"Kou Zhun, how dare you rob the driver!" In an instant, he understood the reason for the convoy's turn, and the question came out of Zhao Heng's mouth.
He understands, he understands everything.
No wonder Kou Zhun, who was usually able to firmly control the situation in court discussions, fell so easily to Wang Qinruo's aggressive tactics!
No wonder Bi Shian, who has always been known for being stubborn and difficult to deal with, retreated repeatedly from Wang Qinruo and others!
No wonder Chen Yaozi, who was clamoring to go to Shuzhong a few days ago, suddenly stopped!
It turns out the answers are all here!
Kou Zhun, Bi Shi'an and others have colluded long ago to kidnap him to go to Chanzhou. Therefore, as long as they can leave Huazhou early and set off, they will follow any of Wang Qinruo's suggestions.
"Guan Jia, the old chief of the Liao Kingdom has been outside Chanzhou City for several months. I, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, am naturally no weaker than him." Kou Zhun glanced down at the livid Zhao Heng, and Kou Zhun responded unhurriedly,
As if just stating a well-known fact, "And the frontline soldiers are also hoping that the officials can witness with their own eyes how brave they are to kill the enemy!"
"You, you..." Anger, shame, grievance, hatred, many feelings intertwined in Zhao Heng's heart in an instant, making the words out of his mouth become intermittent, "You are so brave! I, I
I always thought you were loyal to me. I, I..."
"Wei Chen is Tongping Zhangshi, the Secretary of the Song Dynasty!" Kou Zhun sighed and bowed on the horse again. As if he was worried that Zhao Heng would forget his current official position.
"You, you..." Zhao Heng was so angry that he couldn't say a complete sentence, and his body was shaking like chaff in the carriage.
He suddenly vaguely remembered that his teacher, Zheng Ziming, the previous generation of Taixue Jijiu, also told him something similar.
The real difference between a country's prime minister and an emperor's personal ministers.
The prime minister of a country must put the country, the community and the people first, followed by whether the emperor likes them.
But private ministers only need to think about making the emperor happy, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong!
Kou Zhun emphasized that he was the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, which was equivalent to declaring that he was fulfilling his duties and had a clear conscience!
Who gave him the courage?
If he does this, doesn't it prove that he, the emperor, has failed in his duties?
How can I let him do whatever he wants?
"Escort the driver! Inspector Gao, escort the driver!" When he finally breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Heng immediately stuck his head out of the carriage and asked for help from the military inspector Gao Qiong in front of him who was responsible for protecting his safety. "Someone wants to kidnap me...
…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Gao Qiong's horse suddenly accelerated. In the blink of an eye, it rushed hundreds of steps away and was completely swallowed up by the figures of the Japanese soldiers.
"This opportunity cannot be missed, the driver must speed up and rush to Chanzhou." Several messengers suddenly rode away from the driver, speeding up and repeating the order over and over in a loud voice.
"This is not my order, I didn't give it!" Zhao Heng yelled angrily. However, his voice was mostly swallowed up by the sound of horse hooves and wheels around him, and did not spread very far at all.
'Gao Qiong did it on purpose. He deliberately pretended not to hear my cry for help and deliberately ran away so that Kou Zhun could do things more easily!' As expected of a disciple who had been personally taught by King Zheng Ziming of Yan, Zhao Heng quickly realized that Gao Qiong
I was afraid that he had colluded with Kou Zhun for a long time. He decisively withdrew his gaze from the car window and turned to his side, "Dou Douzhi, capture the rebellious ministers and traitors for me and send me back to Huazhou!"
"Is this? I obey the order!" Dou Shenbao hesitated at first, then gritted his teeth and agreed, jumping out of the carriage. "Imperial City Secretary, come with me!"
The convoy had just left Huazhou less than five miles away. It was impossible for all the Japanese troops to follow Kou Zhun's lead. As long as he led the spies from the Imperial City Division to capture Kou Zhun, he would have a chance to protect Zhao Heng's carriage.
Turn around and rush back to Huazhou.
And as soon as he returned to Huazhou, Tianwu, Longwei and half of the Zhenrong army came forward to escort him. No matter how high Kou Zhun's prestige was, he could never hope to win the unanimous consent of all the generals and force the officials to go to the front line.
However, before his feet landed, Dou Shenbao suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Immediately afterwards, a sword was placed on his collarbone.
"Dou Dou knows, don't make the mistake!" An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in Dou Shenbao's ears, "Brothers from the Imperial City Division, Han Qing is being polite!"
"Han, Ambassador Han, if you have something to say, it's easy to say..." Dou Shenbao trembled in his heart. He decisively lowered his arms and relaxed his legs and body muscles to avoid overreaction and being directly attacked by the owner of the sword at the collarbone.
Wiped his neck.
Looking at the surrounding Imperial City Secret Agents who were hiding among the Japanese troops, they all quickly retracted their bodies back into the ranks. No one dared to respond to Dou Shenbao's call.
Kou Zhun was a civil servant, and it would be easy to capture him because of his ignorance of conscience.
Most of the brothers in the Japanese army were still kept in the dark. It was not difficult for everyone to snatch the official's car and turn around and escape to Huazhou.
But the premise of all this is that the young man standing behind Dou Shenbao holding a sword and dressed as a bodyguard has never appeared.
Since that young man has appeared and is obviously advancing and retreating together with Kou Zhun, it is best for everyone not to make him angry easily.
Because, that young man, whose surname is Han, whose only name is Qing. Just a few days ago, he beheaded the traitor Zhang Tingyu with his own hands in the north of the Yellow River. Earlier, he went deep behind tens of thousands of Liao troops and killed half of them.
All the people from Liao Dynasty were sent to the Western Heaven!
"Han, Han Qing!" In the carriage, Zhao Heng was also frightened by Han Qing's voice, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief, "You, why are you here?"
"The Song Dynasty is the country of my parents. At this time, of course I will not abandon her and take care of myself!" As if he had expected that Zhao Heng would ask such a question, Han Qing turned his back to the carriage without even thinking about it.
promise.
Without waiting for Zhao Heng to react further, he sighed and continued to whisper, "I advise you to comply with the expectations of the brothers and stop causing trouble to everyone. As long as the Kou Prime Minister is around, no one will
I'll touch you a hair."
"You, you..." Zhao Heng was so angry that his eyesight turned black. However, in the end, he retracted his body back to the couch in the carriage, not saying a single unnecessary word or making any futile struggle.
He was more than 90% sure that Kou would not hurt him.
But he was not even sure that Han Qing would not attack him.
After all, with the latter's intelligence, he could deduce clearly the plots he used against Han Qing with just a little thought.
And it is said that the reincarnated person never takes the emperor seriously!
Maybe it’s because my heart has been too tired recently, or maybe deep down in my heart, I’m doubting whether “Southern Hunting” is the right choice.
When Zhao Heng decided to accept his fate, he suddenly felt that his whole body relaxed. Soon, his eyelids began to feel numb, and he snored lightly in the carriage.
He dreamed that he was back under his father's banner and accompanying the army in the Northern Expedition.
The banners around you are like a canopy, and the warriors are like clouds.
The Liao army fought with their backs against the water and suddenly launched a counterattack, heading straight for the Chinese army where my father was.
Many generals died in the battle, and the military formation suddenly collapsed. My father's carriage turned back, but I, only twelve years old, rode a pony upstream and launched a desperate charge against the Liao army.
"Long live, long live, long live!" Countless soldiers saw his figure, stopped running for their lives, rode their horses and chased after them, shouting loudly at their backs.
Zhao Heng was awakened by the blood in his heart and hesitantly opened his eyes. He realized that he had just been dreaming. However, the cheers outside the car window were still deafening, "Long live, long live, long live!"
"Guan family, we have arrived in Chanzhou!" Dou Shenbao, who returned to the carriage at some point, lowered his head, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and reminded in a low voice. "Old slave, I dare to help you open the window, let me know.
Soldiers, look at your heroic appearance."
He moved quickly, and before Zhao Heng could decide whether to agree or disagree, he had already opened the car window. The setting sun immediately shone through the window, illuminating Zhao Heng's confused face.
"Long live, long live, long live!" The cheers rose higher than the waves, like a sea tide.
The corners of Zhao Heng's eyes suddenly became hot. He tried to sit up straight, turned his head towards the window, and solemnly handed over his hands to all the soldiers who gathered around him.
He is here. He is the emperor of the Song Dynasty, the one millions of soldiers and civilians look forward to.
He should never have let them down in the first place.
At this moment, Zhao Heng suddenly no longer hated Kou Zhun, nor Han Qing.
