Fisherman's Song Dynasty

At this time, Zhao Huan didn't know what had happened. He only regarded Zhang Shuye as dead. He is just a courtier, all he cares about is what happened in the gold camp in the past few days and the helplessness and grievance of being forced to surrender.

Along the way, everyone from Zhao Huan down was downcast, and Zhao Huan was even more depressed. There was always a lingering thought in his mind, that is what Xu Zizhen once told him, that he could sit on the throne for a long time.

"My dear brother, could it be that this trip is doomed for me?" He looked at the ceiling of the carriage and muttered to himself, remembering the blank stares and ridicule he received in Jinying, the pot of steamed buns that were as cold and hard as stone, and the stench Water, the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, and finally two lines of tears flowed down.

The convoy finally returned to Bianjing. The golden soldiers outside the city had long since dispersed and were stationed in the surrounding countryside. Zhao Huan saw the majestic Nanxun Gate from a distance, and felt a sense of going home. The home is always warm. There will be no more nightmarish things like the previous few days.

There was a large black shadow outside the city gate. This was the officials of the imperial court and the common people in Bianjing. Soon this cry was mixed with many cries, and the cries seemed to be contagious, at first there were only a few people, and gradually there were more and more, until finally it was a crowd of cries outside the city.

Zhao Huan's heart warmed when he saw those many people. Even though the Song Dynasty had lost so much, and even the Jin people had been beaten outside the gate of the capital, the people still loved him very much. Thinking of this, he couldn't hold back his tears. , rolling down.

But when he heard the monstrous cries of the people, the grievance that he had been holding back all the way broke out in an instant, and finally he couldn't help crying anymore. At this time, he just wanted to vent his depression to his heart's content. I don't care about majesty, any royal demeanor.

Zhao Huan's crying immediately made the accompanying officials cry too, and they endured it for a few days, now that even Zhao Huan let go, they don't have to worry about it anymore.

Starting from Nanxun Gate, the entire imperial street was full of common people. The common people were crying on the side of the road, and Zhao Huan was crying in the car. For a moment, the clouds and mist were gloomy, and the crying in Bianjing City was loud.

Zhao Huan cried all the way to the palace, and all the concubines greeted him at the gate of the palace, and they all cried too hard. The city had already received news of everything that Zhao Huan suffered during his mission to the Jinying, including those few days. The treatment of people, including the outstanding literary performance, is why the common people cry so bitterly.

In the eyes of the common people, it was not Zhao Huan's fault that the Great Song Dynasty ended up like this. After all, he did not have many days to succeed to the throne, not to mention that this time he went to the enemy camp for peace talks with a body of ten thousand gold. This courage is worthy of the common people. love.

But in the days that followed, the people in Bianjing and even the whole world realized that they were wrong.

When Zhao Huan returned to the palace, the chair hadn't even warmed up when he saw an eunuch rushing to report that the Jin envoy had arrived.

"Why are you chasing me? And... what's the matter?"

I saw a golden emissary rushing in without announcing himself, with his nostrils upturned and arrogantly pulling out a golden scroll from his pocket.

"Emperor Song, why don't you accept the order quickly?"

Zhao Huan didn't dare to care about the announcement, so he hurriedly got off the dragon chair, straightened his clothes and invited the golden man to the top, then respectfully said: "Minister Zhao Huan, listen to the sacred teaching respectfully."

This is Zhao Huan's imperial study room. Among the hundreds of officials standing on both sides, there were honest and upright officials who wanted to reprimand and get angry, but seeing Zhao Huan acting like this, they all looked at each other, sighed secretly and stood aside.

The golden man swaggered to the top and stood still, with his back facing north and south, holding the "imperial decree" in his hand, and began to recite it aloud. It was fine at first, but Zhao Huan's face became more and more ugly as he read it later.

There were no fancy words in the imperial decree, it simply said "Since your Zhao family has surrendered to me, you should pay for the army", followed by a series of numbers that stunned everyone present.

"1000 million ingots of gold, 2000 million ingots of silver, 1000 million pieces of silk, 20 mules and horses..."

Zhao Huan sat down on the ground, his eyes staring straight, this is simply an astronomical figure, one ingot of gold is worth five taels, one ingot of silver is worth ten taels, and now the entire treasury of the Song Dynasty cannot even get 100 million taels of silver out.

Finally, someone among the officials got angry, and three people jumped out one after another, cursing: "Shameless gold thief, I will fight you!"

The golden man didn't panic, he just stood there with his chest folded, and said with a sneer, "No? Then my army will go into the city to get it."

"Back off!" At the critical moment, Zhao Huan came back to his senses, shouted back the three people, and then forced a smile on his face and said to the golden man, "Your envoy, please calm down and let me...Rong Chen make some preparations, and I will meet you soon." Hand it in."

The golden man glanced at the crowd with disdain again, and said with a sneer, "Take it easy, don't provoke the master to lose his patience." After finishing speaking, he still walked out swaggeringly.

"Officials!" As soon as the golden man left, more than a dozen courtiers came out and knelt down in front of Zhao Huan, crying, "Golden people are greedy by nature and demand endlessly. Officials must not agree to it!"

Zhao Huan sat back on the chair weakly, and said with a wry smile: "Why do I want to agree, but...but the Jin army is still outside the city, and I have to answer him for the sake of the people." Pointing to one person, "Mei Qing, I order you to be the ceremonial officer, and within five days to get together the funds for the army, there must be no mistakes."

A civil servant at the front of the crowd was stunned.

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At this time, in the Xu family of Yingtian Mansion, a group of female relatives were gathering in the hall, and sitting in front of them was an old man with gray beard, holding his beard and losing his temper, but it was Lord Yong who hadn't seen for a while.

"I'm about to enter the city, why bring me back at this juncture?"

Gao Pujun was beside him, and said softly: "Father, Bianjing is in chaos now, please come back for your own good."

Master Yong said angrily: "You also know about the chaos? Since you know about the chaos, you still bring me...ah bah, no, that's a hard bondage. Needless to say, this is the idea of ​​that little bastard Xu Zizhen, right?"

Mr. Gao Pu bowed his head and remained silent, as a tacit consent.

Master Yong became more and more annoyed, jumped up and cursed: "But where is this little bastard? Who can tell me?"

All the girls looked at each other, they didn't know where Xu Zizhen had gone, such a big man disappeared as soon as he said he didn't see him, it had been more than half a month, and no one had seen him.

"Don't you say yes? Okay, I brought thousands of elite soldiers all over the city to look for him, and I don't believe that he can hide underground!" Master Yong said angrily and raised his foot before going out.

At this moment, someone outside the door suddenly said with a smile: "Master Yong, you are looking for me all over the world? Could it be that you have a son again and want to invite me to drink the full moon wine?"