With a plop, Zhao Huan fell back to the ground, his eyes dull, and tears couldn't stop falling.
The great emperor of the Song Dynasty had to surrender to a small Jurchen tribe. This was nothing less than a great shame and humiliation for him. How could he have the face to meet his ancestors in the future? But what could he do if he didn't do this?
Today's Song Dynasty court is extremely weak from top to bottom. Why don't you want to expel the Jin people and restore the country? But no one in the world can help you.
No, no one can do it, Xu Zizhen can definitely do it, but...
Zhao Huan suddenly missed Xu Zizhen at this moment. He had forgotten what Xu Zizhen had told him that he could still sit on the throne for a long, long time. All he remembered now was the broken porcelain basin with several holes missing on the table in front of him.
, and the few steamed buns in the basin that are as hard as rocks.
"Brother Xu Xian, where are you?..." Zhao Huan's tears fell again.
Choking and sobbing sounded throughout the room, and all the ministers shed tears along with Zhao Huan. Even those who had secretly surrendered to the Jin people early on also performed their crying skills seriously.
Not long after, the Jin Bing on duty at the door pushed in and shouted: "Why are you crying? Clean up and come with me."
Zhao Huan stood up silently. The ministers did not care about Jin Bing's rudeness and followed him out of the house.
This was the first time Zhao Huan went out after coming to Jin camp. These three days almost drove him crazy. He had never been treated like this since he was a child. He wanted to scold the Jin soldier, but when he thought about it,
As he was waiting for the surrender ceremony, he couldn't express his anger at all.
Flags were fluttering in front of the Zhai Palace, and two rows of armored soldiers stood solemnly. Zhao Huan had no longer thought about it. He lowered his head and followed the Jin soldiers who led the way into the Zhai Palace. As soon as he entered the door, he found that the incense table had been prepared, and dozens of people were standing on both sides.
The golden generals in full armor all looked sideways with mocking expressions on their faces.
Sitting above him was a handsome young man, smiling slightly at him. He was none other than the current fourth prince of the Kingdom of Jin, Wanyan Zongbi, also known as Wushu.
"Your Majesty, it's been a long time." Wu Shu greeted Zhao Huan very politely, without any hint of the fact that he had tortured Zhao Huan to the point of near mental breakdown in the past few days.
At this point, Zhao Huan had no choice but to lower his body, bowed deeply and replied: "Your Majesty Zhao Huan, I wish you the fourth prince a thousand years!"
The golden soldier who was leading the way gave him a kick in the leg and shouted: "Bold! Now that you have become a vassal, why don't you kneel down?"
Zhao Huan's legs were already weak, so he stumbled and fell down. He happened to land on his knees and knelt down firmly. Next to him, Uncle Zhang hurriedly helped him up with his eyes and hands, and glared at the golden soldier.
Wu Shu shouted to the Jin soldier with a straight face: "Don't be rude!"
"Yes!" The Jin Bing obviously didn't take it seriously. He stood up with a grunt and glanced at Zhao Huan, full of disdain and contempt.
After several days of wind and snow, the heavy snow cleared today, and the soil on the ground became very wet. Zhao Huan was covered in muddy water when he fell, and the gauze hat on his head fell off, and his bun came loose. Looking at him in embarrassment,
Finally, although Wu Shu's shouting at the Jin Bing was fake, he finally felt better.
It was just Wu Shu's next words that made him feel at rock bottom again.
"Oh, Zhao Qing's clothes are all wet. Why don't we go back and change them after the ceremony? What do you think?"
What else could Zhao Huan do? He came here to surrender, so he could only swallow his anger and accept.
Wu Shu smiled and ordered his servants to put everything in order, and then sat upright. A general beside him came to the middle and stood in the middle with a piece of paper in his hand. Zhao Huan glanced at it and recognized that it was what Sun Zhan wanted.
Written down table.
The ceremony had begun. Not long after Zhao Huan stood up, he had to kneel down again, and all the Song ministers behind him also knelt down.
Wu Shu nodded, and the general Jin began to read the table aloud. Zhao Huan was disheartened and listened silently, but after listening to a few words, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The first few sentences of this lowering of the rank are straightforward flattery, and then the sentences are more disgusting and flattering. Later, there are even sentences such as "I don't seek wealth and honor, I am willing to be your highness's domestic slave".
, Zhao Huan felt a surge of anger coming out of his chest, and couldn't help turning his head to glare at Sun Zhan behind him.
His original intention of letting Sun Zhan ghostwrite was that he did not want to offend the Jin people and offend Wu Shu directly, so he hoped that Sun Zhan would be smarter and directly refuse the request for four or six parallel essays. However, Sun Zhan agreed immediately and returned the pen in one fell swoop.
He gave up on this idea. He didn't expect that Sun Zhan not only wrote it, but also wrote it like this...
Zhao Huan hated him so much that he almost chewed his teeth. He was so servile and servile as he wrote in his surrender. He simply lost the face of the ancestors of the Zhao family. If Taizu Taizong knew about it, he would probably jump back to the human world and punish his unscrupulous descendants.
Beaten to death, no wonder Wu Shu is so satisfied with this surrender, no wonder!
However, Sun Jian seemed not to have seen him. He only knelt there respectfully and listened. Several Song ministers who had secretly had contacts with the Jin people were also like Sun Jian. Only a few Song ministers had increasingly angry expressions on their faces.
The more prosperous.
Zhang Shuye was one of them. He couldn't hold it back until he was halfway through the sentence. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed Sun Jian's front and shouted violently: "The official asked you to write because it was a letter to you, but what you wrote is so troublesome."
What’s the big deal? You’re a beast who has forgotten your ancestors!” He said and punched Sun’s face hard.
Sun Jian was a civil servant, while Zhang Shuye was a military officer even though he was the magistrate of the state. This punch was so powerful and heavy that Sun Jian could not avoid it. He took the blow firmly and heard a scream. Sun Jian fell to the ground.
, with blood flowing across his face, Uncle Zhang couldn't calm down at night. He jumped up and sat on him, his fists fell one after another, and while beating him, he cursed: "Beast! Villain! I'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Huan was dumbfounded, and all the Song ministers were also dumbfounded. The other ministers were so frightened by Zhang Shuye's momentum that their legs became weak. Who dared to step forward and stroke this tiger's beard? And those who were loyal to Zhao Huan
Several ministers secretly applauded him, but who was willing to pull him back?
After a while, Sun Zhan's eyes were rolled up, and only the air coming out did not come in. Only then did the few Jin soldiers next to him react. They rushed forward and pulled Zhang Shuye away, and then went to check Sun Zhan's breathing.
No more.
Wu Shu was not angry, and was still smiling. He waved his hand and asked people to lift Sun Zhan down. Then he leaned over slightly and asked Zhang Shuye: "I wonder what I call this lord?"
At this time, Zhang Shuye also took the risk and said with a snort: "General manager of the southern capital of the Song Dynasty, Zhang Shuye!"
With a smile on his face, Wu Shu said very kindly: "Master Zhang is indeed very courageous. I have always admired brave and courageous men." He waved, and the entourage on the side cleverly brought a pot of wine, "I have a glass of wine for Master Zhang.
I wonder if Mr. Zhang would like to make friends with Gu?"
Zhao Huan was immediately shocked. Wu Shu was not trying to make friends. He was clearly recruiting Zhang Shuye in front of him. He was shocked and angry but did not dare to say anything. He secretly hoped that Zhang Shuye would never agree.
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Zhang Shuye raised his eyebrows and sneered: "My friend who took my city and killed my people, I forgive Zhang for not daring to reach out."
Zhao Huan was shocked again. It was enough for Zhang Shu to beat Sun Zhan at night, but these words...
The whole place was silent, and everyone was watching the conversation between Wu Shu and Zhang Shuye. No one noticed that there was a pair of eyes in the corner not far away, and they were also watching here, and they cursed in a low voice: "You...
Mom, are you stupid? Aren’t you provoking Jin Xiaosi to kill you?"
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