Jun Jiuling

Zhu Zan didn't jump anymore, picked up the letter and beard on the ground, and cursed.

"What's the matter?" The man just came over and asked.

"Huang Cheng is an old man, he persuaded the emperor to accept the peace." Zhu Zan said with a sneer.

The man looked surprised.

"Is he crazy?" he asked.

Zhu Zan sat down on the rock again.

"Open the exchange market and cut off six counties. When we have no defeat, anyone who can say this is crazy." He said, "It's ridiculous that there are so many lunatics in the world."

The man patted Zhu Zan on the shoulder.

"These people far away in the court are too afraid of war. The way to solve their fear is to stop the war, but they don't know that what makes the war stop is not not fighting, but fighting." He said.

Zhu Zan sneered.

"It's not that they don't know, it's just that it's none of their business." He said, "For some people, it doesn't matter if they give up the land and give up the people. Anyway, they are still rich and powerful."

Things in the court are too lofty, and the man feels that he can't evaluate it, and he can't control it.

"What do we do now?" he asked, so do what you can control.

Zhu Zan looked at the letter for a moment.

"Negotiate peace." He said, "There must be many people in the court who disagree, the people of the Northland disagree, and the generals of the Northland will not agree."

He put on his beard and stood up.

"We don't agree either."

After all, he strode forward.

The man said hello to the surroundings, and many people followed him and hurried north.

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"It's ridiculous and ridiculous."

The night was dark, but the lights in Ning Yan's study were still bright.

"What kind of soldiers will be few, and the people will be poor and the country will be exhausted."

Ning Yan looked more haggard than before, the official robe on his body had not been changed, and he was sitting in front of the desk with an angry expression.

"My Dazhou treasury is short. It is nonsense to say that it is because of Cheng Guogong's military expenditure."

"The national treasury is short. You should ask him, Huang Cheng, who is in charge of the national treasury. Where did he get the money?"

The desk was slapped, and the teacup was shaken violently.

Ning Yunzhao, who was sitting opposite, stretched out his hand to support him.

"Uncle, let's change your clothes first." He said softly, unfolding the homemade cotton robe in his hand.

The changing of clothes was done by girls, but Ning Yan rushed down to the door in anger, and entered the study room without saying a word, shutting it so late that no one would come in.

Mrs. Ning had no choice but to entrust Ning Yunzhao to come in and see how it was by sending clothes.

The news that the imperial court and the Jin people wanted to negotiate a peace has spread.

At first, the people thought it was a surrender, and everyone in the capital was overjoyed. After all, it is a good thing not to fight.

But immediately Jinshi's conditions in the court shocked everyone. It turned out that it was not a surrender, but a threat.

The news of the 100,000 golden soldiers threw the entire capital into chaos.

Ning Yan and other officials were very angry, and reprimanded Jin Envoy on the spot and drove him out. At the subsequent court meeting, he even wanted to kill Jin Envoy and send him to the front line of Beidi to show that he would never make peace.

But not fighting is always a good thing. Apart from the angry main fighters, there are also a group of officials who feel that there is no room for redemption in this matter.

"Negotiate peace, just need to negotiate." Huang Cheng said slowly, "If you think the conditions are not suitable, then talk, what's the rush."

What a fart, I was ridden on the head to shit, and I didn't slap him, and I still have to discuss whether you want to sit down and then come out?

The words of scolding between the two sides became more and more intense, and finally a few veteran officials in the court simply fought with Huang Cheng and others, disrupting the court and dizzying the emperor.

But then Huang Cheng really went to talk about it, and it was actually talked about by him.

"It is not necessary to open the mutual market. As long as there are three counties, they have no other choice. They want to find a way to survive, and they can call Dazhou a vassal, Shangsui currency."

Feudal vassals, old coins.

These two things made the emperor's eyes light up.

Although the old coin is not much money, but this is an attitude, bow your head and bow your head.

It is an achievement to make a former enemy bow his head and become a vassal, an achievement that can be comforted in front of the ancestors.

"How can this be considered an achievement!"

Ning Yan stood up and paced around, just like in the court.

"There is also the ceding of the three counties. This is still not a peace negotiation, it is still a threat."

"What does it mean to bow one's head and submit to a minister? Letting the other party bow their heads and submit to a minister is never something that can be exchanged for the benefits of gifting and ceding."

"Only hit the server."

"I don't believe it. I am a great Zhou, and I can't even win with a mere hundred thousand gold soldiers."

Looking at the angry Ning Yan, Ning Yunzhao looked calm.

"The Ministry of Officials said that the people are poor and the country is exhausted, and they cannot afford to spend money." He said.

"The golden man is even more expensive." Ning Yan raised his eyebrows and said.

Ning Yunzhao smiled.

"Uncle, why don't you change your clothes and eat something first." He said.

Ning Yan sat down in front of the desk again.

"No need." He said, while picking up his pen, "I'll go to the palace immediately after I finish writing this memorial."

This memorial is naturally to refute Huang Cheng and others' request for peace, and to persuade the emperor to continue the war against the Jin people.

Ning Yunzhao stroked the cotton robe.

"Uncle," he said, "However, His Majesty does not feel that this is a threat."

Ning Yan stopped writing and looked up at him.

"I see what you mean," he said.

The reason why Huang Cheng and others were able to jump up and down and tried their best to promote peace negotiations was actually because the emperor moved their minds.

Now the main battle or the main peace debate, to put it bluntly, is to follow the holy will, or to go against it.

So now, more and more officials are silent.

"However, loyal words are harsh, this is what a courtier should do." Ning Yan continued, with a solemn expression.

Ning Yunzhao responded yes.

"I study ink for my uncle." He said, put his robe aside, got up and brushed his sleeves.

Ning Yan didn't speak anymore, the study fell into silence, and the lights cast the figure of one person studying ink and the other bowing his head and writing on the window.

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On December 18, the editor Jiang Jing resented the court for demoting Zhaozhou because of his arrogance, fierceness, slander and slander.

On December 20, the admonishment doctor Li Nan turned right from wrong, Yinghuosheng was dismissed from office, and issued an imperial edict to interrogate him.

On December 25, Ning Yan, the political adviser, was dismissed.

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"So the peace talks are unstoppable?"

Miss Jun put down the letter in her hand and said calmly.

There was no anger this time, the shopkeeper put it away carefully and sighed lightly.

"Yes." He said, "Graduate scholar Huang Cheng is solely responsible for the peace negotiation."

Miss Jun smiled, and the smile turned into sarcasm again.

"I see," she said finally.

If not, what else can they do? The temple is high and the country is a major event, so what can these small people do.

The shopkeeper sighed again.

"I'll send you the latest news." He said in a low voice, and Shi Li left.

Miss Jun sat in the room for a long time without moving.

"I really shouldn't..." she murmured, "I really shouldn't have just died like that. I really should have killed him. I didn't kill such a waste. What a failure."

She thought about something, but felt blank again.

There were footsteps outside the door.

"Miss Jun." Madam Yu's voice sounded from outside.

Miss Jun answered, the thick curtain was raised, and Mrs. Yu walked in.

She was still wearing the flowered jacket given by the women in the village. After a few days of recuperation, her feet had healed and she could move freely.

After recovering, Miss Jun watched her recover.

She will be able to walk when she is cured, and she will forget about it.

"Madam Yu." She stood up and said, "Let me prepare. We will set off for Daming Mansion tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Madam Yu looked at her and shook her head.

"No, Miss Jun." She said, "I don't plan to go to Daming Mansion anymore, I want to go to another place."