Starting with Song Renzong, I Will End with the Nobles of the Dynasty!

On the first day when his soul traveled through the Song Dynasty, Zhao Yan faced a hellish start. All the troops at Sanchuankou were wiped out, and the Xixia cavalry broke through the border. However, the nobles in the court could only kneel down and cry: "Your Majesty! The laws of our ancestors cannot be discarded!" He smashed the peace memorial, pointed at the nose of Yushi Zhongcheng and sneered: "The enemy is only 800 miles away from Bianjing. Can your 'law' stop Li Yuanhao's sword?" But this body is that of Song Renzong, the most aggrieved person in history - the civil servants can remonstrate directly, the Queen Mother listens to politics behind the curtain, and she even has to listen to the prime minister at what time the palace door opens. Zhao Yan smiled. So: · When Fan Zhongyan held up the "Ten Matters in Reply to the Imperial Edict" and asked for reform, he added 300 more on the spot: "Redundant officials? Dismissal! Redundant soldiers? Training! Yearly coins? From today on, Xixia will hand over to the Song Dynasty!" · When Di Qing was ridiculed by civil servants for having tattoos on his face, saying "Tattooed soldiers are useless", he personally removed the general's armor and said: "I want to embroider four words on your shirt - 'Unparalleled National Scholar'." · When the envoy of the Liao Kingdom asked for the land in Guannan, he handed out a "Firearms Forging Manual": "Either give me a war horse in exchange, or I can go to Youzhou to get my iron kite." Ten years later, Jinluan Palace came to court. Xixia's ceremonial certificate proclaimed him a minister, the Liao emperor sent his son as a hostage, and Japan sent an envoy to the Tang Dynasty to kneel down and beg "to be the land of the Song Dynasty forever". The old Lu Yijian asked in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Really want to change the ancestral system?" The man on the dragon chair slowly raised his eyes. Outside the hall, the whistle of the steam engine ship cut through the morning fog of the Bianhe River, and the thick smoke from coke and steelmaking rose like wolf smoke - this was the industrial bloodline he forged for this farming civilization. From the time I opened my eyes, the ancestral method was gone.