"Lord Zhang is so good." Wushu didn't get angry, only smiled slightly, and then suddenly waved his hand and said, "Someone, invite Master Zhang down to bathe and change clothes, and preside over the fasting ceremony for my army." ”

Presiding over the fasting ceremony?

Uncle Zhang was surprised, the meaning of fasting ceremony is fasting ceremony? Did the vultures lose their minds and go crazy, and even asked themselves to host for him?

Zhao Huan was also stunned, and reluctantly said with a smile: "Fourth prince Chitose, this ...... I'm afraid that's not right, right? ”

Wushu smiled: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's said that it's to preside over the fasting ceremony, so it's just to ask Lord Zhang to sacrifice the flag." ”

Zhao Huan's face instantly turned pale, sacrificial flag? The so-called presiding over the fasting ceremony is just a nice thing to say, it turns out that Uncle Zhang is going to be killed at night?

"Thousand ...... Chitose ......" Zhao Huan hurriedly stood up and wanted to dissuade him, Uncle Zhang entered King Qin in Beijing overnight, and he was a great loyal minister, and he couldn't bear it after all.

Wushu looked back at him with a smile: "Huh? ”

Zhao Huan only felt that Wushu's gaze was cold and ruthless, although he was smiling, but it was full of killing intent, he couldn't help but shudder, and the rest of the words were swallowed back into his stomach, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to say half a word.

Uncle Zhang's heart sank at night, and then he looked up to the sky and smiled: "Haha! Zhang didn't think that he could go back since he left Dengzhou that night, if he wanted to kill, he would kill, how could the old man be afraid of you? After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked out, but just after walking a few steps, he glanced back at Zhao Huan, his eyes were full of disappointment.

Several Jin soldiers came over and escorted Uncle Zhang down, but Zhao Huan never raised his head, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or not, Wushu glanced at him, and then looked at the rest of Song Chen intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This surrender ceremony soon continued, as if it was not affected by Zhang Shuye and Sun Mao, that Jin would continue to read the surrender table, and the heads of Zhao Huan and the Song ministers sank more and more.

But after a while, the ceremony was over, Wushu sat on the head, Zhao Huan and all the Song ministers all bowed to the north, and on this day, the Great Song Dynasty officially descended to the Jin Kingdom.

Wushu's face finally showed a satisfied look, he couldn't be dissatisfied, because since the southern expedition to Beijing, he has been secretly competing with the sticky left army that did not drink, once he joked with the sticky did not drink, saying that he wanted to bet on who could enter Bianjing first, but he did not expect Tiandu to help him, and the army led by sticky drink to attack Taiyuan unsuccessfully, and also touched a nose of ash, and finally had to retreat, and turned to the Deshun military road in the northwest.

Thinking of this, Wushu smiled more and more happily, all this seems to be providence, but in fact, there is a shadow of one person in it, that is Xu Zizhen.

If it weren't for Xu Zizhen, he might not be able to beat Taiyuan if he didn't drink it, I heard that during the Battle of Taiyuan, he came out one after another, so that he didn't drink and fled in embarrassment; If it weren't for Xu Zizhen, his second brother Liu Fengsui would not have defected from the Great Song Dynasty, he took a fancy to Liu Fengsui not because of his bravery, but because Liu Fengsui knew all the prophecies of Xu Zizhen, if it weren't for this, how could he have known that his second brother would be seriously ill at this time, and he was prepared early and took the power in the army.

A thought suddenly flashed in Wushu's heart, I don't know if Xu Zizhen has calculated, who will pass the throne of Dajin Kingdom to in the future, I don't know if I have this opportunity......

"Your Highness, Your Highness......"

A light call interrupted Wushu's thoughts, it was the golden general who read the table next to him, Wushu came back to his senses, looked down, Zhao Huan was still kneeling there, he nodded with satisfaction, and said: "It's not too early, Your Majesty should go back and rest early." ”

Zhao Huan slowly stood up like a walking corpse, and replied calmly: "Yes, the minister will retire." As he spoke, he turned around and staggered out, and without saying a word to Wushu, all the Song ministers also followed, as depressed as him.

Coming to the door, Zhao Huan was stopped by the Jin soldiers who led the way as soon as he walked a few steps.

"Hey, Emperor Song, where are you going?"

Zhao Huan was stunned, raised his head and wondered: "Didn't you let me go back to rest?" ”

The Jin Bing sneered: "The fourth prince is asking you to go back to your Bianjing Imperial City, is it because you are still reluctant to go back here?" ”

"Huh?!" Zhao Huan heard the fairy sound and asked in disbelief, "I...... Can I really go back? ”

The golden soldier became impatient, raised his foot and kicked: "Why don't you go quickly?" How long do you want Lao Tzu to send you? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Huan dared to be annoyed at this time, the leaky hut in the past few days was simply his nightmare, and now he can finally let him return to Beijing, this is simply the biggest good news, in short, he can't care about anything at this time, he is about to run as soon as he pulls the front hem of his clothes, but just after running two steps and thinking of one thing, he turned around and asked, "I don't know, I ...... Can my manager Zhang allow me to bring it back? ”

Although Zhao Huan was weak, he still remembered that Zhang Shuye was good, and at this time he could be regarded as having the courage, even if he brought Zhang Shuye's body back to Beijing.

The golden soldier sneered again: "That's the sacrificial flag set by the fourth prince, and it will be scattered into the river after a while, I'm afraid there will be nothing more for you to bring back." ”

Thump!

Zhao Huan sat on the ground with a soft foot, his face was pale, he didn't expect the so-called sacrificial flag of the Jin Kingdom to be so cruel, isn't it Ling Chi to chop alive? Ling Chi didn't count, he even had to scatter his flesh and bones in the river, and finally ended up with no bones left.

A group of Song ministers hurriedly helped him up, and they didn't dare to say more and ran away, who knows if they would leave one of them to come down again to sacrifice the flag if they delay for a while?

Zhao Huan's eyes were dull and his heart was like ashes, and he was dragged away from the gold camp by others, the more he thought about it, the more sad he became.

"Uncle Night! I...... I can't help you! Zhao Huan's emotions that had been suppressed for a few days exploded instantly, and he cried violently, completely ignoring the Jin soldiers around him who looked at him with mocking eyes.

"Official, official's day mourns!"

The Song ministers finally took him outside the camp gate, pushed and dragged him onto the chariot, closed the curtain and galloped away.

……

Just when Zhao Huan left the camp gate, Zhang Shuye was also escorted to a side room.

There was nothing in the room except a large wooden basin, which was steaming with freshly boiled hot water.

"Take off your clothes, wash them quickly, don't let Lao Tzu wait."

The two Jin soldiers who escorted him drank viciously, and kicked Zhang Shuye to the edge of the barrel, Zhang Shuye was caught off guard and almost tripped, he turned his head in anger and was about to scold a few words, but his head just turned around and his eyes were suddenly stunned.

I saw a golden soldier suddenly flash in outside the door, and as soon as his hand was raised, he showed a short knife with a handle, and slashed between the throats of the two golden soldiers delicately.

……

PS: Recently, I have been worrying about one after another, I really don't want to take it out and spoil everyone's mood, so I won't talk about it, but it's definitely not that I didn't put you in my eyes, please forgive me! As for the missing days, I can't say when I will make up for them, but I try to make up for them slowly.

It's my fault, bow a hundred times!