Chapter 369 The Zhao family has extensive experience in this matter

Emperor Zhengde showed a touch of loneliness. He sat upright in the armchair with a deep and complex look.

He is not a stupid person. He has tried various methods over the years, but there has been no movement in the harem. He has realized where the problem lies.

Although the matter was not stated explicitly in the court, everyone understood it in their hearts, but they chose to remain silent tacitly.

"Mr. Ou." Emperor Zhengde called out somewhat decadently, but said nothing.

Ou Zanghua understood what was going on. He glanced around and saw jars of wine nearby. He walked over, lifted one of the jars to his mouth and started drinking from it in big gulps.

Emperor Zhengde looked at Ou Zanghua's operation in a daze. That was his special tiger medicinal wine. Normally, drinking a bowl of it would allow him to have sex with two women at night. According to Ou Qing's drinking method, he might have to...
hiss!
After taking several gulps, Ou Zanghua threw the wine jar away, staggered a little, looked at Emperor Zhengde and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. The following words are what I said to my good friend Zhu Shou after drinking."

Emperor Zhengde was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Zanghua, you speak, I'm listening."

"Song Renzong reigned for 42 years and had three sons and thirteen daughters, which was considered very capable. Although Renzong had a high fertility rate, the mortality rate of his offspring was even higher. All three sons died young, and only five of the thirteen daughters survived, and the rest also died young."

"Song Zhezong also suffered the pain of losing a son. His only son passed away when he was just three months old. This forced Song Zhezong to pass the throne to his younger brother Song Huizong, which led to the Jingkang Shame."

"Song Gaozong reigned for 35 years and died at the age of 81, but his only son died at the age of three, and he never had another son after that."

"All nine of Song Ningzong's biological sons died young, so he had to adopt three sons. Among them, Song Lizong, who inherited the throne, reigned for 41 years and died at the age of 60, but his three sons had already passed away before his death."

"When Song Lizong died at the age of 60, his three sons had already passed away."

"There was also Emperor Wu of Jin, who had 26 sons and 13 daughters. Except for eight princes who died young, there were still 18 who grew up. Among these 18 princes, there were many who were mentally sound and capable of taking on important responsibilities, but Emperor Wu chose Emperor Hui of Jin, which led to the Rebellion of the Eight Princes and directly caused the darkest period of the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China."

"Zhu Shou, history is vast and there are many emperors who had no offspring to inherit the throne. Although the Song Dynasty had many shortcomings, they had rich experience in this matter and could learn from it. As an emperor, the first thing you should consider is whether your successor has the ability to stabilize the country and make the people happy."

Emperor Zhengde frowned slightly, feeling somewhat unwilling. If he could have his own son, who would be willing to raise someone else's child?
But what Ou Qing said makes sense. If there is really no other way,
You can only choose a child from the royal family to adopt.

"Zanghua, I want to try again." After thinking for a while, Emperor Zhengde looked at the drunk Ou Zanghua and said seriously.

"Then try! But you must remember that you are the root of everything. If you fall, even if you have ten or a hundred biological sons, they will just be following the path of the late emperor again."

Ou Zanghua didn't expect that a bunch of verbal attacks would make the emperor give up his ideas, as long as he didn't let him get stuck in a dead end.

Then, he felt his whole body starting to heat up, and something was wrong.

It feels like the day when I was cheating
Could it be? !
Ou Zanghua's face darkened, and he already had the answer in his mind.

Then it was a matter of laughter and tears. Was Emperor Zhengde sick?

Can this thing be placed casually in the hall? !

He clasped his hands together, bowed deeply and said, "I have lost my composure. Please allow me to go home and recuperate."

"Mr. Ou." Emperor Zhengde stood up and looked at Ou Zanghua with a puzzled look.

"Wei Chen is here."

"Is your concubine at home?"

"Yes." Ou Zanghua was a little confused. Why did Emperor Zhengde suddenly ask Yue Lingshan what she was doing?
"Then you should return quickly!" Emperor Zhengde waved his hand and added, "You must return quickly. Forget it, Zhang Banban!"

Zhang Yong, who was standing guard thirty feet away, heard the call from His Majesty and immediately ran in quickly: "Your Majesty, I am here."

"Send Ou Qing home quickly, and be quick!" Emperor Zhengde instructed.

"As you wish!" Zhang Yong glanced at Ou Zanghua, who was drunk and had a red face. Without thinking much about it, he immediately arranged a carriage to take him back to Ou's house.

Yue Lingshan had returned home a long time ago. She was a playful person, and when no one was around, she would find some fun things for herself, such as Huarong Dao, Luban Lock, Nine Linked Rings, and Tangram. She liked to play with these when she was alone.

If Liu Qing and Qu Feiyan were at home, the three girls would play pitching pots together or learn musical instruments from Liu Qing.

Liu Qing also organized Chuiwan competitions at home.

But after Liu Qing became pregnant, playing musical instruments was the only activity she could do.

After finally untying the nine-ring chain, Yue Lingshan revealed a satisfied smile, as bright and moving as a flower blooming in spring.

Hearing the sound coming from the door, she stood up lightly, her skirt brushing the ground, her posture elegant. In a flash, two servants came into view. They were carefully supporting their husbands, their steps were slightly staggering, and they were obviously a little drunk.

Before he got close, a rich aroma of wine had already quietly spread, lingering in the air. Yue Lingshan immediately understood what was going on, and then whispered, "Go get some warm water quickly, and prepare some sobering things."

"Yes, Second Madam." The maid beside her responded and quickly went out to prepare.

Yue Lingshan came forward and untied Ou Zanghua's long gown that was stained with wine. When she was about to take it off, Ou Zanghua hugged her, turned over on the bed, and pressed her under him.

"Brother, you are drunk," Yue Lingshan reminded shyly while looking at her beloved who was so close to her.

Ou Zanghua pressed his forehead against Yue Lingshan's, smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not drunk, it's your Majesty's wine that's unusual."

"But Lingshan, don't worry. I used my inner strength to force the wine out of my body on the way back, but there is still some drug power left in my body. Please bear with me, Lingshan, and help me disperse the drug power."

"How can I help my brother?"

"Same as last night."

In the Beijing Prison, Ningyang Marquis Chen Jizu, Anyuan Marquis Liu Wen and many other nobles were imprisoned here.

Liu Wen paced anxiously in the dim cell, round and round, with endless thoughts surging in his heart. He tried his best to search in his mind for a way that might rescue him from the abyss of despair.

It’s a pity that Queen Mother Zhou has been dead for nine years, otherwise how could he have ended up in such a situation?
Oh, by the way, there is also Empress Dowager Zhang!

Although he had no direct relationship with Empress Dowager Zhang, he maintained a friendship with Zhang Yanling, Marquis of Jianchang.

Liu Wen secretly thought that if he could find a way to get in touch with the Marquis of Jianchang and ask him to plead with the Queen Mother, as long as the Queen Mother could say a few good words for him in front of His Majesty, even if His Majesty was furious, His Majesty would show leniency and reduce his punishment because of the Queen Mother's intervention.

Thinking of this, Liu Wen not only looked at the soldiers who were guarding here, these people were all soldiers from the Five Army Camps, and they should have received the favor of Ningyang Marquis Chen Jizu.

So Liu Wen looked at Chen Jizu on the other side, got closer and asked, "Lord Chen, these people are all your soldiers, I think they will still give you some face, right?"

Before Chen Jizu could speak, a soldier not far away knocked on the prison cell and said coldly, "Quiet! Don't try any tricks."

Another soldier sneered and said, "Lord Chen should be thankful for Lord Qiu's strict military discipline. If not, we would have rushed in and beaten you up long ago."

Another soldier gritted his teeth and said, "That's right. He makes us work every day. We get up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs. He also deducts our military pay. If the centurions hadn't come to inspect from time to time, we would have wanted to stab him to death right now!"

"How dare you! Are you soldiers enough to insult us nobles?" Liu Wen scolded, and at the same time glanced at Chen Jizu, who had a gloomy face. He was secretly glad that it was the Fifth Army Battalion that was guarding them. If it was the Shenji Battalion...
"Humph, you are still dreaming of becoming a nobleman!" The soldiers shook their heads but said nothing more.

This made Liu Wen very anxious. He had been locked up here for a day and had not received any news. He had no idea what was happening outside.

At this time, a military officer happened to walk in and heard the soldiers' complaints. He immediately said, "Seeing that you are so angry with Lord Chen, I'd better report it to Lord Qiu and let the Shenji Battalion guard the place! Otherwise, you will make a principled mistake."

Liu Wen's face suddenly changed
(End of this chapter)