Inheriting the Song Dynasty

In 1127 AD, the Northern Song Dynasty fell. Immediately, the ninth imperial prince, Zhao Gou, ascended the throne in Shangqiu amidst widespread anticipation, inheriting the Song imperial line and r...

Chapter 10: Lightness and Severity

Everyone heard the sarcasm in the words and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that it was Yan Xiaozhong, the governor of Tangzhou.

Zhao Jiu was about to say a few polite words for the sake of unity, but the prefect Yan ignored him and continued to persuade him: "Even if I, Yan Xiaozhong, was a prefect, I lost my territory and was captured, and I worked as a laborer for the Jin army while carrying a shoulder pole and being whipped, I was never ashamed to shed a single tear! Mr. Lin has a bright future ahead of him, why do you have to complain about yourself? If you continue like this, you will be despised!"

After hearing this, Mr. Kobayashi could no longer cry. He could only try to keep quiet and bow to thank the other party.

As for Emperor Zhao, he had already given up speaking at this time.

Zhang Jun, who was accompanying him, said a few words: "Mr. Lu and his companions are just a little more mature... their desire to serve the country is the same as ours."

Yan Xiaozhong sneered and refuted directly: "How dare we talk about you gentlemen? You must know that people like those gentlemen have their own dignity and face. Compared with them, when we are displaced, the lives of a few thousand people under the city are nothing to worry about!"

Zhang Jun didn't say anything more, and Liu Ziyu had no intention of cheering for his friend... Because everyone knew that the emperor came here to cure diseases and save lives, and the ministers who stayed in the hall to protest seemed to have their reasons. In essence, there was no conflict between the two sides, but for Yan Xiaozhong, the difference between the two was earth-shaking.

Because the army outside the city was initially instigated by Yan Xiaozhong!

Therefore, those who came out with the emperor today, including the prime minister Yuwen Xu Zhong, who was eventually ordered by the emperor to stay in the city, and the commander of the imperial camp Wang Yuan, who stayed on the city wall, expressed their trust in Yan Xiaozhong, although it was not their original intention; and the latter, even if he had no such intention at all, in fact publicly expressed his doubts about this person.

After all, the emperor said it very clearly. It was correct that the army could not enter the city, but it was a false proposition that people could not leave the city. Moreover, the emperor himself had come out, so why should Yan Xiaozhong suffer this injustice?

"All right." After a moment of silence in the hall, Emperor Zhao suddenly spoke. "My dear ministers, you are also mature... When the country is in danger, we should be patient for the sake of the country. Now that things have come to this, Zhai Chong has already sent troops, so I will go back first, and Prefect Yan will follow me. Scholar Lin will remain here as marquis, and Yan Xiu (Liu Ziyu's courtesy name) will stay to help Scholar Lin."

Everyone quickly accepted the order.

Just like that, Emperor Zhao didn't bother waiting for any battle reports, so he left the tent and prepared to return to the city.

However, when the official and several of his close ministers came out of the tent, they were suddenly stunned by the warm wind outside the tent. It turned out that under the many braziers and torches outside the tent, there was a man lying on the ground motionless. It was Zhai Chong who hurried out of the tent a quarter of an hour ago.

There were torches and braziers all around, the flames were dazzling, but there was no high place to see what was going on in the distance. Zhao Jiu was naturally puzzled, so he simply asked with a straight face: "Zhai Qing, didn't you go to the battle?"

"Reporting to the emperor!" Zhai Chong still did not look up, but tried to speak loudly. "I was going to go, but the small camp of only 500 cavalrymen was small and dilapidated, and the Jin people were always arrogant and their defenses were not good, not to mention that the leader was a fake Jurchen Khitan. So my youngest son Zhai Biao led a hundred men, carrying five or six barrels of oil from the shallow water downstream, and set a fire in the stable first, which scared the horses away. The Jin people had no choice but to abandon the camp and fled in a panic chasing the war horses! The previous noise was all caused by those unsatisfied people who were looking for spoils in the camp!"

Zhao Jiu was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help laughing: "You just say you won, at most you can just join in the fun and say 'the kids have defeated the enemy'... Why do you have to do this?"

"I was afraid that the emperor would not believe me, so I was a little long-winded. Also, I was rude and did not know how to say nice things. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Zhai Chong still did not look up.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Things have come to this point. According to what we said before, you should quickly work with Scholar Lin and this Lieutenant Liu to make arrangements and divide the troops into two. Those who are reliable and have clear backgrounds will enter the city early tomorrow morning, and the rest will be sent to Jinzhen Town in the north to stay temporarily. And those who crossed the river tonight will all join my team!" Emperor Zhao nodded slowly, then left with his hands behind his back. When he said the last word, it was already the lingering sound of the spring breeze.

"I thank the emperor for his grace!" Zhai Chong hurriedly shouted on the ground, his joy hard in his tone.

After a while, the man stood up and glanced at the figure of Emperor Zhao who was heading towards the city from afar. He felt relieved, as if the red robe, fu hat, and gold belt on Emperor Zhao were pressing him down from a distance and making him unable to breathe.

Speaking of which, let's not talk about what Zhai Chong, the local tyrant of Xiping, was thinking. On the other side, Emperor Zhao calmly entered from the north gate and first met Wang Yuan. The commander of the imperial camp did not dare to say much, but when he arrived at the street entrance in the city, where Yuwen Xu Zhong was ordered to preside over the place, he saw the four ministers were all here, so naturally he couldn't help asking some questions.

"Sir, is everything okay outside the city?" Xu Jingheng walked forward with a serious expression.

Zhao Jiu burst out laughing when he heard that, then he got off his horse, wanting to say something but stopping himself, as if he was preparing to put on a show.

While Emperor Zhao was adjusting his attitude and mood, Yan Xiaozhong behind him could not wait and said coldly: "Let all the gentlemen know that as soon as Emperor Zhao left the city, the young boys defeated the enemy!"

Zhao Jiu had no choice but to change his tone and say, "That's it!"