Fisherman's Song Dynasty

Zhao Huan's feet were soft, and he sat on the ground, his face pale as paper. Although he had already thought of such a result, he still couldn't accept it when it really happened.

Several officials around hurriedly helped him up, and Zhang Shuye who was accompanying him was even more furious, and shouted at the golden general: "Presumptuous! My great Song Dynasty is vast and vast, how can I submit to your little Jurchen tribe, it is simply absurd!"

The golden general was not angry, he sneered and said: "Then you beat us back."

"you……"

Just as Zhang Shuye was about to fight back, Zhao Huan sighed and stopped him: "Forget it, rubbing ink with me, I...just write."

"Officials! Absolutely not!" Zhang Shuye and several other loyal officials immediately fell to their knees, pleading with tears streaming down their faces.

Zhao Huan picked up the pen with a wry smile, why did he want to write this surrender form, but... Now the Jin people surround Bianjing like an iron barrel, ordinary people can enter but cannot exit, and the garrisons of all parties want to enter the capital but Qin Wang Don't even think about it, now he is no longer an emperor, but a trapped wretch.

Not long after the ink was finished, Zhao Huan gritted his teeth and wrote the surrender form with a wave of his hand. After finishing writing, he didn't even have the courage to look at it again, so he picked it up and handed it to the golden general, who smiled contemptuously , picked up the surrender watch and walked out. Zhao Huan had already burst into tears, and fell down on the chair. The ministers beside him wept with him.

Zhao Huan felt sore and sad. He thought of the great achievements that could not be achieved with the addition of the emperor's yellow robe. Afterwards, all the previous emperors made their own achievements and made the Great Song Dynasty flourish. But who would have thought that his generation would become so downcast that even Jurchen Such a small country on the border from a small tribe can push itself into such a field.

Brother Zizhen, didn't you say that my throne will last a long time?But now that I am about to become the king of subjugation, does your prophecy have other mysteries?Brother, where are you? ...

Zhao Huan was still thinking about Xu Zizhen, but he didn't expect the golden general to turn back after a while, and threw the surrender form in front of Zhao Huan as soon as he entered the door: "My fourth prince said it, rewrite it."

"This..." Zhao Huan was stunned, and asked cautiously, "I don't know what's wrong?"

The golden general said impatiently: "I don't know what's wrong. The fourth prince said that surrendering the watch should have the style of surrendering the watch. It should be four...four or six. I don't understand. You can figure it out yourself, the fourth prince." If you still say it's wrong...huh!"

After the golden general finished speaking, he slammed the door and left, Zhao Huan was dumbfounded on the spot, and the courtiers beside him were even more upset.

What is the four-six antithesis, the four-six antithesis is also a parallel prose, and the couplets are mainly used to form the upper and lower couplets with the same number of words. There is an idiom called Pian Si Li Liu, which is what it says.

Wushu asked Zhao Huan to write the form of surrender in four or six styles, which was clearly teasing and insulting him.

Zhao Huan was stunned for a while, then waved his hand and said, "That's all, it's over, so there's no need to worry about that much." As he spoke, he picked up his pen again, but this small bamboo pen was as heavy as a thousand catties in his hand. No matter what, Zhao Huan felt humiliated and panicked now, so he couldn't write half a word.

"Ah... Zhong Yi." Zhao Huan beckoned to a person, surnamed Sun Mingqian and styled Zhong Yi, who was also a trusted confidant after he ascended the throne. He is now in the Quanzhi Academy. Zhao Huan handed him the pen and said, " You can write for me." After speaking, she turned her head and stopped looking.

Sun Fang took the pen with both hands and respectfully said: "My minister leads the decree!" After speaking, he sat down and sat down, thought for a while, and then started to write.

The whole room was silent, no one spoke, and no one looked at Sun Zhi. What he was writing now was a surrender form. Everyone in the room was ashamed to even look at it, but Sun Zhi frowned slightly. After a while, he had finished writing. But he was not in a hurry to hand it over to Zhao Huan. Instead, he crumpled up the paper after thinking about it, and began to rewrite it.

After writing the second time, he looked up and down, still dissatisfied, and continued to revise, and wrote again and again until the fourth time, and his brows widened. Obviously he was very satisfied, and then handed the document to the Zhao Huan: "Please take a look at the officials."

Zhao Huan didn't even bother to look at it. He waved his hand and didn't even want to glance at it. Sun Zhi held the paper and bowed.

Outside the door, the north wind howled and the snow was blowing, and the room was so cold that even his breath seemed to be frozen into ice. Zhao Huan sat at the table, his body trembling slightly. With the soul removed, no anger can be seen.

About half an hour later, the golden general turned back again, and when he entered the door, he glanced at everyone and asked, "Who wrote this surrender list?"

Zhao Huan was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Is there something wrong?"

The golden general grinned: "Sure, very well, this time the fourth prince is very satisfied."

Zhao Huan heaved a sigh of relief, his heart was finally relieved, and he tentatively asked, "When can the fourth prince see me?"

Jin Jiang smiled again: "Don't worry, you will see you the day after tomorrow." After speaking, he ignored Zhao Huan and turned away.

Zhao Huan and the officials looked at each other, not knowing what they meant, Zhang Shuye wanted to go outside the door to inquire, but was stopped inside the house, only then did they find a group of golden soldiers standing outside the door, holding spears and steel knives The guards, everyone including Zhao Huan, no one can step out of the door without Wushu's order.

Zhang Shuye was furious immediately, and asked scoldingly, "What's the meaning of this?"

Jin Bingli outside the door ignored him, still standing there, chatting and laughing casually in twos and threes, as if he didn't see them at all.

Zhao Huan was angry and impatient, but he couldn't bear the slightest rebellion, he just called Zhang Shuye back silently, comforting himself in his heart, since he came, he will be at ease, Wu Shu called him here for peace talks, and he will eventually meet him sooner or later .

It's just that he didn't expect that the wait would last for two whole days. During these two days, the north wind never stopped, and the snow never stopped. The monarchs and ministers crowded into this small room, not to mention the cold, the golden man Even the food delivered was not half hot, and it simply made Zhao Huan lose his appetite.

A basin of cold steamed buns, a jar of cold water, when has Zhao Huanda eaten such things since he was born?

So for the past two days, Zhao Huan hardly ate anything. He could not help but take a sip of cold water when he was extremely thirsty, but he almost vomited it out immediately, because it was not clean water at all, but river water scooped up from nowhere. Bitter, salty and fishy.

In the morning of the third day, the golden general finally came again, Zhao Huan regained his spirit immediately, without hesitation he got up, went up to meet him personally and asked, "Is the fourth prince able to see me?"

The golden general looked him up and down, frowned and said: "My fourth prince is waiting for you in the fasting palace, wash up quickly, the incense table has been prepared."

Zhao Huan was taken aback: "Why set up an incense case?"

The golden general looked at him like an idiot, and said, "Since you have handed in the form of surrender, the fourth prince will naturally accept the surrender. What's the point?"