Wulinda Zanmo was born as a retainer of Nianhan, so how could he answer such a question? He just stood there in silence.

"Wulin Daqing." Zhao Jiu finally sighed. "Let me ask you again, when you were ordered by Nianhan to come here to make a maritime alliance and discuss with Wang Fu how to divide the border of Liao, were you also so sincere?"

Wulinda Zanmo was finally moved, but he was speechless. The civil and military officials around him were also disappointed.

"I thought that you and Wang Fu were both very sincere at that time, but after Nianhan saw that the Song Dynasty was prosperous on the surface but weak on the inside, didn't he still decisively go south?" Zhao Jiu sighed, put away the unnecessary expression, and continued to narrate calmly. "So, what's the use of your sincerity today?"

"If your majesty says so, I have nothing to say." Wulin Dazanmo also felt bored. "I brought the conditions of the Great Jin Kingdom here, and the emperor made new conditions for the Great Song Dynasty. The difference is so big that I don't need to report back... Of course, I don't dare to report back with that condition... According to what I said, it's better to directly assert that this peace negotiation is not going to work, right?!"

"That's about it." Zhao Jiu nodded in agreement.

"Then I will take my leave." Wulinda Zanmo bowed his hands, but couldn't help but say one more thing. "But there is one thing I have to say before I leave..."

"No problem."

"On that day, between Song and Jin, it was the Song that broke the agreement first!"

"I know." Zhao Jiu nodded in response. "It was indeed the Song Dynasty that broke the agreement first, and it was the more cowardly and incompetent party that broke the agreement... Therefore, the Emperor Taishang Daojun brought disgrace upon himself!"

All the civil and military officials in the court had no time to react and were stunned.

But Zhao Jiu was not in a hurry and still did not give anyone a chance to speak: "But I advocate war today, but it has nothing to do with people like Guo Yaoshi and Zhang Jue at that time, and it has nothing to do with the Emperor Taishang Daojun... I am thinking about it, but since the Jingkang period, blood has flowed everywhere, and the hatred is difficult to resolve."

Wulinda Zanmo didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to say.

"I have a book here, which records a small part of my hatred with you Jurchens... You can take it back and report it." Zhao Jiu said, and Yang Yizhong, who was fully armed, came directly from the side door to the hall holding something. "This is it, it is the "Dongjing Menghualu" that I copied overnight, Wu Lindaqing, take your time to read it on the way back."

Wulinda Zanmo was stunned for a moment, and just took the book blankly, and all the officials below Zhao Ding, no matter their official positions, who had wanted to speak several times, now bowed their heads and remained silent... Wulinda Zanmo didn't know what "Dongjing Menghualu" was about, but the emperor's behavior in the past few days was there, and the book was widely circulated. Any important official who was a little interested would have known its contents long ago.

Anyone who knows the content will understand what the official means - if you want to negotiate peace, give me back the bustling Tokyo City like the one in the book!

"Now that things have come to this, I have one last thing to ask you." After sending the book away, Zhao Jiu sat on the throne in a red robe, but finally showed a hint of life. "Tell me the truth, did Wu Qimai really have a stroke?"

Wulinda Zanmo was furious for a moment, but he could only hold the book and answer seriously: "Let your Majesty know, and trouble your Majesty to worry... My king did go out to race horses in the spring, drank too much, and then suffered a stroke."

"Got it, let's go!" After hearing this, Zhao Jiu didn't respond, but raised his hand to urge.

Even though Wulinda Zanmo had anticipated the outcome of today's meeting, he didn't know what to say when he left within less than an incense stick of time. He could only bow his head and walk out of the Wende Hall.

As soon as the person left, the palace was inevitably in an uproar. After all, some of what Emperor Zhao said just now was really too much! But there was a copy of "Dreams of the Capital" lying there, so no one dared to take the lead, for fear that the emperor would smear hundreds of dish names on their faces and then demote them without knowing why.

Amid the loud noise, several ministers who were the heads of all officials and some important ministers all had stern expressions on their faces. No one moved or spoke at all... It was because these people were not only worried about being dazzled by the names of hundreds of dishes, they had followed this official for a long time and knew his temper. How could they not know that today's matter was not over yet?

"I originally wanted to announce the names of the dishes directly in front of the Jin envoy."

In the gradually quiet hall, Zhao Jiu looked at the civil and military officials in the hall and couldn't help laughing. "But after thinking about it, it's a bit embarrassing. How can the Jurchens care about you not being able to eat anything in your life and then resent you? But you gentlemen, if you are interested, you might as well go back and buy a copy of "Dongjing Menghualu", and then look at this book to see why I don't want to negotiate peace with the Jin people... I followed the map a few days ago and found that the roughly classified markets recorded in this book have recovered, but when it comes to the famous shops with signs and characteristics, it is a big deal if only one out of ten shops can survive. There are hundreds of dishes, and I don't know what they taste like, so I can't find them. I am also resentful of the Jin people, so I just drove Wulin Da Zanmo away."

This statement was so clear that even a rough man like Wang De could fully understand it.

"Later, a few eunuchs saw that I was unhappy, so they wanted to coax me, saying that the food in "Dongjing Menghualu" was not complete, and they had been in Dongjing for a long time, and knew a lot of old brands, so they volunteered to find other old brands for me." Zhao Guanjia, dressed in a red robe, continued to chatter. "After searching for several days, I only found Song Wusao, who made fish soup. As a result, Song Wusao's mansion and store were burned by the rebels before Zong Zhongwu recovered Dongjing. After returning, she couldn't afford to build a house, so she and her husband could only carry the load to sell... I met the eldest sister-in-law yesterday, first I paid for her to buy a store on Ma Xing Street, and then told her that when the fish in my harem fish pond is out of the pond, I will supply her family first, and you might as well take care of the business when the time comes... I can only say that "Dongjing Menghualu" is a very good name. At least the author knows that the past is like a dream, and it was ruined by the Jin people, and it is gone and can never come back!"

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