Fisherman's Song Dynasty

"Master Zhang is very personable." Wu Shu didn't get angry, just smiled slightly, then waved his hand suddenly and said, "Come here, invite Master Zhang to take a bath and change clothes, and preside over the ritual for my army."

Preside over the ritual?

Zhang Shuye was very surprised. Zhai Yi means fasting ceremony?Has Wu Shu lost his mind and asked himself to host for him?

Zhao Huan was also stunned, and forced a smile on his face and said: "The fourth prince is a thousand years old, this... Is this inappropriate?"

Wu Shu smiled: "There's nothing wrong with it. It's said that it's presiding over the ritual, so it's just asking Mr. Zhang to sacrifice the flag."

Zhao Huan's face instantly turned pale, offering sacrifices to the flag?The so-called presiding over the fasting ceremony was nothing more than a nice word. It turned out that Zhang Shuye was going to be killed?

"Thousands...thousands..." Zhao Huan hurriedly stood up and wanted to dissuade Zhang Shuye from entering King Jingqin overnight. He was a loyal minister, and he couldn't bear it after all.

Wu Shu turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile: "Huh?"

Zhao Huan only felt that Wu Shu's gaze was cold and heartless, although he was smiling, it was full of murderous intent, he couldn't help shivering, swallowed the rest of the words, and hung his head, not daring to say a word again.

Zhang Shuye's heart sank, and he looked up to the sky with a long smile: "Haha! Since Zhang left Dengzhou that night, he didn't expect to go back in one piece. If he wanted to kill him, he would kill him. How could I be afraid of you?" After speaking, he put his hands behind his back, Turned around and walked out, but just walked a few steps and looked back at Zhao Huan, his eyes were full of disappointment.

A few gold soldiers came over and took Zhang Shuye down, but Zhao Huan never raised his head, and he didn't know whether it was because of shame or not, Wu Shu glanced at him, then glanced at the other Song officials intentionally or unintentionally, the corner of his mouth curled up. With a smile.

The surrender ceremony quickly resumed, as if it was not affected by Zhang Shuye and Sun Zhi, the Jin general continued to read the surrender form, and Zhao Huan and all the Song officials lowered their heads even more.

But after a short time, the ceremony was over, Wu Shu sat on the head, Zhao Huan and all the Song officials all faced north to worship, on this day, the Great Song Dynasty officially descended to the Kingdom of Jin.

Wu Shu finally showed a satisfied expression on his face. He couldn't be dissatisfied, because since he went to the south of the capital, he has been secretly competing with Nian Wudrink's left army all the time. Once he and Nian Wudrink joked, He said he wanted to bet on who would win Bianjing first, but he didn't expect Tiandu to help him. Nian Wuhua led an army to attack Taiyuan but failed. Shunjun Road.

Thinking of this, Wu Shu laughed more and more happily. All this seems to be God's will, but in fact there is a shadow of a person in it, and that is Xu Zizhen.

If it wasn't for Xu Zizhen, Nian Wuhao might not be able to defeat Taiyuan. I heard that during the battle of Taiyuan, he sent out a surprise army, causing Nian Wuhao to flee in embarrassment; He liked Liu Fengsui not because of his bravery, but because Liu Fengsui knew all of Xu Zizhen's prophecies. At this time, he was seriously ill, and he had already made preparations early, and took advantage of the opportunity to take over the power in the army.

A thought suddenly flashed in Wu Shu's mind. I don't know if Xu Zizhen has calculated who will pass on the throne of the Dajin Kingdom in the future. I don't know if I have this opportunity...

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

A soft call interrupted Wu Shu's thoughts. It was the golden general beside him who announced the surrender form. Wu Shu came back to his senses and looked down. Zhao Huan was still kneeling there. He nodded in satisfaction and said: "It's getting late, Your Majesty should go back to rest earlier."

Zhao Huan stood up slowly like a walking corpse, and replied dumbly: "Yes, I will leave." He turned around and staggered out without saying a word to Wu Shu, and all the Song officials followed closely, just like him. dejected.

Arriving outside the door, Zhao Huan was stopped by the Jin soldiers leading the way just after he walked a few steps.

"Hey, where are you going, Emperor Song?"

Zhao Huan was taken aback, raised his head in confusion and said, "Didn't you tell me to go back and rest?"

The golden soldier sneered: "The fourth prince wants you to go back to your imperial city of Bianjing. Could it be that you are still reluctant to go back here?"

"Ah?!" Zhao Huanru asked in disbelief after hearing the fairy voice, "I... can I really go back?"

The golden soldier got impatient and kicked him: "Don't hurry up? How long do you want me to send you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Huan didn't dare to be annoyed at this time. The air-leaky hut was his nightmare these days, and now he can finally return to Beijing. This is simply the greatest news. Anyway, at this time He couldn't care about anything else, and was about to run as soon as he lifted the front of his clothes, but he thought of something after running for two steps, turned around and asked anxiously, "I don't know, I... can my manager Zhang allow me to take it back?"

Although Zhao Huan was weak, he still remembered Zhang Shuye's kindness. At this moment, he mustered up his courage, even if he brought Zhang Shuye's body back to Beijing.

The golden soldier sneered again: "It's the sacrificial flag set by the fourth prince, and it will be thrown into the river after a while, I'm afraid there will be nothing more to bring back for you."

thump!

Zhao Huan's feet were limp and he fell to the ground, his face was pale. He didn't expect the so-called sacrificial flag of the Kingdom of Jin to be so cruel. Isn't it Ling Chi who was killed?Not counting Ling Chi, he actually wanted to scatter his flesh and blood into the river, and in the end there was no bones left.

A group of Song officials hurriedly helped him up, and they didn't dare to say anything more and fled. Who knows if Wushu will leave them alone to sacrifice the flag after a moment's delay?

Zhao Huan's eyes were dull and his heart was ashamed, and he let others drag him away from the Golden Camp. The more he thought about it, the more grief he felt. Suffering so much humiliation made him even want to die, and he was still a generation of monarchs, so he couldn't even keep a courtier, so he could only watch him die.

"Uncle Ye! I...I'm sorry for you!" Zhao Huan's emotions that had been suppressed for a few days broke out in an instant, and he burst into tears, completely ignoring his surroundings and looking at his golden soldier with mocking eyes.

"Officials, official condolences!"

All the Song officials finally took him outside the gate of the camp, pushed and dragged him to the chariot, closed the curtain and galloped away.

……

Just when Zhao Huan left the gate of the camp, Zhang Shuye was also escorted to a side room.

There is nothing in this room except for a large wooden basin, the water in the basin is filled with steam, and it is hot water that has just been boiled.

"Take off your clothes, wash them quickly, don't make me wait."

The two golden soldiers who escorted him gave a vicious shout, and kicked Zhang Shuye to the side of the bucket. Zhang Shuye was caught off guard and nearly tripped. Just turning around, his eyes suddenly froze.

Suddenly another golden soldier flashed in from outside the door, he raised his hand and flashed a short knife, and slashed between the throats of the two golden soldiers lightly.

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ps: I have been worrying one after another during the recent period. I really don’t want to bring it out to spoil everyone’s mood, so I won’t talk about it, but it’s definitely not that I didn’t take readers seriously, please forgive me!As for the missing days, I can't say when to make them up. In short, I will try to make up for them slowly.

It's my fault, kowtow!