The people around also felt the panic of the Jurchens.

The officers and soldiers guarding the gate who separated the Tartar from Xu Shiyang looked at the Tartar in amazement, and after a long time, they realized something, and kept turning their heads to look at Xu Shiyang, whether good or bad, and the eyes cast at him were full of curiosity, admiration and envy.

It wasn't until the last panicked Tartar disappeared in front of them that the two trappers lowered their bodies and let Xu Shiyang jump off their shoulders.

After landing, Xu Shiyang turned his back to Pu Luhun and asked as if unintentionally: "Being a tartar is very majestic, right?" Do you want to vote again? ”

The former Jurchen Mouke was stunned for a moment, and instantly broke into a cold sweat.

He quickly knelt down and whispered to Xu Shiyang: "Although the slave is an uneducated Tartar, he also understands a truth - if you want to live for a long time, you have to be a slave to the strongest master." ”

"The minion thinks that you are the strongest, master!"

Xu Shiyang nodded, didn't continue to say anything, just waited a little bored behind the envoy of the Jin State, and another group of more than a hundred cavalry of the Golden Spear Class came over.

They also felt the emotions of the Tartars in front of them when they entered the city, so that this group of Praetorian Guard soldiers of the Great Zhou seemed to be a lot more high-spirited.

They tried to straighten their backs as much as possible, and entered their own capital in a row, and even a few of them who were obviously younger made a gesture towards Xu Shiyang on their horses.

Xu Shiyang pinched his waist with one hand, raised his right hand halfway, and waved slightly to the soldiers of the Golden Gun Squad.

After the Golden Gun Class also entered the city, Xu Shiyang didn't turn around and looked back, and directly commanded his subordinates coolly:

"Into town."

Then he should first advance towards the human wall formed by the officers and soldiers guarding the gate in front.

Like a god splitting the sea, hundreds of Great Zhou officers and soldiers separated from each other with Xu Shiyang's pace, giving him a space to symbolize awe.

"Hero!"

An immature voice sounded in a delicate two-story building behind Xu Shiyang.

It sounds like some brave little boy cheering for a triumphant hero.

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

Subsequently, in the houses, shops and lanes on both sides of the city gate, countless Lin'an people poured out, shouting loudly at the back of Xu Shiyang Wei'an.

The oppressive atmosphere that had been stirred up by the Tartars was swept away in an instant, and everyone excitedly celebrated the victory.

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

In this thunderous cheer, Xu Shiyang officially stepped into the Great Zhou Lin'an Mansion.

……

After entering the city gate and coming to Dutingyi, the Shuhu Gao Qi was able to get out of the gaze of the hungry tiger.

This Jurchen warrior, who was born as a guard of the Dajin Emperor, asked the deputy envoy beside him:

"Who was that guy just now?"

"I don't know."

Deputy Envoy Wan Yanxi's situation was even more unbearable than that of Shuhu Gao Qi, he even felt a chill behind his back, probably a lot of cold sweat just now, right?

Wan Yanxi shook his head with palpitations and said:

"I've never heard of this guy."

"There are also warriors in the Southern Dynasty." Shuhu Gao Qi sighed.

"So what!" Wan Yanxi, who felt that he had lost face just now, said viciously: "As long as the emperor of the Southern Dynasty is a coward!" ”

"This time, I must coerce him to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

……

"It's ridiculous!!"

Lin'an City, Wenfu.

The old man, who is respected by the world as the Duke of Wen, does not have the appearance of a scholar and is light-hearted, and he jumps like thunder in his own hall.

"Look at what these are!"

Wen Xianggong clutched a roll of yellow silk in his hand, and shouted in front of his two sons and several friends who also belonged to the main battle faction:

"The Holy One is a vassal to the Tartars! You have to accept the canonization of the Tartars! ”

"The annual coin has been increased to 300,000 silver silks! I have to give the Tartars a million dollars to the army! ”

"That's fine, after all, it's a peace treaty that was signed last year, but what's going on! What's going on! ”

The arm holding the yellow silk trembled slightly in front of everyone, showing the anger in the heart of the owner of the arm at the moment.

Everyone in the hall bowed their heads and did not dare to reply.

In addition to the requirements for the canonization of the Great Zhou Emperor in front of the people of the world and urging the Great Zhou to transport this year's New Year's coins and last year's military money to the north as soon as possible, the documents submitted by the Jurchen envoys put forward some additional requirements.

One of the most critical is to ask Da Zhou to make peace with his relatives and send a princess to the north to marry the grandchildren of Emperor Dajin.

Of course, if it was just to sacrifice the happiness of the royal princess, the main battle faction would not be so angry, after all, the clan relatives are all deeply favored by the country, and it is nothing to make some sacrifices at this time.

However, harmony is never something that can be done by sending out one or two women.

In particular, the Jurchens also put forward specific requirements, such as:

1,000 taels of gold, 50,000 taels of silver and silk, 300,000 pieces of money, 300 maids and maids, 3,000 craftsmen and craftsmen of all kinds, and 800 monks and Taoists.

All of the above must be used as a dowry, and the princess who accompanied her relatives went north to return to gold.

It was definitely an unbearable lion gap!

It's okay to have money, and it's not unacceptable to the maids, monks, and Taoists, but if the craftsmen and craftsmen are given to the tartars, won't they become enemies?

Okay, okay, it was also a rival to give them money, but Da Zhou could still earn it back through businessmen.

If the craftsman gave the tartar, what would be left of the Great Zhou? If the Jurchens also achieved strong soldiers, combined with their powerful cavalry and barbaric temperament, what else could the Great Zhou do to stop them?

Besides, more than 4,000 people have been forced to move north, should their families follow them? Wouldn't this become his own slavery of giving tens of thousands of people to the Jurchens?

Even if the craftsmen were not selected to move north, they would definitely have to bribe the lower-level officials, and ...... with the virtues of those officials, hehe, without the Tartars, the Great Zhou himself would have to be turbulent for a few years!

"For the sake of the Great Week, such conditions must not be agreed!"

Wen Xianggong said categorically:

"Bathing, changing! I want to face the saint, and the old man must state the benefits and disadvantages to the saint in person! ”

"Father!"

Wen Xianggong's eldest son, Wen Zhong, who is currently serving as a bachelor of Hanlin, could not continue to sit down, so he had to stand up and stop his father:

"Now that you have sent a message, why should you face the saint?"

Wen Xiang blew his beard and glared at him angrily, humming like a bull for a long time, but he had nothing to say.

The son is right, he has already made a comeback, although he always wants to make a comeback, but after all, he has not succeeded, how can a white body casually face the saint?

In the hall, all the officials of the main battle faction bowed their heads and looked sad and indignant.

If the Tatar Ziti's request is met this time, the Great Zhou will completely lose the opportunity to go on a northern expedition to the Central Plains.

Perhaps, it won't be long before even the Yangtze River can't do it.

"Father."

Wen Zhong straightened his clothes with both hands, and said slowly:

"You are the backbone of the Great Zhou, and you must not disobey the holy will now, in order to rise again in the future and reorganize the rivers and mountains."

"I'm a Hanlin bachelor, so I'd better leave it to the children to do this kind of thing."

In the current state where almost all the main battle factions are in the opposition, Wen Zhong is already the highest official in the main battle faction.