Zhao Jiu had expected this, but he still couldn't help but sigh. He really wanted to ask loudly in this vast wilderness where his confidant of the official was.
Following a sigh from inside the tent, Emperor Zhao did not ask the question. Instead, the attendant outside the tent could not help but ask in a low voice, "Why does the Emperor have to look for this person?"
"I really want to stay in the Central Plains to fight against the Jin." Zhao Jiu replied almost weakly. "I heard someone say during my shift a few days ago that he is a talented martial artist, and he is from Hebei, and he is determined to fight against the Jin. I thought he might be of some use."
"Let's not talk about this person. Isn't it the decision of the emperor to go to Yangzhou after a long consideration?" Yang Yizhong rarely asked. "Why do you want to stay in the Central Plains?"
"ha……"
Zhao Jiu sneered but did not answer.
In fact, it’s still the same question. It’s useless to tell the truth... For the surrenderists here, if you tell them that even if they go to Yangzhou or even to Jiangnan, the Jin people will not let them go, they will just think it’s ridiculous.
Just think about it, if there were no illusions about partial peace, where would the surrender faction come from? Or to put it more nicely, where would the peace faction come from?
"Why is the official laughing?"
It seemed that the number of times Yang Yizhong took the initiative to speak tonight exceeded the total number of times he had spoken to Emperor Zhao in the past few days.
"Isn't it natural for me, Zhao Jiu, to fight against the Jin?" Zhao Jiu had no choice but to perfunctorily say this on the couch. "Don't you understand the four words 'national hatred and family feud'? Why do you always think I want to live in peace?"
The autumn wind howled incessantly, the night was dark, and until the east side of the Huanghuai Plain gradually turned white, no one inside or outside the tent made a sound.
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