to act like copying calligraphy when he was free, but ended up being unable to hold the pen.

Only in this way can people not dare to be suspicious.

When Yu Ping arrived, Zhao Huan waved his hand and turned it softly. After barely holding the pen, the pen twisted around and turned out to be in a state of distortion. He said to the young Hanlin scholar Wang Yongcheng with a bitter face: "I didn't expect that today is the same, but the pen is not in a word!"

Wang Yongcheng knew that the emperor was sad. Although he was young, less than thirty years old and was not as old as the emperor, he was already a well-educated man. He was still the one who was chosen by Zhao Huan himself in the autumn and autumn. Because of his good handwriting, literary and literary, he was honest and honest. Therefore, he was a Hanlin scholar, explained the documents and rules to the emperor, and was occasionally responsible for drafting edicts. With the idea of ​​a literati, he could not write with his pen, which was naturally extremely painful. Therefore, he said to the emperor in a very careful tone: "Your Majesty do not have to be bothered. Poetry and calligraphy are the path. The emperor is the only one who rules the world. There are ministers who will write edicts. Why should Your Majesty hold the pen?"

In this case, if it were the real Zhao Huan, it would be impossible to make a fuss. His father loved calligraphy the most throughout his life, and even became obsessed with it. As a filial son, he has achieved great success in his calligraphy, so how could he tolerate people criticizing so arrogantly?

At this time, Zhao Huan smiled and said to the young man in a gentle tone: "You are very kind, I understand."

Wang Yongcheng also smiled shyly. He knew that he was not a censor and did not want to say more.

"Your Majesty, Yu Ping, the teacher in the hall, has arrived."

"Oh, call him over."

Zhao Huan raised his eyebrows, and the original expression of relaxed and comfortableness had disappeared. He first whispered: "Wang Qing, retreat, I will call you in if I have something to do."

Then when I turned my face, the smile on my face had changed, but it was different from the moment, and it was even more obvious, making people look at it like a spring breeze.

Although Wang Yongcheng felt a chill in his heart even though he looked at such a smile. He immediately saluted and bowed to the emperor. He hurriedly called Yu Ping who came up and then hurriedly left.

Seeing Yu Ping looking at Wang Yongcheng who was slowly moving away, he looked at Wang Yongcheng's back toward him and his shoulders were still shaking, obviously he was staring at him. Seeing this honest man like this, Zhao Huan felt extremely uncomfortable.

Yu Ping dared to contradict the officials in the court and dared to scold the leaders of the country. One was Zhao Huan who delegated power to him, and the other was that this person had a snake-like temperament.

Yes, his eyes are like snakes, cunning and cruel. Inadvertently, this person's eyes seem to be able to penetrate the bones of human beings.

This person has always been unsuccessful, and this characteristic may be one of the reasons. No one wants to put a snake next to him unless he is extremely confident in his wrists.

Zhao Huan had this confidence. This time, he wanted to be a snake-fighter.

Looking at the radiant look, Yu Ping knelt in front of him with a proud look on his face. Zhao Huan smiled and said slowly: "Yu Qing, I am very happy to hear that you have done your work today."

Yu Ping kowtowed and said, "I am just serving Your Majesty, and I dare not avoid this."

Zhao Huanxian said: "Get up."

The emperor called you and me to his ministers, which was a very close expression. Yu Ping was delighted and quickly stood up.

But the emperor pondered: "It seems that today I am a waste of talent to you. This class is just about doing the rules. The rules are dead. No matter how you do it, it is just like that. Today, I intend to set up another department outside the pedestrian department to conduct full-time inspections of officials. Anyone who commits corruption, dereliction of duty, surrenders to the enemy, or deceives the superiors can be investigated."

This appointment was much better than being a teacher in the study class. Yu Ping was overjoyed and almost waved his hands. He knelt down again and said, "I am willing to take on such an important responsibility!"

It is true that personality determines destiny. Yu Ping took such an appointment without thinking about it and immediately took it down.

Zhao Huan sneered in his heart, his tone became more gentle, and he said, "I will arrest you for human rights and examine human rights. It is okay to arrest people after news. But remember one thing, don't use torture. Don't make yourself like Zhou Xing, like Lai Junchen, do you understand?"

Yu Ping was a little surprised at first. When he saw Zhao Huan smile and blinking his fingers, he was playing the class rules of the study class. He was happy for a moment and immediately replied loudly: "I understand!"

"Okay, then I'll leave this to you."

Yu Ping kowtowed repeatedly and replied: "I am willing to work hard and devote myself to my whole life until I die."—

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