He opened his eyes to find himself in the body of Zhao Xu, the soon-to-be enthroned Emperor Shenzong of Song.
This was both the best of times and the worst of times.
The court was full of "capable officials," yet the small state of Western Xia kept invading, while the annual tribute to the Liao Empire seemed bottomless.
"Your Majesty, I have come to help you carry out your reforms!" said Zhang Juzheng.
"Your Majesty, I rose through the ranks of the army and earned your esteem. I am willing to serve the Zhao family for generations," said Yue Fei.
"Your Majesty, I have long admired you. I have come to enlist!" said Yuan Chonghuan.
"Your Majesty..." said He Shen.
Years later, the Great Song had not only defeated the Liao and Western Xia, but its iron cavalry could be seen across Mongolia, Western Asia, and Europe.
"From this day forth, wherever the sun and moon shine is Song territory; wherever the rivers flow, the people are Song subjects." -- Zhao Xu
An alternate-history power fantasy. Readers who demand historical accuracy, stay away.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Two books have passed. Alas, I originally set my heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.
The Song Dynasty originally had gunpowder and muskets
I want to take flowers and throw them at the author.
The main reason is that the harem is not interesting, I am not familiar with it, and I have no sense of immersion. Unlike those capable ministers through the ages. . .
Author, your book is going to die (I identify as **)
Second Cheng, what does the author plan to do?
I don't want to read anything that appears in modern times. 88 Author
Due to financial constraints, I can only reward this point.
Hello, dear author, I'm here again.
Sneaking over, I don't know how the flow of Feilu is recently. I will publish a book the day after tomorrow, and I will fight for hegemony, but it is a different world.