At this point, Emperor Zhao was indeed well-informed and finally laughed out loud on the spot. After he finished laughing, he pointed to the two people behind him:

"You two are so rude... At this point, you are not even willing to call me father?!"

The two people at the back finally couldn't hold on any longer, and they stepped forward and knelt down, saying "Long live the emperor, father".

Zhao Jiu laughed again, then nodded and said, "Tell me your name."

"Your son Wanyan Yong!" The youngest one bowed his head, his face still red.

"Your son, Hesheli Liangbi." Another one also made a report.

The three of them all used Han names, and after a moment of thought, Zhao Jiu matched them with the three people in the information he had obtained before - the orphan of the eldest prince Wanyan Oben, the orphan of the third prince Wanyan Erlido, the young master of the Hesheli tribe and a student of Wanyan Xiyin.

After the confrontation, Zhao Jiu embraced his daughter and continued to sigh: "To be honest, after I heard that Xi Yin was dead, I wanted to let Marshal Yue attack Huining Prefecture directly. Because Xi Yin was dead, I really didn't know if the Jurchens could be assimilated to Han culture. Naturally, I wanted to wipe out the roots... But when I saw the three of you, I was relieved."

"Let your father know that I have been studying since I was young and am quite proficient in poetry and prose. I dare not compare myself with your skills as a famous scholar throughout history, but I am qualified to inherit your virtue of education." Wanyan Liang was impatient again. It was obvious that he had lost his father and most of his family and urgently needed the position of the leader of the Jurchen Kingdom to protect himself and for revenge in the future. "Your father swept the world and was very powerful. I have a poem to present to your father to show your ambition."

"oh?"

Zhao Jiu was really interested.

"I beg Your Majesty to show mercy and allow me to stand up and recite."

"good."

After a conversation, Wanyan Liang was the first to stand up. He then looked around and walked past the two people beside him. Facing east, he recited a poem:

"Thousands of miles of carriages and books are mixed together, how can Yanyun have a separate border?

Lead a million troops to the Yellow River and immediately reach the first peak of Taihang Mountain! "

Zhao Jiu was stunned for a moment, and finally realized who this guy was. However, he did not hesitate at all, and just nodded repeatedly:

“Good poem, good poem!”

"It's not even one tenth of your father's martial arts prowess." Wanyan Liang turned around and replied earnestly.

"Please give my son a seat." Zhao Jiu simply stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party.

The crowd immediately added a few seats behind Yue Fei and the kings, and Wanyan Liang was overjoyed. After expressing his gratitude, he sat down openly.

Then, Zhao Jiufu looked at the remaining two kneeling "sons" and said, "What do you two know about literature?"

The remaining two looked at each other for a long while, and Wanyan Yong lowered his head carefully and said, "Let your father know that I am the worst in literature among the three of you... Brother Liangbi is a child prodigy in the country, and the most trusted and trusted son of Xi Yin Xianggong during his lifetime. He even opened a Confucian school in Yanjing to teach others... But I have only read the Confucian classics."

Zhao Jiu nodded and immediately looked at the other person.

Hesheli Liangbi understood and quickly answered on the ground, trying to maintain a calm appearance: "So that the emperor knows... I am not good at poetry, but I can write a little."

"It's okay, each has its own merits." Zhao Jiu said indifferently. "Then let's not talk about poetry and literature... Liangbi, if you were to become the ruler of the Jurchens and govern the country, is there anything you must do?"

Liang Bi was slightly stunned, then he remembered the conversation between Xi Yin and Huangshui River before his death, and answered seriously: "Reporting to the emperor, if I were to govern the country, I would first revive the Song system, establish Confucianism, and learn Chinese."

Zhao Jiu seemed to be thinking about something, but then he looked at Wanyan Yong again.

Wanyan Yong understood and immediately replied nervously: "My son, I will first recuperate and prevent any more troubles from happening. As for reviving the Song system and establishing Confucianism, it is only natural."

"Father." Wan Yanliang, who had already taken his seat, also spoke up. "As my brother said, it is only natural to follow the Song system and establish Confucianism."

Zhao Jiu nodded, then fell into silence and thought.

Everyone in the room, from Yue Fei down, knew of the official's frivolous temper and was afraid that he would make a decision on the spot, so they held their breath, ready to witness the birth of the first ruler after the defeat of the Jurchens.

Once this ruler is elected, it will mean the complete surrender of the Jurchens, and it will also mean that the all-out war that has lasted for more than ten years will come to an end even in terms of procedure.

But Zhao Jiu was indeed a little hesitant.

Wanyan Liang did a good job of being a troublemaker, but he was obviously a troublemaker. Coupled with the death of his parents and family members on the banks of the Huangshui River, it can be imagined that behind this person's deliberate sarcasm and emphasis on expression, there is forbearance and turmoil. I am afraid that he will cause trouble both internally and externally as soon as he comes to power.

Zhao Jiu is certainly not afraid of this guy causing trouble. In fact, according to the current situation, no matter whether this guy causes trouble internally or externally, the Jurchens will have to pay the price in the end.

Therefore, if one wants to further provoke internal strife among the Jurchens, it would be fine to choose this person as the first choice.

Relatively speaking, Wanyan Yong's identity and character seemed to be an important guarantee for the stability and revival of the Jurchens.

Hesheli Liangbi was neither good nor bad. His background made it difficult for him to completely stabilize the internal situation, but his words and behavior seemed to ensure that he would not cause trouble. Compared with the Wanyan brothers, he was indeed at a disadvantage.

However, the surname itself is the biggest temptation.

Of course, the key point today is that these three people came to ask Emperor Zhao to choose. It doesn’t matter who they choose... But it is precisely because it doesn’t matter that Zhao Jiu hesitated for a moment.

The scene was not very spectacular, just like a rich kid's summer vacation, but this was the Chinese emperor, the official of the Zhao Song Dynasty who lost the eagle and got the deer! He could decide the ruler of a country with just one word!

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