Do You Know: Emperor of the Song Dynasty? Not Even a Dog!

Alias: When I was in the Northern Song Dynasty, Renzong begged me to usurp the throne. The introduction is written indiscriminately, and the content may not match... Watch it with moderation. If you hate the Sheng family, you don't need to click in. Please be careful if you are a party member. What is it like to dress up as the most noble prince of the Song Dynasty?​​ Zhao Yunzhen (slapping the table): Thank you for the invitation! I'm in Bianjing, and I just got off the dragon bed... Oh no, I just escaped from the dragon bed! Renzong regards me as his biological son? Don't! The dragon chair is used to burn the buttocks, and even a dog is not suitable for this job as an emperor!​​ There is only one creed in life: carry the ivory fan given by the emperor, eat and wait until death first in the world!​​ Imperial meal? Rub! Spa? Bubble! Are the dudes causing trouble? He waved his fan and said, "Brother, do you think this dog looks like a flea on your throne?" (Renzong: ... Where is my sword?) Until one day—— Yangzhou salt case secret report slapped on the face: Vacation? Doesn't exist! When you get old, go to Jiangnan to "recuperate", dear~ (Zhao Yunzhen flipped the table: Who is going to catch corrupt officials while he is recovering!) Passing by Sheng's house, I wanted to take a bite of the old lady's mung bean soup to thank me for saving my life in childhood... Result——​​ How does Prince Salted Fish play the lowest-end dungeon with top-level configurations? Renzong (inwardly): Wait until this guy usurps the throne and the flowers will wither...