There was silence in the field. At this moment, everyone understood that the fourth prince was the real master of this country because of his military achievements and his supreme authority. Hailing suppressed his anger and jealousy and avoided his eyes. .
Jin Wushu glanced at Hailing, his eyes as sharp as needles. It was this vicious Hailing who came up with this bad idea. The death of Song Qinzong was of no benefit to Dai Jin. However, now was not the time to settle accounts. He looked at the scene and saw Chen The voice said: "The funeral of the young master of the Song family will be arranged immediately."
A young man stepped forward to salute. It was Zhao Zhan, the eldest son of Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty. He looked like his father and had a handsome face. Although there were tears on his face, he saluted in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. Even his voice was calm: "Thank you, Fourth Prince!"
Jin Wushu looked at his prematurely mature face, which was vaguely resolute, maintaining the dignity and final integrity of the royal family. Song Qinzong, when the disaster came, he was forced to ascend the throne by Song Huizong, and his time was still short. , it was a mess riddled with holes. Due to his incomplete talent and the limitations of time, he was unable to turn the tide. He did not have great talent, but he was definitely not stupid. He also worked hard. The Song Dynasty really cannot be regarded as dead because of him. However, his end was worse than any other Song prisoner, and even worse than his father, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
"Your Royal Highness, please organize the funeral for your father well and reward him with a hundred raw silks. All funeral ceremonies must comply with Han customs."
Zhao Zhan was established as the prince early for Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty. This was also the first time that Jin Wushu used the honorific title.
The young man's tone was still neither humble nor arrogant: "Fourth Prince, I dare not look down upon you and regard myself as the prince again. I only wish to never return to the imperial family again in the future."
I just hope that from now on, I will never return to the imperial family again.
Jin Wushu was stunned and couldn't help but turn his eyes. In the crowded crowd, there were countless bamboo hats, and her figure had completely disappeared. If he was not born into the royal family and was not the fourth prince, would there be another version of the story?
Such as Zhahe.
Even a golden man can be her life and death friend.
He suddenly became anxious, his throat surged, and his heart was full of galloping, infinite sadness.
The prisoners of the Song Dynasty cried and carried Song Qinzong's body away. No one was interested in continuing the interrupted Marseille. Jin Wushu dismissed everyone. Only then did he look at He Ci who had lost an inch: " Wolf Lord, it’s time to hold an emergency meeting.”
He Ci woke up from a dream and quickly ordered the officials to be summoned to discuss matters on the spot.
The big tent was divided into two rows on the left and right. He Ci was sitting at the top, adjusting his somewhat messy crown with his hands. There were also newly arrived concubines behind him. His mind was all on that, and he became more and more absent-minded. He wished he could finish it as soon as possible. It's better to go back and play.
He hurriedly asked: "Fourth Uncle, what do you think we should do?"
Jin Wushu pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Hailing: "Hailing, you caused this, what do you think we should do?"
Hailing was obviously well prepared and responded calmly: "I would like to inform the fourth prince that Song Qinzong would not regret his death. Even if he wants to use his captives, his son Zhao Zhan can be used as a puppet..."
He Ci nodded. The other ministers obviously had the same idea and thought it was no big deal.
Jin Wushu glanced at the crowd and realized that most of the faces were recently promoted. The main generals of the Jin Kingdom who had fought on one side in the past were no longer alive. Suddenly, there was a feeling that the song was over and everyone was gone. In a hundred years, just these people can support the future of Daikin? Qi Shu, is Dai Jin's Qi Shu depleting so quickly
"I have received news that the Song Army's 300,000 troops are gathering towards Lianghe. The general leading the army is Liu Ning..." Everyone was indifferent at first. It was not surprising that the Song Army was marching towards Lianghe. However, when they heard that it was Liu Ning or Liu Ning, A little uneasy. Liu Ning is also a famous general of his generation. He is one of the best figures in the Song Dynasty after Yue Pengju. He is definitely not a idiot like Yang Yizhong.
But, what does this have to do with the death of Song Qinzong
"The State of Zhao has always paid attention to the father and son of monarchs and ministers. Song Qinzong is the officially enthroned emperor and the eldest brother. If Zhao Deji ignores Song Qinzong's safety and leads his army to attack, then he will lose most of the people in the north; the scholar-bureaucrats in Jiangnan will also covertly and covertly Ridiculing him. I still remember that during the Jingkang disaster and the fall of Kaifeng, when Song Qinzong and his son were escorted out of the capital, the people in Kaifeng lit incense, wax, money and paper in mourning for ten miles, and the cries were loud... Maybe this is why Zhao's incense should not be used That's why Zhao Deji, a despicable person, was allowed to escape..." His words turned sharp, "People in the Song Dynasty sympathized with Song Qinzong and felt that he was not the main fault for the demise of the Song Dynasty. But what about Zhao Zhan, the Huangkou child? How could anyone from the Song Dynasty sympathize with him? How could he be as important as Song Qinzong in the minds of Jiangnan officials? How could he compete with Zhao Deji even if he was made a puppet
Everyone just woke up from a dream. Except for the fourth prince, no one among these careless Jurchen nobles could have imagined such consequences. Even Hailing, after all, he was young and short-sighted. Apart from being ruthless, he was not good at strategizing the city. Far.
Wolf Lord Heci panicked and touched his crown again: "Fourth Uncle, what do you think we should do?"
This is the Nth time he has asked.
All eyes were focused on Jin Wushu, and he no longer dared to raise any doubts. Jin Wushu pondered for a moment, and had three strategies in his mind. He turned them over and over again, and thought about them many times in his heart. Originally, It was only on his deathbed that he was willing to tell these three strategies. They were Dajin's strategies to stabilize the country. They were also his final contribution to the Jin Kingdom. After all, this was the Jurchen nation he loved, and her strength and rise were the key to his success. My lifelong wish.
He opened his mouth and could faintly hear his own heartbeat. Suddenly he saw Hailing's twinkling eyes, staring at him closely, with a look more urgent than a wolf master's stab. He felt a chill in his heart, and then he shrank back after thinking about it. He actually showed his majestic head. He looked around, but no one noticed anything strange about Hai Ling. They were all staring at him.
No one noticed Hailing's ambition
He suddenly didn't want to talk any more, and his words changed: "It's better to prepare with two hands, prepare for war with one hand, and negotiate for peace with the other."
No one dared to have any objections.
Wolf Lord Heci was a little disappointed, and asked again: "Fourth Uncle, is there any trace of Gong Yin's pursuit?"
He looked at Hailing and said, "Hailing, you are the pioneer, what news have you found?"
Hailing gritted his teeth and said: "The King of Qin has three burrows and is hiding in the jungle. It is difficult to find traces..."
A look of displeasure appeared on Lord Wolf's face. He observed his words and immediately knelt down in front of Jin Wushu, with a hint of cunning on his delicate face: "Hailing is incompetent, please punish the fourth prince..."
Jin Wushu did not speak.
Hailing was a little scared, but after all, he was very eloquent and read a lot of poetry and books. In addition to Jin Wushu, he was also very interested in the thick and black knowledge of the Han people. He had an idea and wrote a poem: "' He stationed millions of troops on the West Lake and immediately set foot on the first peak of Wushan Mountain. The fourth uncle was a man of great talent and strategy. Back then, he searched the mountains and seas and chased Zhao Deji like a lost dog. He also planned to eliminate Yue Pengju and eliminate the serious troubles of the Song Dynasty. Which one? Isn’t he an unparalleled talent? Even this kind of knowledge is something that no one else in our Kingdom of Jin can imagine..." He spoke eloquently, his tone full of yearning, infinite admiration, and infinite humility. The ministers were impressed by his Infected by the tone and emotion, they once again returned to that heroic era. The living national hero, the fourth prince of Dajin, was sitting in front of them, shaped like a god.
"The King of Qin is full of scheming, and the tribute and silver are related to the national economy and people's livelihood of our country. It is a first-class matter, so I have to ask the fourth prince to take action. All the plans come from the fourth prince. Hailing is willing to listen to any orders from the fourth prince. Hailing, no, my nephew is obedient to everything..."
Jin Wushu was also fascinated by what he heard, but it was not because of the brat's praise of him, but because of the poem he composed afterwards.
We stationed millions of troops on the West Lake and immediately reached the first peak of Mount Wu.
If he didn't have too much ambition, being a poet would be a good thing. However, this is the problem with Song people. The more books they read, the more sinister and sinister they become. Just like themselves, just like the sea. Ling. Perhaps, the culture of the Han people is not as advanced as they advocated - the vicious calculation method of exterminating the same kind is actually much more evil than the instinct of animals.
Perhaps, I shouldn't have read the poetry and books of the Han people back then, especially their shady political laws accumulated over thousands of years. It pulled my whole life into a powerful darkness, without a trace of light or humanity.
He suddenly said calmly: "Hailing, you don't actually need to read many Han books in the future!"
Hailing was startled. Even though he was good at dancing, he also lost his sense of proportion. Where is this going? The fourth prince’s thinking jumped to this
Jin Wushu knew that his mattress could not be taught, so he stopped talking about it.
A sincere smile appeared on Hailing's delicate face, so humble, "After experiencing these things, I realized that my fourth uncle is like a mountain. Hailing is young and ignorant. I have offended my fourth uncle in the past. Please forgive me..."
How could such a cunning person escape the eyes of Jin Wushu? According to his past temperament, if he picks up a knife and lays down any crime, he will be punished. However, seeing his "sincere" face, the young man's hidden high-spiritedness is revealed, especially his "fourth uncle" "—This boy is the son of his biological brother Zong Qian and his biological nephew. He is closer to me than He Ci.
He softened his heart. This was not a decision that a politician should make, but for some reason, the raging murderous intention subsided. He was too tired.
He thought of Zhao Zhan's words, "I wish I would never be reborn in the imperial family again," and he became even more uninterested. He ignored Hailing's look, got up and left.
The civil and military ministers retreated from the court together. He Ci couldn't wait to rush to the back door. What greeted him was a room full of singing and dancing birds.
At the end of the stadium, there was the guard of honor for the Fourth Prince. Wu Qimai stayed there for a moment, waiting dutifully. Jin Wushu dismounted and frowned slightly: "Wu Qimai, go back home immediately."
"yes."
He pulled the reins of the horse, unable to suppress the sweetness in his throat any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Wu Qimai was shocked and shouted in a low voice: "Fourth Prince, you must seek medical treatment immediately. Witch doctor, there is a witch doctor here..."
He waved his sleeves to wipe away the blood stains and said in a deep voice: "Don't disturb me, go back immediately."
"But, Fourth Prince, you are like this now..."
"Wu Qimai listens to the order and returns home immediately."