As he spoke, Hong Ya actually took a small step forward, and it was this step that actually caused a panic response from the people around him. Many armed soldiers actually took half a step back and looked nervously at this scholar who was so weak that he could not even tie a chicken.
"Kill him!"
Hesheli Taiyu swallowed his saliva and seemed to be a little impatient.
However, there was silence for a while between Wanyan Wushu and the hall behind him.
Upon hearing the order, a personal guard beside Hesheli Taiyu glanced nervously at the silent Fourth Prince Wushu, then hurriedly took out a knife.
"Come on, kill me! Let the world know that I, Hong, am not a traitor to the Song Dynasty, but a spy who is lurking in secret with all my heart!"
At this time, Hong Ya, who looked like a madman, had already ignored everything.
"Wanyan Wushu, I'm going to die today, but you can still give me a reputation! I'm still alive even though I'm dead! But you Jurchen dogs! Even if you escape to Huining Prefecture, what can you do? You have to return the gold and pearls you robbed in the previous generation, and continue to suffer poverty and hardship! In order to keep the books you read, the next generation will have to kneel down to the southern government and be dogs, cows, and sons!"
"Shut up!" The person who spoke was Wulinda Zanmo who was rushed out from the door.
"You will all be dead in the battle of Huolu!"
"Kill him!" Wulinda Zanmo urged.
"Without Yanjing, the Jin Dynasty will perish!" Hong Ya's face was ferocious, but he was not afraid at all, and even took another step forward. "Come and kill me!"
"Kill him quickly!" Wulin Dazanmo finally roared beside Wuzhu.
Following the last sentence, the guard who had been shrinking in panic in front of Hong Ya finally stabbed at the urging from behind. It was just one stab, and without any miracle, Hong Ya felt unbearable pain. He fell down holding his stomach and struggled, then wailed wildly, unable to utter another word.
Like most people in this world, he is still afraid of pain and death.
The guard rushed forward and stabbed Hong Ya repeatedly, soon stabbing him in the fatal spot. Hong Ya soon lost the strength to struggle, and no more extra sounds were made. He just lay on the steps in front of the Shangshu platform, helplessly waiting for his life to fade away.
At this time, Hong Ya had lost his basic senses and reaction abilities. He had only one feeling, which was that it was too cold. His whole body was icy cold. Then, there was only one thought that lingered in his mind until the last bit of his life, when it dissipated... That was, he had mustered up the courage to scold the Jurchens in public and accepted such credit. He did not dare to alarm the officials, but could he move his 'superior', the Prince of Jingsai, so that he could be named a martyr and enter the Yuetai Palace?
"That is the end of the matter."
After an unknown amount of time, Wushu finally spoke, and his face was still bitter. "Next, I have already discussed with Xi Yin Xianggong, and we will ask the king to issue an order later... The incident of entering the palace without permission today will not be investigated, and only the main culprits of the Han, Zuo, and Liu families will be executed... After dawn, wait for my eldest brother to come, and we will call out the Yanyun clan in the city, and both sides will divide the weapons, gold and silver in the treasury equally... to avoid any more trouble."
At this point, Wuzhu was a little helpless, but he still had to say: "There is nothing we can do about it. The chaos tonight is doomed to be unseen. If the news gets out, I'm afraid the new troops outside will immediately turn against us and surrender... We have to leave as soon as possible... Go out of the Gubeikou Pass! If we can't part ways amicably with the remaining Yanyun clans at this time, the whole country will be destroyed."
Talai withdrew his gaze from Hong Ya's body and shook his head repeatedly: "That being said, if we can't negotiate peace, we will be pursued and attacked in the end... Today we have made peace with the Yanyun clan and escaped from Yanjing. Tomorrow we will reach Zhongjing Road. How can we make peace with the Mongols to reach Liao? When we reach Liao, how can we make peace with the Koreans? When we reach Huanglongfu, do we have to make peace with the Bohai people and the Khitans... And by that time, I don't know what new conditions Emperor Zhao will come up with. I'm afraid the king will die."
"I know how serious this matter is." Wushu waited for the other party to finish speaking before responding in a deep voice. "I will have my own explanation when the time comes. At least I can make that official draw a clear line... and stop playing cat and mouse."
Talan kept shaking his head, obviously not believing it.
Wanyan Yinshuke and Hesheli Taiyu also had vague looks for a moment, and no one knew what they were thinking.
Without the third force that was trying to take advantage of the situation, the nighttime riot ended quickly. Just as everyone thought, the three families of Han, Zuo and Liu seemed to have a lot of new military power, but those people were far inferior to the rest of the people led by Elubu and others in terms of combat experience and quality of their generals.
The armory was quickly recaptured. Although the king was very dissatisfied with the deaths of Han Fang and Zuo Yuan, he did not dare to go against the consensus of his adoptive father and fourth uncle, as well as almost everyone else, including Wanyan Xiyin, another prestigious deputy prime minister of the capital.
The next morning, he issued a series of decrees. The first of these was naturally to pardon all of yesterday's rioters. Then, with Wanyan Xiyin as the leader, he took charge of the nation's evacuation from Yanjing. At the same time, he opened the treasury and required all officials in Yanjing who held official positions but were unwilling to follow the nation out of the border to come and collect property and weapons according to their ranks... As for the remaining food, at Wanyan Xiyin's suggestion, he simply distributed it to the people in the city in the name of compensation for last night's riots.
Of course, such an arrangement is unlikely to satisfy everyone.
In fact, it was quite the opposite. The so-called amicable separation was actually a result of various dissatisfactions that were forcibly suppressed by the army... Almost no one agreed with this result.
The young king could never forget the death of his mentor. He didn't even dare to ask afterwards whether it was Hesheli's group or his adoptive father's good son who did it.
The eldest prince was extremely angry about Hesheli's actions, but facing the alliance of the fourth prince, Xi Yin and the king, even he could only suppress his anger.
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