Is... is this the Emperor? Not to mention when I was the town head, even when I first retired and became a deputy town head, no one dared to be so arrogant in front of me.

  Is this the Emperor and his ministers?

  Zhao Zhen now seemed to feel that he had made a big deal out of nothing. He thought that after the holiday, only one or two officials would be left in the central government, but almost everyone was still there.

  Zhengshitang and the Privy Council, unexpectedly none of them were pulled in, even the Censor-in-Chief was there.

  Also didn't make it clear to the people below...

  Zhao Xi looked at his father's appearance, this scene, and this expression, all of which made him want to speak out.

  She was stopped by the queen's gaze. Not to mention Zhao Xi, even she didn't think it was suitable for her to intervene at this time.

  There must be a way down the slope, otherwise this donkey can't get down.

  "Your Majesty has mobilized the troops, which is indeed inappropriate. Since it involves Prince E, perhaps Your Majesty had to do so, and there may be a need for it. Now that things have come to this point, I implore you to give clear instructions."

  This old man is reasonable, calm and considerate, not impulsive or hasty, and managed to save face for both sides without offending either.

  "What Director Du said is quite right. I request that everyone remain calm and wait to see what tricks Prince E has up his sleeve, which led to Your Majesty's current state."

  Another one who knows how to harmonize the atmosphere.

  Zhao Zhen, who was originally extremely excited, also calmed down at this time, and unlike the excitement in Ciming Palace, he gave orders to the eunuchs to arrange the wooden blocks in an orderly manner.

  "Gentlemen, this is a game created by King Wu of Yue. There is no limit to the number of pieces that can be taken horizontally, but not vertically."

  The blocks are arranged too neatly, and the gap between the wooden blocks can't be seen. Fortunately, they are long strips of wood, if they were square, there would be no distinction between horizontal and vertical.

  "Gentlemen, now it's King of Wu's turn to be the banker. You can either form a partnership or play individually. The last one to take the wooden token loses."

  This monitor is quite familiar with the rules. Not a single mistake, just like that.

  Zhao Xi slightly bowed his head, which was equivalent to paying respects to the gentlemen. Even his imperial father had been scolded, and as an imperial son, he temporarily didn't dare to provoke this group of people who were particularly good at spitting; spitting on clothes was nothing, but spitting on faces was too smelly.

  These people are all sharp and capable, but they are not eunuchs or palace maids in the palace, nor are they old fathers and empresses. They are all elites who have come from thousands of troops and horses.

  Although Zhao Xi has a little understanding of these days, he knows that this era does not emphasize mathematics, at least there is no math in the exam.

  But the people he came into contact with were too special, either palace maids and eunuchs, or royal relatives and noblewomen.

  This was his first encounter with the elite of this era, his first encounter with scholars. He still felt a little nervous in his heart and naturally no longer took it lightly.

  First was Fan Zhongyan, the old man was very annoyed and didn't think a three or four-year-old child could play such a high-difficulty game.

  Also knows that the prince is clever, in his opinion, it's just a little stronger than ordinary people. With the identity of the prince, even if it's just a little bit, it will be blown to the sky.

  So he didn't even think about it and just took it, taking it very casually.

  Very embarrassing, Old Fan is very embarrassed, his anger has not been vented yet, and when he reaches out again, he finds that there is only one block of wood left on the table.

  At this time he also knew he had lost, and didn't even know how he had lost.

  A very honest old man, casually put down the wooden block and said: Come on!

  He came again, but he lost again. Until the fifth game ended, he finally withdrew first.

  This... this is math, but he needs to think about it.

  Everyone is thinking, but can't let the scene cool down, right? A child challenges the central government, and no one dares to fight back? Even if it's just a joke, these officials can't afford to lose face.

  Unfortunately, it was destined to be a humiliating evening.

  For Zhao Xi, this freak child who is equivalent to them in intelligence and age, and has an unknown number of times more familiarity with the game, their entire central nervous system was completely overturned, capsized in a small ditch.

  Seeing one by one of the husbands' increasingly solemn expressions and increasingly ugly faces, Zhao Zhen felt a sense of relief... it was too comfortable.

  Isn't it said that I'm not worth the trouble of mobilizing troops? But you've actually won over my son!

  This period of time has been bothered by this new policy, and even the closeness with my son has decreased. I didn't know that Xier had such ability either.

  It's okay, this can also shock these bookworms. I, Zhao Zhen, may be a bit inferior, but I have an extremely clever and cunning Xier!

  Zhao Zhen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  From Fan Zhongyan to Ouyang Xiu at the Imperial Censorate, one round was completed, with each person playing no less than five games, and surprisingly not a single person won once.

  "What jest is this?"

  Finally couldn't help but ask.

  "Mr. Fan, this is a dispute between Xi'er and the servants over the theft of firewood. I saw it for the first time today and felt that I couldn't understand the reasoning behind it, so I invited all of you gentlemen to judge."

  Zhao Zhen didn't get carried away with pride, still being very humble in his explanation, but the expression on his face was clearly showing off.

  I won't play anymore, it's too humiliating.

  Everyone knows that there should be a simple rule here, but the way of numbers requires careful consideration and deduction, and there is no suitable environment at this time.

  So I won't play anymore. And Zhao Xi's evil spirit seems to have come true.

  Considering the vision of all the gentlemen, in the entire Song Dynasty, it should be considered top-notch. They haven't heard or seen anything about this from anywhere else, and as for understanding the inner court, no one has such ability, leaving only this Prince Wang.

  This is not playing around, nor has it been played for a long time, this is originality.

  The Great Song Dynasty did not have a curfew, and at this time, Kaifeng City truly belonged to the time when scholars drank wine and wrote poetry had not yet begun.

  The curtains of Yanfu Palace had just fallen, and the giant candles were lit up, making the entire Yanfu Palace bright with lights.

  The eunuchs and palace maids who were diligent in their duties also stretched their necks, cocked their ears, and listened carefully to the exchanges between the princes and the officials.

  The cleverness and wisdom of King E, has been passed down in the palace. It's just that their shifts were different, so they never had the chance to witness King E's demeanor, but today... what a pity they couldn't get close.

  "Your Majesty, ladies and gentlemen, may I have a moment?"

  Although everyone was unclear why the mature and serious Du Yan and Du Shichang made such a request, they all nodded in agreement.

  Anyway, it's been messed up by the emperor, and official business can't be done. Let's just see what Du Shichang means by "wait a little".

  Du Yan left in a hurry, and the remaining few couldn't just sit there doing nothing.

  So when Zhao Zhen ordered the preparation of a meal, Fu Bian brought paper and brush, and a nimble eunuch had already ground the ink.

  Zhao Xi didn't know what to do, and thought it was just a test for himself.

  A new game has emerged that they cannot judge, and next they will definitely take some judgments based on the game to assess their intelligence in children.

  I'm afraid the one who left is going to turn over the whole box.

  Zhao Xi was not worried, in his later years, his childhood era was one of scarcity, but his son, until he grew up, never stopped playing intelligent games, without boasting, just traditionally so-called family secrets that were not spread outside, he was not unfamiliar with.

  The scene has been set, so let the gentlemen also acknowledge their own wickedness, and it's better for themselves to recognize this era earlier.