Dong-dong-dong-

The morning bell rang throughout the city of Bianjing.

The once extremely prosperous thousands of streets and hundreds of yards seem a little depressed today. Everyone, from kings, princes, generals, and courtesans to brothels, looked at the palace city in the distance, with different eyes.

In the Golden Palace, all the civil and military officials had no words, anger, worry, heartache and other emotions, all had no meaning, because Cao Hua's fleet had already landed ashore a hundred miles away, and the black army slowly pressed towards the capital of the Song Dynasty like a tide from the outskirts of the Bian River.

Two hundred thousand imperial guards were stationed around Bianjing, with swords and crossbows drawn on the top of the city. The troops serving the kings from all over the country were still on the road. Everyone was unsure whether they could be blocked. Perhaps the walls collapsed when the artillery fire broke out, and then the Shu army rushed in, and there would be someone on the dragon throne above.

At this moment, civil and military officials still find it hard to believe that the Song Dynasty, which had been founded for two hundred years, was at its peak.

The national strength is still there, and there are nearly one million imperial guards stationed everywhere, but they are just killed by someone and directly killed outside the city of Bianjing, which cannot be stopped.

Looking back, the reason may be due to the late emperor.

The Flower and Stone Gang, the construction of the West City, had a great effort to build a large-scale building and was extremely extravagant. In twenty years, the Song Dynasty, which had a prosperous country and strong people, lost its hearts.

Rebellions were everywhere, and they could be suppressed by the orthodox status of the Zhao family. After all, those rebels wanted to kill the rich and help the poor.

Cao Hua was different. He started by killing the late emperor, Cai Jing, Tong Guan, Wang Pu and others to eliminate the great troubles of the Song Dynasty. After the uprising, the army did not disturb the people, treated the officials and families well, and took the same path of winning the hearts of the people. His actions were to prove to the people of the Song Dynasty that he could be a good emperor who loved the people as his son, and his powerful force could also shock the Liao and Jin Dynasties.

The disaster of the late emperor caused the world to cause refugees to live in poverty. By contrast, Cao Hua won a lot of people's hearts.

Although many civil and military officials in the Jin Palace were filled with various emotions, they were without fear. Because they all knew in their subconscious that when the Jin soldiers came to Bianjing, they might suffer from great humiliation and death. Cao Hua would not do anything to them when he attacked Bianjing, but the Song Dynasty's official system was still there, and it was just a change of individuals to be emperors, which would not affect the literati class.

This cannot be called rebellion, it is strictly a forced cemetery.

Many court officials were unwilling to admit this, and still shouted, "Life is a native of the Song Dynasty, and death is the soul of the Song Dynasty." After all, the more fierce the shouting is, the more they can show their own character, but it is a fact that they are not afraid. If Cao Hua really slaughtered the city along the way, most of the civil and military court officials would have long run away, or persuaded the emperor to move the capital.

At this time, none of the civil and military officials proposed to move the capital, and no one knew what kind of thoughts they had.

Perhaps it is because he is really loyal to the emperor and serves the country. He does not want the emperor to be a loser, and he will die even if he dies.

It may also be that after following the emperor, he became an exiled regime, and all the high-ranking officials and wealthy salaries he had obtained for decades were vain.

Cao Hua just usurped the throne, not destroying the great Song regime, but changing it to the Cao family when the Zhao family was destroyed. The Song Dynasty was still there, and at most it was changed to a name, just like the "transformation of the Han, Wei and Jin Dynasties". The emperor was replaced, and the ministers were still those people.

Countless thoughts were hidden in my heart, but no one said them, just looking at the emperor on the dragon throne.

Zhao Zhe has been silent since the early morning and has been looking at the seal on the imperial desk with deep eyes.

Since he did not ask for surrender from the Jin Kingdom, even if the city of Bianjing was destroyed, Zhao Che should have evaluated within the "Lie Emperor" in history books. No one should add "destroyed emperor" and "Ai Emperor" to him. Only... the general situation is so powerful, so I can't do it.

Zheng Juzhong put his hands in his sleeves to cover up the uncontrollable tremor of his fingers. He was silent for a long time before taking a step forward:

"Cao Hua's army of kings is already at the city. Depending on the situation... he will definitely go to the capital to meet the emperor... Should he let Zhong Shidao lead the army to attack first, or to defend the city..."

As he spoke, there was no sound.

Under the banner of "rescuing the king and clearing the king's side", Cao Hua said that all the imperial guards blocked along the way were blinded by the saints and traitors who obscured the saints. They must fight later. I dare not say whether the 200,000 imperial guards can defend Bianjing. Once the war begins, the city of Bianjing will inevitably flow into blood, because the imperial guards have no way out.

At this point, most court officials actually didn't want to fight. Now they are in a quiet and stable way, without killing people and not damaging national strength. Everyone performs their own duties, the emperor abdicates generously, and can still be named after the eternal reputation. The Song Dynasty transformed and obtained a powerful army of firepower. It pulled the northward, and with thousands of cannons, it might take several years to push the Liao and Jin dynasties.

However, this statement obviously goes against the principle of "Heaven, Earth, Lord, Parents, Teachers". They are all literati, and they have to pretend even if they don't have the backbone, and no one dares to say it.

Of course, there are no fewer iron-blooded ministers sitting there. The Duke of Zheng also arrived in the court at this time and said in a deep voice:

"When the Song Dynasty has accumulated power for two hundred years, and when life and death is alive, how can Cao Hua's soldiers take over the Grand Priest without bloodshed? I also asked the priest to order the old ministers to bring their troops to attack the Cao bandits. If the Zhao family is in trouble, my Yuchi family will lead the way to protect the safety of the Zhao family. The ancestors of our ancestors dare not forget it."

"I also ask the priest to issue an order. I am willing to live and perish with the Song Dynasty!"

Someone took the lead, and the ministers knelt down in one go and asked for the order with tears in their eyes. However, it was obvious that many people were hesitant to kneel down.

Zhao Che seemed to have never heard of the voices of the ministers. He stared at the jade seal for a long time before he received a blank jade scroll imperial edict. The prince Zhao Huai stood in front of the imperial case, raised his hand to grind the ink, his face very depressed.

Zhao Zhe seemed to have figured out something, his tight face became a little calmer, he raised his hand and picked up the golden pen, dipped it in the inkstone for a few strokes, and then began to write down the words on the imperial edict.

rustle--

The sound is very small, but it can be heard in the empty golden palace.

Everyone held their breath and condensed their breath, looking up at the Emperor of Song on the dragon throne.

Zhao Huai's eyes were red, his hands grinding ink trembled slightly, tears couldn't stop thrusting out of his eyes, and there were various emotions such as grievances and resentment in his eyes, but at most, he was unwilling to accept his father, thinking that his father should not bear this humiliation.

The ministers knelt on the ground and slowly guessed something from the prince's expression - Zhao Che did not want to drag the millions of people in Bianjing into the water and wanted to abdicate.

Some people feel relieved, while others are silent.

Duke Zheng, Li Gang and other loyal and martyrs all looked sad and angry, but they were helpless and finally turned into a long sigh.

rustle--

Writing quickly, the faster you write.

Zhao Che's face slowly changed, and his old illness broke out under the fluctuations of emotions. His left hand trembled slightly, but his eyes were like a lion in his twilight years, showing weakness without any sympathy.

Bang-

The golden pen was thrown on the smooth floor tiles of the hall, bringing out a string of ink marks.

Zhao Zhe rolled up the imperial edict and handed it to the prince Zhao Huai, and then stretched out his right hand:

"Get my sword!"

"Master!"

The old minister knelt forward a few steps, and cried in tears. He wanted to stop him, but he could not suppress the anger and fanaticism in his heart.

I've already done this, what are you afraid of?

The Song Dynasty was not without people or courage, but most of them were cowards.

There are always a few civil and military officials in the court who dare to take the last journey with the emperor.

Step on the pedal-

Zhao Zhe walked out of the palace in a dragon robe, carrying a golden sword.

Many old ministers followed closely, with only grief and anger left in their eyes, calling on their nephews to follow the emperor to the palace gate.

The remaining court officials bowed their heads and kept looking at the extremely heavy imperial edict in Zhao Huai's hand. Everyone understood the meaning of the imperial edict:

I do not transfer heavy troops from the north to fight you, and do not ask for surrender from the Jin Kingdom. I am sympathetic to the people of the Central Plains and concerned about the lives of millions of people and hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Bianjing.

If you want the throne, you can give it to you.

But it doesn't mean I'm a coward.

How could the emperor of the Song Dynasty live to hand over the throne to others?
Chapter completed!