If Xu Zizhen had the temper he had a year ago, he would probably have picked up the dish basin on the table and smashed it into Zhao Huan's face. However, his fiery temper has improved greatly in the past six months. Besides, the person in front of him is also the next one.
Emperor, it will not do you any good to break up now.
So Xu Zizhen suppressed himself, his face remained calm, but he didn't dare to speak for the time being, for fear of blurting out the national curse.
Zhao Huan didn't know what Xu Zizhen was thinking, and thought that Xu Zizhen was waiting for benefits, so he continued: "Of course, if this matter can be accomplished, I will never treat my brother Zizhen badly."
Xu Zizhen couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, do you really want to ask for peace? Have you never thought about holding back your breath and sending Onilibu back to his hometown?"
The Jin Bing Right Army was the team that was about to invade Kaifeng. Xu Zizhen naturally did not regard On Li as his number one enemy, but Zhao Huan misunderstood and subconsciously believed that On Li was not the young prince's hostile force.
He smiled awkwardly: "The Kingdom of Jin had strong soldiers and strong horses, but the Song Dynasty now has an empty treasury and a tired army. Even if it means nothing, it doesn't have the ability."
Xu Zizhen wanted to beat people up again. The treasury of the Song Dynasty was empty? Tong Guanliang Shicheng and his like used all kinds of names to extort money and made a lot of money all day long. Those officials were all extremely rich. If the war was just about the money, it would probably be nothing.
It's enough to peel off half of the property of those officials in Bianjing City. If you save some money, you can send it to Russia.
Also, what does military fatigue mean? Does it mean that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty are useless?
Xu Zizhen had the absolute right to speak about the war in the Song Dynasty. Before he traveled through time, he had always naively believed that the Northern Song Dynasty was one of the dynasties least capable of fighting in history. But after the Lanzhou-Taiyuan World War II, he
I found that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were not weak at all. Perhaps the infantry was worse than the heavy infantry of the Tang Dynasty, but the cavalry could definitely rank high in Chinese history.
As the saying goes, if one soldier is cowardly, the whole family will be cowardly, but what if the prince or even the emperor is cowardly? There will naturally be no other consequences except waiting for the country to be destroyed.
Xu Zizhen now understands that the most critical problem of the entire Song Dynasty lies in the existence of such an unlucky emperor and an unlucky prince. With such a soft-hearted emperor, there are corrupt officials and sycophants below. Naturally, in such an atmosphere, good ministers and good generals cannot perform their best.
Zhao Huan's current appearance simply disgusted him. He was just "suspected" to be the secret envoy of the Young Prince of the Kingdom of Jin. Even though he was a dignified prince, he already looked like a slave with a groveling look on his face.
Xu Zizhen twisted his legs under the table to endure his anger. Since Zhao Huan was so shameless, he simply moved his butt back and sat down calmly. Without looking at Zhao Huan, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.
, said calmly: "His Royal Highness, are you exaggerating? Don't you have three heads and six legs? Besides, you are the prince of the dynasty, how can you really have no money?"
Zhao Huan's expression tightened, as if he heard something, and he quickly asked: "I wonder what the wise brother Zizhen means by this?"
Xu Zizhen took a few bites of the food unhurriedly, raised his eyelids, and said with a dry smile: "Your Highness, the army is not far from the north. If you talk, you will come. As the old saying goes, money will be spent.
Disaster, if you have no money, how can you eliminate this disaster?"
Zhao Huan's face became more and more ugly. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Dear brother, do you have any clever ideas? I hope you will give me some advice!"
These words sounded simple, but Xu Zizhen heard two meanings. One was naturally about the rescue method of not invading South China, and the other was to test whether it could be solved with money.
Xu Zizhen sneered: "Your Highness, are you not mistaken? What is my identity? I am just a small follower, and he can only listen to a nonsense word from me when he has no more than hundreds of thousands of troops? Let me tell you an old saying, you can only be an official for thousands of miles.
For the sake of wealth, it was the Emperor Jin who had the final say whether to retreat or not, but whether to fight seriously or not, it was money that had the final say."
Although Xu Zizhen's attitude became worse and worse, Zhao Huan didn't mind at all. He just nodded and said: "Exactly, I just want to have peace talks with Youshuai. I don't know, my dear brother Zizhen..."
Xu Zizhen banged the wine glass on the table and said with a glare: "Why didn't you understand what I said? His relationship with our young prince is not the same. You still want to talk to him?
"Then you want to have sex with me?" After saying that, Teng stood up and made a gesture to leave.
Zhao Huan hurriedly grabbed him and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, farewell. Dear brother Zizhen, please wait. It was a slip of the tongue, brother Fool. Please don't blame me."
That is to say, there is no one else in the private room, otherwise others would be stunned when they see it. The dignified prince would be so polite to Xu Zizhen, a white man with no fame and no military position. It can even be said to be humility.
But Xu Zizhen didn't buy his account at all, and sneered: "Let me tell you clearly, these days I have been discussing when to attack Bianjing. If you don't find out more about it, it will be too late. The only way now is
I can only ask our young prince to say a few words to you in front of the emperor so that Oli can slow down a bit, do you understand?"
Zhao Huan was so shocked by these words that he broke into a cold sweat. At this time, his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.
At this point, Xu Zizhen was already ready to let go and scare him, so he simply added another strong medicine: "To tell you the truth, now Daikin in China basically wants money, no money, no one, don't you know that now rush to
The people who fought in the front were all Liao people? Now the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom is waiting for you and your father to express your stance. If you are sensible and give more money, the Jin soldiers will naturally stop here. But if you still don’t understand, hum, you can’t
It’s all about saving face, let alone an emperor.”
These words made Zhao Huan finally wake up from a dream. He thought seriously for a moment, but suddenly raised his head and asked suspiciously: "Brother Zizhen, are you from the Jin Dynasty or the Song Dynasty?"
"Uh..." Xu Zizhen was speechless for a moment. He had just been talking happily and didn't pay attention to the tone and wording. It sounded like he was equally disrespectful to the emperors of both countries. Fortunately, he thought quickly and said proudly, "I
?Prince, do you still not know my identity?"
This time it was Zhao Huan's turn to be stuck. He hesitated for a while and then asked tentatively: "Could it be...could it be that Brother Zizhen is really a half-immortal?"
Xu Zizhen sneered: "What do you mean by Fei? Do you still think that scumbag Yaoshi Guo who made a lot of money is an immortal?"
Guo Yaoshi was a famous figure in the late Northern Song Dynasty. He was originally from Liaodong and served as the commander of the Liao Kingdom. After the fall of the Liao Kingdom, he surrendered to the Song Dynasty. However, when the Jin soldiers went south, they were defeated and surrendered to the Jin Dynasty. Since he was familiar with the strength of the Song Dynasty, he followed him.
Yan Zongwang went deep south and won a complete victory. Folk rumors said that he had practiced Taoism and had the body of a semi-immortal. In short, it was said that he was a god.
Xu Zizhen pointed his right index finger on Zhao Huan's chest and glared: "Zhao Huan, you first need to understand what an immortal is. Guo Yaoshi's trick of spreading beans and forming soldiers is just a blind trick. A true half-immortal cannot use magic in the mortal world, but he can
He can predict world events and can often decide the fate of a country with just one sentence. Who do you think is the immortal?"