After finishing Yan Chenghei's progress report on the grassland, every three days, it will be presented to Changsun Hong's desk, on time and on time, rain or shine.

Even if he had returned to Jingzhao Mansion in Guanzhong at the moment, and Wanyan Chenghei was in the Monan Grassland, he did not have any slackness.

A pot of tea, brewed in an antique fine purple clay pot, with faint incense and drizzle outside the window, is particularly intoxicating in the continuous sound of rain hitting plantains.

The eldest grandson Hong rarely did not wear armor or official robes, but only wore a cyan robe, kneeling on the mat with wide robes and large sleeves, and poured tea one by one for the tea cups that were placed smoothly on the desk.

"This is Shimenfan's new tea this year, before the festival after the rain, it is the best time to taste, you don't have to be polite, take a sip."

He smiled and groaned, and stretched out his hand to signal a few servants standing around him to show tea to a few Confucian scholars kneeling in front of him.

The servants were all veterans who had retired from the army, rough hands, strong and mighty, and the posture in which they brought the teacups to the Confucian scholars did not have the gentleness of the maids at all, and the horizontal eyebrows looked as if the Confucian scholars sitting there were a group of prisoners guarded by them.

The Confucian scholars sat upright, trying their best to suppress the fear in their hearts, their faces were expressionless, they looked at each other, and no one touched the teacup.

The eldest grandson Hong looked at them, smiled, took a sip of the cup himself, smashed his mouth and said, "It's not poisonous, you might as well taste it." ”

The Confucian scholars lowered their heads and eyes, but no one made a sound, and of course no one moved.

The eldest grandson Hong blew the tea leaves floating on the surface of the cup, and his smile was still the same.

The guards strode forward, grabbed the neck of a Confucian scholar, opened their mouths, and poured tea into their mouths.

For a while, there was a gurgling swallowing sound and a desperate struggle fluttering sound in the small flower hall, and there was also a violent coughing sound after the trachea entered the water.

The Confucian scholars were pinched, like a flock of ducks being fed.

Changsun Hong put down the cup, didn't speak, raised his eyelids and looked, waited for a while, felt that it was almost over, and then raised his hand and made a gesture.

The guards let go and retreated respectfully.

As if they had been pardoned, the Confucian scholars were lying on their stomachs on the mat and coughing violently, as if they were about to cough out their lungs.

"Eldest grandson Hong! If you want to kill, you will kill, why do you humiliate me so much! Kublai Khan's guest secretary Zhao Bi finally relieved his breath, blushed, pointed at the eldest grandson Hong and scolded angrily: "Since we have been captured by you, life and death are up to us, but we can't allow you to be bullied like this!" ”

The eldest grandson Hong had his hands on the case, his eyes were attentive, and he didn't get angry when he heard this, but just looked at Zhao Bi and said slowly: "Mr. Zhao has so much backbone, he has been in prison for so long, and he is still so vigorous, but I didn't expect it." ”

Zhao Bi snorted: "Coarse tea and light rice, I, Zhao Bi, have never been before, the scholar is arrogant, and he has poetry and books in his belly, of course I can't think of it!" ”

"Barbarian?" Changsun Hong frowned: "Didn't Mr. Zhao follow the barbarian as an official?" Why look down on barbarians? ”

"Kublai Khan is the prince of the Great Mongolian Kingdom, how can he be a barbarian!" Zhao Bi seemed to be trampled on, and shouted loudly: "He is the prime minister of Monan of Great Mongolia, and we will do things for him, but on behalf of heaven and the people!" ”

"But he's still a northern barbarian." The eldest grandson spread his hands: "It can't be changed." ”

"You, you! Unreasonable! Zhao Bi smoked seven times, but he knew that he couldn't refute it, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

Changsun Hong refused to give up, he glanced at the other Confucian scholars who were silent and still gasping, and continued: "You are all capable people, talented, and you have your own hardships when you devote yourself to Kublai Khan's work, I will not pursue it, but in the past few days, I have sent people to persuade you to surrender one after another, but you have been refusing to let go, stubborn, so I invite you to drink tea today, just to ask, why?" ”

He pointed at Zhao Bi and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao has already made his attitude clear, and he will not go with me if he dies, so what about you?" ”

Zhao Bi was puffed up, staring at him and not speaking, and the other Confucian scholars either touched their chests and made a smooth breath, or closed their eyes and made a deep groan, and no one expressed their position.

This situation, Changsun Hong had already anticipated it, and when he saw this scene, he was not annoyed, but just touched his chin and continued to speak.

"Actually, I'm very strange, Kublai Khan treats you well, respects you as guests, and doesn't shout and kill like other Mongolian nobles, naturally he has his purpose, you are so smart, of course, you also understand that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, which is beyond reproach. Some people appreciate and are willing to reuse, and it is normal for you to take refuge in him and do things for him with all your heart. ”

"But now that Kublai Khan is dead, the Mongols are fighting in the west, and you are of Han blood, why do you want to die and not surrender? If the loyal ministers don't care about the two masters, you have already broken this rule on the day you took refuge in Mongolia, what are you pretending to be now? ”

"Name? You have long been notorious for doing things for the Beiyu, what kind of name are you talking about? ”

Speaking of this, he smiled, but the Confucian scholars showed indignation, someone wanted to speak, Changsun Hong stretched out his hand to stop it, and a guard stepped forward, and slapped the man in the face, and the man was instantly honest.

So Changsun Hong's voice continued to echo: "Then it's interests, Kublai Khan gave you the position of Shangqing, gave you wealth, gave you respect, satisfied your vanity, and gave you the opportunity to display your talents, in fact, they are all interests." If you get a benefit, of course you will give him your life, this is a fact, don't be upset. ”

"For example, Monk Zicong." He said by name, and Zicong's body trembled: "You were originally the son of an official eunuch of the Jin Kingdom, commonly known as Liu Bingzhong, Huaicai did not meet before he followed Kublai Khan, you treat him as Bole, he treats you as a thousand miles of horses, and the treatment of Boyazi, if Kublai Khan becomes the Great Khan, you will probably be a character like Zhongshu Ling in the future, such an opportunity, if it were me, I would do the same." ”

"And you, Dou Mo, your talent is far and wide, among the Confucian scholars in the north, you are the most famous, how many people rely on you to shelter, only to survive under the iron hooves of Mongolia, speaking of which, you have great merit, but you pin all your hopes on Kublai Khan, but it is unwise."

"And you, you, you, it's all the same." The eldest grandson Hong pointed his fingers, and every Confucian student was named by him, and he said the origin, such as a number of family treasures, without hesitation at all.

"You are all Han people, because of the relationship of interests, and took refuge in Kublai Khan, the past, I can't help myself, I won't pursue it, but now, Kublai Khan is dead, Guanzhong is my world, you still die like this to save face, just don't give me face."

"I thought about it for a long time, and found that you refused to do things for me, could it be because I was too good to you and thought that I didn't dare to kill you?"

Changsun Hong nodded and waved his hand: "In this case, I have a principle: those who are not used by me will be killed by me, and it is better to kill them now than to go to Mongolia to fight against me in the future." The Mongols are not terrible, but the Han people like you who have taken refuge in them are especially terrible. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two guards stepped forward, lifted up Zhao Bi, who was still puffing out his eyes, like a chicken, pulled his arms, and before others could react, they waved their knives under the eaves and wiped their necks.

Blood rushed and splattered all over the ground.

Zhao Bi grabbed in the air with both hands, fell down softly, and the corpse was planted diagonally at the door, and the blood gushing out was everywhere.

Monk Zicong, who was sitting near the door, shook his body, almost fainting with fright.

The other Confucian scholars were also pale and their lips trembled, and they couldn't speak.

"Killing one is killing, and killing a group is also killing." Eldest Sun Hong smiled, stood up, stretched out his hand, and hugged him: "Now, after I finish speaking, who is willing to follow me, and who is not willing to follow?" Let's all take a stand. ”