But, no matter what, Ma Xuan will not surrender.

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

He didn't want to be scolded by someone poking his backbone, the literati in the court were too terrible, the history was like a knife, and he would be whipped if he died.

"Rebels and thieves!" Ma Xuan was firm in his position, and he didn't know whether he was convincing himself or others, "Emperor Taizu is not thin on you, and now that Emperor Taizu's bones are not cold, you will rise up, how can you be worthy of Emperor Taizu?" ”

Zhu Gaoxian sneered, "Ma Xuan, you don't have to say a few words!" If you want to die, I can let you die to the point that there are no bones left, you look at the people who were killed, let alone the whole corpse, can you find a little foam? ”

If so, who knows he's dead? Ma Xuan was taken aback.

"Don't be afraid that my father wants to persuade you to surrender, do you think that in this situation, just for most of your life, whether it is Emperor Taizu or Zhu Yunwen's military merit book, you have not recorded a single penny, do you have the value of being persuaded to surrender?"

Ma Xuan was angry, in that case, why didn't he kill him with one sword?

"As for why I didn't kill you, I mainly wanted to see how loyal you were? The soldier dies for his confidant, since you are dedicated to serving Zhu Yunwen, and he has the grace of knowing you, shouldn't you repay the gentleman's kindness with death? What are you still alive for? ”

Ma Xuan was so angry that he trembled, he was not afraid of death, but he didn't dare to kill himself!

If Zhu Di kills him, the emperor has mercy, and he can use his reputation as a loyal minister to protect future generations in exchange for favor; But if he commits suicide, doesn't he deserve it if he commits suicide in defeat?

Zhu Gaoxian sneered, "It seems that you are just like this, you are still afraid of death!" ”

"It's a pity, the more you are afraid of death, the more I won't let you die." Zhu Gaoxian bent one leg and looked at Ma Xuan kneeling on the ground, "I'll tell you a story!" ”

Ma Xuan turned his face away, looking like he didn't want to listen, but his ears were pricked up.

"Ever, there was an old man who left some family property, and when he died, he said, I love my eldest grandson the most, and most of the belongings will be left to the eldest grandson, and the sons are all older, so they can go out and work hard by themselves, so they won't share much of the family belongings. There are neighbors next door who are eyeing it, and the old man hopes that in the future, if the next door comes in, his sons can help. The old man died, the neighbors did not call in, and the servants of the house were restless. “

It was so quiet that even Zhu Di listened attentively.

"With such a big belongings, why should this half of the child be enjoyed alone? But the servants didn't dare to move casually, after all, the old man's sons were here, and everyone had a high force value, and there were many guards. The servants were very clever, and they encouraged the half-grown to kill their uncles. “

Ma Xuan turned his head abruptly and stared at Zhu Gaoxian, his eyes red.

Zhu Gaoxian glanced at him with pity, he leaned back, felt very comfortable, and leaned still, "Whether I am alarmist or not, you know yourself." The Song Dynasty has only been a hundred years old! Song Taizu was afraid that the generals under his command would follow him, so he formulated a national policy of sharing the world with scholars. ”

"The appetite of the literati has been raised by the Song generation! is already unwilling to stand with the generals, they even think that being the emperor is too tired, and want to stand behind the emperor, how good it is to be a marionette, do a good job, it is their own credit, the name is passed down, there is a place for them, if they don't do a good job, the emperor is mediocre. Isn't that the truth? ”

"What are you? A group of thugs, nurses. From ancient times to the present, is it the emperor who unloads the mill and kills the donkey? No! Is Di Qing's credit great? Than you can fight, right? How did he die? Wen Zuo Wu Right, with you standing next to you, stared at by your group of people, still holding big sticks in your hands, those literati are at ease? ”

Ma Xuan lowered his head, he imagined himself as a stupid nurse who had been sold and was still helping people count money.

Since the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, the general of the Zhou Forbidden Army, seized the throne through the Chenqiao Mutiny, established the Song Dynasty, and had eighteen emperors, a total of 319 years, 167 years in the Northern Song Dynasty, and 152 years in the Southern Song Dynasty, almost half of them.

Zhao Kuangyin bullied orphans and widows, it can be said that in history, the position is the most incorrect. He was afraid that the generals would draw the scoop according to the gourd, and secondly, he was afraid that he would be criticized by the historians in the future, and he was willing to share the world with the scholars.

A chaotic minister and thief finally became a man of civil and martial arts.

Who wrote history? It's a literati!

The literati have no other ability, so they have accurately grasped the psychological characteristics of "people want faces and trees want bark", and whoever dares to offend them, they dare to let him stink for 10,000 years after a hundred years.

For example, Qin Shi Huang.

Ma Xuan didn't dare to raise his head, his heart was full of frustration.

Zhu Gaoxian looked at him amusedly, "Master Ma, it's not too stupid." Presumably Master Ma has also read the history books for two days, who lost the rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty? Were they the emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty? Is it the traitor Qin Hui? Qin Hui alone actually buried a country, why didn't he go to heaven? ”

"We don't know, what we can know is what the literati are willing to let us know. The living notes were written by people, and the history books were written by people, but obviously, it was not the generals, but the literati. Who buried the Central Plains Dynasty and was finally ruled by the Yuan people for a hundred years, we don't know, we only know that the infamy is borne by you generals, because you are incompetent and have not fulfilled your duty to protect your family and defend the country! ”

Ma Xuan panicked, he raised his head and looked at Zhu Gaoxian, "No, if Marshal Yue is not given death, if Han Shizhong is still alive......"

"Look, you know a Yue Fei, you know a Han Shizhong, what is the truth about Jingkang's shame? In the 152nd year of the Southern Song Dynasty, what happened, who knows? ”

Zhu Gaoxian waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this, there will always be a day when history will be revealed to the world." Today, we won't kill you, whether you are willing to be a lackey for those Wenchen, or be loyal to death, I only hope you can live a little more clearly, you warriors, your brains are very simple, of course, if you have good brains, I'm afraid Wenchen will not be able to tolerate you. ”

Zhang Yu glanced at Zhu Di, Zhu Di nodded, Zhang Yu stepped forward, and with a wave of his big knife, he cut the rope that bound Ma Xuan.

Ma Xuan was still kneeling on the ground, like a wooden man.

Zhu Gaoxian saw Zhang Yu looking behind him, he turned his head to see that he dared to lean on his father's back, and he sat up straight.

"Pretty comfortable, huh?" Zhu Di got up, rubbed his shoulders, and relaxed his back.

"Dad, you don't say it!" Zhu Gaoxian was embarrassed.

The guys had already prepared dinner, half brown rice, half black beans stewed pig food, Zhu Di brought a big bowl, drank it very fragrantly, and drank it in three or two bites, and drank the bowl in one or two bites.

Zhu Gaoxian was hard to swallow, he wanted to cry without tears, he had never lived such a hard life in two lives.

"Dad, let me go home! I'll give you all those white sugar and sugar radish! Zhu Gaoxian held the bowl and was about to cry.