289 Sun Mo flattered and wrote a table

The Wanyan brothers felt that Tokyo Bianliang really had nothing to scrape, and decided to close the net. He also sent Yan Hei to the palace to lobby Song Qinzong and Zhao Huan to discuss the signing of the agreement and the withdrawal of the army.

Zhao Huan let out a long breath and thought: This group of plague gods can finally be sent away, and they can live a peaceful life from now on. Therefore, I still came to Jinying happily. As soon as he came in, he felt that something was wrong, and Jin Ren didn't sign any agreement with him, but directly asked him to write a table.

"Isn't that a lie?! Isn't that a lie!? It's black, it's black! You come out for me!! After shouting for a long time, there was not even a shadow of Wanyan Hei, and what came out was the Golden Vulture.

"What's it called? Tired of being alive? Give you a day, if you can't write a table, you will all be beheaded. Jin Wushu glared, pulled out his sword, scolded a few words, and saw that Zhao Huan and his ministers were all honest, so he went out.

Zhao Huan was so frightened that he didn't dare to scream anymore, squatted on the ground, cried, and said vigorously: "Can't write, can't write!" The century-old inheritance of our ancestors cannot be destroyed in my hands...... At this point, what if you don't write it? Everyone, who will write for me? ”

After asking for a long time, no one squeaked. Suddenly, Sun Mo stood up, wiped his tears and said, "Your Majesty, let's come!" ”

Zhao Huan's original intention, everyone should not write, it can be delayed for a while. Sun Mo was born in Jinshi, and at this time he was a member of the Zhongshu House, and his literary talents were flying. Pick up the pen and write it quickly.

Wan Yan Sao looked at them in charge, picked up the book written by Sun Mo and left, and came back after a while. His face was very ugly, and he said angrily: "The two handsome people in my family have read it, what kind of broken things are they writing?" No sincerity at all! If you want to write in four or six sentences, aren't you Song people the best at writing articles? ”

Zhao Huan broke all illusions at this time, the Jin people asked you to surrender, you have to surrender honestly, and it is not good if you are not sincere.

Sun Mo took the "Old Surrender Book", but he really felt bad, he didn't pay special attention, and he was suspected of coping with it. He found a corner, sat down, and thought about it seriously. took out the persuasion to write an article in the college entrance examination (imperial examination) that year, searched the intestines and scraped the stomach, racked his brains, and wrote three drafts but was not satisfied.

He stood up, thought as he walked, and whispered in his mouth: "'Teng Jiao Qi Feng, the word sect of Master Meng; Purple Electric Green Frost, General Wang's arsenal. The sky is high and the earth is high, and the universe is infinite; Happiness and sorrow, knowing the wealth and emptiness...... 'must write a book of such a level as the "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of the Vine", we can't do the Jin people in the war, but we can't lose to the Jin people when we write articles! ”

He finally got the inspiration, and he wrote it. After reading it once, I felt satisfied, and copied it again in regular script.

Wanyan Sao was responsible for taking the surrender book away again, came to the Chinese army's big tent, and handed the surrender book to Wanyan Zongwang. The two brothers looked at each other, the elder brother nodded, and the younger brother also nodded.

Actually, Wanyan Zongbi was not very interested in this, and asked casually: "Is it okay this time?" ”

Wanyan Zongwang smiled and said, "This time it's a distraction, and the writing is flying!" ”

Wanyan Zongwang handed over the book of surrender, Wanyan Zongbi glanced at it, handed it back, and said with a smile: "Chinese characters, I don't know much, you should read them to me." ”

Wanyan Zong cleared his throat and said——

…… Zong Wang is like a tiger, and Zong Bi is like an eagle. Like a tiger with wings, he smashed into Tokyo, marched at great speed, and defeated the immortal soldiers. Black clouds overwhelm the city, just like Mount Tai pressing the top; A light to the sun, more like the sun sweeping the shadow......

Zhao Huan was guilty and willingly offered the city. Emperor Shengnai, the star of Ziwei. Wechen kowtows, eternal obedience!

"Mom. Yes, there is such a lowly emperor, and there is this minister who slaps the horse, Song is not allowed to die! Since then, the surname of the Great Song Dynasty has been completed, and it has nothing to do with the surname Zhao! Hahaha......" After Yan Zongbi finished speaking, he laughed.

Wanyan Zongwang was also overjoyed, and ordered people to hurry up 800 miles to send the book to Jin Shangjing (now Acheng, Heilongjiang).

After Yan Sheng finished reading the table, he twisted his beard and laughed, and said loudly: "The Great Liao is destroyed, the Great Song is destroyed!" The world is my big gold! This time, as soon as the Song Dynasty was destroyed, what Dali and what Western Xia were not worth mentioning. Hahaha......"

After laughing, Yan Sheng looked at the table again, and felt that he had studied Chinese for more than ten years, and it was really unreasonable not to change a few words in the table. Looking around, I felt that the word "guilty" was not good, so I picked up the pen and changed it to "immorality".

After the change, I felt that the table was perfect. You Da Song died, not because you "Zhao Huan is guilty", but because you "Zhao Huan is immoral". The old emperor Zhao Ji should also be brought in, forget it, he has already abdicated, just let his son take the bag.

After Yan Sheng ordered, eight hundred miles were urgent, and the holy decree was sent back to Bianliang, Tokyo. The gist is: to fully take over Bianliang City, bring all the descendants of the Zhao family back to the Jin Kingdom, and never allow the Zhao family to be the king, and choose the surname as the puppet emperor......

Wan Yanhei came to the palace again, and the gate was open, like a vegetable market. The emperor and the main ministers were all detained in the golden camp, and without the lead, one by one they were even more masterless, and they couldn't live in fear.

This time, Wan Yanhei came directly to Longde Palace to fool Zhao Ji and said, "Your son and our two handsome men have a good conversation, and he will come back in two days." There are some matters that Zhao Huan can't be in charge of alone, so he has to ask the emperor to discuss it. As soon as the emperor goes, your son Zhao Huan will come back immediately and be his emperor. ”

As soon as Zhao Ji heard that he was going and his son could come back, he immediately agreed. As soon as he entered the gold camp, he was detained. The two of them hugged their heads and cried in the golden camp, crying enough to look at each other. Silent and two tears, the sound of vultures sounded in my ears.

Zhao Huan had long been frightened by Wanyan Zongbi, and his legs trembled when he saw him. Zhao Ji is similar to his son, and when he saw the golden mace along the way, he was already stupid.

Wanyan Zongbi pulled out another section of his sword, lit it up, and ordered: "Listen to the two of you, write a letter separately, so that your wives, sons, and daughters, none of them are missing, and they all come to Jinying!" ”

"What are you doing here?" The two of them asked tremblingly.

"Ask what you should ask, don't ask what you shouldn't, write quickly!" Wanyan Zongbi pulled out all his swords.

The two of them didn't dare to speak, and each obediently wrote a letter. After Yan Hei took the letter again, he led a group of golden soldiers to the palace, as if playing Go, and finally ended. The sons of the Zhao family are bloodless, and when they saw the letter from their father and brother, they obediently followed. Not to mention women, who can only follow men.

Wanyan Zongbi and Wanyan Zongwang looked at the painting roster and checked it, but they didn't see Zhao Ji's ninth son, Zhao Gou. When I asked, I found out that I had already left the city.

Wanyan Zongwang slapped his thigh and regretted it, feeling that he had done the stupidest thing in his life, that is, he had let go of the real Zhao Gou as a fake Zhao Gou.

"Brother, don't worry! A little Zhao Gou, he doesn't even have bullshit. When you meet him, you will be caught, and you will be sent back to your hometown! Wanyan Zongbi said disapprovingly.

"Zhao Ji, this son, is different!" Wanyan Zongwang shook his head and said.

"I don't believe in Zhao Ji's seeds, what else can he do!"

Wanyan Zongwang knew that it was useless to regret it, but this fish that slipped through the net had to be caught......

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