In the huge hall, the atmosphere was solemn and quiet for a while. Except for the slap that Zong Qian subconsciously took, no one spoke, some looked at each other, and some lowered their heads in thought. At this time, some people had already realized that Zong Han and Xi Yin were here.
What exactly is going on in a chess game?
Xiyin poured himself wine slowly.
"As for the issue of the new king, it is now the end of all parties and they cannot escape. To all the uncles and brothers sitting here today, you are all sitting here for the sake of the Jurchens. Why are you standing behind Zong Pan? What are your current identities?
Noble, with the country, we help the new king to take the throne, can we be more noble and prominent? This is all for the sake of the Jurchen. Generally speaking, there will be no problem, but once the winner is decided among the few people in front of you today
Come, from now on half of the people will not be able to sleep well, and the country will be in trouble."
"There is a tense situation inside and outside the capital tonight. Before this, many nobles were fighting and bleeding inside and outside the city. Some people are missing. They have not been seen to this day. Tonight, the game will also arrive in the capital. Let's go in together.
At the palace gate, do you dare to say that Zong Qian will definitely ascend to the throne and be the emperor? If it is Zong Pan who ascends the throne, you will be uneasy. With the stalemate at this point, why not retreat?"
Several people started whispering among themselves.
Yes, now because of the edict bought by Wu Qiu, the top nobles of the entire Kingdom of Jin have basically taken sides, but will their taking sides bring much benefit? These people were already the most prominent princes.
But once the wrong team is taken, for the next half of the new king's reign, these wealthy families who are on the wrong team will not be able to live in peace for a day.
With such a big risk and such a small gain, many people said they were unwilling to end up. But as soon as Wu Qimai's posthumous edict was announced, Zong Qian and Zong Pan began to recruit people everywhere, and Zong Han and Xi Yin also followed suit.
Who can really remain neutral in such a major event? For more than a month, it has been difficult for everyone to advance or retreat. Therefore, when the matter comes to an end, Xi Yin's proposal can really fall into the hands of many people.
in the heart.
And for a group of nobles who have experienced countless worldly events, at this moment, they naturally would not think that the whole thing could be the whim of Xi Yin or Zong Han.
Originally, the failure of the Southern Expedition, Zong Qian's rise to power, and the decline of the Xifu might have been the only outcome of this matter. Who knew that Zong Han and Xiyin would side with Zong Pan and pull all the nobles out, creating this stalemate that made everyone feel embarrassed.
Now, Zong Han and Xi Yin, who were originally adding fuel to the flames, are now using this deadlock to break the situation.
If Wu Qimai was involved in the layout while he was still alive, then the whole situation is truly amazing. If the Southern Expedition goes smoothly and the Jurchens become stronger, Wu Qimai may pass the throne directly to Zong Qian.
, even selfishly, it was possible to let his son Zong Pan ascend to the throne. However, Zong Han was defeated miserably in the southwest. Wu Qimai changed the imperial edict while he was ill, dragging everyone down, but actually gave Zong Han,
Xi Yin's only chance to break the situation... If we look from the back to the front, did the giant bear-like emperor who had been holding on for several years after being paralyzed by a stroke have such considerations?
At this point it is difficult to trace.
The night sky outside was shrouded in dark clouds, but there was no snow, and the air was cold and oppressive. Xiyin had just made the first move, and no one answered Zongqian's livid face.
In the whole thing, Zong Qian was originally the most advantageous successor. However, after a game between the two sides and everyone was pulled off the field, he suddenly discovered that Zong Han and Xi Yin originally wanted to continue this depressing relationship.
The general trend pushed him and even Zong Pan out of the game.
The candidate who was supposed to be the emperor was also a strong and impressive person, but in the blink of an eye he was about to be thrown away by two people who were just playing tricks. Although this idea had just been proposed, one can imagine the anger in his heart.
"Such a thing...do you dare to tell Zong Pan?" He gritted his teeth and spoke carefully.
"It's all for the good of Dajin, and everything can be discussed." Xiyin said slowly, "To say the least, it was Zong Pan who hated Nianhan and me and killed both of us, and he
What benefits can be gained? In the end, when you succeed, he and everyone around him will be on tenterhooks. The result is far worse than if you were a junior."
The words were spoken slowly. Zong Qian was facing not only Zong Han and Zong Pan, but also half of the nobles of the Jin Kingdom. He did not speak.
Zong Bi's side exploded: "Fuck you -" he rushed down from above.
Xiyin, who seemed to be old and thin, overturned the table with a bang, and his tall figure rose up to face the burly Zong Bi. The stool he held in his hand hit Zong Bi's head and hit Zong Bi's body.
Already wearing armor, he raised his hands to block and collide. The wooden stool exploded in the air. Zongbi punched Xiyin twice. Xiyin grabbed the armor on his chest and hit him hard with his headbutt.
In front of Zong Bi, everyone saw two figures spinning and entangled in the hall like wrestling for several times. Then Zong Bi was thrown out and hit the steps at the door of the hall. He was in his prime, and he rolled
, stood up on his knees, with blood covering his mouth and nose.
There was also blood on Xiyin's forehead. He opened his arms like a giant holding up the world in the wind and snow, and the words in his mouth were like a tiger's roar, echoing in the hall:
"Xiao Si, come on -"
The crowd rushed up and separated the two people.
Although he has always been known as a scribe, even among the top Jurchen generals, Xiyin has never been a soft persimmon who can be insulted. Even Zong Han, Zong Wang, Lou Shi and others treated him badly.
Everyone respected him, and how could it be because of his little writing skills? Zongbi had been beaten by Xiyin since he was a child. The victory of this southern expedition greatly increased his self-confidence. Considering that Xiyin was old and seemed to be on his deathbed, he decided to
He challenged him again, but only at this moment did he realize that the blood in Xiyin's chest had not faded away at all.
"Let me go, I'll kill him——"
Although he was separated, Zongbi was furious and wanted to go up with a roar. Xiyin pursed his lips tightly, fluffed up his robe sleeves, slowly walked to Zongbi's square table, poured a glass of wine and drank it.
"I know that this time when we go south, the ones in the east have won after all, so we have to give in. Zong Qian, you can't swallow this breath, but today everyone can't get off the stage. If you want to force yourself, it will be difficult. If you can consider a small
, we can also make some concessions, this small one can be chosen from your side, and there is indeed a suitable one."
Xi Yin looked at Zong Qian: "When Zong Jun passed away, you adopted me as your adopted son. He was Taizu's most beloved eldest grandson. Letting him take over would probably be the best way to calm everyone's hearts. And although you are not me's biological father,
, but after all, there is a kind of upbringing, and this kind of kindness cannot be removed. The throne has returned to Aguda, and I am afraid it will no longer be difficult for others to covet it, and for you, I have not made too many concessions."
Wanyan Zongqian was the eldest son of Aguda, and there was also his eldest son Wanyan Zongjun, followed by Zongwang, Zongfu, and Zongbi. Zongjun died young, and after his death, his son Wanyandan was adopted by Zongqian as his righteous son.
Son. Due to Aguda's love for this eldest grandson, he has received numerous awards since he was a child. However, because his father is no longer around, not many people have much hostility towards this child.
When Xiyin said this, he sighed: "As for Nianhan and I, we are already old. We don't think much about power in this life. Only what we saw in the southwest made us two grudges. Everyone, Nianhan and I are worried.
We have fought for a lifetime, but other places may be blameworthy. On the battlefield, are we really so stupid? In the southwest battle, countless generals died. How heroic they were on the battlefield. Could it be that you have all forgotten."
"But in the battle in the southwest, we were still defeated, almost completely. Everyone, the southwest is just like the Jurchens when we followed Taizu in the uprising! It's even worse! Their study of studying objects and training methods,
If we don't learn from it, destruction is not far away. I'm afraid it will sweep through the Central Plains and hit us in the north. Not all the old people in this room are dead yet!"
"Nianhan and I just hope that the Jurchen clan can get over this hurdle safely. If the matter of going to Beijing can be resolved safely, we can safely train our troops in the clouds, build ordnance, and learn the skills of the south. As for what we have learned,
Bing, the things we build will be used by the children below us in the future. Old Fourth, sooner or later you will be able to use it. You are thoughtful and not stupid, but you have to pretend to be reckless. Why?
Come on. There will be no conflict between us in the future, so you can rest assured. I beat you when I was young, but I just can’t stand your pretended recklessness!"
As he said this, he threw the empty wine glass on the table.
"I know that this matter is very important. If you have to discuss it behind closed doors, I'm afraid you won't be able to make up your mind tonight. If you pick up the game tonight and are sure that you will win when you enter the palace, then that's okay.
You can just pretend that I didn't come over and didn't say anything, but if you're not sure, just give it some thought and let me go. No one will suffer. After saying this, Xiyin left, and then you all made your decision.
, let’s discuss it in detail.”
He bowed his hands to everyone, and Wan Yanchang stood up and bowed his hands to him. The others, including Zong Qian, who looked silent, all bowed to him. Only when he turned to leave, Zong Bi was in the hall.
Zhong shouted.
"Maybe we can't defeat Southwest, but you and Nianhan are too stupid to fight. Your people can't fight! No matter what happens this time, I will lead my troops to Yunzhong tomorrow, and we will compete openly again. If your soldiers
If you are really coward, it means that you are lying in Beijing today. You are just living an ignoble existence, and now you are still claiming that Black Flag is powerful and trying to survive! I will kill your whole family when the time comes—"
Xiyin stopped and looked at him: "Okay, you can all come over when the time comes, and I will show you how the Tushan Guards, who were defeated in the southwest, can fare. Let your soldiers - all leave their last words before coming back.
——Farewell!"
After he finished speaking, he strode out of the hall. After a while, he got on the carriage outside. There was a brazier in the carriage and the temperature was quite warm. Xiyin leaned against the wall of the carriage and only then took out the
The silk cloth came and he coughed repressedly for a long time. There were stains of blood on the silk cloth. He was old after all, and he had just fought with Zong Bi and suffered some injuries.
The motorcade faced the cold wind and passed through the quiet long street. The roadside was sparsely lit by the lights of thousands of houses. After a while, he returned to the big house on the other side of the palace and met Zong Han.
"... Next, it depends on how to convince Zong Pan. He won't be happy."
Zong Pan inherited the physique of his father Wu Qimai. He was as tall as a giant bear. Once angry, his temperament was quite cruel. It was difficult for ordinary people to deal with him head-on.
"I'll go ahead and tell you." Zong Han smiled coldly on his serious face, "He will agree."