C179 The Nation will Not be Destroyed(1)

No one knew the blood was fake. The night before yesterday, Ji Cheng had delivered it to the pavilion. He was waiting for the envoy to act. "Brother Zhu." Fu Ting grabbed Zhu Hua's hand and twitched his mouth miserably. "His Majesty forced him to go and negotiate..." As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into Zhu Hua's arms.

"My God..." Chang De's sharp voice immediately howled, "He only recovered for a few days, and he fell again."

Everyone carried Fu Ting back with all their might. The soldiers silently stood in the courtyard and waited until the retinue rushed over and chased them away. "Go back, all of you. I'm here. Go back first."

Hearing that the retinue had come, Fu Ting's ghost gave Zhu Hua a look and pulled the blanket into the mosquito net.

"Zhu Hua?" The door was knocked lightly. Zhu Hua looked at Fu Ting, who was still waving at him, and shook his head. "He's here..." He promised to go out and closed the door behind him, indicating that he should not be alarmed.

"How is it? I heard that you vomited blood again?" The people on the bridle road had already asked about the matter clearly. At that moment, other than being worried about Fu Ting, they also felt despair towards Emperor Zhou Wen. "If you had known earlier that His Majesty had such intentions, why would you have rushed down the river to save him? He... he's really stupid. "

"That Majesty of ours, hmph!" Zhu Hua snorted coldly. "That day outside Zhongdu City, his mother and his wife were kidnapped, but he didn't even say a word about going back to save them. A heartless lord still hopes to treat Ting well? " He paused for a while before answering the lackey's question. "What else can he do? You still don't know his temper. He's the same as his father, and he's naturally bent on seeking death... "

Hu Lian slowly touched the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down. "Now that I think about it, that Ji Cheng is not a tyrant. According to my understanding, he is completely different from the other princes. He is also good to the people. " If he served Emperor Zhou Wen, who was a fool, he would not be as good as Ji Cheng.

"We can't let him hear that." Zhu Hua quickly whispered, "We can't even mention that person now. Manor Lord, don't think of using this to persuade him."

Hu Lai sighed, "What His Majesty said makes sense. The civilians don't want to fight and the soldiers don't want to fight. However, when the country is about to fall, a scholar like him..." He shook his head and sighed, "If it was someone else, I'm afraid it would be easier to persuade him. His father died in the capital. It is difficult to convince him to surrender now. "

These words made Zhu Hua happy. The most worried lackey no longer needed to be persuaded, so there was nothing difficult about it. However, he still had to continue acting. "The manor lord has a plan. Now that things have become like this, do you have any good suggestions?"

"We must talk about it. We are all His Majesty's subjects. If His Majesty is determined to argue, it will be useless." Hu Lai quickly analyzed the situation. "As for Ting Zhizhi, no one can persuade him. He has to figure it out himself." He paused for a moment. "Right now, His Majesty only has him by his side, and the people by his side cannot be sent out to hide themselves. As long as he is alive, the matter of him making an envoy will definitely fall on his head. "

"Isn't it equivalent to saying it for nothing?" Zhu Hua raised his eyebrows. Without waiting for him to figure it out, he understood everything better than anyone else. "Is the manor lord determined to help His Majesty? To let Lord Fu bear the bad reputation of a lifetime?"

Hu Lai pursed his lips and shook his head. "The soldiers all have eyes, and so does the historical officials. There are some things that need not be said by us. Naturally, the people will know and the world will know."

Then, I am relieved. Zhu Hua laughed from the bottom of his heart. Since Hu Lai had said that he would not care about the mouths of the soldiers, he would just wait and see.

As the saying goes, good things do not go out and bad things spread far and wide. However, one day, the entire Dali city knew that Emperor Zhou Wen wanted to surrender. Fu Si stopped him with tears in her eyes. On that day, a group of scholars dressed in sackcloth knelt outside the government office, holding the memorial tablet of Old Zhong. They cried, "The Son of Heaven guards the country. The king dies and the country dies. The country dies and the bones remain. Their heads are broken and their backbone is broken. " "The stone can be broken, but it cannot be broken. The pill can be grinded, but it cannot be taken away." Like this.

Emperor Zhou heard it, but he remained unmoved. No one knew the current situation better than him. Even an emperor would laugh his teeth off. What kind of emperor was a person without weapons and officials? No, he still had an official, the most important official. If he wanted to live, he wanted his son to live, so he could only rely on this last bit of reliance. To find a way out for himself.

Emperor Zhou Wen threw caution to the wind.

The entire plan was planned by the Talisman Pavilion, but the details needed to be arranged by Ji Cheng. Today, it was enough to see Ji Cheng's sincerity. The Talisman Pavilion's leader was well-informed while hiding in the room. The situation was going according to their plan. She was very satisfied. Apart from this, she was even more satisfied with Emperor Zhou Wen's persistence. When she thought of this, she was a little speechless. If Emperor Zhou Wen had the same imposing manner as he was now, how could Great Zhou have died?

It seemed like the old saying was right. There were people who did not want to live, but no one was unafraid of death.

This plan was actually Han Jiang's words that alerted her. Han Jiang was right. If she didn't make this arrangement and waited for Ji Cheng's army to fight to the bottom of the river and then surrender, everyone in the world would be able to destroy the Fu Family with just a little spit. Destroy her.

Words were truly terrifying things. However, since words could destroy him, why not use words to help him instead? In this era, there were no newspapers, no television, and no internet. The so-called public opinion was actually just a rumor. The ordinary people could not say that they were ugly. They wanted to make use of the public opinion. They had to rely on the scholars of the world.