"Everyone knows about this." Wushu shook his head and said. "Even Nianhan, you can see from his words today that he is obviously treating the two corners as abandoned pawns, just to delay time... Only Wanyan Huonu, I don't know if he is afraid that the court will deprive him of his military power or really wants to "avenge his father", he has to hold on to more than 10,000 elite troops and guard Yan'an, which is isolated on the other side of the river."

"It's just a pretense to ask for more positions in the Western Route Army." Qin Hui said with a smile. "This is not worth mentioning. Once the central government is cleaned up, we can naturally take care of it."

"Too."

"And if we can return the two places and the Five Kingdoms City, the official in the south will not be able to control it." Qin Hui continued casually. "The Han people have always ruled the world with filial piety. It is difficult for him to refuse this condition openly..."

"What are those people in Wuguo City?" Wushu just laughed when he heard this. "At this point, the south has been stabilized, and those people are useless. They are just a few hundred people, and they can be handed back... But it's okay for others, but if we send those two back, where will they get a place? Will the official be offended? In my opinion, if we put forward this condition, it will only make Zhao Jiu of Cangzhou in the south even more unwilling to negotiate peace."

"Then how about using this as a condition and not sending them back?" Qin Hui didn't care and just continued to peel chestnuts. "The two saints stay and the rest are all sent back. Or we can send all of them back, and even the Taihang Mountain Volunteer Army and other Bianliang children who are willing to return to the south can be sent to Henan as a courtesy... Anyway, we can talk."

Wuzhu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and then slowly nodded.

But soon, the Fourth Prince shook his head again: "Even if there is talk in the south, the Marshal is pretending to be tough here, how can he be willing to make peace? No one can persuade him."

"Although the Grand Marshal is smart, decisive, prestigious and knowledgeable, he has always had a fierce temperament. I heard that when he was young, he was polite to his subordinates, friends, and even surrendered people. But I don't know if it's because of his age. When I first met him during the Jingkang period, I felt that he was a little serious. In the past four or five years, I feel that he has gradually become ruthless to his subordinates and colleagues." Qin Hui continued to lower his head and answered casually. "Now that he has monopolized power, he has become more and more unscrupulous. It seems that no one can stop him, but in fact, it is possible that he has already attracted resentment from all sides, but no one dares to express it in person... Moreover, although the king's stroke was an accident, would people who were not there at the time believe it? What about the imprisonment of the king who was still conscious and several of his children? In this case, in my humble opinion, the Grand Marshal seems dangerous."

Wuzhu was just eating chestnuts at first, but when he heard the end, he couldn't help but look up in surprise. However, the fair-faced scholar opposite him just kept eating chestnuts, so he also lowered his head and continued eating chestnuts.

It was as if I hadn't heard anything just now.

Just like that, perhaps because the chestnuts were so sweet, the two of them actually finished half a bunch, then had some wine and vegetables, and then felt bloated, so they went their separate ways.

At this time, Qin Hui already held the position of the Marshal's Office and had the large house that Talan had given him, so of course he made it his own residence.

However, in the evening, when Qin Huizhi rode to his house on horseback, he unexpectedly saw a man waiting in front of his door... It was the young man selling chestnuts, and beside him was a whole bunch of freshly roasted chestnuts.

"Mr. Qin." When this person saw Qin Hui, he called out timidly from afar.

Qin Hui knew that he was afraid of the Jurchen cavalry escorting him, so he asked the Jurchen soldiers to go back, and then he dismounted to meet him and said awkwardly: "How dare you, a man who has lost his country and lives in disgrace, call me your Excellency?"

"I heard that Qin Xianggong was the Chief Censor a long time ago, so he is half a Xianggong. Today he saved me... How can he not be called Xianggong?" The man said, bowing his head, and then picked up the bunch of chestnuts from his side and presented them respectfully. "This is the last basket of chestnuts this year, and I fried them and made snacks for Xianggong... I knocked on the door, and the doorman said that they didn't want outsiders, so I waited for Xianggong at the door."

Qin Hui wanted to refuse, but he found it funny, so he just took it: "The chestnuts you fry are so good that they are almost as good as those of Li He's family in Bianjing. I'll take them..."

Halfway through his words, the vendor opposite suddenly burst into tears, shocking Qin Hui so much that he didn't know what to do.

The vendor, however, saw that he had frightened the other party, and he quickly choked up and said, "To be honest, sir, Li He is my father. During the Jingkang period, my family was abducted and my father died on the way. I then stayed in Yanjing and resumed my old business!"

Qin Hui also lost his voice.

The vendor cried for a while and couldn't help asking, "Husband, do you think we can go back to Henan in this life? You know, people are humbled when they leave their hometown. It would be great if we could go back to Henan and be a peaceful vendor. Why do we have to be bullied here every day?"

Qin Hui remained silent.

The vendor said nothing more, but covered his face and walked away wailing.

It was already late, and the wind was blowing again, even whistling. Qin Hui was touched by the chestnuts, and his heart was touched. He stood in front of his house for a long time with his head raised, but he didn't knock on the door. Instead, he took the chestnuts and got on the horse, gritted his teeth, grasped the reins, and walked back the way he came.

Qin Hui had had enough of this cautious life where he didn't even dare to speak loudly. No matter who it was, not even Nianhan, no one could stand in his way!