With a plop, Zhao Huan sat back on the ground again, his eyes glazed over, and tears couldn't stop dripping.

Emperor Yang of the Great Song Dynasty had to surrender to a small Jurchen tribe, which was nothing less than a great shame for him, and what face would he have to see his ancestors and ancestors in the future? But what if you don't? Today's Great Song Dynasty is weak from top to bottom, why don't you want to expel the Jin people and restore the rivers and mountains? But in the huge world, no one can help him.

No, it's not that there is no one, Xu Zizhen will definitely be able to do it, but ......

Zhao Huan suddenly missed Xu Zizhen extremely at this moment, he had forgotten what Xu Zizhen had told him that his throne could sit for a long, long time, and all he remembered now was the broken porcelain basin with several gaps on the table in front of him, and the steamed buns in the basin that were harder than stones.

"Brother Xu Xian, where are you? ......" Zhao Huan's tears fell again.

The sound of choking and sobbing sounded all over the room, and all the ministers accompanied Zhao Huan to tears, even if there were those who secretly took refuge in Jin early, they also performed crying seriously.

After a while, the Jin soldier on duty at the door pushed the door in and shouted, "What are you crying about, pick up the clean, come with me." ”

Zhao Huan stood up silently, and the ministers didn't have the heart to care about the rudeness of the golden soldier, and followed out of the house.

This is the first time Zhao Huan has gone out after coming to the Jin Ying, he is about to drive him crazy in the past three days, he has never been treated like this since he was a child, he really wants to scold the Jin soldier, but when he thinks of the surrender ceremony that is waiting for him, he can't get angry at all.

In front of the gate of the Zhai Palace, the banner was unfurled, and the two columns of ironclad soldiers stood solemnly, Zhao Huan had no thoughts, and walked into the Zhai Palace with his head hanging his head and following the golden soldiers who led the way, and as soon as he entered the door, he found that the incense case had already been prepared, and there were dozens of fully armored golden generals standing on both sides, one by one squinting, full of mockery.

There was a handsome young man sitting at the top, smiling at him, it was the fourth prince of the current Dajin Kingdom, Wanyan Zongbi, that is, Wushu.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time." Wushu greeted Zhao Huan very politely, and he couldn't see that he had tortured Zhao Huan to the point of almost breaking down mentally in the past few days.

At this point, Zhao Huan had no choice but to lower his figure, quickly took a deep look, and replied: "Minister Zhao Huan, knock to see the fourth prince Chitose!" ”

The golden soldier who led the way bent his leg and shouted, "Bold! If you are already a minister, why don't you kneel? ”

Zhao Huan's legs were already weak, and he immediately fell down, and happened to fall on his knees, kneeling firmly, and Uncle Zhang next to him hurriedly helped him up, glaring at the golden soldier.

Wushu shouted at the golden soldier with a straight face: "Don't be rude! ”

"Yes!" The Jin Bing obviously didn't take it seriously, and stood away, glancing at Zhao Huan with his eyes, full of disdain and disdain.

After a few days of wind and snow, today's heavy snow began to clear, the soil on the ground became very wet, Zhao Huan fell half of his body with muddy water, the gauze hat on his head also fell off, and his hair bun was scattered.

It's just that Wushu's next sentence made him feel at the bottom again.

"Oh, Zhao Qing's clothes and pants are wet, why don't you go back and change them after receiving the salute quickly, what do you think?"

What else can Zhao Huan do, if he comes here, he will surrender, he can only swallow his anger and respond.

Wushu smiled and ordered his subordinates to put everything in order, and then sat upright, and a general next to him came to stand in the middle with a piece of paper in his hand, Zhao Huan glanced at it and recognized that it was the table of descent written by Sun Mao.

The ceremony began, and not long after Zhao Huan stood up, he had to kneel down again, and all the Song Chen behind him also knelt down.

Wushu nodded, and the Jin general began to read aloud, Zhao Huan was disheartened, and listened silently, but after only listening to a few words, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

The first few sentences of this table are straightforward flattery, and then it is more numb than one sentence, and it is extremely sycophant, and later even sentences such as "do not seek wealth and nobility, and are willing to be a slave of His Royal Highness" appeared, Zhao Huan only felt a wave of anger rushing out of his chest, and couldn't help but turn his head and stare at Sun Mo behind him.

His original intention of asking Sun Mo to ghostwrite was that he didn't want to face offending Jin Ren and offending Wushu, so he hoped that Sun Mo would be smarter, and directly refused the request of Siliu Puwen, but Sun Mo responded in one bite, and the pen was done overnight, and he died of this heart, but I didn't expect Sun Mo not only to write, but also to write like this......

Zhao Huan hated so much that he was about to crush his teeth, and the table was written to such a servile face, which simply lost the face of the ancestors of the Zhao family, if Taizu Taizong knew about it, I was afraid that he would have to jump back to the world and flog his unscrupulous descendants to death, no wonder Wushu was so satisfied with this table, no wonder!

Sun Mo didn't see it, he just knelt there respectfully and listened, and a few Song Chen, who had already secretly had dealings with the Jin people, were also like Sun Mo, and only a few Song Chen's faces became more and more angry.

Uncle Zhang was one of them, and he couldn't hold it back when he was halfway through the table, so he jumped up violently, grabbed Sun Mo's front and shouted: "The official family asked you to write a letter to you, but what is this Laoshzi you wrote?" You brute who has forgotten your ancestors! As he spoke, he smashed the door with a hard fist in front of Sun Mao.

Sun Mo is a civil official, and Zhang Shuye is a military attache although Ren Zhizhou, this punch is strong and heavy, Sun Mo can not dodge at all, he has suffered this blow, only to hear a scream, Sun Mo fell to the ground, blood flowed on his face, Zhang Shuye did not lose his breath, and rode on him, his fists fell one after another, and scolded while fighting: "Beast!" Villain! Lao Tzu will beat you to death! ”

Zhao Huan was dumbfounded, all Song Chen were also dumbfounded, and several other ministers were so frightened by Uncle Zhang's momentum that their legs were already weak, who would dare to step forward and brush this tiger whisker? And several courtiers loyal to Zhao Huan secretly applauded, who was willing to pull him?

It didn't take long for Sun Mo to roll his eyes up, only the breath out did not enter the air, and a few Jin soldiers next to him reacted, rushed forward to pull Zhang Shuye away, and then went to explore Sun Mo's snort, and saw that it was no longer possible.

Wushu was not angry, he was still smiling, waved his hand and let Sun Mo go down, then leaned over slightly, and asked Uncle Zhang: "I don't know what this adult is called?" ”

Uncle Zhang also let go at this time, and snorted: "The head of the Southern Song Dynasty, Uncle Zhang!" ”

Wushu said with a smile on his face and very kindly: "Lord Zhang is really courageous, and he has always admired brave and resolute men. He beckoned, and the attendant on the side brought a pot of wine very cleverly, "Gu respects Lord Zhang with a glass, I wonder if Lord Zhang is willing to make friends with Gu?" ”

Zhao Huan was suddenly startled on the side, Wushu wanted to make friends, he was obviously soliciting Uncle Zhang in front of him, he was shocked and angry but didn't dare to speak, and secretly hoped that Uncle Zhang would not agree.

Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Take my city and kill my people's friends, forgive Zhang for not daring to climb high." ”

Zhao Huan was shocked again, and Uncle Zhang beat Sun Mo at night, but this ......

There was silence in the audience, everyone was watching the conversation between Wushu and Uncle Zhang, and no one noticed that there was a pair of eyes in the corner not far away who were also watching here, and they scolded in a low voice: "Are you stupid?" Isn't this provoking Jin Xiaosi to kill you? ”

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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't explain it anymore, it's broken, it's broken, and I'm back now!