Jinghong Building

The Zhending Prefect never expected that the imperial army was not only defeated, but also ignored them before they were defeated, and retreated directly to Xinle and left the huge Zhending Prefecture City to the King of Jin!

The prefect Zhending had only more than 300 people in his hands. He was hesitant to offer the city or resist.

If he resists, how could his mere 300 men be the opponent of the 150,000 army of King Jin? Then he would have no other way out except to die in the line of duty.

But if he sacrificed the city, his lifelong wisdom would be ruined.

The prefect's wife knelt down and begged, saying that they did not want to die, and there might be a glimmer of hope if they sacrificed the city.

The prefect closed his eyes. There were two sons who studied well and had a beautiful daughter. They were raised by the standards of a high-sect mistress since childhood.

They could have a bright future.

"You can change into civilian clothes and run away. If you can survive, go back to your hometown to farm." said the prefect.

This was his decision and his last decision.

He is determined to die.

His wife's cry came, but he didn't look back, and he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave if he turned back.

The prefect walked to the front yamen, and a group of officials were already waiting there.

"The city is about to be destroyed, and the King of Jin is also a descendant of Taizu. If you have the will to surrender, you don't have to be ashamed. Go."

The prefect didn't know what was going on in his heart. Since the proclamation of Min was released in the world, the officials under his subordinates have discussed a lot in private. Some even thought that instead of worrying about whether the son of Zhou's blood is today, it would be better to go directly to King Jin.

I don’t know whether the surname Zhou or Min is now, but the King of Jin must be the son of the dragon and the son of the feng.

Even the prefect himself had this idea.

But no matter how much his thoughts are, he still cannot accept surrender at this point. He is a scholar and entered the imperial examination and he has his integrity.

At this time, a girl walked in quickly from behind. The girl was wearing men's clothing, which was his daughter Choi Yun.

"Yunniang, why haven't you left yet?" asked the prefect.

"Father, open the city gate and let the King of Jin enter the city." Cui Yun said in a deep voice.

"Why do you say that, you?" Looking at his daughter who looked like a pearl in his palm, the prefect was heartbroken.

"Father, let go of your reputation and think about the people in the city. Do you want to see a Zhending Mansion that has been beaten to pieces? Or do you want the King of Jin to vent your anger towards you on the people in the city? ?

Open the city gate, welcome the King of Jin into the city, and change the safety of the people in another city. So what if you sacrifice your reputation? ”

Every word Cui Yun said was like a sharp arrow stabbing the prefect in the heart of the prefect. He was in pain, but he was unable to refute it.

"Sir, Miss is right. Let's open the city gate and welcome King Jin into the city." Several officials came over and persuaded them together.

The prefect's body shook, he barely allowed himself to stand firm, looked at the officials, and asked, "Among you willing to lead your troops to fight against the King of Jin to the end?"

Dozens of officials of all sizes responded.

A wry smile appeared on the prefect's lips. After all, he was pedantic.

He closed his eyes, opened it again, and said slowly, "Since that's the case, then everyone, please leave the city with me."

"Father, my daughter will accompany you." Cui Yun said loudly.

The King of Jin rode on his horse, looked at Zhending City not far away, and captured Zhending Mansion, and the capital was in sight.

The city gate slowly opened, and a group of officials walked out. The one who walked in front was the prefect. He was wearing an official uniform and holding a black veil in his hand, and his feet were a little staggering, but whenever he was about to fall, he followed him. The boy will support him in time. Although the King of Jin did not know this prefect, he understood his actions very well. A civil servant had no power to tie a chicken, and his subordinates had no soldiers and weapons. What else could he do besides opening the city gate? Is it true? Do you want to die for the city?

So what if you die in the city? Isn’t this city still going to be destroyed in the end?

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of King Jin's mouth, but when he looked at the group of officials walking out of the city gate, the smile quickly became warm and humble.

He turned over and dismounted, and went forward to help the prefect who was about to kneel down.

"The prefect is very wise and truly sure that the people will be grateful to you!"

The King of Jin did not pay attention to the boy who was following the prefect. The boy was wearing coarse cloth clothes and was inconspicuous. He was probably a follower.

Cui Yun looked at King Jin quietly, then lowered his eyes.

The first military order issued by the King of Jin after entering Zhending Prefecture was to strictly prohibit soldiers from burning, killing, and looting in the city.

King Jin was not stupid. Zhending Mansion was a big city and very rich.

Instead of letting soldiers plunder in the city, it is better to let the merchants take the initiative to hand over the money and food.

Three days later, all the dozen or so big merchants in Zhending Mansion were invited to the temporary office set up by the King of Jin in the government office.

These people are all men, so the old lady is the most eye-catching.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The old lady was wearing dark green clothes and a jade hairpin was inserted into her gray bun. She was leaning on a crutch in her hand, followed by two thirteen or fourteen-year-old maids.

When King Jin walked in, the first thing he saw was this old lady.

He followed his ear and whispered, "That old woman is the old lady Zuo, the boss of Jinghonglou."

King Jin was slightly stunned: "Isn't the owner of Jinghonglou a young Miss He?"

He said in person: "When our people went to Jinghonglou, they heard from the people in Jinghonglou that the He family wanted to swallow the girl's property and **** all the money from Jinghonglou. Even after the trouble, the Jinghonglou closed down. Later, the master of the He family returned to become an official, and the matter was left unresolved. However, after this trouble, the girl He knew that she could not protect Jinghonglou, so she turned it on. Zhending Jinghonglou was sold to this old lady Zuo. The grandson of Zuo is the shopkeeper of Jinghonglou. Speaking of which, Jinghonglou has always been under his control."

The King of Jin had a little impression, as if he heard Feng Xieying talk about the Jinghonglou Poetry Festival, which was caused by the closure of Jinghonglou.

Thinking of Feng Xieying, a trace of sorrow surged in King Jin's heart. Xieying, Xieying, why can't you understand me?

King Jin shook his head and changed his face to a gentle and elegant smile. He quickly walked into the hall and smiled at the merchants sitting, saying, "I am plaguing with trivial matters. I'm late, so I'll let you guys go long. Wait, I have asked someone to hold a banquet in the mansion, you must enjoy the glory!”

The merchants were smiling all over their faces, saying flattering words in their mouths, but they were muttering in their hearts that this prince spoke so nicely, it seems that he would not have thought of going out without ten thousand taels of silver today.

How could the wine of King Jin be so easy to drink?

In the end, there were 50,000, some paid 30,000, and some paid 10,000.

Listening to everyone's report, Old Mrs. Zuo cried because she had no money. The He family took away all the money from Jinghonglou. What? Two thousand taels? Come on, the He family came to get the money later and took out all the money from Jinghonglou.

Later, Miss He sold Jinghonglou again. In order to buy Jinghonglou, Old Lady Zuo took out all the coffin books.

So Old Mrs. Zuo took out her handkerchief and cried so sadly.

"My old woman doesn't have much money. Now when we are in war, no one has come to Jinghonglou for dinner. Fortunately, the old woman has a few pieces of jewelry, so she turned around and asked them to send it. Although it is not much, it is also the old woman's heart. Prince. , you must accept it. If you don’t accept it, the old woman will have no shame to see the old leader.”

Who is the old leader of Jinghonglou?

Of course it was He Jinghong, the princess of the country.

If He Jinghong is alive, he will be older than this old lady Zuo. Old lady Zuo must go downstairs to see He Jinghong.

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