Zhao Huan's feet were weak, he sat on the ground, his face was as white as paper, although he had already thought of such a result, but when the matter really came, he still found it difficult to accept.

Several officials around him hurriedly supported him, and Uncle Zhang, who was accompanying him, was even more furious, and shouted at General Jin: "Presumptuous! I am a vast Song Dynasty, how can I surrender to your little Jurchen tribe, it's ridiculous! ”

The golden general was not angry, and sneered: "Then you should beat us back." ”

"You ......"

Uncle Zhang was about to fight back, but Zhao Huan sighed and stopped him: "That's it, grind ink with me, I ...... Just write it. ”

"Official! Never! Zhang Shuye and several other loyal ministers immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their cheeks and pleading.

Zhao Huan smiled bitterly and picked up the pen, how could he want to write this table, but ...... Now the Jin people have surrounded Bianjing like an iron bucket, ordinary people can enter but not out, and the garrisons of all parties want to enter the king of Beijing but don't even think about it, now he is no longer an emperor, but a trapped poor worm.

After a while, the ink has been polished, Zhao Huan gritted his teeth, and wrote the table with a wave of his hand, after he finished writing, he didn't even have the courage to take another look, and directly picked it up and handed it to the golden general, who smiled contemptuously, picked up the table and walked out, here Zhao Huan was already in tears, and sat down on the chair, and the ministers next to him wept with him.

Zhao Huan felt sour and sad in his heart, he thought of building an immortal cause from Taizu's yellow robe, and then all the previous emperors had their own achievements and built a Great Song Dynasty into a prosperous world, but who would have thought that his generation would become so downtrodden, and even a small border country like a small tribe like the Jurchen could force himself to such a field.

Brother Zizhen, didn't you say that I still have a long time left on the throne? But now that I am about to become the king of the dead country, could your prophecy have another mystery? Where are you, brother? ……

Zhao Huan was still thinking about Xu Zizhen, but he didn't expect that after only a moment, the golden general turned back, and as soon as he entered the door, he threw the table of descent in front of Zhao Huan: "The fourth prince of my family said it, rewrite it." ”

"This ......" Zhao Huan was stunned and asked cautiously, "I don't know what's wrong?" ”

The Jin general said impatiently: "How can Lao Tzu know what is wrong, the fourth prince said, the table should have the style of the table, and it should be the fourth...... What kind of duality is four-six, Lao Tzu doesn't understand, you think about it yourself, if the fourth prince still says it's wrong...... Hum! ”

After the Jin general finished speaking, he slammed the door and left, Zhao Huan was stunned on the spot, and the courtiers next to him were even more angry.

What is called four or six pairs, four or six pairs of duals is also the pun text, with even sentences mainly constitute the same number of words up and down, the number of words is relatively even, this style of writing is usually used for the writing of chapter and table notes, the battle is neat and good-looking, there is an idiom called 骈四骊六 in later generations, this is what is said.

Wushu asked Zhao Huan to write a descending table in four or six bodies, which was obviously teasing and insulting him.

Zhao Huan was bored for a long time, waved his hand and said, "That's it, there is no need to worry about it so much." He said and lifted the pen again, but this small bamboo pen weighed like a thousand catties in his hand, and he couldn't fall down, Zhao Huan now felt humiliated and panicked, how could he still write half a word.

"Alas...... Zhongyi. Zhao Huan beckoned to a person, surnamed Sun Mingzi Zhongyi, who was also a close confidant who he reused after his accession to the throne, and is now the Quanzhi Academy, Zhao Huan handed him the pen in his hand and said, "You write for me." After saying that, he turned his head and stopped looking.

Sun Mo took the pen with both hands and said respectfully: "Weichen has the order!" After speaking, he sat down with a swing in front of his shirt, and after a little thought, he began to write the dragon snake.

The room was silent, no one spoke, and no one looked at Sun Mo, what he was writing now was a descending table, and everyone present was ashamed to even look at it, and Sun Mo frowned slightly, and after a while, he had already written, but he was not in a hurry to hand it over to Zhao Huan, but thought about crumpling the paper into a ball, and rewrote it.

After writing it for the second time, he looked up and down, still dissatisfied, and continued to revise, so he wrote it repeatedly until the fourth time, his brows opened, obviously he was very satisfied, and then handed the text to Zhao Huan with both hands: "Please take a look at the official." ”

Zhao Huan didn't have the heart to look at it, waved his hand and didn't even want to glance at it, Sun Mo bowed, turned around and went out to hand over the written table to the golden general who was waiting outside the door.

Outside the door, the north wind was howling and the snow was falling, and the room was so cold that it seemed to freeze into ice, Zhao Huan sat at the table, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether it was cold or frightened, his eyes were dull and dazed, as if he had been drained of his soul, and he couldn't see any anger.

About half an hour later, the golden general turned back again, glanced at everyone when he entered the door, and asked, "Who wrote this table?" ”

Zhao Huan was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Could it be that there is something wrong again?" ”

The golden general grinned: "It's right, it's very good, this time the fourth prince is very satisfied." ”

Zhao Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally relaxed, and he asked tentatively, "When can the fourth prince say that he will be able to see me?" ”

Jin Jiang smiled again: "Don't worry, you can see you the day after tomorrow." After speaking, he ignored Zhao Huan and turned away.

Zhao Huan and the officials looked at each other, I don't know what it means, Uncle Zhang wanted to go outside the door to inquire, but was stopped in the house, then they found that there was a team of golden soldiers standing outside the door, guarding with spears and steel knives, including Zhao Huan, no one could take half a step out of the door without the order of Wushu.

Uncle Zhang was furious and asked, "What does this mean?" ”

Jin Bingli outside the door ignored him, still standing there, talking and laughing casually, as if he didn't see them at all.

Zhao Huan was angry and anxious, but he couldn't afford to resist at all, so he only silently recalled Uncle Zhang nightly, comforting himself in his heart.

It's just that he didn't expect that he had waited for two days, the north wind had not stopped in the past two days, and the snow had not stopped, and the monarchs and ministers were crowded in this small room, not to mention the cold, the Jin people did not even have half the heat of the food they sent, and simply made Zhao Huan have no appetite at all.

A basin of cold steamed buns, a jar of cold water, when has Zhao Huanda eaten such a thing since he was born?

So Zhao Huan barely ate anything in the past two days, and only couldn't help but drink a sip of cold water when he was thirsty, but he almost spit it out immediately, because this was not clean water at all, but river water scooped out of nowhere, bitter, salty and with some fishy smell.

On the morning of the third day, the golden general finally came again, Zhao Huan suddenly came to his senses, and he couldn't care about being reserved, got up, and personally stepped forward and asked, "Can the fourth prince see me?" ”

The golden general glanced at him up and down, frowned, and said, "The fourth prince of my family is waiting for you in the palace, hurry up and wash up, the incense case has been prepared." ”

Zhao Huan was stunned: "Why do you want to set up an incense case?" ”

The Jin general glanced at him with idiotic eyes and said, "Since you have handed over the surrender table, the fourth prince will naturally be surrendered, so do you have to ask?" ”