Gaowu of the Great Song Dynasty

Cao Huan, a doctor of history, died suddenly after staying up late. When I opened my eyes, the calendar changed to AD 1120, the first year of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty. At this moment, the Song Dynasty was in a precarious situation. Thirty-six thieves from the Songjiang River were gathering in the north, and Fang Labai generals were rising in the south. The newly born Jin people were eager to devour the Central Plains. The monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty were still confused, singing and dancing, completely unaware that the ancestral temple was overturned, only in front of their eyes. Taking into account the responsibility of a traveler in the Song Dynasty, Cao Huan was ambitious and ready to live a good life of being a duke of literature, holding Huang on his left and Qingcang on his right, laughing at San Su's slightly inferior literary talent, lamenting that Er Huang was less charming, marching north, defeating the Liao and Jin Dynasties, being granted a title of marquis and Prime Minister, and a garden full of wives and concubines. Cao Huan fell into deep thought just as he watched Han Shizhong rise into the air from the Song Army formation and blast the Jinren's slingshot with one punch. There seems to be something different about this Song Dynasty... ———————— ———————— [Historical figures and events are all fictional]