Jiang Chun left the post house and immediately rushed back to Prince Qin's Mansion. He straightened his clothes and looked very solemn along the way.
Today I am going to persuade him to come in face to face.
It concerns one's personal future, as well as the war with the Song and Yuan Dynasties. It is a top priority today...
Jiang Chun couldn't help but get distracted as he passed by the Hu Ji Saozi Noodles on the street. He thought that once he became emperor, the Qin Prince's Mansion would obviously not be suitable as a palace. Then all the officials waiting to attend the morning court would probably have to line up across the street.
go.
How is it appropriate to smell the smell of the noodles while going to court?
Thinking of this, Jiang Chun took a breath and found that Lao Hu had also made braised food today, and the aroma was fragrant.
When I turned around again, I saw Shi Jun and Fang Yankai sitting at the table having a drink, as if they regarded Hu Ji's noodle shop as the waiting room of the new imperial court.
In the midst of the conflict between the Three Kingdoms and the power of Conglong before his eyes, the smell of fireworks in the small noodle stall seemed so out of place, but it quickly calmed Jiang Chun's mind.
He turned around and walked into the noodle stall. For a moment, he was afraid that the official uniform would smell like stains. He hesitated for a moment, then smiled and continued walking.
"The county magistrate is here." Fang Yankai saw someone sitting down at the table, turned around and saw Jiang Chun, and hurriedly took another cup.
"When I first came to Chang'an, I couldn't help but feel nervous. The magistrate invited me to come and sit at this noodle stall, saying that even the most distinguished person in Chang'an could only taste this spicy noodles."
Shi Jun stroked his beard and laughed, saying: "Why are you nervous? King Qin was still a subordinate of the three of me back then. By the way, where did I just talk? This shopkeeper, Old Hu, someone offered fifty taels of silver to buy his shop. What do you think?
?Not for sale. The men in Guanzhong are cheerful and tough."
"Yes, I've heard about this too." Jiang Chun joined the conversation easily, as he was too familiar with these two people.
The three of them waited like this for a while, and then a clerk came over and asked them to see Li Xia.
"Shi Jun, the pacifying envoy on Tongchuan Prefecture Road, Kong Xian, the pacifying envoy on Lizhou West Road, who knew Jiang Chun, the affairs of the Chang'an Prefecture, and Fang Yankai, the affairs of the Luzhou Prefecture, were sentenced to death and wrote a letter. I heard that the emperor accepted the destiny and served the world.
For good luck."
Li Xia didn't read the paper full of praises carefully. After all, there was only one sentence over and over again: "Invite the King of Qin to ascend the throne."
But although the content is thin, it shows the loyalty of several of his old bosses to him.
Li Xia put down the book in his hand and looked at Shi Jun and Fang Yankai. There was a smile in his eyes, but his words were very straightforward and said: "This form of persuasion still needs to be revised."
Jiang Chun was stunned.
In the past few days, he had thought that Li Xia might refuse or agree, but he never thought that he would encounter such a request.
"Your Majesty, are you not willing to ascend the throne? Ministers... please put the overall interests of the world first."
"I'm not unwilling, I just want you to change it again."
"King Qin!"
Shi Jun had no choice but to speak. Before saluting, he looked around the hall. When he saw that there was no one else around, he said softly: "The King of Qin should refuse."
This truth is hard to explain clearly.
Generally speaking, the process of persuading someone to advance is when the ministers come forward and the king politely refuses to show that he has no personal ambitions. The ministers continue to petition one after another, and finally the king is forced to have no choice but to ascend the throne reluctantly.
Even if the form of persuasion to enter needs to be changed, it can be said privately to the ministers. How can a monarch mention it to his face?
There’s so much red tape... Let’s put it this way, the country’s name has been decided.”
As he spoke, he stood up and handed the two brochures to Shi Jun. He also patted Fang Yankai on the shoulder.
Shi Jun looked down and saw an ancestral genealogy first. It was not thick, and the cover was very old. It was obviously quite old.
He opened this book first, and his eyes lit up after turning the first page. "The ancestor of the first mover, Daogong, was the prince and tutor during the reign of Emperor Zhaozong of the Tang Dynasty. He fled to Jianchang and lived in Yan to avoid the chaos of the Liang Dynasty. He gave birth to a xuan, a palace, and
, the ancestor of Lu Si Gong, Xuan Gong and Wu Zhi."
He turned to the last page and found Li Xia's name. He took a slight lead and then started turning the page from the beginning again.
As one of Li Zhaocheng's father-in-law, Shi Jun actually knew vaguely that the ancestor of the Li family was the Li family of Longxi.
Over the years, whenever Li Zhaocheng and Li Xia had a son, Li Yong would take out the ancestral tree and add a few strokes, but he never told Shi Jun in detail, perhaps because he was worried about them.
It must be Song Chen.
Of course, there are many descendants of the Li family in Longxi, and it is only now that this ancestral genealogy can be used...
Shi Jun squinted at the paper. It was difficult to tell whether it was true or false, so he stopped caring about whether it was true or false. He took out another booklet and looked at it. This one was much thinner and the paper was much newer. It was obvious that he had just visited recently.
Obtained and copied.
Turning to the first page, there are many stories about the life of Li Dao, the founder of the Li family.
In the first month of the first year of Tianyou's reign, Zhaozong of the Tang Dynasty, Liang Wang Zhu Wen destroyed Chang'an and forcibly moved the emperor and hundreds of officials to Luoyang, the eastern capital. Zhaozong withdrew, leaving only a few members of the royal family. He cried and said: "I am killing sparrows in the cold on the top of the mountain, why don't I fly to live and be happy?"
"I and all the ministers are of the Li family's blood. We may not be able to protect our lives when we go to Luoyang. Remembering the descendants of the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty, you do not need to accompany us. You can escape individually to preserve the Li family's bloodline and look forward to the future."
The first one to calm down was Li Dao. Taking advantage of the chaos, he took the royal family members and fled with the royal genealogy. After stopping in Huxiang, he moved to Jianchang...
Seeing this, Shi Jun took a deep breath and looked at other records about Li Dao.
"The twelfth grandson of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, the eleventh grandson of Wu Wangke, a clan member of the Li family, an official and a minister, Dr. Jia Yin Qingguang Lu, the prince's tutor..."
Closing the two booklets and handing them to Fang Yankai, Shi Jun looked at the country title chosen on Li Xia's desk and nodded again.
"This is the most practical national title."
"That's right." Li Xia said, "With the current situation like this, it's time to pay attention to practicality."
Shi Jun was very pleased.
If Li Xia insists on going to the Western Regions again, he will definitely object if he is present. But at least for now, he sees that Li Xia is still willing to pay attention to safety and is willing to compromise without violating principles.
After a deep salute, Shi Jun said: "Congratulations to King Qin for finding the lost ancestral genealogy. I think it is appropriate to reorganize it, with Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty as the first ancestor, and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty as the second ancestor..."
Li Xia frowned.
According to his temperament, he actually doesn't like to use Li Tang to increase his reputation. He prefers a country title like "Zhong", which is more enterprising and tolerant.
Maybe it will change again in the future, but maybe it won't. The most important thing right now is winning.
Only by winning can we talk about the future and other things.
Jiang Chun was glancing at the ancestral genealogy in Fang Yankai's hand. Hearing Shi Jun's words, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He secretly thought that he had guessed wrong, and quickly followed Shi Jun and saluted.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I understand how to revise the document."
"That's good."
When he returned home that night, Jiang Chun ignored Mou Zhu who was about to chatter when he came to greet him. Instead, he raised his hand in a dignified manner and returned to his study.
With a "crash" sound, the snow-white paper was spread out, and Jiang Chun smoothed it with his hands, as if he wanted to erase the more than 350 years of separatist rule since the fall of the Tang Dynasty.
It is not considered a unified dynasty at all.
It's time to open up a new world.
However, I put down the paperweight, sharpened the ink, and picked up the pen to make an impassioned speech. I was still full of pride, but for a moment I didn't know how to write.
After thinking about it, he still retained the previous words about calling the Song Dynasty cowardly and shameful, and added a few more words to praise the Song Dynasty. "His Majesty Fu Wei came from the lineage of Li and Tang Dynasty, inherited the blood of Taizong, and rose up with ambition.
Shu, fought hard and regained the pass; Long, weathered the wind and rain, and restored the merits of three hundred years..."
"I am overwhelmed with concern for the country. I respectfully watch the dying moon and the prosperity of the country. I dare to offer this book. I will wait for the end of my life. I will express my sorrow and sincerity. I will weep and listen to it!"
Two days later, Jiang Chun once again persuaded Li Xia to join him. This time, the number of officials was much larger, and the list spanned two pages.
However, Li Xia only glanced at the hard-written letter of persuasion and put it aside.
"It's just a matter of persuading him to come forward, so you don't have to worry too much." Jiang Chun thought to himself that this time King Qin knew how to refuse, but he did so too casually.
Unexpectedly, Li Xia added the next sentence: "With this skill and literary talent, it is better to write the imperial edict for the throne."
This was agreed directly, and seemed to be a little impatient.
"The king has refused again. I would like to ask the king to have the head of Guizhou in mind and not to be conciliatory and courteous."
"Now that the auspicious days have been calculated, let's write an edict for ascending to the throne." Li Xia said again.
All the gentlemen in the hall were silent
meeting.
Finally, Han Qi'an took a step forward and reminded: "Your Majesty?"
Li Xia had no choice but to nod, and then shook his head. All the princes in the hall fell down and cried bitterly.
"The king still shakes his head in response."
"What if the king does not respond to his wishes? What if it is the ancestral temple? What if it is the common people?"
"The king has nothing to say! Why bother to work hard and make concessions?"
The steps to become emperor still had to be taken. Even if Li Xia didn't care, everyone would still cry and beg him to "reluctantly" agree to ascend the throne.
Cry for the world to see and record for history.
It seems absurd and solemn at the same time, but it is a responsibility.
The position of emperor is never a matter of one person. It is inherited by all people in the world and it is a responsibility.
A few days later, on the outskirts of Chang'an.
In the evening, the old farmer was dragging his hoe in one hand and holding his grandson in the other on his way home.
He walked barefoot, and his bare feet were covered with calluses and scars. As he walked, he met a young Taoist priest. "Old man, do you remember me?"
The old farmer didn't dare to say anything, but just nodded.
After that, the Taoist priest followed him all the way and asked many questions.
"Does my husband only recognize Emperor Tianxing of the Jin Kingdom? He has been in exile for thirty years. What did he do while he was in power?"
After asking for a long time, the old farmer finally summed it up in one sentence: "Song is a Song invader, Mongolia is a Mongolian captive, and of course only the Emperor of Jin is the emperor."
"What about restoring the Tang Dynasty? The so-called Jin Kingdom is just the Jurchens enslaving you. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty is always the real emperor, right?"
"E of the Tang Dynasty knows it. Grandpa said it. His ancestors were officials of the Tang Dynasty. If you don't believe me, if you go to Luoyang to see the tomb of your ancestors, you will say that life was easy at that time."
"Then the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty or the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom, which one is the true emperor?"
The old farmer couldn't answer. He stood there for a long time before he was willing to give up on his Emperor Tianxing. He whispered: "If there really is an Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, I'll admit it."
Even he understood that if the Tang Dynasty was restored, how could it not be possible to regain Luoyang, the eastern capital?
At that time, the grandson can be reunited with his son. What he wants for the rest of his life is for the fallen leaves to return to their roots and the bloodline to be reunited.
The young Taoist priest Sun Deyu said "Oh", turned around and left.
He actually thought that the King of Qin should take another name for his country. For example, he thought it was good to have the word "天" (天), which could defeat the name "Dayuan" (大元). Unfortunately, not many people agreed with him.
Of course, he knew that things in the world were never perfect. The founding of King Qin as the "Tang" would at least more easily reflect the longing for a peaceful and prosperous age that many people in these troubled times had.