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...
The snowflakes grew heavier and the sky darkened. The lights on the mountain were still bright. Zhao Jiu returned to Beiluan, but he was upset. It was not only because it was the first time he celebrated the New Year in this era, and he couldn't help but feel sad. It was also because Lu Haowen's advice just now made him realize that he had control over all aspects, even if it was just a Huainan camp, it was only superficial and temporary...
But the more important point is that Zhao Jiu is still worried about the slightly quiet Xiacai City in the north.
It should be noted that the New Year is a very important day for everyone living on this land. Even the Jin army generally celebrates the New Year. From the excellent position of the northern peak of Bagua Mountain, looking down from afar, one can vaguely perceive that the Jin army camp is also lighting lanterns and feasting. However, although the huge Xiacai City is brightly lit, it is silent at this time.
Such a situation can only mean that the people there, including Zhang Jun, the Grand Commandant, have been extremely depressed. It is almost conceivable that the coming of the festive season at this time did not bring Xia Cai an opportunity to take a breath, but instead catalyzed their despair in their desperate situation.
"Officials!"
Yang Yizhong had a duty to fulfill. Seeing that Zhao Guanjia had been sitting under the dragon flag for a long time, with snowflakes starting to fall on his shoulders, he could not help but step forward to remind him. "It's getting late, and the snow is very strong here. It's better to go back early."
"Can you send something to Xia Caicheng?" Zhao Jiu stood with his hands behind his back, without even turning his head.
"Of course not." Yang Yizhong answered every question, and naturally had thought about this question before, so he almost blurted it out. "I know that the emperor is worried about the morale of the army in Cai, but the inner ferry has been burned, and there is no place to stop the ship to transport supplies to the army."
"What if they don't send a large amount of money and goods, but just send an envoy to comfort the troops?" Zhao Jiu asked without delay.
"Of course, a single boat is no problem. During the day, there are soldiers patrolling the river to deliver the consolation orders from the officials and ministers." Yang Yizhong sighed. "But that's all we can do. The soldiers in the city are a little unstable, and the boats dare not approach. Under such circumstances, if we really send a proper envoy over, I'm afraid it will backfire..."
"You mean he will end up like Zhao Yuanzhen?" Zhao Jiu mentioned a person casually. It was Zhao Ding who went to cross the river to deliver the imperial edict when the fire broke out that day, but disappeared after the fire. It was confirmed yesterday that he was detained in Xiacai City by the angry soldiers of Zhang Jun's army, and now he is being "protected" by General Zhang.
"Yes! If the angel is detained in the army again, it will only contribute to the instability in Xia Cai City. Moreover, this way..."
"Moreover, under such circumstances, among the few civil and military officers in the line, no one is willing to cross the river. From the overall perspective, it is not worth sacrificing the lives of civil and military officers for this matter in vain."
"Yes." Yang Yizhong answered immediately, then paused for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "But I can go. I came from the army of General Zhang, and I know the people there well. They won't detain me. Instead, I can persuade General Zhang to calm down, and maybe even bring Censor Zhao back."
"Then go!" Zhao Jiu looked up at the snowflakes flying around him and falling into the brazier, and gave an order directly. "Take advantage of the darkness, take my gold medal, and then you can issue a military order yourself, lead a team of people to pretend to patrol the river, take a small boat, and secretly cross the river to the opposite side of Xiacai."
Yang Yizhong nodded repeatedly, left in a hurry, and then came back: "Does the emperor have anything to say to General Zhang?"
"No! Just comfort him in person!" Zhao Jiu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly shook his head. "When everything is ready, come to my tent and get the gold medal."
For no apparent reason, Yang Yi felt panic in his heart, but he had no choice but to respond.
After Yang Yi Zhong left, Zhao Jiu returned to the tent and called Lan Gui, the supervisor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He first asked the latter to get the gold medal, and then asked him to help him put on the armor... Lan Gui had a bitter face throughout the whole process, but did not dare to advise him.
A moment later, Yang Yizhong returned to the imperial tent and saw Zhao Jiu, dressed in ordinary uniform and carrying a food box. He was not surprised at all, but just looked up and sighed.
Moreover, like Lan Gui, after the incident with Liu Guangshi and the deserters of the Western Army, on the surface, no one in the Huainan camp could resist Zhao Jiu's wantonness. In fact, let alone a general and a eunuch, even a legitimate prime minister like Lu Xianggong, with the existence of the second person, couldn't he only make a few vague advices in drunkenness?
However, this time the matter was of great importance. Although Yang Yi Zhong did not dare to give direct advice, he walked slowly along the way. When he arrived at the riverside ferry, he even used the excuse of sending away idle people to delay and was reluctant to set sail for a long time... In this regard, Zhao Jiu said nothing and just let him perform until Zhang Jun, the Chief Censor, got the news from Lan Gui in the snow and came to the ferry in a panic.
"Official... Official, why is this happening?"
Zhang Jun arrived at the ferry and saw Zhao Jiu calmly boarding the boat in front of him. He could no longer bear it, so he rushed up to him, grabbed the food box in his hand, and asked him almost in tears.
"I made two mistakes." Zhao Jiu put one foot in the boat and one foot on the side of the boat, then sighed. "First, I thought it would be Mr. Lu who came; second, I thought you would directly advise me, but you asked such a question, which caught me off guard."
"It was I who stopped Prime Minister Lu." Zhang Jun tried to answer. "At this point, with the authority of the emperor, if he insists on doing whatever he wants, no one can stop him. I am the Chief Censor, the so-called censor, and I have the responsibility to contact the prime minister and the emperor, so I volunteered to come here. As for my question today, it is also because I have figured it out in the past few days. There is no right or wrong in things, but there are choices to be made. So I am asking on behalf of all those who don't understand the emperor, why is he doing this?"
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