A fact that has to be faced.

The weak have no right to speak.

In the case of the disparity of power between the two sides, the weaker side is not qualified to negotiate conditions, because the other party can destroy you at any time.

Now these Northern Zhou clans are like this, the charges they bear have fallen into the hands of the officials and soldiers, at this time Zhao Jia came to persuade them to surrender, not an insult, but a real mercy.

Everyone present, except for the person who said the words of the Fan Yang Lu clan, whose face was ashen, everyone else lowered their heads.

Yang Yu, the head of the Hongnong Yang family, was silent for a long time before looking up at Zhao Jia.

"Envoy, if we surrender, we will die, we can't fight for a chance to survive."

There are more than 10,000 people left here, as long as they flee in all directions, there will always be about 10% of the lucky ones who will survive and become survivors.

If there is no way to survive in Beijing, they can only do this.

Zhao Jia's face was indifferent.

He tugged his hands into his sleeves and looked around at the unkempt people in the tent.

"Originally, this matter has nothing to do with me, whether you surrender or not, the credit will not fall on my head, but seeing that you are still polite, I will show you a way to live."

Yang Yu bowed his head respectfully.

"Envoy, please."

"Now I'm bound into Beijing."

Zhao Jia's face was calm: "The southern Xinjiang side wants you to die here and become a stain on Your Majesty, of course, whether you die here or not, they will use this matter to spread rumors and smear Your Majesty, so as to achieve their goals." ”

"You wouldn't have survived no matter what."

Zhao Jia lowered his eyebrows and said: "But if you can act as a mouthpiece for the imperial court and erase this stain from Your Majesty, although you will not be able to continue to be a powerful family, it should not be a problem to save your life." ”

This is the war of public opinion.

These Northern Zhou clans, who have written books for generations, have now declined, but they still have a certain status in the "academic world", for example, Li Shidao, the head of the Li family in Zhao County, is a famous Confucian scholar in the world, and Southern Xinjiang should also use Li Shidao's reputation to publicize the immorality of the Son of Heaven.

But the Hongnong Yang family, the Boling Cui family and even the Xingyang Zheng family, there is no shortage of Confucianism, let alone celebrities, these are the foundation they rely on to maintain, even if they spend money to hype, they will also fry a few celebrities.

Therefore, these people also have a certain right to speak.

What Zhao Jia meant was that they could only serve as royal literati for the imperial court to save their lives.

Yang Yu lowered his head.

"Envoy, allow us to deliberate."

Zhao Jia smiled, did not speak, but walked directly towards the outside of the tent.

"If you don't answer before dawn tomorrow, then no one will be surprised."

As he spoke, the young man walked out of the tent as Li Xin walked out of the tent.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Walking outside, feeling the more and more bone-chilling cold, Zhao Jia tightened the clothes on his body, looked in the direction of the capital, and secretly calculated in his heart.

"Seemingly...... can't catch up with Master Hou's marriage. ”

…………

Capital.

The time has entered the wax month, which is the last month of the first year of Taikang.

This day is the ninth day of the lunar month, and there is still one day before the sacrifice day of the first emperor, and the court is preparing for the sacrifice of the first emperor.

The sky was overcast, and from time to time a few drops of cold rain fell with a few snowflakes.

It's getting colder.

A purple carriage slowly drove into the imperial city from Yong'an Gate.

There was a stove lit in the carriage, but it was not particularly cold, and on either side of the stove sat two young people, a man and a woman, and the woman pulled the sleeves of the young man's coat and said in a coquettish voice: "When you get out of the palace, you go to me, and we continue to cook hot pot and eat." ”

It is the Marquis of Jing'an and the eldest princess of Qinghe.

Li Xin was stretching out his hand to bake the fire, and said helplessly when he heard this: "If you can leave the palace at a normal time, I will go to you." ”

During this time, Li Xin has been staying in the capital, except for contacting and relating with Old Man Ye, he has spent a lot of time in Princess Qinghe's mansion, and his fiancée, you and me, today the two of them were cooking hot pot at home, but a holy decree summoned Li Xin into the palace.

When Li Xin entered the palace, the ninth princess was unwilling to stay at home, so she followed Li Xin's carriage into the palace and prepared to go to the Queen Mother to have a look.

The ninth princess frowned slightly.

"It's only noon at this time, what is there about him, Brother Huang, who can discuss with you for so long?"

Li Xin smiled: "I mean, in case, if you can't get out of the palace later, I'll have someone deliver you a letter." ”

He knew very well in his heart that at this juncture, Taikang Tianzi ordered him to summon him, then something must have happened.

Originally, Li Xin's carriage could not enter Yong'an Gate, but with the princess in the car, the two of them entered Yong'an Gate smoothly, and the carriage stopped at the gate of the inner city, and the two got off hand in hand, and then separated at the gate of the inner city.

One went to the Queen Mother's Kunde Palace, and the other went to the Weiyang Palace of the Taikang Emperor.

After a pillar of incense, Li Xin, under the leadership of the internal officials, met the Taikang Emperor in the warm hall of Weiyang Palace.

During this period of time, Li Xin didn't deal with state affairs much, so he didn't enter the palace much, and when he calculated the time, the two of them hadn't seen each other for more than ten days.

The warm hall was as warm as spring, and as soon as Li Xin walked in, the cold on his body was dispelled.

Seeing Li Xin walk in, the Son of Heaven, who was sitting not far from the stove, beckoned to him.

"Chang'an, come here."

Li Xin lowered his hand and walked over, and after saluting, he sat down opposite the Son of Heaven.

The two of them don't have too many etiquette rules in private, it's not that Li Xin doesn't know how to be measured, it's two "friends" who used to drink and talk happily, if they suddenly have a lot of "proportion" and have a lot of points, it will cause the Son of Heaven to be wary.

Because it's not normal.

After sitting down, the Son of Heaven put the two letters in Li Xin's hand and sighed.

"This one was sent last night, and the other was sent this morning, Chang'an, you can take a look."

Li Xin nodded respectfully, and then stretched out his hand to unfold the two movements.

The first is written by Ye Mao.

Well, it can be seen that it is Zhao Jia's handwriting.

The content is very simple, on the bank of the Weishui River, the forbidden army was ordered to block all the Northern Zhou clans, the two sides clashed, the Northern Zhou clans suffered more than 10,000 casualties, and the forbidden army only injured dozens of people, and less than ten people died.

Then all the clans of the Northern Zhou Dynasty surrendered, as long as some of the clansmen of the Fanyang Lu clan escaped, and now Ye Mao is holding nearly 10,000 "Qin prisoners" on the way back to Beijing.

Seeing that Li Xin finished reading this recital, the Son of Heaven sighed helplessly.

"Chang'an, you see, the people of the Ye family don't dare to kill people."

"He escorted nearly 10,000 people back in one go, and the Jingzhao Mansion Prison and the Criminal Department Prison in the capital together pretended to be dissatisfied, Ye Mao brought them to the capital, and I still have to kill them, otherwise there will be no place to resettle."

Li Xin bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, Ye Mao is not a cowardly person who does not dare to kill, the reason why he did this should be his own reasons, and after he returns to Beijing, His Majesty will know if he asks." ”

"As for these" captives . ”

Li Xin smiled and said: "Your Majesty doesn't have an imperial village, and the minister's family also has more than a dozen acres of land to confirm, if Your Majesty doesn't give them the death penalty, just let them go to labor reform, the capital is so big, there are always places to place them." ”

Every nobleman has his own private property, as the largest noble, the emperor is no exception, the Ji family is near the capital, there are five or six imperial villages, covering a huge area, is the private property of the Son of Heaven's family.

It was the first time that Taikang Tianzi heard the concept of "labor reform", he shook his head and didn't say anything, but pointed to another piece of music and said: "Chang'an, you look at the second copy." ”

Li Xin launched the second part as he said.

With just one glance, the face of the Marquis of Jing'an changed.

The Pingnan General's Mansion in Southern Xinjiang played the banner, when today's son disobeyed the edict of the first emperor, the palace changed and seized the throne, killed his father and brother, and persecuted his flesh and blood, it was the usurpation of the Great Jin Dynasty, and widely distributed the text, to recruit the heroes of the world, to conquer the usurpation together, and to return the Great Jin to a bright and prosperous world!

And that's just part of the story.

Li Xin took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

It seems that it was Li Shen who arrived in southern Xinjiang.