"Master Zhang is a man of great character." Wu Shu did not get angry, but smiled slightly, and then suddenly waved his hand and said, "Come here, please invite Master Zhang to go down and bathe and change clothes, and preside over the fasting ceremony for our army."
Host a fasting ceremony?
Zhang Shuye was greatly surprised. Zhaiyi meant a fasting ceremony? Did Wushu lose his mind and go crazy, asking himself to preside over it?
Zhao Huan was also stunned, forced a smile and said: "The fourth prince is a thousand years old, this... Isn't this inappropriate?"
Wu Shu smiled and said: "There is nothing wrong. I said I was presiding over the fasting ceremony, so I just asked Mr. Zhang to sacrifice the flag."
Zhao Huan's face instantly turned pale. Sacrificing the flag? The so-called presiding over the fasting ceremony was just to put it nicely. It turned out that he wanted to kill Zhang Shuye?
"Thousands...thousands of years..." Zhao Huan hurriedly stood up and tried to dissuade him. Uncle Zhang came to the capital overnight and King Qin was a very loyal minister. After all, he couldn't bear it.
Wu Shu turned around and looked at him with a half-smile: "Huh?"
Zhao Huan felt that Wu Shu's eyes were cold and merciless. Although he was smiling, he was full of killing intent. He couldn't help but shudder, and swallowed the rest of his words. He lowered his head and did not dare to say another word.
Zhang Shuye's heart sank, and then he looked up to the sky and smiled: "Haha! Since Zhang left Dengzhou that night, he has never thought about returning home intact. He will kill him if he wants. How can I be afraid of you?" After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and said,
He turned around and walked out, but after taking a few steps, he looked back at Zhao Huan, his eyes full of disappointment.
Several Jin soldiers came over and took Zhang Shuye down, but Zhao Huan never raised his head. He didn't know whether it was because he was ashamed or because he didn't dare. Wu Shu glanced at him, and then glanced at the other Song ministers intentionally or unintentionally.
With a smile.
The surrender ceremony quickly resumed, seemingly unaffected by Zhang Shuye and Sun Zhan. The Jin general continued to read the surrender form aloud, and the heads of Zhao Huan and the Song ministers became lower and lower.
In just a moment, the ceremony was over. Wu Shu sat at the head, and Zhao Huan and all the Song ministers all bowed to the north. On this day, the Song Dynasty officially surrendered to the Jin Kingdom.
Wu Shu's face finally showed a look of satisfaction. He couldn't be dissatisfied, because since he went to Beijing for the Southern Campaign, he had always been secretly competing with the left army of Nian Meidou. He once joked with Nian Meidou after drinking,
He said he wanted to make a bet on who could conquer Bianjing first, but he didn't expect Tiandu to help him. Nian Meihe led his army to attack Taiyuan but failed, and was in trouble. In the end, he had no choice but to retreat and focus on Germany in the northwest.
Follow the military road.
Thinking of this, Wu Shu smiled even more happily. All this seemed to be God's will, but in fact, there was a person's shadow in it, and that was Xu Zizhen.
If it hadn't been for Xu Zizhen, Nian Wuhe might not have been able to defeat Taiyuan. I heard that during the Battle of Taiyuan, he had sent out numerous troops, causing Nian Wuhe to flee in embarrassment; if it hadn't been for Xu Zizhen, his sworn brother Liu Fengsui would not have rebelled against the Song Dynasty.
He fell in love with Liu Fengsui not because of his bravery, but because Liu Fengsui was well aware of all the predictions Xu Zizhen had made. If not, how could he have known that his second brother Yi Li Bu Da Shuai would be there?
At this time, he was seriously ill, and he had made preparations early and took advantage of the situation to take over the power in the army.
A thought suddenly flashed through Wu Shu's mind. I wonder if Xu Zizhen has calculated who will pass the throne to the Kingdom of Jin in the future. I wonder if he will have this opportunity...
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Wu Shu's thoughts were interrupted by a soft call. It was the golden general reading out the surrender. Wu Shu came back to his senses and looked down. Zhao Huan was still kneeling there. He nodded with satisfaction and said:
"It's getting late, Your Majesty, you'd better go back and rest early."
Zhao Huan stood up slowly like a zombie and responded numbly: "Yes, I will leave." After saying that, he turned around and staggered out without saying a word to Wu Shu. All the Song officials followed closely, just like him.
dejected.
Arriving outside the door, Zhao Huan was stopped by Jin Bing who was leading the way after he had just taken a few steps.
"Hey, Emperor Song, where are you going?"
Zhao Huan was startled, raised his head and said in confusion: "Don't you want me to go back and rest?"
The Jin Bing sneered: "The fourth prince asked you to go back to your Bianjing Imperial City. Are you still reluctant to go back here?"
"Ah?!" Zhao Huanru heard the fairy voice and asked in disbelief, "I...can I really go back?"
The Jin soldier became impatient and kicked him: "Why don't you leave quickly? How long do you want me to see you off?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" How could Zhao Huan dare to be upset at this time? The drafty cabin has been his nightmare these days. Now he can finally return to Beijing. This is simply the greatest good news. In short, at this time
He couldn't care about anything else. He lifted up the front of his clothes and was about to run. But after taking two steps, he thought of something. He turned around and asked, "I don't know... can my manager Zhang allow me to take it back?"
Although Zhao Huan was weak, he still remembered Zhang Shuye's good deeds. At this time, he mustered up the courage to bring Zhang Shuye's body back to Beijing.
The Jin Bing sneered again: "That is the flag sacrifice ordered by the Fourth Prince. He will be chopped up alive and thrown into the river later. I'm afraid there won't be anything left for you to take back."
thump!
Zhao Huan's feet fell softly and he fell to the ground, his face pale. He did not expect that the so-called sacrificial flag of the Jin Kingdom was so cruel. Wasn't Ling Chi cut into pieces alive? Not only did Ling Chi scatter his bones and flesh into the river, he ended up in the end.
No bones remain.
All the officials of the Song Dynasty hurriedly helped him up, and did not dare to say more and fled. Who knows if Wu Shu would have to leave one of them to sacrifice the flag again if he delayed for a while?
Zhao Huan's eyes were dull and his heart was filled with despair. He allowed others to help and drag him away from the Jin camp. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became. The mighty China of the Song Dynasty had unexpectedly fallen to the fate of the Jin people. In the past few days, he had
The humiliation he suffered made him even want to die, and he was still a monarch, but he couldn't even keep a minister, so he could only watch him die.
"Uncle Ye! I...I can't help you!" Zhao Huan's emotions that he had suppressed for several days suddenly burst out and he burst into tears, completely ignoring the Jin soldiers around him who looked at him with mocking eyes.
"The official family, the official family expresses condolences!"
The ministers of the Song Dynasty finally brought him outside the camp gate, pushed and dragged him into the chariot, closed the curtain and sped away.
…
Just when Zhao Huan left the camp gate, Zhang Shuye was also taken to a side room.
There was nothing in this room except a large wooden basin. The water in the basin was filled with freshly heated hot water.
"Take off your clothes and wash them quickly. Don't make me wait."
The two golden soldiers who were escorting him gave Zhang Shuye a fierce shout and kicked Zhang Shuye towards the bucket. Zhang Shuye was caught off guard and almost stumbled. He turned around in anger and was about to curse a few words, but his head
Just when he turned around, his eyes suddenly froze.
Suddenly, another golden soldier flashed in outside the door. He raised his hand and pulled out a short knife, and swiped it lightly between the throats of the two golden soldiers.
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ps: Recently, there have been one annoying thing after another. I really don’t want to bring it out to spoil everyone’s mood, so I won’t say it. But it’s not that I don’t take all of you book friends into consideration. Please forgive me! As for the lack of
These days I can’t say when I will complete it, but I will try my best to slowly complete it.
The fault is mine, bow your head and bow a hundred times!