The old man in front of him had a death-seeking expression, which made the eldest grandson Hong's heart cold.

Kublai Khan ran away?

This courtyard is the place where the Mongolian soldiers of the entire Lingjing Prison are most concentrated, and it is also the place where the fighting is the most tragic.

"How did he run?" Eldest Sun Hong became angry, and suddenly raised his knife and put it on Yao Shu's neck: "Are you really willing to die for him?" ”

"I don't know." Yao Shu closed his eyes: "You kill me!" The old man has enough in this life, and it doesn't matter if he lives or dies. ”

Yao Shu's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes closed, waiting for the long knife to wipe his neck.

Changsun Hong's face was cloudy, his complexion changed, and the knife in his hand did not move.

The residual blood on the blade stained Yao Shu's collar red, sticking to his skin, making him feel a chill on his skin.

Jiulong Onde came out of the courtyard house with a calm face, approached Changsun Hong's side, and said in a low voice: "It's all searched, there is no one here!" ”

He looked at the eldest grandson Hong, whose face was like frost, and said, "I will immediately take people and search the whole city door to door behind closed doors?" ”

"It's useless, people must have run away!" The eldest grandson Hong sighed, withdrew the knife, held it in the palm of his hand, and said hatefully: "Send someone to ride out of the city to find it, you have to send people in several directions, Kublai Khan didn't go from the city gate, he must have fallen off the wall and went out, there is no horse around, he can't go far!" ”

Kowloon Angde lowered his head in agreement, glanced at Yao Shu, who was as stiff as a stake, and hurried away.

The courtyard fell silent, and the shouts of killing outside gradually subsided, and the leaves of the peach tree fell from the top of their heads, gently floating into a pool of blood on the stone table.

Changsun Hong sat down slowly and looked at the leaf.

"You are originally a Han Chinese, why do you have to work for the Beiyu?" He didn't look up, as if he was talking to the leaves, and asked: "There is a hundred years of feud between the north and south of the desert, and the sage says that those who are not of my clan will have different hearts." If you are familiar with history books, you should understand this truth. ”

Yao Shu, who thought he was dead, didn't wait for the moment when the knife fell, but when he heard this question, he was also single, so he stood and replied: "The old man was born in the north, and he was born in the north, and he grew up in the north, and since the day he was born, he is a native of the Jin country, and he has never known what the Song country is. The Jin State has owned the Central Plains for a hundred years, and it has been governed in a good way, and the people's hearts are attached. The Song State is south of the Yangtze River, although the Khitans are not of the same species as our Han people, but you can tell me, who is the orthodoxy of the Central Plains, and who is the southern barbarian? ”

He glanced at Changsun Hong with disdain, and said: "Those who get the Central Plains are called China, in my opinion, the Jin State and the Great Mongolia State that now occupies the Central Plains is the right way, and the Song Dynasty surnamed Xiao Zhao was originally a bully of the Chai family's orphans and widows to get the world, and there is no way to take it, I serve the Great Mongolia, and it is natural to deserve it!" ”

These words are said confidently, without any pretentiousness, and it can be heard that Yao Shu thinks so in his heart.

Changsun Hong moved his gaze up slightly and stared at him.

Yao Shu said it well, the Han people in the north have not known the Song Dynasty for many years.

From the beginning of the Liao State at the end of the Five Dynasties, to the possession of the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, and then to the rise of the Jin State that destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, the north of the Yellow River has been separated from the rule of the Han Dynasty for more than 200 years.

Two hundred years, based on the average age of people in this era of forty-five years, it has been nearly five generations.

If one generation still cherishes their homeland, two generations are homesick, and three or four generations will forget the Han regime and take the minority regime that overheads them every day as the orthodoxy of the country.

Not to mention five generations.

"But you're a Han seed." Changsun Hong was not angry, nor annoyed, but sighed slightly, and said softly: "Tiger poison does not eat children, you help the Mongols kill their own compatriots, how can they bear it?" ”

"The general is bad, I help Mongolia, precisely to help the Han people." Yao Shu waved his hand, his emotions became a little excited, probably because of Changsun Hong's words that touched something in his heart: "You just said that I have saved the lives of many Han people in Zaoyang and Dezhou, why can I do it?" It's not that I have much power, but I'm just a petty official who can't decide anything, and the reason why the nobles who have the power of life and death can listen to me is only because they understand that what I say makes sense. ”

"Mongolians are born on horses, grow up on horses, fight all the time, fight with foreign tribes, fight with tribes of the same race, and even fight with brothers and fathers, they advocate strength, the knife decides everything, the winner is the king, the loser is the coward, whoever wins can live."

"If such a people do not teach and preach, teach them the study of Confucius and Mencius, and let them understand that in addition to killing and plundering, there are also methods of management and the way of governing the country, then when they go south to the south of the Central Plains, they will be covered with blood and corpses all over the country, no city and no slaughter, no one will not be killed, all men will be killed, and women and children will be captured and enslaved for generations. General, think about it, am I helping them, or am I helping the Han Chinese? ”

Yao Shu stood tall, his clothes were windy, his face was serious and his tone was resolute, looking at the eyes of Changsun Hong, full of the tragedy of a martyr and seeing death as home.

Eldest Sun Hong looked at him lightly, his face expressionless.

His hands pressed against the stone table, and the green tendons flare.

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and asked calmly, "Is this your reason?" ”

"It's not a reason, it's the cycle of heaven that makes me take on such a heavy responsibility." Yao Shu said: "People say that the king has no way, but they don't know that there is no capable person around the king who can get rid of Daji. Although the old man is a scholar, he dares to ......"

"Fart!"

Changsun Hong slapped the table vigorously, and the stone table shook a few times, almost toppling over.

He drank violently, his eyes were angry, his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, and the whole person was angry, like King Kong, even if Yao Shu had the heart of death, he couldn't help but be calmed down and took a step back.

"You said that for the good of the Han people, you taught the Mongols to practice Chinese hyphenation so that they could understand that they should stop killing, so you answer me, what happened to the Chengdu massacre? What's going on with the slaughter of Xingyuan Mansion? There are many places in Lizhou and Fengzhou, do you want me to count them one by one? ”

Yao Shu froze and retorted: "Teaching the truth is not something that can be achieved overnight, and it is a bit repetitive, which can be described as ordinary. ”

"Good! You're right, Fang Wai Savage can become a civilized person in a year and a half, but you are a scholar, you should know that the country is easy to change and difficult to change. You have to reform a robber and let them know that they can't kill and loot unsafely to survive, and the right way to do this is to beat them with knives and fists until they don't dare! ”

"Teaching them to read and learn calligraphy enlightens their minds, but it will not help, and they will rob their homes and houses as if they were reading."

Because of his anger, Changsun Hong's face turned red, just like Guan Gong, and the cyan blood vessels jumped suddenly under the skin, almost coming out of the skin.

"What will a robber do, who has learned to think and know how to govern the country? Have you thought about it? ”

He spread his hands, stretched them out to his sides, and said angrily: "They will rob the whole world, they know the art of war, they know how to use people's hearts, and they know how to govern the country by combining coercion and inducement, does the Song Kingdom still have a way to live?" ”

Yao Shu replied lightly: "The Song Kingdom will not die, it has its own fixed number, and it is not something that I can promote alone." ”

"Whether the Song Kingdom will die or not, there is indeed a certainty, you can't decide alone, but who can you influence to destroy him. The Song Dynasty can die, but it must not die at the hands of foreigners! Changsun Hong slapped the stone table again, and the round table finally couldn't withstand such a strong blow, and one tilted and slipped from the stone pier below, "Bang! fell to the ground with a thud and almost hit Yao Shu's feet.

"In the world of the Han people, it should be decided by the Han people, and if the Mongols want to fight, they must be prepared to die." Changsun Hong kicked the stone table table, and the table rolled into the distance: "You helped them destroy their ancestors' country, the crime is extremely evil!" ”

Yao Shu looked at him and seemed to want to laugh: "General, if you say this, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, the Great Mongolia is about to cross the Yangtze River, but you want them to die?" ”

"So I'm not going to kill you, keep you for the day." Eldest Sun Hong let out a breath, turned to leave, and dropped a sentence: "You will see how the Mongolian princes who have been painstakingly taught are defeated by me!" ”