Facing the arrogant Wen Tianxiang, Emperor Song Gong stayed in the cell for a while, going over and over the few words to persuade him to surrender. Afterwards, Xia Ping'an didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and he didn't bother to argue with him anymore.

, just keeping his mouth shut and saying nothing, Emperor Song Gong stood in the cell for a while, but finally he couldn't stay any longer, so he had to sigh and said quietly, "Master Wen's loyalty to the Song Dynasty is known to the world.

I am doing this for your own good...but, for some things, the past has passed. I have let go of myself, so what else can you not let go of? It is said that those who know the current affairs are heroes, Mr. Wen, please think about it!"

After saying this, Emperor Song Gong walked out of the cell.

"I... send you to your Majesty!" Xia Pingan finally opened his eyes and said to Emperor Song Gong's back.

When Emperor Song Gong heard the voice, his body trembled slightly, and he seemed to want to turn his head, but in the end he did not turn around to take a look, but quickly left the cell, his back a little lonely.

Looking at Emperor Song Gong's leaving figure, Xia Ping'an also sighed in his heart. The kings of subjugated countries always want to be rich and contented, but some of them will end well.

Seeing Duke Ying returning without success, the head of the Bingmasi cell stood waiting outside the door carefully like a hotel manager, and asked tentatively, "Master Wen, it's lunch time now, I'll let you

Please bring some food for the adults. The summer has been very hot these two days, so I asked someone to make some iced sour plum soup to relieve the heat for the adults!"

Wen Tianxiang is the most important person to Your Majesty. If he does something bad in prison, his life will probably be ruined. Therefore, the head of the Soldiers and Horses Cell is extra careful with Wen Tianxiang. Is he tortured? Wen Tianxiang was transferred to the army before.

Ma Si was imprisoned before, and Wen Tianxiang did not give in at all. His Majesty saw that the torture was useless, and he was afraid that it would really kill Wen Tianxiang, so he did not dare to use it again.

Xia Pingan turned to look at the man outside the cell. His heart moved and he asked softly, "I am in prison every day. I don't know the sun and the moon. I have forgotten how long it has been since I came here. What year is this year?"

The man outside the cell was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This is the eighteenth year of the Yuan Dynasty!"

In the 18th year of the Yuan Dynasty, that was 1281, and now it was the sweltering heat. Xia Pingan's heart moved, and he finally understood that this was the time.

"Come here and help me sharpen my ink. I want to write something..." Xia Ping'an said directly to the cell leader, just like he was giving orders to the book boys around him.

The prison boss didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly came in to polish his ink. Whatever Wen Tianxiang wrote, His Majesty in the palace was the first reader. During these days, His Majesty read all the poems Wen Tianxiang wrote in prison and ordered them to be written down.

What Wen Tianxiang writes must be sent to the palace as soon as possible.

Under the gaze of the man outside the cell, Xia Pingan walked to the desk and stood there for a full quarter of an hour as if in trance. Then he picked up the pen on the desk, dipped it in ink, and wrote three words on the paper.

——"Song of Righteousness".

After pausing for a moment, Xia Pingan's words surged out like a mighty river with majestic momentum.

——I was imprisoned in the North Courtyard, sitting in an earthen room. The room was eight feet wide and four feet deep. The single door was low and small, the white space was short and narrow, dirty and dark. On this summer day, all kinds of atmosphere were coming together: the rain was falling all over.

When there are several floating beds, it is water vapor; when it is covered with mud for half a day, it steams and soaks through the water, it is rustic; when it is sunny and hot, and the wind ducts are blocked, it is the sun's weather; when the eaves are covered with shady wood, it promotes inflammation.

When it is rotten, it is the anger; when it is rotten and rotten, it is the rice gas; when it is cross-shouldered and smelly, it is the smell of sweat and dirt, it is the gas of the people; when it is green and mixed, or it is a mutilated corpse, or it is a rotting rat, it is a bad gas.

When it comes out, it is filthy qi. There are several qi stacked up, and the ones that are affected are rarely serious. They are weak and slumped in the meantime, and they have been there for two years. Fortunately, they are fine. It is because they are nourished. However, they also know what they are doing.

Why should I nourish it? Mencius said: "I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring Qi." There are seven Qi's in my body, but I have one Qi. If one is against seven, why should I worry about it? What's more, the awe-inspiring Qi is the righteousness of heaven and earth. I compose a song of righteousness.

After writing this, Xia Ping'an stopped writing, closed his eyes, remained motionless, as calm as a mountain, and the breath in his body was accumulating little by little, as if he was brewing something.

Just looking at the words written by Wen Tianxiang, the prison guard next to him was stunned, his mouth felt dry, and his body was trembling slightly. To be the prison guard here, he is naturally literate and educated.

I never thought that in Wen Tianxiang's writings, this simple and dirty soldier's cell would have such majestic and majestic energy. The four seasons of heaven and earth, and the righteous way of the world, are all contained in this cell.

It's just that the opening chapter is so impressive, but how will the following articles fill the world and be so magnificent?

Seeing Xia Ping An's pen hanging motionless and holding his breath, the cell leader's heart was pounding and the tip of his nose was already sweating, because he had a premonition that he would witness an eternally famous article appearing in front of him.

The next second, Xia Pingan opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, his writings were like the rising sun, and a mighty aura between heaven and earth surged out from his writings like a great river and ran through the ages, shaking the prison head next to him.

I can’t help myself…

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky.

The imperial road was the Qing Dynasty, Hanhe Tu Ming Ting. When the time is poor, you can see the pictures one by one. In the Qi Taishi Bamboo, in the Jin Dynasty Dong Hu's pen.

In the Qin Dynasty, Zhang Liangzhui, in the Suwu Festival of the Han Dynasty, it was the head of General Yan, the blood of Ji Shizhong, the teeth of Zhang Suiyang, and the tongue of Yan Changshan.

Maybe it's the Liaodong cap, clearing the ice and snow. Or it's the example of being a teacher, and the ghosts and gods cry heroically. Or it's crossing the river, swallowing the Hu Jie in a healthy way.

Or it may be caused by hitting the thief's wat, and the inverse head will be broken. This energy is majestic and fierce and will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and moon, life and death will be settled.

The earth's maintenance depends on it, and the sky's pillar depends on its respect. The three cardinal principles are really related to life, and morality is the root. Sorry for the Yangjiu, the officialdom is really weak.

A prisoner of Chu wears a tassel on his crown and is sent to Qiongbei in a chariot. The tripod wok is as sweet as glutinous rice, but it is impossible to get it. There are ghost fires in the underworld, and the spring courtyard is closed and it is dark.

The oxen and roosters live on the same soap, and the chickens and phoenixes eat. Once there is fog and dew, the ditches become barren. If the weather continues to be cold or hot, all kinds of maladies will easily arise.

It's a pity that we are in Ju'anchang, for my peaceful and happy country. How can there be no cleverness in him? Yin and Yang cannot be thieved. Looking at this stubborn existence, I look up at the white floating clouds.

My heart is sad for a long time, and the sky has its peak. The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves spread the books and read, and the ancient roads shine with color.

"

After writing "Song of Righteousness", Xia Pingan put the pen on the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief. However, the cell leader next to him was already distracted and dumbfounded. The words on the paper were like the sun and moon in the eyes of the cell leader, and they were heavy.

Like hills, stretching across the past and present, they seem to be made of the bones and blood of thousands of heroic souls.

Let his heart tremble.

…

At night, the "Song of Righteousness" written by Wen Tianxiang during the day had been placed on Kublai Khan's desk in the palace.

Kublai Khan was not tall, but he was extremely strong, with a broad face and a thick beard. He had a unique heroic atmosphere of the Mongols, but his slender eyes were particularly energetic and calm.

"...The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, so vast that it fills the sky..." Kublai Khan looked at the words on the paper, and he felt a little confused.

Lost in thought, he let out a long sigh and turned to look at the person standing next to him, "It's really unimaginable that a southerner's writing can be so bold and generous. Looking at his writing, I suddenly thought that this person was also blessed by the eternal god.

, a talented hero who grew up on the grassland, by the way, what is the result of persuading surrender today?"

"We have sent the Duke of Ying, but Wen Tianxiang still refuses to surrender. Moreover, Wen Tianxiang keeps calling that person your majesty. It is really treasonous!"

"Everyone says that the Northern Prime Minister is worse than Yelu Chucai, and the Southern Prime Minister is better than Wen Tianxiang. I think Yelu Chucai is not as good as Wen Tianxiang. I, the Yuan Dynasty, can conquer the Southern Dynasty only because the emperor of the Southern Dynasty is cowardly and the traitors are so prevalent in the court that It just makes it difficult for talents like Wen Tianxiang to realize their ambitions. Such talents are still loyal to their fallen country and monarch. If he can be so loyal to me and my Yuan Dynasty, why worry about my Yuan Dynasty failing to prosper! "Kublai Khan sighed, then his face straightened, and he continued to order, "Continue to ask people to persuade Wen Tianxiang to surrender. If anyone can persuade this person to surrender, it will be a great achievement, and I will reward you heavily!"

"yes!"

…

In the next two years, Xia Ping'an watched in prison as if he were watching the people who surrendered to Dayuan come to persuade him to surrender. These people who persuaded him to surrender were Wen Tianxiang's subordinates and colleagues in the past. Now after they surrendered to Dayuan, they were also

In addition to these people, officials from the Yuan Dynasty were sent to persuade Wen Tianxiang to surrender, and even sent a letter from Wen Tianxiang's daughter to persuade him to surrender.

Xia Ping'an remained unmoved.

Until one day two years later, the head of the cell suddenly asked a group of men to bathe and change Xia Pingan. After taking care of it, in the evening, a group of people came to the cell, took Xia Pingan out of the cell, and came directly

Arrive at the palace.

In the palace, Xia Pingan saw Kublai Khan and just bowed slightly.

The guards in the palace asked Xia Pingan to kneel down, but Xia Pingan did not kneel down. He stood in the main hall. The guards in the palace were furious, and several people came up and pushed Xia Pingan to his knees. Kublai Khan suddenly waved his hand and asked Xia Pingan to kneel down.

Guards go down.

Kublai Khan looked at Xia Pingan with complicated eyes and said in a deep voice, "Our Great Yuan territory extends from the North Pole in the north to the South China Sea in the south, which is dozens of times larger than that of the Southern Dynasties. It is an empire that has never been seen in the world. My achievements are also achieved by the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty.

It's better that my iron cavalry can conquer all races and command the world. Countless emperors will kneel on the ground and kowtow to me when they see me. Is it so difficult to accept my surrender in your eyes? All the emperors you loyal to have surrendered to me.

Why don't you surrender to me? As long as you surrender to me today and be loyal to me, you can wear this suit and this official seal. You will be the prime minister of the Yuan Empire. You will be a very human minister and be rich in the world.

When the lord sees you, he will kneel on the ground, and when the Mongol warriors who conquer the world see you, they will also bow their heads and salute you. Aren't you satisfied with this?"

While Kublai Khan was speaking, several eunuchs had already walked out with their waists bent and carrying things. In the hands of those eunuchs were the official uniforms and seals of the prime ministers of the Yuan Dynasty.

"The king can surrender, but the country cannot surrender! The Zhao family can surrender, but the Han family cannot surrender!" Xia Pingan's quiet voice boomed in the hall. Xia Pingan looked at Kublai Khan and said calmly, "Today I see Your Majesty, I just want to surrender."

I want to die. I want to let the world know that my Chinese people have not surrendered, and my descendants of the Han family have not surrendered. I hope your majesty will do it!" Xia Pingan looked at the palace and smiled at Kublai Khan, "Your majesty wants to surrender me because your majesty

I know that you can conquer the world immediately, but you cannot rule the world immediately. In the palace where your majesty is today, it will not be long before I, the son of China, will stand here again and rule the world. I, the son of China, will regain the inheritance of our ancestors!"

After rejecting the official position of prime minister promised by Kublai Khan, Wen Tianxiang died calmly!

…

In the room, the light cocoon on Xia Pingan's body was shattered, and the upper limit of the secret mandala's divine power increased by a full 300 points.

The mountain of golden characters in the temple emits thousands of golden light, and countless golden characters float in the hall, resonating with all the statues in the hall.
Chapter completed!