"What a daring fanatic!"

"Somebody give it to me... It takes... Take! ”

"Throw it in the sea and feed the fish!"

Emperor Zhao Gou was visibly enraged.

Xu Xian was quickly surrounded by a group of soldiers.

"Holy Lord, my Xu Xian's death is not enough to worry about!"

"But I believe that there are still thousands of immortals in the world who will follow in my footsteps and come to risk their lives to advise the Holy One!"

"I, Xu Xian, am not a madman, but a sober person who really thinks about the Great Song Dynasty and the people of Limin!"

"I don't believe that as any bloody Great Song people, they can watch the Jin soldiers go south again, burning, killing and looting their parents, wives and children at home, and they will flee instead!"

"I'm done talking, Holy Lord, you let people throw me Xu Xian into the sea!"

Xu Xian made a generous appearance.

At this moment, these soldiers who were about to arrest Xu Xian couldn't help but slowly put down their weapons in their hands.

"Holy Lord, Xu Xian is a loyal and righteous person for the country and the people, he can't be killed, he can't be killed!"

"Holy Lord, you can't kill it!"

"Ask the Holy One to forgive Xu Xian!"

"Ask the saint to release Xu Xian and return to Beijing to fight against gold!"

"Ask the saint to release Xu Xian, and ask the saint to return to Beijing to fight against gold!"

"Put Xu Xian, anti-gold!"

"Put Xu Xian, anti-gold!"

“……！”

Some people even began to take the lead in kneeling on the ground to plead with Zhao Gou, and then the soldiers and a number of officials and generals began to kneel on the ground, asking Emperor Zhao Gou to release Xu Xian and return to Lin'an to preside over the anti-Jin.

Because the scene was extremely loud, it even spread throughout the entire nearby Fuzhou City within a radius of 100 miles, causing the nearby people to hear this sound, and they began to walk out of their homes one after another, kneeling on the ground to respond.

"This ...... This! ”

"How can this be?"

Zhao Gou and the officials beside him were shocked when they saw this scene.

At this time, an official who was over seventy years old walked up to Emperor Zhao Gou and whispered in his ear without knowing what to say.

Then Zhao Gou suddenly covered his forehead with his hands, kept vomiting, and quickly entered the cabin accompanied by several eunuchs and officials.

What's going on with this Zhao Gou?

Could it be that the body is not good?

Could it be that he was frightened by the formation just now?

Surely it wouldn't dare throw me into the sea to feed the fish, would it?

Even if it throws me into the sea, I'm not afraid of Qing'er!

At this time, Xu Xian, who was still kneeling in place, couldn't help muttering.

"Xu Xian!"

"What are you doing here?"

"The Holy One is unwell today, and he will summon you alone tomorrow!"

"You go back first!"

Just now, the officials who were over seventy years old suddenly came to Xu Xian again.

"I don't know who you are?"

Of course, Xu Xian was also curious about this person's identity.

"I am Zhu Zhuo in the imperial history!"

"You go back first!"

It turned out that the official's name was Zhu Zhuo.

"But ......!"

Xu Xian was still worried that after he left tonight, the emperor would escape by boat tomorrow.

"I know what you're worried about?"

"Since the Holy One has opened Chrysostom, he will not break his word!"

"And if you don't leave, those soldiers and people will be like you at that time, aren't you embarrassing the saint like this?"

Zhu Zhuo explained softly to Xu Xian.

"Good!"

"I, Xu Xian, will leave first, and I will come to visit the Holy Lord and Zhu Yushi tomorrow!"

Xu Xian finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

After going back to share the bed with Xiaoqing for the night, early the next morning, Zhao Gou really sent someone to summon Xu Xian.

Xu Xian took Xiaoqing and Li Jiejie to follow the people sent by the emperor all the way, and suddenly walked outside the door of a large family in the city.

"This emperor is playing the trick that tricked us into going to Liu's Mansion outside the city yesterday, right?"

At this time, Xiaoqing suddenly whispered to Xu Xian.

"I don't think so, right?"

"Yesterday's incident when we saw the emperor shocked the entire Fuzhou City, and it can't say anything about avoiding us!"

Xu Xian and the three of them said, followed the group of people into the house of this big family, and after going around a few times, they came to a rockery.

When they saw that under the gazebo not far away, the emperor seemed to be writing something at the moment, and the three of Xu Xian's worries calmed down.

"Xu Xian!"

"Holy Grace, please!"

At this time, a eunuch came over and took Xu Xian to the pavilion.

"Xu Yishi, no courtesy, no courtesy!"

Xu Xian was about to salute, but he didn't expect the emperor to come over and stop Xu Xian in person.

"Holy ......!"

"I heard that Xu Yishi also knows a little about calligraphy and painting!"

"I don't know how Xu Yishi can look at this Fuzhou shipping map made by me?"

"If there is a shortcoming, Xu Yishi can say it bluntly!"

Zhao Gou interrupted Xu Xian's words, and then took Xu Xian to the pavilion, pointing to a painting on the table that had not dried and asked.

Xu Xian then observed Zhao Gou's paintings, which were as exquisite as legends, and he was worthy of being the son of Song Huizong, a master of calligraphy and painting.

"This maritime map of the Holy Shang looks magnificent, neat, and flawless, but it seems to lack some aura!"

After Xu Xian finished reading it, he began to comment.

"I didn't expect that I thought that the edge of pen and ink was not inferior to the previous emperor, and since I ascended the throne, no one has ever dared to say that there are omissions in my calligraphy and painting!"

"I didn't expect Xu Yishi to say at a glance that there is a lack of aura in my painting today!"

"Then I would like to ask Xu Yishi, how can this aura appear in the painting?"

Zhao Gou seemed to be even more impressed with Xu Xian at this time.

"This aura, of course, has to be vivid to show it!"

"Holy Lord, forgive the minister for being presumptuous!"

Xu Xian said, picked up the pen and ink, and waved it in Zhao Gou's painting.

"I didn't expect Xu Yishi's literary and ink skills to be really extraordinary!"

"With just a few brushstrokes, this painting looks like a vivid scene of Fuzhou shipping!"

Zhao Gou couldn't help but marvel when he saw his current painting that passed through Xu Xian's hands.

"The saint has a reputation!"

Xu Xian is actually just a few more onlookers on this shipping map.

"Xu Yishi, how are you looking at this picture?"

Suddenly, Zhao Gou ordered someone to carry a box over, and then took out a huge painting from the box, and then spread it out in front of Xu Xian.

Isn't this painting Zhang Zeduan's Qingming Riverside picture?

How could he be brought to Fuzhou by Zhao Gou?

Wasn't this painting looted by the Jinren?

Xu Xian was shocked when he looked at this familiar giant painting.

This Qingming Shanghe map depicts the grand occasion of the Northern Song Dynasty Bianjing City before the shame of Jingkang, and now Bianjing has already been occupied, and the former Bianjing City has also been destroyed in the war.

Since this Zhao Gou took out the Qingming Shanghe map for his appreciation, can't I just mention the shame of Jingkang and the fall of Bianjing?

Of course, Xu Xian has not forgotten this mission.

"Could it be that this masterpiece is the masterpiece "Qingming Riverside Picture" by Zhang Zeduan, a court painter in Bianliang back then?"

Xu Xian still asked pretendedly.

"Exactly!"

"This painting is indeed "Qingming Riverside Picture", but it is not Zhang Zeduan's real work!"

"It's that Qin Hui can't bear my feelings of missing Bianliang day and night, and personally wrote a pair for me to copy!"

Zhao Gou's words couldn't help but be a little gloomy and sad.