Nowadays, not many people dare to call Li Xia "hey". He knew who it was as soon as he heard it. When he looked back, he saw Zhao Jin standing in the corridor.

It was freezing cold in mid-February. Although she was holding a copper stove in her hand, her cheeks and the tip of her nose were still a little red from the cold, as if she had been standing there for a while.

"Hey, come here."

Li Xia didn't go over, but didn't walk away either. He asked, "Is something wrong?"

Zhao Jin had no choice but to run up to him holding the copper stove and said: "I saw you this morning. Did you go to the alley to visit the people? Knife."

"Well, don't tell anyone."

"So, you are a good emperor who loves his people like his own son?"

"Didn't you say that I am not worthy of being the emperor and that I am a despicable and shameless bandit leader?" Li Xia responded casually, seeming to find it easier for the bandit leader.

"Quite vindictive."

Zhao Jin turned her head and looked in a certain direction for a long time, and seemed to see the corpses in Jiangling City through the courtyard wall. The depression and fear that stuck in her heart, as well as her feelings about this troubled world, all kinds of emotions were so confusing.

, I don’t know where to start for a while.

"Actually, I know everything. I, the Zhao family, have enjoyed the country for more than three hundred years, and the country will fall. I am not saying this with the benefit of hindsight. You know that someone wrote on the palace gate a few years ago, 'Yam Martin will be the leader, the country will be strong.'"

Will you die? Knife."

Of course Li Xia knew that, when he went to Lin'an for the first time, Lin'an City was in trouble because of this sentence.

It seems that it was from that year that the war between Sichuan and Sichuan resumed, and the party struggle in the Song Dynasty became more intense...it was like the prelude to the country's subjugation.

From the perspective of later generations, it was in that year that Wen Yunsun and Lu Xiufu entered the officialdom, as if they came to accompany the Song Dynasty on its last journey. And at that time, no one had foreseen this "national decline" early on.

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"Did you write it?"

"It wasn't me. How old was I at that time? It was my uncle who wrote it."

"Um."

Li Xia knew at that time that Jia Sidao had asked someone to write it.

Zhao Jin sighed leisurely and said: "I entered Jiangling last night and saw many corpses, and I was thinking about what it would be like after Duanping entered Luo, and what would have happened without you frontier soldiers fighting bloody battles. The inheritance of our ancestors is in your hands.

Here, it is better to treat it as what Emperor Taizu took from the Chai family and then gave it away. It is better than dying in the hands of foreign invaders, and better than if there is another Jingkang Incident. In short, I can see whoever becomes the emperor is good to the people of the world.

come out."

After saying this, she seemed a little discouraged and lost.

But Shuang Xia said: "It doesn't have to be like this. You can still call me a traitor and a traitor."

"I scolded you, but as the daughter of the Zhao family, I don't know what I would do if I didn't scold you."

After Zhao Jin finished speaking, her voice gradually became softer, revealing her melancholy.

She knew that Yan Rong cared about her and didn't want to show sadness in front of Yan Rong. But living with others and listening to them talking about Li Xia every day, she wanted to appear lively, but ended up clumsily like this.

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"It doesn't matter." Li Xia said: "It doesn't matter if someone doesn't treat me as the emperor occasionally, you are insignificant anyway."

"Hmph. But I have to admit what I have to admit." Zhao Jin raised his head and looked at Li Xia, his eyes gradually became serious, and he said seriously: "You are a wise king."

"I know."

Zhao Jin was more serious and said: "I am telling you as the daughter of Emperor Lizong of the Song Dynasty. Compared with Zhao Hu, who is currently sitting on the throne of Lin'an, I am more qualified to promise your imperial title on behalf of the Zhao family."

Li Xia was slightly startled after hearing this.

Zhao Jin immediately lost his confidence and lowered his head.

Today, she walked around the courtyard and waited for a whole afternoon. She originally felt that these words were unpleasant and she felt that this was the responsibility she should have as the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family.

At least in the eyes of a woman like her, no one from the descendants of the Zhao family can rival Li Xia. She certainly can't do it, and she can't hope in Zhao Chen. Then, the only thing she can do is to make the Zhao family lose their country.

Just like when Emperor Taizu conquered the country, "the army will not be defeated without bloodshed, and the market will not be easy to destroy".

But when she actually said it, it was far from being as exciting as she expected. Instead, it seemed like she was bragging, and her confidence was immediately gone.

"Anyway, you are a good emperor, I admit it."

"I am your enemy." Li Xia said, "Zhao Yun died in my hands."

Zhao Jin asked: "If...I mean if, your plan goes well that night and you get in front of my father, will you kill him? Knife."

"meeting."

"Can't you just say no? Maybe my father was just deceived by a traitor. If you meet him and explain clearly, can he reuse you to regain the Central Plains?"

Zhao Jin seemed a little angry and even stamped his feet in front of Li Xia.

"So what if you say you are loyal to my father? I don't want to hate you anymore, I'm very tired too! My brother assassinated my father, my cousin poisoned me, my uncle protected them, and he made the people miserable by practicing illegal laws. Bad women are also very bad.

Bad, but I have been with her all this time... I am very tired, the country and my family hate me and I want to let it go. Then you just need to say a word to let me let it go with peace of mind, can't you? You will die if you say a word

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Twin Xia said nothing.

He looked at Zhao Jin and saw her crying as she spoke, with a big tear hanging on her face... He felt that she was a little confused.

I haven't finished my official duties yet, yet I come here to talk to an ignorant little girl.

Zhao Jin wiped his tears and said: "I know I'm useless, I can't save the country, and I can't avenge my family. I also know that you hate me and have no reason to follow my wishes, but...but..."

After saying "but" for a long time, she couldn't think of any reason for Li Xia to accommodate her, so she wiped away her tears and cried again, and finally said: "But I hate you too."

"I don't hate you, I just think you should hate me."

"What do I hate you for? I hate you."

Zhao Jin wiped away tears and turned away.

"When my grandfather was in control of Huaidong, he was impeached and died in anger at the age of forty-six. Later, my uncle gained power and sought revenge on the person who impeached my grandfather... But my mother protected him. She said... She

She said that Councilor Xu’s family also has young and old, and her children are young... She said that she has experienced the grief of breaking up her family, so why bother to let others experience it again..."

Speaking of his mother, Zhao Jin began to sob while talking.

"She said that my grandfather has passed away. If there is one more person in the world who can live well, then one more person can live well... I have not forgotten my mother... What do I hate you for?'"

Li Xia never expected that Jia Sidao, with his narrow-minded temperament, could have such a tolerant and generous sister.

From this point of view, it is not without reason that Zhao Yun favored Concubine Jia alone and even wanted to make her the queen.

After standing like this for a while, when Zhao Jin calmed down a little, Li Xia asked: "Would it make you feel more relaxed if you admit that I am a good emperor?"

"Um."

"I'm not a good emperor yet." Li Xia casually sat down on the corridor and said, "I can be a good warlord, but I haven't learned to be an emperor yet."

Zhao Jin turned his head and glanced at him and said, "What else do you want? My father has been on the throne for thirty years and still says he is not good at being an emperor."

Li Xia also turned his head, met Zhao Jin's eyes, and said: "Okay, let me tell you the truth. I didn't want to kill the king that night, but wanted to remonstrate with soldiers. Please ask the late emperor to abolish Zhao Fu and choose him from the clan.

One of his sons will be the crown prince."

"Really?"

Of course it's fake.

But Li Xia still said: "If you can't trust me, do you trust Wu Qian?"

Zhao Jin was stunned and nodded.

"That's it. If I were really a regicide, how could Duke Wu help me? Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain this."

Li Xia turned to look at the moon in the sky.

He knows he has changed.

More hypocritical and thick-skinned.

He clearly knows that he wants to be a good emperor. If being an emperor requires a little more blackness, then he is willing to add a little more blackness.

Zhao Jin asked: "I asked you before, why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't care what you think."

"Why are you saying it now?"

"You're so annoying."

Zhao Jin tilted his head, not knowing whether to believe him or not, and turned around to leave, but came back after taking a few steps.

She put the copper stove in her hand on the corridor stool, looked at Li Xia, and asked: "Although my country is ruined and my family is ruined, I don't want to live in pain every day. I want to live comfortably and happily. Do you think I'm wrong?"

Yet?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"You think I'm annoying, so I'll bother you again."

Li Xia was silent for a moment and said, "What you just said was what I told Yan Rong."
To be continued...