[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

She finally understood how the military generals of the Song Dynasty felt when facing civil servants.

When you talk to them about iron cavalry of the Liao and Jin Dynasties, they can always refute you with "a gentleman's style"; when you talk to them about hard fists, they can always refute you with "freedom from war"; when you talk to them about robbers Logic, they can always reprimand you with "measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain"...

In this era of "do not kill scholar-bureaucrats", scholars themselves represent the supreme iron rule.

As for generals?

I'm sorry, if you can't write a parallel prose and can't make up a Taixue style, then you are an ignorant and yellow-mouthed child, and it is not enough to discuss the general trend of the world.

"...All right."

Zhao Yuan gave up the plan to argue with these civil officials, and put the whole picture of Yan Yun into his backpack, and said in a slightly more amiable tone: "My lord, just now you pretended to be the emperor, what experience do you have? You might as well say it together Come out."

Wang Yanguan curled up on the ground and shivered, his face was as pale as paper and dripping with cold sweat.

"Lord Wang?" Zhao Yuan raised his voice slightly.

"minister……"

"No, no, this is really too ridiculous, I dare not speak, dare not speak..."

Zhao Yuan immediately became certain that the moment Wang Yanguan regarded himself as Wanyan Wu Qimai, and stood in Wu Qimai's position and thought about it, he had already understood many things.It's just that he didn't dare to say it, or even think about it.

"Say!" she snapped.

Wang Yanguan staggered back two steps, even his teeth were chattering: "The Song Dynasty is so rich and prosperous, and the Jin Kingdom can't even have enough food. Naturally, it needs... naturally... 30 years old coins, or even 300 million dans of grain, How can we stop the mouth of the Kingdom of Jin? Today we can threaten the ministers of the Song Dynasty and use the Yellow River as the border of the country, and tomorrow..."

He couldn't go on.

The expressions of the surrounding civil servants all changed, and many even scolded him for talking nonsense.

"Have we seen too few wolfish ambitions today?" Wang Yanguan even cried a little, "The golden men and cavalry are so powerful, they swallowed Bianliang in an instant, and the second emperor went north. If... if it is thirty or fifty years later , Wu begged to buy a crane to return to the west, and his descendants thought of going south again, took down Bianliang in one fell swoop, and asked me to draw the boundary with the Yangtze River..."

After he spoke, he raised his sleeves and wept.

"If there is such a day..."

I don't know who among the crowd is muttering to himself, "You should die for the country with your body to reward my will!"

The anger in Zhao Yuan's heart flared up again.

"Martyrdom?" She said with a sneer, "You are martyrdom, your wife and children, your relatives and friends, and these thousands of miles of beautiful rivers and mountains, who will be sent to them? Ben Diji once heard that there was a faint king in the west of the Great Food Kingdom, who once said something like this: 'I don't care about the flood after I die! .”

"Only the weak will always think of committing suicide instead of resisting!"

After she spoke in one breath, her chest was stuffy and aching.

These people...these people...

They are all officials enjoying the highest salaries, all are scholars with lofty integrity, and they are all... idiots with pitfalls in their heads!

She had known that the Great Song's emphasis on literature and martial arts had reached an extremely serious point.

But what she didn't expect was that this group of scholars, who knew nothing but reading, ended up making themselves stupid.

If I don't have the power to restrain a chicken, I think that everyone in the world has no power to restrain a chicken; if I admire the style of a gentleman, I think that everyone in the world respects the style of a gentleman; There is nothing you can do if you die for your country!

I really want to unscrew the heads of these guys one by one, replace the brains, and put them back on the body.

Zhao Yuan took a few deep breaths again, barely suppressing the stagnant pressure in his chest.

Qin Hui, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"What Diji said is true. However, since ancient times, there has never been a custom for women to be in charge. I ask Diji to think twice, Chen Shuguan, and change the chief envoy, so as not to delay the peace negotiation."

He had already seen that the extremely angry Emperor Ji in front of him had no intention of negotiating peace at all.If she continues to be the head of this mission, within half a month, something will happen.As long as Song and Jin successfully negotiate a peace, as the envoy of the two countries, I will definitely be an extremely human minister, and I can win a wise man who "avoids the flames of war"...

As for the others, just as Di Ji said just now, after death, who cares about the flood?

The sentence "If you talk about peace again, you will be cut off" has rushed to the mouth, and Zhao Yuan swallowed it abruptly.

——The one in front of me is the famous Qin Hui.

——The more angry you are, the more you must calm down, otherwise it will be easy for others to take advantage of it.

Zhao Yuan took another deep breath, until the resentment in his chest subsided a bit, and then said: "It's okay, my concubine is tired, and when you get to the next post house, you will change the master. Ji looked at it, and there was no need to ask the officials for an order or send a newcomer, Qin Hui and Lord Qin are very good."

Qin Hui was overjoyed, then surprised.

Before coming here, Zhao Gouqian reminded Wanwan that this Roufu Empress is definitely not simple, so he should be extremely careful.Looking at it now, although this Empress Dowager is smarter than ordinary people, she is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl after all, and she can't achieve much.After being frightened every day, he obediently handed over the scepter and appointed himself as the master, which is really very witty.

As for what Di Ji just said...

The deep-rooted concepts of the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years, how can a small debate be changed?

So it was settled.

In the next post house, after Zhao Yuan and the two grand ladies stayed, they stayed and did not leave.Three days later, Qin Hui and the others set off, officially calling it "Yihe".As for how many of these peace negotiating envoys really wanted to negotiate peace, and how many were frightened by Zhao Yuan's sudden shout, that's unknown.

However, will Zhao Yuan obediently stay in the post house and wait to die?

Impossible.

She hid in the space the next day and "disappeared" for a whole day. By the time the two maids were screaming and looking for her, she had already changed into a man's attire, wrapped a bloody white gauze around her neck, and pretended to be Tsukuru's throat was injured, and he galloped away all the way.

Most of the entire peace negotiation mission were civil servants, and they walked slowly.

Zhao Yuan rode his fast horse all the way northward, and within half a month, he arrived at the boundary of Shangjing.If she expected correctly, those fragile missions were still dawdling along the way.

——Go and negotiate a peace, I will let Jin Guo rot from the root.

Di Ji thought so.

At this time, it has been more than eight months since Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan were brought back.Most of the nobles of the Kingdom of Jin were depressed, and even the entire city was lifted from martial law.Zhao Yuan rummaged through the space, picked two pieces of extremely pure and huge gold, forced them to the guards guarding the city, and answered a few questions in proficient Jurchen dialect, and was successfully put into the city.

The weather was not good that day, and it rained heavily.

Zhao Yuan changed his attire again, this time it was the graceful Song Emperor Ji Fuyu, who put on a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and led the horse slowly towards the north of the city.She remembered that it was the ancestral temple of Jin Tai Zu Wanyan Aguda.

It is said that when Wu Qimai is in a bad mood, he will often go to the temple of his late brother to stay for half a day, and then ask two Song captives to accompany him and laugh, and his mood will be inexplicably better.

This time Zhao Yuan's luck was really not bad.

Wu Qimai brought only three or two bodyguards and three or two Song captives. He stood in front of Wanyan Aguda's spiritual tablet, stared at it for a long time and then sighed deeply.It was raining heavily outside the ancestral temple, and no one noticed Zhao Yuan's arrival.When the guards finally discovered that there was one more person at the gate of the Taimiao, Zhao Yuan had already taken off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and was silently looking at the Jin Emperor in front of him.

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There was the sound of drawing knives in unison, and the sound of inhaling in unison.Seeing Zhao Yuan, a thin and tired young man blurted out the word "Huan" subconsciously, and subconsciously closed his mouth again.

"Emperor of the Kingdom of Jin." Zhao Yuan said in extremely proficient Jurchen language, "I will dedicate myself to you tonight, can you please let my brother go?"