Xu Xian was quickly surrounded by a group of soldiers.
"Your Majesty, my death as Xu Xian is nothing to worry about!"
"But I believe there are thousands of Xu Xian in the world who will follow in my footsteps and risk their lives to persuade the Holy Spirit to remonstrate with you!"
"I, Xu Xian, am not a fanatic, but a sober man who truly cares about the Song Dynasty and the common people!"
"I don't believe that any bloody citizen of the Song Dynasty can watch the Jin soldiers go south again, burning, killing, and looting their parents, wives, and children, while I run away!"
"I've finished my words, Your Majesty, please let me, Xu Xian, be thrown into the sea!"
Xu Xian pretended to be a generous sacrificer.
At this moment, the soldiers who were preparing to capture Xu Xian could not help but slowly put down their weapons.
"Your Majesty, Xu Xian is a loyal man for the country and the people. He cannot be killed, he cannot be killed!"
"Your Majesty, I can't kill you!"
"Please forgive Xu Xian!"
"I beg the Holy One to release Xu Xian and return to Beijing to fight against the Jin Dynasty!"
"I beg you to release Xu Xian, please return to Beijing to fight against the Jin Dynasty!"
"Let Xu Xian go and resist the gold!"
"Let Xu Xian go and resist the gold!"
"...!"
Some people even began to take the lead in kneeling on the ground to plead with Zhao Gou. Later, soldiers and officials and generals began to kneel on the ground, begging Emperor Zhao Gou to release Xu Xian and return to Lin'an to preside over the fight against the Jin Dynasty.
Because the scene was so loud and powerful, it even spread throughout the entire nearby city of Fuzhou for hundreds of miles. When the people nearby heard the sound, they began to walk out of their homes one after another and knelt on the ground in response.
"This this!"
"What should I do?"
Zhao Gou and the officials around him were shocked when they saw this scene.
At this time, the official, who was over seventy years old, walked up to Emperor Zhao Gou and whispered something unknown in his ear.
Then Zhao Gou suddenly covered his forehead with his hands and started vomiting. Accompanied by several eunuchs and officials, he quickly entered the cabin.
What's going on with Zhao Gou?
Could it be that his health is not good?
Could it be that he was frightened by the formation just now?
It must not dare to throw me into the sea to feed the fish, right?
Even if it throws me into the sea, I won't be afraid if Qing'er is there!
At this time, Xu Xian, who was still kneeling on the spot, couldn't help but mutter.
"Xu Xian!"
"Why are you still kneeling here?"
"The Holy One is not feeling well today and will summon you alone tomorrow!"
"You go back first!"
Just now, the official who was over seventy years old suddenly came to Xu Xian again.
"I don't know who you are, sir?"
Of course Xu Xian was also curious about this person's identity.
"I am Zhu Zhuo, the censor's chief minister!"
"You go back first!"
It turned out that the official's name was Zhu Zhuo.
"But……!"
Xu Xian was still worried that after he left tonight, the emperor would escape by boat tomorrow.
"I know what you're worried about?"
"Since the Holy Spirit has opened the mouth of Chrysostom, he will not break his promise!"
"And if you don't leave, those soldiers and people will be like you by then. Aren't you embarrassing the Holy One by doing this?"
Zhu Zhuo explained softly to Xu Xian.
"good!"
"I, Xu Xian, will leave first, and I will come back to visit the Holy Master and Zhu Yushi tomorrow!"
Xu Xian finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
After going back and sleeping with Xiaoqing for one night, Zhao Gou sent someone to summon Xu Xian early the next morning.
Xu Xian, Xiaoqing, and Li Jiejie were walking along with the people sent by the emperor, and suddenly they came to the door of a large house in the city.
"Is this old emperor trying to trick us into going to the Liu Mansion outside the city again?"
At this time, Xiaoqing suddenly asked Xu Xian in a low voice.
"I guess it won't be a problem, right?"
"Yesterday, our meeting with the emperor alarmed the entire city of Fuzhou. It will be unjustifiable if it continues to avoid us!"
As Xu Xian and the other three spoke, they followed the group of people into the wealthy family's home. After going around a few times, they arrived at the foot of a rockery.
When they saw the emperor seemed to be writing something under the pavilion not far away, the worries of Xu Xian and the others calmed down.
"Xu Xian!"
"Your Majesty invites you!"
At this time, a eunuch came over and took Xu Xian to the pavilion.
"Yishi Xu, no gifts, no gifts!"
Xu Xian was about to salute, but he didn't expect that the emperor actually came over and stopped Xu Xian in person.
"Your Majesty...!"
"I heard that Xu Yishi also knows a little bit about calligraphy and painting!"
"I wonder if Xu Yishi would like to take a look at this Fuzhou shipping map I made?"
"If there are any shortcomings, Xu Yishi can just speak up!"
Zhao Gou interrupted Xu Xian's words, and then led Xu Xian to the pavilion, pointing to a painting on the table that was still wet and asking.
Xu Xian then took a look at Zhao Gou's paintings. As expected, they were as exquisite as the legends. He was worthy of being the son of Song Huizong, the master of calligraphy and painting.
"Your Majesty's maritime map looks majestic, neat, and flawless, but it seems to lack some aura!"
After Xu Xian read it, he started to comment.
"Unexpectedly, I think that my writing skills are as good as those of the late Emperor. Since I ascended the throne of Dabao, no one has ever dared to say that there are any omissions in my calligraphy and painting!"
"I didn't expect that Xu Yishi would tell me at a glance that my paintings lacked spirit today!"
"Then I would like to ask Xu Yishi how to show this spiritual energy in the painting?"
At this time, Zhao Gou seemed to start to look at Xu Xian with admiration.
"This spiritual energy, of course, must be vividly displayed before it can be displayed!"
"Your Majesty, forgive me for taking the liberty!"
Xu Xian said, picked up the pen and ink, and waved it in Zhao Gou's painting.
"I didn't expect that Xu Yishi's literary and ink skills were so extraordinary!"
"With just a few strokes, my painting looks like a vivid Fuzhou shipping scene!"
Zhao Gou couldn't help but marvel when he saw his current painting that had been painted by Xu Xian.
"Your Majesty has given you too much praise!"
In fact, Xu Xian just added some onlookers to this maritime map.
"Yishi Xu, what do you think of this picture?"
Suddenly, Zhao Gou ordered someone to bring another box over, and then took out a giant painting from the box, and then spread it out in front of Xu Xian.
Isn't this painting Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"?
How could he be taken to Fuzhou by Zhao Gou?
Wasn't this painting plundered by the Jin people?
Xu Xian was startled when he saw this familiar giant painting.
The "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" depicts the grand scene of Bianjing City in the Northern Song Dynasty before the Jingkang Disgrace. But now Bianjing has long been occupied, and the former Bianjing City has been destroyed in the war. I am afraid that the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is also the hometown of Zhao Jiaqi.
The best item ever.
Since Zhao Gou has taken out the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" for himself to appreciate, shouldn't I just mention the shame of Jingkang and the fall of Bianjing?
Of course Xu Xian has not forgotten this mission.
"Could this masterpiece be the masterpiece "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" by the Bianliang court painter Zhang Zeduan?"
Xu Xian still pretended to ask.
"Exactly!"
"This painting is indeed "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", but it is not the original work of Zhang Zeduan!"
"It's because Qin Hui couldn't bear my longing for Bianliang day and night, so he personally wrote a copy for me!"
Zhao Gou couldn't help but feel a little sad when he spoke. This chapter has been completed!