Chapter 384 What He Wants Is Not the Country of Song Dynasty, but the Whole Country
Chapter 384 What he wants is not the empire of the Song Dynasty...but the whole world!
The sky was densely covered with haze, the air was damp and cold, and there were scattered raindrops.
Located outside Donghua Gate, Prince Yan's Mansion occupies a very large area, backed by Maxing Street, with endless pavilions, pavilions and palaces.
In front of the tall merit archway in front of the palace, hundreds of scholars in Confucian shirts were gathered.
Some of them were carrying a tall portrait of Confucius, and they were making a lot of noise.
Five hundred tiger guards came roaring on horseback and protected the main entrance, corner gate and side entrance of Prince Yan's Mansion airtight.
The fierce tiger guard, who was astride a tall horse, pressed his hand on the hilt of his knife, his eyes focused.
As long as Yan Qing gives an order, they don't care whether they are disciples of saints or children of aristocratic families. Anyone who disrespects the prince will be killed without mercy.
On the street leading to Wangchun Gate, there were still a steady stream of scholars in small groups, shouting slogans to punish the traitors in the country, and continued to gather in front of the archway of Prince Yan's Mansion.
Many of them were wearing the imperial robes of the Imperial College, and were obviously students of the Imperial College.
There are also people wearing light blue Confucian shirts that are similar to official robes but slightly different. Yan Qing knows that these are probably the Xuezheng, Yixue, Shizhao, Zhuanhou, Enshrinement, and Painting students of the calligraphy and painting academy chaired by the official Zhao Ji himself.
et al.
By the time Wang Lin came out of the palace, almost seven or eight hundred people had gathered in front of the palace.
"Qing Jun is on his side and is attacking the traitors of the country!"
"Our great Song Dynasty will not allow Cao Cao to wreak havoc! King Yan should ask for his removal from the nobility to thank the world!"
"With a small amount of merit, he coerces the emperor to order the world, and intimidates the emperor to add the gift of nine tins. Such heinous crimes and traitors who usurp the country should be punished by the whole country!"
Finally, someone in the crowd jumped up and shouted this slogan, which immediately caused the crowd to rise and surge, and the shouts shook the sky.
Half of the capital was shocked.
Yan Qing's face turned cold and he yelled: "What a shame!"
Yan Qing drew his sword and stood up. Hundreds of tiger guards also roared in unison and drew their swords out of their sheaths. The swords flashed, intimidating the scene.
Two scholars held up the portrait of Saint Confucius in the crowd, raised their arms filled with righteous indignation and shouted: "Does the King of Yan want to use an ax and ax to poison my saint's disciples? You, hoe the traitors for the country, eliminate harm for the people, sacrifice your lives for righteousness, and the blood of the Prince of Yan's palace is splattered.
, right now!”
The crowd was in commotion.
Yan Qing frowned.
He knew in his heart that if he captured this group of incited students on the spot, the conflict would be completely intensified, and he was afraid that he would play into the hands of the mastermind behind the scenes.
They wished they could let Wang Lin kill a man in front of Prince Yan's palace and bleed like a river, thereby arousing the attack of the whole country's public opinion.
But if these scholars are allowed to make a scene in front of Prince Yan's palace, where will the prince's prestige be?
Wang Lin appeared at the door of the house.
He waved his hand and signaled Yan Qing to retreat with the tiger guards.
Wang Lin is dressed in regular clothes.
He stood quietly on the tall steps of the palace, looking down from a high position, looking around at the large group of scholars from all over the country, students from the Imperial College, the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, and Kaifeng Prefectural School, among whom there may also be many high-ranking sects from the capital's elite families.
's children.
It is false to kill the traitors of the country, but it is true to ruin his reputation.
He put his hands behind his back, with a calm expression on his heroic face, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
As he stood forward, an invisible momentum spread, and the original noise gradually subsided.
Wang Lin said nothing and looked coldly.
a long time.
The sky was overcast and the rain was falling.
The Tokyo students gathered at the foot of the steps gradually became a little uneasy.
Add Jiuxi! Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms is reincarnated! How is he different from Mang, the king who usurped the Han Dynasty?
If this is the case, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty will become a puppet and the ritual system of the Song Dynasty will collapse!
They were instigated at night and came with passion.
But in the face of the King of Yan who was trying to turn the Song Dynasty and the building from collapse, as time went by, that unreliable enthusiasm gradually faded.
The northeast wind is blowing, and yellow leaves are flying all over the sky.
Wang Lin suddenly said loudly: "You students came to my house today to accuse a certain person of being a national thief... He kept saying that he would sacrifice his life for righteousness, and blood was spattered on the spot. I want to ask you, which Song Dynasty law did a certain person violate, so that he became a national thief?"
Meng Zhou, a disciple of the Imperial Academy in his early twenties, gritted his teeth, stood up and said loudly: "King Yan, even though you have meritorious deeds, the official family has named you a king with a different surname, and you are also in charge of the world's soldiers and horses. You can be said to be an extremely powerful minister! You have become rich and noble.
Extremely! Why are you still not satisfied, so greedy for profit that you ask for the gift of nine tins?"
Zhou Kao, a scholar from Hebei, also jumped out. He was one of the leaders who held high the portrait of Confucius.
Zhou Kao sneered and said: "Throughout the ages, those who add Jiuxi are all national traitors! Do you want to use your power to take over the Song Dynasty and usurp the country?"
In just a few words, the emotions of the scholars present were stirred up again.
Wang Lin smiled slightly: "That's right. Anyone who adds nine tins is a traitor to the country. You are so sincere! Therefore, if the officials want to add nine tins to me, I will not accept it."
"And yesterday in the court hall, I also insisted on resigning to Jiuxi in public, and even...asked the court and officials for the bones!"
"I know that there are people who are instigating you behind the scenes, intending to attack you, make me angry, and put me in an unjust place with the blood of your scholars."
"Your name is Zhou Kao, from Daming Prefecture in Hebei Province. Your name is Mengzhou. Your ancestor once offered wine to the Imperial Academy and was ranked among the ninth ministers. Your father taught the bachelor's degree in the Imperial Academy... and you guys..."
Wang Lin slowly walked down the steps, his voice clear and cold: "You had a banquet with Hanlin scholar Sun Funan last night and agreed to attack Prince Yan's Mansion today, okay?"
Wang Lin's eyes were like daggers, glaring coldly at Zhou Kao and Meng Zhou.
Meng Zhou's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously took a few steps back into the crowd.
Zhou Kao's face turned red and his whole body was shaking.
They never expected that Wang Lin's fortune, life, and origins would have been controlled by Wang Lin. The consequences...thinking about it was enough to make them feel frightened.
Wang Lin sneered: "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."
"Some people in the court, including you so-called scholars, are jealous and resentful of me, and regard me as a living traitor to Cao Cao... But do you know that Cao Cao has never usurped the Han Dynasty in his life?"
Wang Lin looked up at the sky and sneered: "You are said to be well-read in poetry and books, knowledgeable in books and rituals, and disciples of saints... But you know that the so-called Great Song Dynasty is actually just a corner of the world, no more than a tiny place!
The hometown of Yanyun has abandoned its enemies for hundreds of years. The Liao, Jin, Xixia, Western Regions, Nanzhao, and Jiaozhi were originally our Chinese territory, but now they have become the land of barbarians!"
"Even in this tiny place now, we are still facing the trampling of the golden men and cavalry, and the country will not be the country!"
"I, Wang Lin, care about the world. I originally intended to enshrine the wolf in Xu, and the horse to trample the swallow, so as to restore our great cause of China. This will prevent me, the Han people, from hiding in a corner, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, not knowing how big the world is!"
"However, there are always people who are motivated by their own selfish interests and are short-sighted. They accuse me of being a traitor to the country. They work hard and want to kill me... Haha, how ridiculous is that?!"
Wang Lin's words were loud and clear, and his voice gradually became louder and louder, shaking the sky.
All the students present were blushing and looking at each other, not knowing what to say.
Everyone said that they wanted to usurp the Song Dynasty, but they openly laughed and said: Usurping the Song Dynasty? I don’t even look down on your small country like the Song Dynasty!
How can the sparrow know the ambition of the eagle owl?
How can an ant understand the heart of a dragon?
This kind of broad-mindedness and vision... in a sense, can be regarded as a living lesson for these scholars who actually know nothing about bullshit.
And these words were like lightning and thunder, exploding in their hearts; and like a beacon, illuminating their way forward in a wilderness full of darkness and devastation.
"It doesn't matter, you are just forcing me to resign from the imperial court and delegate power, and I will comply with your wishes. This is the form of resignation that I have prepared long ago, and you will forward it to the palace on your behalf."
Wang Lin took out a memorial from his arms and said coldly: "Mengzhou, come here!"
Mengzhou was frightened and hesitated.
A tiger guard looked indifferent, took the watch from Wang Lin's hand, strode over, and handed it to Meng Zhou.
"I, Wang Lin, hereby declare to the world that I will resign from the title of King of the Song Dynasty, my official position, and hand over my military power. From today on, I will take my family and leave Tokyo... to return to my hometown and live in seclusion!"
After Wang Lin finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.
Mengzhou lowered his head and looked at Wang Lin's resignation form in his hand, his face turned green and red, and the scholars around him looked even more confused...
The process and result of what happened today were beyond their expectations. Is Wang Lin really going to resign and go into seclusion?
…
Students from the Imperial College attacked Prince Yan's Mansion, and the news that Wang Lin resigned and went into seclusion in despair spread throughout the capital.
The government and the public had not yet reacted, but they heard that Wang Lin was serious about it again.
Wang Lin's royal robes, crown, gold seal, royal gold medal, and military talismans were all handed over to Yanfu Palace.
Then, Wu Song, Guan Sheng, Xu Ning and other generals in charge of the capital's defense forces all hung up their seals and left.
In the afternoon.
Dozens of carriages and horses slowly drove out of Prince Yan's Mansion, fully loaded with Wang Lin's family members.
Five thousand tiger guards lined up in a tight formation, guarding Wang Lin's family and his entourage as they drove along Shili Royal Street towards Nanxun Water Gate.
On both sides of Imperial Street, countless Tokyo residents were crowded, either to say goodbye or to watch the excitement.
Most of the people looked confused and a little scared.
Why is this so?
Now that King Yan is gone, who will resist the Jin people and protect the capital for them?
Wang Lin was dressed in a green shirt, holding a sword, and stood astride the lion in the snowy night, with a serious and calm expression.
The people from the Golden Mission were mixed in the crowd, and their faces were a little ecstatic.
They didn't believe it when they first got the news, but it turned out that Wang Lin actually resigned and went into seclusion.
They almost all wanted to sneak out of the city and return to Hebei to inform Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zonghan of this great news.
Why should we negotiate peace, stop the war, and continue to invade the south until the Song Dynasty is destroyed?
Zhang Xiaochun frowned, feeling a little weird.
Will Wang Lin resign? Will the Song Dynasty destroy its city walls?
…
The fierce sound of horse hooves sounded, and more than ten horses rushed out of the palace and galloped along the ten-mile Royal Street.
Zongze shouted on his horse: "King Yan, please stay!"
After more than ten rides, the people of Tokyo were shocked to find that there was not only the emperor's dragon ceremonial guard, but also a long procession of chariots and horses of high officials in the court, who hurriedly pursued them.
Later, there seemed to be a group of scholars dressed in Confucian robes, gradually coming towards Nanxunshui Gate from the direction of Zhuque Gate, Yi Qiu Gate, and Tongxuan Gate.
Zongze turned over and dismounted, looked at Wang Lin solemnly, and said: "King Yan, why are you doing this? You are the humerus of the Song Dynasty, and there is a huge enemy in front of you. Why do you abandon the country and ignore it?"
Wang Lin didn't dismount, so he raised his hands and said: "Zong Xiang, I'm not pretending, because it's really not necessary. I'm really tired. Since some people in the court regard me as a traitor to the country, if I don't know how to advance or retreat anymore,
Isn’t it going to ruin your reputation?”
Zongze frowned. He was discussing with Li Gang and Wu Min, thinking that this was Wang Lin's pretense, a strategy to deal with some rumors in the court and even some undercurrents in Tokyo. However, he did not expect that Wang Lin would actually make a move.
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No one knows better than Zongze that if Wang Lin leaves, the Fuhu Army will be in chaos.
And the generals under his command might get angry and start a rebellion. In this case, the Jin people would take advantage of the situation and the Song Dynasty would really be over!
Zongze smiled bitterly: "Why is this so? Please wait a moment for Siheng. The officials have led all the ministers out of the palace and personally retained Siheng."
Wang Lin said calmly: "I have made up my mind."
Zongze: "..."
On the carriage behind Wang Lin, Zhao Huanhuan, the concubine of Roufu Emperor, looked at Zhao Fujin with some sadness and said softly: "Sister Maode, is Prince Yan serious?"
Zhao Yupan frowned slightly: "Maode, if the King of Yan hands over military power like this, you will not be so stable in Shandong..."
Zhao Fujin smiled softly: "Don't worry, you can't leave, sister. My husband is not pretending this time, he just wants to get over it once and for all and avoid future troubles."
Zhao Yupan was stunned: "???"
Zhao Fujin took a deep breath and sighed quietly: "He wants to use this to tell the world that what he wants is not the country of the Song Dynasty... but the whole world!"
…
Zhao Ji sat on the dragon chariot, under the big banner, with a bitter look on his face. He looked at Wang Lin blankly and said softly: "Why do you want to abandon me?"
Wang Lin remained silent.
Li Gang sighed: "Si Heng, the national crisis is facing us, so we must not act on impulse. The Jin people are still in Hebei, and our Song Dynasty is in danger. If you abandon the country and ignore it, how will the people of the world deal with themselves?"
Wang Lin remained silent as before.
Tang Ke and Geng Nanzhong looked embarrassed. They looked at each other and knew that Wang Lin was here for them, the civil servants of the Han Dynasty. If they didn't give him an explanation today, they might not be able to end it.
Tang Ke stepped forward and bowed and saluted: "King Yan, I still remember that King Yan swore an oath with a group of scholars at the dock, saying that no one would die since ancient times, and he would leave a loyal heart to reflect history, and he would gather the strength of the world to fight against the Jin Dynasty.
For the sake of the country, but now the King of Yan wants to give up halfway, wouldn’t it make the world laugh at him?”
Geng Nanzhong also stepped forward and bowed: "Now the officials and ministers are leaving the palace to persuade me to stay. I also ask King Yan to take the overall situation into account and take back his orders!"
Wang Lin glanced at the two of them and sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will become a thief of Cao and steal the Song Dynasty?"
Tang Ke took a deep breath and said solemnly: "The King of Yan is the humerus of the country, why are you afraid of such rumors?"
"Officials should strictly investigate those who make remarks and cause trouble in the capital, and set the record straight! I impeach Sun Funan, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, and incite the imperial eunuchs to attack the Prince of Yan's palace and cause trouble to the imperial court. They should be punished!"
While he was talking, two Imperial City Imperial Guards twisted Sun Funan over.
Wang Lin sneered in his heart, he was trying to save his chariot by losing his pawn.
But today, he did not intend to kill people, and he did not bother to investigate the culprit behind the scenes, because this was not the crux of the problem, and because such rumors could not be suppressed.
If you kill one Sun Funan, you don't know how many Sun Funans will appear in the future.
Moreover, the real culprit was not Sun Funan, or even people like Tang Ke and Geng Nanzhong, but Zhao Ji.
His purpose in engaging in such a big battle today was not to stand up to others, but to let Zhao Ji figure out what a real national traitor was.
Wang Lin didn't even look at Sun Funan, and said calmly to Zhao Ji: "The officials and the common people have no intention of pursuing what happened in the morning. Sun Funan is a Hanlin scholar. If he is killed for this, the common people will be labeled as a national thief again."