Zhao Huan's feet gave way and he collapsed on the ground, his face as pale as paper. Although he had already thought of such an outcome, he still found it difficult to accept it when it actually came.
Several officials around him hurriedly supported him. Zhang Shuye, who was accompanying him, was even more furious and shouted at the golden general: "How outrageous! How can I, the vast Song Dynasty, surrender to your little Jurchen tribe? It's ridiculous!"
The Jin general did not remain angry and sneered: "Then you can beat us back."
"you……"
Just when Zhang Shuye was about to fight back, Zhao Huan sighed and called him out: "That's it, just rub the ink with me, and I...just write."
"Officials! You must not do this!" Zhang Shuye and several other loyal ministers immediately fell to their knees on the ground, begging with tears streaming down their faces.
Zhao Huan smiled bitterly and picked up the pen. He never wanted to write this surrender, but...now the Jin people surrounded Bianjing like an iron barrel. Ordinary people could not get in, but the garrison from all sides wanted to enter the capital, but King Qin couldn't.
Don't even think about it, now he is no longer an emperor, but a trapped poor man.
Not long after, the ink was polished. Zhao Huan gritted his teeth and wrote the surrender form with a wave of his hand. After he finished writing, he didn't even have the courage to look at it again. He directly picked it up and handed it to the golden general. The golden general smiled contemptuously.
, picked up the surrender watch and walked out. Here Zhao Huan had already burst into tears and fell down on a chair. The ministers beside him were weeping with him.
Zhao Huan felt sad and sorrowful in his heart. He thought about the great achievements that Taizu Huangpao had made. Later, all the previous emperors made their own achievements and built the Song Dynasty into a prosperous country. But who would have thought that his generation would become so depressed, even the Jurchens?
Such a small border country that grew up from a small tribe can push itself into such a situation.
Dear brother Zizhen, didn’t you say that my throne will last for a long time? But now that I have become the king of subjugation, is there another mystery to your prophecy? My dear brother, where are you?…
Zhao Huan was still thinking about Xu Zizhen. Unexpectedly, the golden general turned around again in just a moment. As soon as he entered the door, he threw the surrender form in front of Zhao Huan: "My fourth prince said, rewrite it."
"This..." Zhao Huan was stunned and asked cautiously, "I wonder what's wrong?"
The golden general said impatiently: "I don't know what's wrong. The fourth prince said that the lowering of the table should be in the style of lowering the table. It should be four... what is the pairing of four and six? I don't understand. You can figure it out for yourself. Fourth Prince
If you still say it’s not right…hum!”
After the Jin general finished speaking, he slammed the door and left. Zhao Huan was stunned and silent on the spot, and the courtiers next to him showed even more displeasure.
What is four-six couplets? Four-six couplets are parallel prose. The couplets are mainly composed of upper and lower couplets with an equal number of words. The number of words is relatively equal. This style is usually used in the writing of chapter tables and memorials. The contrasts are neat and beautiful. Later generations have
There is an idiom called Piansi Liliu, which means exactly this.
Wu Shu asked Zhao Huan to write a surrender form in four or six styles, which was clearly a way of teasing and insulting him.
Zhao Huan was bored for a long time, then waved his hand and said: "That's all, there's no need to worry about it now." As he spoke, he picked up the pen again, but this small bamboo pen was as heavy as a thousand catties in his hand.
No matter what, Zhao Huan couldn't let go. Now he felt humiliated and panicked, and he couldn't even write half a word.
"Alas... Zhong Yi." Zhao Huan waved to someone, whose surname was Sun and whose given name was Zhong Yi. He was also a close confidant who he used after he came to the throne. He is currently the Quanzhi Academy. Zhao Huan handed the pen to him and said, "
You can write for me." After saying that, he turned away and stopped looking.
Sun Zhan took the pen with both hands and said respectfully: "Wei Chen accepts the decree!" After saying this, he lifted up the front of his clothes and sat down. After a brief thought, he began to write quickly.
The whole room was silent, no one said anything, and no one looked at Sun Zhan. What he was writing now was to lower the list. Everyone here was ashamed to even look at it, but Sun Zhan frowned slightly, and after a while he had finished writing,
But he was not in a hurry to hand it over to Zhao Huan. Instead, he crumpled the paper into a ball and started rewriting it.
After writing the second time, he looked up and down. Still dissatisfied, he continued to revise. This was repeated until the fourth time, when his brows widened. It was obvious that he was very satisfied, and then he handed the document with both hands.
Zhao Huan: "Please let the officials take a look."
Zhao Huan still had the time to read, and waved his hand without even glancing at it. Sun Zhan bowed with the letter in his hand, turned around and went out and handed the written surrender form to the golden general waiting outside the door.
The north wind was howling outside and the snow was flying heavily. It was so cold inside that even the breath seemed to turn into ice. Zhao Huan was sitting at the table, his body trembling slightly. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or because he was scared. His eyes were dull and blank, as if he had been caught.
The soul has been taken away, and there is no trace of life.
About half an hour later, the golden general came back, glanced at everyone when he entered the door, and asked: "Who wrote this lowering of the watch?"
Zhao Huan was startled and asked hurriedly: "Is there something wrong again?"
The golden general grinned: "It's appropriate, it's very appropriate. The fourth prince is very satisfied this time."
Zhao Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and his anxious heart finally relaxed. He asked tentatively: "Can you tell me when the fourth prince can see me?"
General Jin smiled again: "Don't worry, you can see me the day after tomorrow." After saying that, he ignored Zhao Huan and turned around.
Zhao Huan and the officials looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what he meant. Zhang Shuye wanted to go outside to inquire, but was stopped inside. Only then did they find a group of golden soldiers standing outside the door, holding long spears and steel knives.
The guards were guarding everyone, including Zhao Huan. No one could step out of the door without Wu Shu's order.
Zhang Shuye was immediately furious and asked: "What does this mean?"
Jin Bingli outside the door ignored him and still stood there, talking and laughing casually in groups of two and three, seemingly not seeing them at all.
Zhao Huan was angry and anxious, but he couldn't bring himself to resist at all, so he silently called Zhang Shuye back, comforting himself in his heart that he would make peace with him as soon as he came. Wu Shu called him here for peace talks, and he would eventually meet him sooner or later.
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But he didn't expect that he would have to wait for two full days. During these two days, the north wind never stopped and the snow never stopped. The monarch and his ministers were all crowded in this small room. Not to mention the cold, the Jin people
Even the food delivered was not even half hot, and it simply left Zhao Huan with no appetite at all.
A bowl of cold steamed buns and a jar of cold water. When has Zhao Huanda ever eaten anything like this since he was born?
So Zhao Huan barely ate anything in the past two days. He could only take a sip of cold water when he was extremely thirsty, but he almost vomited it out immediately, because this was not clean water at all, but river water scooped from somewhere.
It's bitter, salty and has a bit of fishy smell.
On the morning of the third day, the golden general finally came again. Zhao Huan immediately regained his energy, and regardless of being reserved, he got up and went to greet me personally and asked, "Can the fourth prince see me?"
The golden general looked him up and down, frowned and said, "My fourth prince is waiting for you in the Zhai Palace. Wash yourself quickly. The incense table has been prepared."
Zhao Huan was startled: "Why set up an incense table?"
The Jin general looked at him like an idiot and said, "Since you have handed in the surrender form, the fourth prince will naturally accept the surrender. Do you still have to ask?"