PS: Go home on vacation, entangled in mundane affairs, these two days are single shifts, I hope you forgive me!

Looking up at the silent Wende Hall in the darkness, Jia Rudao breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Behind him, hundreds of forbidden soldiers stood quietly with torches held high, on the left was Chen Yizhong, who supervised the imperial history, on the right was Ruan Sicong, the envoy of Chengxuan, and in front of Jia Nidao, where the power of the Great Song Dynasty was located for a hundred years. It's just that tonight, this place that once made him laugh and once made him sad is about to change its owner.

Although he didn't know what kind of reputation he would leave for himself in the history books for the choice he made, Jia Yidao knew very well that if he still wanted to save this little life, this was the only choice. He has always been a person who only cares about the front of him and does not care about the behind, and only survives before thinking about anything else. Therefore, Jia Rudao would rather live in the Mongols than let his years of hard work end in Ye Yingwu's hands.

What's more, dedicating such an immortal deed as Lin'an, how could the Mongols let him live in secret, he must have been rewarded by great wealth and nobility as an example for other Han officials. Thinking of the wealth and glory in front of him, even if he was in his fifties, Jia Yidao couldn't help but be complacent.

"Jia Xianggong, please ask the emperor of your country to come out quickly." A gray-clothed middle-aged man standing on Jia Nidao's side looked at Jia Nidao, his face flickered in the firelight, "If you don't hurry up and open the city gate and welcome my Mongolian heavenly soldiers into the city, I'm afraid that the general outside the city will not be able to help but do it, and when the time comes, it will be difficult to explain if it hurts this Lin'an City." ”

Jia Rudao nodded heavily: "Mr. You, don't worry." ”

The middle-aged man chuckled, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and didn't say anything. And Ruan Sicong, who was standing next to him, hurriedly stepped forward and laughed twice, while Chen Yizhong shook his head secretly. Neither Liu Mengyan nor Jia Yuqing showed up today, it is estimated that these two guys have been taken down by the envoy, and Chen Yizhong is now just worried that he should escape from this Lin'an City, which is about to be in chaos.

He Chen and Quan have been fighting for so long, and he has been able to come to this point, and he resolutely gave Ye Yingwu an inside line, but he did not give this Great Song Dynasty the consciousness of martyrdom.

There are still long days ahead, as long as he doesn't work for these damn Mongolian Tatars, Chen Yizhong doesn't have too many requirements for his boss.

"Let's go, go up with the old man to greet the official." Jia Rudao said lightly, as if what he wanted to do was not to take Zhao Yu out of Lin'an to kneel down and ask for surrender, but just to take the official family out to watch the tide and review the navy.

Everything was so ordinary and ordinary.

Chen Yizhong subconsciously looked back, and he didn't know when, the once arrogant red flag fluttering in the wind on the city gate behind him had slowly descended, leaving only a lonely flagpole standing in the moonlight, dragging out a long shadow.

This Great Song Dynasty, the 300-year-old Huanghuang Great Song Dynasty, is about to end like this?

Just when Chen Yi didn't know whether to sigh or sigh, he had unconsciously stepped on the last step. Mr. You, who has never seen the head and tail of the dragon, appeared in front of Chen Yizhong for the first time today, and he has bypassed Ruan Sicong and Jia Yidao and walked to Chen Yizhong's side:

"Why does Chen Xianggong look so heavy? But what's on your mind? ”

Chen Yizhong barely squeezed out a smile, and simply admitted: "How can you not have a heart, in the final analysis, you are still worried about how to comment on this merit." ”

Mr. You You Xuanfu couldn't help but chuckle: "The founding hero of Great Mongolia, Chen Xianggong, what is called the founding hero." As the so-called abandonment of darkness and surrender to light, what Chen Xianggong is doing now is not to abandon darkness and turn to light, and he is still at the forefront, and the descendants of the Great Khan and the descendants of the Great Mongolia, and hundreds of millions of ordinary people will not forget the contributions made by Chen Xianggong in this bloodless battle. ”

It's just that to You Xuanfu's expectations, Chen Yizhong didn't speak, but only bowed slightly.

Shaking his head, You Xuanfu didn't say anything, anyway, now that it has come to this point, even if you Chen Yizhong regret it, it will be too late, this boat is good, but it is not so easy to go down. And You Xuanfu also knew that Weng Yinglong beside Jia Yidao had been living in seclusion since he was suspected, and Liu Mengyan and Jia Yuqing had already been sent out to guard against Ye Yingwu, Lu Shimeng died the last time Ye Yingwu broke into the palace, and now only Chen Yizhong can be used by his side.

So even if you Chen Yizhong want to get out now, where will it be so simple, you can only sink yourself deeper and deeper when you help Jia Yidao, and you can't extricate yourself.

The door of the Wende Hall was pushed open.

In the past few days, there has been no court, no one has even cleaned it, and a thin layer of ash has fallen on the ground.

And on the dragon chair that once made Jia Yidao look up, a thin figure sat there straight, the moonlight shining on his body, and the dragon robe draped over his shoulders slowly slid down, but the person didn't react at all.

Standing on the left and right sides of this person, the two women, an old man and a young woman, both lowered their heads silently, and did not look at Jia Yidao and the others who walked in, as if all the entanglements in this world had nothing to do with them. Beside them, several forbidden soldiers saw someone coming in, so they straightened their waists and barely looked a little.

Jia Rudao coughed lightly and took a step forward, but he didn't bow his hand: "The official family, the general of the Mongolian Southern Expedition and the marshal of the capital, General Zhang, is already waiting outside the waiting tide gate, please follow the old man and go out of the city to ask the Great Mongolian Khanate to surrender." ”

Zhao Yu slowly stretched out his hand, but in the end it stayed in mid-air, as if he wanted to grasp something, but in the end he had to give up. Perhaps this Southern Song Dynasty official never thought that one day, his most trusted Taishi would open the city gate to welcome the Mongol Tatars into the city, and would take himself to surrender to the sworn enemy of the Great Song Dynasty for decades.

"Emperor, I'm sorry for you, this Great Song is going to die!" The Empress Dowager Xie Daoqing, who had been silent, suddenly fell to her knees heavily, looked up at the beams of the Wende Palace, and cried loudly.

The Wende Palace, which once symbolized the financial strength of the Great Song Dynasty and witnessed a hundred years of ups and downs, has never been so empty, the red beams seem to have been washed by countless blood, and all the carved beams and paintings are silent in the moonlight at this moment.

A gust of wind whistled and swept everyone's clothes, faintly mournful.

Queen Quan also knelt on the ground, holding Zhao Yu's leg in two steps and crying silently. And as if getting a signal, the wind grew stronger and stronger, sending endless cries. The entire harem doesn't know how many people are crying, and I don't know how many people are worried about their uncertain fate.

Da Song is dying!

"Three hundred years of the Great Song Dynasty, the country left by the ancestors!" Xie Daoqing's voice became more and more sad, so that the soldiers of the forbidden army who were originally indifferent couldn't help but turn their heads sideways and not look at the two women who were crying, "You men of the Great Song Dynasty surrendered so grovelingly, just surrendered like this!" ”

Chen Yizhong sighed secretly, but without the slightest fear or guilt, he looked at the queen mother and queen who were crying next to the dragon chair. Cry, cry as much as you want, because the final victory does not belong to Mongolia, but to the Han people, and to the Chinese clothes.

The only thing you can grieve for is Da Song, who has exhausted his qi!

And a certain Chen Yizhong is loyal to a new dynasty that is about to rise, without the demise of your decaying Great Song Dynasty, where is the opportunity for the Chinese Han people to rise again?

The three hundred years of the Great Song Dynasty are true, but these three hundred years are three hundred years of humiliation, this humiliation, this crime, the Han people have had enough, it's time for your old Zhao family to return all this to God, it's time for the Han family to elect a new emperor!

Jia Rudao frowned slightly, waved his hand, and several forbidden soldiers hesitated for a moment, but still gritted their teeth and stepped forward to pull the queen mother and queen apart. After all, they are two weak women, where do they have so much strength, they just keep struggling and crying.

They couldn't stop it anymore.

"Please rest assured that the Queen Mother and the Empress," Jia Rudao said in a deep voice, "the Mongol Great Khan will not treat you badly." ”

Empress Dowager Xie and Empress Quan's eyes are full of despair, they will not be treated badly, they will not be treated badly, who doesn't know how those hairy and blood-drinking Tartars in the north of Jingkang's shame treat the royal family, and this time it is not the Northern Song Dynasty that will perish, but the Southern Song Dynasty!

After Jingkang, there is still King Kang's mud horse crossing the river, there is still the southeast sky to support, and some people still remember to return the second emperor and the queen, but this time, this time, the last country has also died, and who will remember this person who once had the mother of the world?

"Jia Rudao, you can't die well!" The whole queen was almost crazy and scratched among the forbidden soldiers, but her limbs were hugged by people, and she couldn't break free, "You can't die well!" ”

"Jia Rudao, retribution, sin! God and the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty will not spare you. Xie Daoqing also screamed, tears gushing like a spring. The last time she was sent back to the palace by Jia Rudao, Empress Dowager Xie faintly felt that something was wrong, and she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

First Emperor, First Emperor, the biggest mistake in your life is to promote Jia Nidao!

"Take it away!" Seeing that the two women were very noisy, Ruan Sicong couldn't help but wave his hand, and then walked up the steps quickly, and solemnly bowed his hand, "Weichen dares to love the official's family." ”

You Xuanfu glanced at Ruan Sicong appreciatively, and then glanced at Chen Yizhong, meaning that this is the best way to behave. It's just that Chen Yizhong didn't seem to care about You Xuanfu's "kindness" reminder, and just looked at the official family in front of him silently.

Zhao Yu, who had been silent, trembled and slowly stood up: "Master, I, how should I be, just go out like this." ”

Seeing that Zhao Yu finally spoke, Jia Rudao breathed a sigh of relief: "Please also ask the official family to take off the dragon robe, wear white clothes, and go out of the city with the Zhao family tree in hand." The official family can rest assured that the Mongolian Khan is generous and benevolent, and will not embarrass the official family, otherwise the old man will fight for this old life, and he will also protect the official family. ”

Chen Yizhong still didn't say a word, but he looked away. It was already at this time, and Zhao Yu's first sentence was to ask Jia Nidao what he should do.

With such a monarch on the throne, even if the Great Song Dynasty did not have Jia Yidao, how many years could it last?

Zhao Yu trembled and walked down the steps, and the crowd standing silently on the main hall slowly parted a road, and everyone invariably focused their eyes on this Great Song monarch, as if they wanted to send the master of this Wende Hall on their last journey.

Lin'an is about to change masters, and the world is going to change masters.

No matter who it is, it is no longer the world of the Zhao family after all!

"The carriage has been prepared, and the official family is invited to board the carriage with the old man." Jia Rudao walked beside Zhao Yu, and his voice was still flat.

"Master, if I surrender, I don't know······ I wonder if I can still live this happy life every day? Zhao Yu suddenly remembered something and muttered.

Jia Rudao was slightly stunned, and the entire hall fell silent all of a sudden.

Reluctantly squeezing out a smile, Jia Rudao nodded: "The official family can rest assured." ”

Zhao Yu laughed unexpectedly, and the pace under his feet didn't help but feel faster: "Then surrender, then surrender!" ”

Looking at Zhao Yu and Jia Yudao, who were leaving step by step, Ruan Sicong and You Xuanfu followed without saying a word, as if this scene was exactly what they expected, or maybe whatever Zhao Yu said didn't have much to do with them.

Chen Yizhong was silent for a long time before he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Ridiculous!".

The Wende Hall was empty, and he was left standing alone.

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"Mongolian Tartars, Mongolian Tartars are already at the tide gate!" A janissary ran through the street with a somewhat eerie atmosphere in a panic.

The people of Lin'an are at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and they have not seen the world, but at dusk today, the city gates have been closed, and the restaurants on the edge of the West Lake have all closed their doors to thank customers, and the tiles and goulans in the city have also fallen silent, which has already made the people of Lin'an feel wrong.

All the people waited in silence, waiting for the unknown thunder.

They are already sensitively aware that something must have happened that is about to decide the fate of all, but they are not qualified to know because of their humble status.

But no one would have thought that it was the Mongol Tatar soldiers who came to the city!

In the past hundred years, Lin'an City, although it has experienced too many ups and downs, although it has seen too many ebb and flow, but the drunken dreams of the West Lake, the singing and dancing of the Willow Lane of Thirty-six Flower Street, so that the people of Lin'an never imagined that one day the Mongolian Tartars would appear under their noses, and they would trample everything in Lin'an with their iron hooves.

Not long ago, the world-famous Ye Envoy Jun also took the Tianwu Army into Lin'an to praise his merits, and the people of Lin'an saw the strength of the Great Song Dynasty Army at the same time, they also knew more and more about their safety. But who would have thought that in just half a month, the entire world has changed under the witness of this round of bright moon.

Lin'an City, which has not experienced war for a hundred years, Lin'an City, which symbolizes the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty, and Lin'an City, which embodies the wealth of the Quartet, will usher in this night not a good man who is full of blood and armor from the front line, and triumphantly boasting of his achievements, but a barbaric conqueror.

This is shame, this is sorrow, but the sky will fall, who can redeem it by himself!

Even that Ye Envoy didn't appear, let alone others.

"Jia Xianggong has already taken the official family out of the city to surrender, let's hurry up and run now, the Mongolian Tartars are so ferocious, who knows what will be done when the time comes!"

"Where are you running, the Yuhang Gate was still open before, and now the gates of the entire Lin'an have been closed, who would have thought that this Lin'an Forbidden Army would follow Jia Rudao to fight back at a critical time!"

"Mongolian tartars, Mongolian tartars who eat people and don't spit out bones, hide their things at home!"

No one in the streets could sleep, and there was a lot of talk about it.

For the tomorrow they don't know, the people of Lin'an are uneasy.

Just when the city was full of wind and rain, an explosion suddenly came from the direction of Yuhangmen, which cut off the last ray of hope for Lin'an. In the darkness, this explosion shook the heavens and the earth!

The sound of horses' hooves is dense like rain, and the wind sweeps through the royal streets!

"It's Yuhangmen, I'm afraid someone blew up Yuhangmen." The people of Lin'an pushed open the door one after another, poked their heads out, and in the hearts of countless Lin'an people, this scene that night made them unforgettable.

The tall war horse swept the wind, and a red flag greeted the bright moon in the sky, hunting and dancing in the face of countless searching eyes. One after another, young and tall figures appeared on the street, the same saber in their hands, and the moonlight sprinkled on it seemed to be flowing autumn water.

Again and again, the war horses stepped on the royal street of Lin'an, just like the last time they came, only this time the horses were faster, only this time, the murderous awe!

A young general held a red flag in his hand, rushed to the front on horseback, and shouted loudly to the silent Lin'an, to the dead Lin'an, and to the frightened Lin'an:

"Ye Yuanjun is here, Yuhang Gate and Qiantang Gate have been opened, please leave the city quickly!"

Hundreds of cavalry did not stop, but kept passing by him, and kept shouting: "Ye Zhijun is here, Ye Zhijun is here!" ”

In an instant, countless Lin'an people burst into tears.

At least when the sky is falling apart, at least when Jia Rudao takes the lead in betraying the Great Song Dynasty, there is still Ye Yuanjun, and Ye Yuanjun! (To be continued.) )