All along, Tong Guan thought that Zhao Huan was resisting the reserve position, but now he realized that Zhao Huan's goal was not to compete with Zhao Ji at all!
Instead, we will take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to win over the righteous people from all over the world.
At that time, if the people's will is what they want, Zhao Huan will be able to reach the sky in one step and get rid of the situation of being manipulated by all forces at will.
If he were to establish himself as the master of the East Palace, he might one day inherit the throne.
With the support of the righteous people in the world, it is impossible to become anyone's puppet, and for the six powerful ministers, this is tantamount to the end of the world.
Thinking of this, Tong Guan shuddered.
This guy, beneath his rough appearance, is actually very ambitious.
Facing the tsunami-like admiration, Zhao Huan waved his hand and said proudly: "Three songs have passed. I have proved my innocence. If there are still people who don't believe it, I will compose three more songs!"
Tong Guan staggered in fright.
Zhao Huan's three poems have been scolded all over the court. Even His Majesty, who dreams of becoming a famous king throughout the ages, does not want Zhao Huan to point his nose at him and call him a coward.
How devastating was the sentence "all the palaces and palaces were turned into dust" on Zhao Ji's dream of a wise king?
If you let this guy continue to work, I'm afraid he will drag all the previous emperors out of their coffins and criticize them by name...
"Whoever dares to question King Ding again will be punished for slandering the royal family!"
How could Tong Guan dare to hesitate any longer? He immediately interrupted Zhao Huan's enthusiasm for poetry.
With the encouragement of the three poems, the righteous people were excited, and the only authentic calligraphy was sold to a total of 70,000 taels of silver by an almost crazy businessman!
Plop!
Gao Yaokang's legs went weak and he sat back down, his eyes widening.
Seventy thousand taels of silver...
A pair of calligraphy works by Zhao Huan really fetched a sky-high price!
A wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River happily accepted the calligraphy treasure and handed all the thick stacks of silver notes into Zhao Huan's hands.
Zhao Huan counted out fifty thousand taels of silver notes and threw them into the little eunuch's tray.
"These fifty thousand taels of silver are what I need to collect His Majesty's calligraphy treasures."
"As for the remaining 20,000 taels of silver, it was donated to the people on the northern frontier on the occasion of the fund-raising meeting in the name of Princess Ding to help the suffering people recuperate and recuperate."
This sentence has completely penetrated into the hearts of Zhao Kun and others.
It’s not over yet!
They were surprised to find that Zhao Huan took out 30,000 taels of silver notes from his sleeves and waved his hand: "These 30,000 taels of silver are given by my king to the soldiers who fought bloody battles!"
"No matter who is willing to fight the Jin soldiers to the end, any shortage of food and salary can be allocated from these thirty thousand taels of silver!"
"We have tens of millions of loyal soldiers in the Song Dynasty, but we are just gold thieves, why should we be afraid of them?!"
The voice of Zhao Huan was the only one left in Genyue, echoing for a long time.
I don't know how long it took before Zhao Kun recovered from the shock. His eyes filled with excitement and his whole body was shaking.
Regardless of revealing his identity, he jumped directly onto the stool, raised his arms and shouted.
"King Ding is a thousand years old!"
"We are the great Song Dynasty, why should we be afraid of the Jin people!"
"Your Majesty, you can shake the mountains with your own power! With the power of Song Dynasty, you can crush the Kingdom of Jin!"
The martyrs in the northern frontier raised their arms and responded.
"King Ding is a thousand years old!"
"Long live your Majesty!"
"The Song Dynasty has no boundaries!"
"The fund-raising conference, with the combined efforts of the whole world, 900,000 gold and silver, and hundreds of thousands of passionate men from the Song Dynasty, the Jin soldiers will never come back."
The sound of shouting throughout Genyue was deafening.
Zhao Ji, who was sitting in Sanxiu Hall, was completely stunned when he saw the scene happening in front of him.
The 900,000 yuan raised by the combined efforts of the whole world is definitely not military pay, but annual coins!
The purpose is to redeem the remaining Kyushu and create a great cause that will last forever.
But now, everything has gone astray!
The ears and eyes of the Jin people have already penetrated every corner of the Song Dynasty, and everything that happens in the fund-raising meeting will definitely reach the ears of the Jin people.
The war is inevitable...
If it weren't for the numerous ears and eyes at the scene and the righteous people from all over the world, who supported Zhao Huan like a tsunami, Zhao Ji would have already ordered that this shameless traitor be thrown into Zongzheng Temple and sentenced to death immediately!
"You traitor! You ruined my plan!"
The scene that Tong Guan feared the most finally happened.
He looked at the crowd of excited martyrs and felt a chill in his back.
"It's over! It's completely over! Public opinion has arisen and is unstoppable. Even after the fund-raising meeting is over and all the martyrs leave Bianjing, the momentum of the world's return has begun to take shape."
"Zhao Huan must die, otherwise we will be the ones who die."
Whether it was Zhao Ji, Tong Guan, or the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, no one expected that if Zhao Huan did not take action, the sky would collapse and the earth would fall apart if he did.
Could it be that the world of Song Dynasty is about to change?
Zhao Huan sneered faintly in his heart.
"Aren't you going to join forces and kick me around like a toad?"
"What great righteousness of the country, great achievements that have never been done by our ancestors, bullshit!"
"Now, I want to see who dares to force me to take the blame."
"Whether it's a black pot or a nine-piece crown, let's give it a try."
Zhao Ji and Tong Guan looked at each other, and they understood each other tacitly. With Zhao Huan's current momentum, they canonized him as the crown prince. This was definitely not a show of pride, but a way of raising a tiger to cause trouble.
The monarch and his ministers were stunned and did not dare to mention the matter of establishing a crown prince.
Zhao Huan glanced at Gao Yaokang with a sharp gaze, which made Gao Yaokang tremble with fear.
If you have to do it, then do it thoroughly!
Who among the royal family doesn’t have a good memory? I will give you a small notebook to clearly remember all the bullying and insults in the past.
Now, it's time to settle accounts after the fall.
"Mr. Gao, is there anything else you forgot to do?"
In an instant, thousands of martyrs let out deafening roars.
"You actually framed the prince and stole someone's calligraphy treasure. What crime should you be guilty of!"
"How can the integrity of the prince be compared to that of you?"
"To judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart, you are worthy of being a member of the Gao family. It is indeed shameless!"
"I'm willing to admit defeat and kneel down to serve tea. I don't believe that no matter how powerful your Gao family is, you can still defeat the world!"
Facing the roar of the crowd, even with the support of his father Gao Qiu and La Xiangtongguan, he still couldn't straighten up and felt weak all over.
Don't call him a little kid.
Even His Majesty today does not dare to go against the will of the world.
Plop!
Gao Yaokang knelt down heavily, took the tea cup handed by the eunuch, and raised it high above his head, his voice trembling violently.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Zhao Huan ignored the trembling tea cup in Gao Yaokang's hand and raised his eyebrows: "Master Gao, what crime are you guilty of?"
Those who are guilty must be punished!
Feeling the murderous aura emanating from Zhao Huan, Gao Yaokang swallowed hard and his teeth chattered.
He hurriedly lay down on the ground and said tremblingly: "Young man is short-sighted and does not know that your prince is a genius. Please be considerate of him and don't have the same knowledge as you."
Seeing how humble Gao Yaokang was, the loyalists who originally supported him all showed contempt.
"Oh! How can such cowards help the Song Dynasty?"
"You weakling, if you were to face a golden man, wouldn't you be so scared that you would pee your pants on the spot?"