Chapter 348: The father-kind and son-filial Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan

"Eat, I must eat quickly, eat enough!"

Zhao Ji, who became the protagonist at this moment, didn't care about the eyes of everyone, whether surprised,

curious, sympathetic, or even with a bit of watching monkeys and finding fun,

his eyes only had this plate of red-braised large elbow in front of him, which was burned oily and fragrant,

and one look and one smell knew it was from the hands of a master chef.

If it were in the past when he was accustomed to a light diet,

if any chef dared to serve him such a plate of oily, greasy elbow,

he would let this chef know what the weight of the Great Song Emperor's power was.

But now, he only felt that the best taste in the world was nothing more than this,

and the deer antler, bear paw, and mountain treasures he used to eat were not even one ten-thousandth of the elbow in front of him.

Heaven have mercy, although the Great Gan destroyed his Great Song,

it didn't do like his Great Song Taizu and Taizong did to the fallen monarchs of the Later Zhou, Later Tang, and Later Shu,

either superficially treating them well while privately making small moves, causing the male descendants of the royal family to die "suddenly" one after another due to illness,

so that even the Chai family, who were treated well in later generations and held the iron certificate, were no longer the direct descendants of the Later Zhou Shizong Chai Rong,

but collateral relatives found from some unknown corner;

or directly bestowing a cup of poisonous wine without any concealment, letting these last emperors be "decent."

Instead, it chose a courtyard in the Ten Kings Mansion, which was used to settle the royal family in the past, and let him move in with the Empress.

This actually made his heart extremely grateful, after all, the Gan Emperor's heart was truly broad and he kept his word,

promising to spare their lives and then not making any moves, sparing their lives.

But this life was saved, and I don't know if it was intentional by the Gan Emperor or what,

he and his son didn't have any treatment that a fallen emperor should have.

Although nothing was done to their concubines, and they were allowed to live with their respective empresses,

there wasn't a single servant, and all food cooking,

clothes washing, and such had to be done by themselves.

Although there was no shortage of rice, flour, grain, and oil, and even seasonings like soy sauce, vinegar, and pepper were available,

they couldn't stand the fact that none of them knew how to cook!

Zhao Ji, although he wasn't educated as a crown prince at the beginning,

and only ascended the throne because his older brother Zhezong Zhao Xi had no sons and he was his own younger brother,

but before that, he was at least the son of the late emperor, the royal noble Duan Wang,

and had always lived a life of reaching out for clothes and opening his mouth for food,

indulging in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and cuju, so when had he ever entered a kitchen?

His empress, his son Zhao Huan, and his empress all had the same problem.

At the beginning, they didn't even know when to add salt and soy sauce,

and the food they made was completely a lump of paste, simply impossible to swallow.

In the end, they were so hungry that they barely ate a few bites.

Later, as time went on, they had some experience, and the food they made was barely edible,

but the gap between it and the imperial meal carefully prepared by the imperial chef at the state banquet was simply incomparable.

At the beginning, he still hoped that someone or some force,

whether it was the remnants of the Great Song in the south, or Western Xia,

or the Great Liao would invade again, as long as he could leave this Ten Kings Mansion,

which was named a mansion but was actually a prison, he would thank heaven and earth.

But after the Great Liao's seven hundred thousand troops were all lost in one day by the Gan Emperor's imperial expedition,

and even Emperor Tianzuo Yelu Yanxi himself was captured, he was completely desperate.

Originally, he thought his remaining life would rot away in this Ten Kings Mansion,

but he didn't expect that in order to welcome Fang La, a rebel leader he wouldn't even look at in the past,

the Gan Emperor Zhang Jie would actually invite them to a banquet, giving them an opportunity called a banquet but actually for getting some air.

The fanaticism they had for this opportunity, having been under house arrest until they almost molded, can be imagined.

To get this opportunity to attend the banquet, he punched his good son Zhao Huan down.

'That rebellious son, I am his old father, and he didn't know how to be lighter.'

Feeling the pain still faintly coming from the corner of his eye, Zhao Ji, eating the five-spice large elbow, also had his eye corners twitching.

His good son Zhao Huan didn't hit lightly either; they were both prisoners, without the status and monarch-subject distinction of the past,

there was only father and son, and they were truly father-kind and son-filial.

'Uh…'

Looking at Zhao Ji, who was like a vicious dog pouncing on food, Fang La felt a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat, not vomiting it out was not happy.

Zhang Jie, sitting comfortably in the main seat, didn't care much about Zhao Ji's loss of decorum.

The Great Song is already dead, what else do you want from people?

Zhao Ji's treatment was indeed ordered by him, otherwise, according to convention,

as long as the fallen monarch didn't die in battle but was captured, in order to show the survival of the dead and the continuation of the broken,

the victorious side generally had to give the other side the courtesy of a duke.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Emperor Wen of Wei, Cao Pi, sighed "I know everything about the affairs of Yao and Shun!",

usurped the throne of the last emperor of the Liu Han, Emperor Xian of Han, Liu Xie, and enfeoffed him as the Duke of Shanyang.

The Sima family also enfeoffed the last emperor of Shu Han, Liu Xie, as the Duke of Anle after destroying Shu.

Even the first batch of wild people from the White Mountains and Black Waters, the Jin people, moved them from the palace with thousands of rooms in the imperial palace to the cellar of Wuguocheng, which was warm in winter and cool in summer,

after bringing the Huizong and Qinzong emperors back from Bianjing to Wuguocheng,

they also gave them the titles of "Duke of Hundu" and "Marquis of Chonghun."

Although these two titles were known to be mocking and insulting,

just say whether they were duke titles or not.

Speaking of which, Zhao Ji, even in Wuguocheng, didn't change his romantic nature,

and gave birth to thirteen more children after being packed away.

Zhao Huan, although not as productive as his father who looked like a pig, also gave birth to two sons and two daughters.

Of course, how many of these were "done for them" by their Jin fathers/

grandfathers is a matter of opinion.

Anyway, both Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan had a vast green grassland on their heads.

Continue to the treatment problem of Zhao Ji and others.

Zhang Jie finally overthrew the Great Song, but he didn't want to find two fathers for himself. Being able to spare their lives,

without giving them a cup of poisonous wine like their ancestor, the poison master Song Taizong,

letting them be decent themselves, was already his Zhang Jie's kindness and extra-legal grace.

Still wanting to live the life of extreme luxury, scraping the people's fat and ointment, and surrounded by hundreds or thousands of palace maids,

eunuchs, and servants, that is not even thinking about it.

Being able to provide them with necessary survival materials was already out of humanitarianism,

not wanting to watch them starve to death because they had no survival skills. ===== CHAPTER 349 =====