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"May I ask the envoy, after surrendering, will I have a way out?"

"I do not know."

Zhao Jia simply shook his head.

"We'll have to wait until we enter the capital to see how His Majesty decides."

After speaking, Zhao Jia looked at this person and asked, "Which family do you belong to?"

"Fan Yang Lu's."

There was a sympathetic expression on the face of the Zhao family.

"I don't know about other families, but your family probably won't survive."

It was Lu Zhengyang of the Lu family of Fanyang who wrote the essay scolding the emperor at the beginning.

Chapter 453 Two Messages

A fact that has to be faced.

The weak have no right to speak.

In the case of disparity in power between the two parties, the weaker party is not qualified to negotiate terms, because the other party can destroy you at any time.

These Northern Zhou clans are like this now, and the crimes they bear have fallen into the hands of the officers and soldiers. At this time, Zhao Jia came to persuade them to surrender, not an insult, but a genuine kindness.

All the people present, except for Fan Yang Lu's speaker, who looked ashen and defeated, everyone else lowered their heads.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Guo, the patriarch of Hongnong Yang's family, looked up at Zhao Jia.

"My lord, if surrender is death, we can't be better off fighting for a chance."

The so-called ray of hope is to disperse and flee. There are more than 1 people left here. As long as they disperse and flee, about [-]% of the lucky ones will survive and become survivors.

If there is no way to survive in Beijing, they can only do so.

Zhao Jia looked indifferent.

He put his hands into his sleeves and looked around at the unkempt people in the tent.

"Originally, this matter has nothing to do with me. Whether you surrender or not, the credit will not fall on me, but it seems that you are still polite, and I will show you a way to survive."

Yang Guo bowed his head respectfully.

"My envoy, please tell me."

"Now bind yourself to Beijing."

Zhao Jia's face was calm: "Nanjiang wants you to die here and become a stain on His Majesty. Of course, whether you have died here or not, they will use this to spread rumors to discredit His Majesty, so as to achieve their goal. Purpose."

"You couldn't have survived anyway."

Zhao Jia lowered his brows and said, "But if you can serve as the mouthpiece for the imperial court and wipe away this stain on Your Majesty, although you won't be able to continue to be a domineering family, saving your life shouldn't be a problem."

This is the war of public opinion.

These aristocratic families of the Northern Zhou Dynasty have written books for generations and said that although they are now in decline, they still have a certain status in the "academic circle". Li Shidao's reputation publicized the emperor's immorality.

But the Hongnong Yang family, the Boling Cui family and even the Xingyang Zheng family do not lack great Confucian scholars, let alone celebrities. These are the foundations they rely on to maintain their existence. A celebrity comes out.

Therefore, these people also have a certain right to speak.

What Zhao Jia meant was that they could only act as imperial literati for the imperial court, and they would have to save their lives.

Yang Guo lowered his head.

"Envoy, please allow us to discuss and discuss."

Zhao Jia chuckled, didn't speak, but walked directly outside the tent.

"Before dawn tomorrow, if you don't reply, then no one can blame you."

With that said, the young man imitated Li Xin with his sleeves in his hands, and walked out of the tent.

At this time, the moon is in the sky.

Walking outside, feeling the increasingly piercing chill, Zhao Jia tightened his clothes, looked in the direction of the capital, and thought secretly.

"It seems that... I can't keep up with Lord Hou's marriage."

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Beijing.

Time has entered the twelfth lunar month, which is the last month of the first year of Taikang.

This day is the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there is still one day before the sacrificial day of the late emperor.

The sky was overcast, with a few cold drops of rain falling from time to time, mixed with some snowflakes.

The weather is getting cold.

A purple carriage slowly drove into the imperial city from Yonganmen.

The stove was lit in the carriage, and it wasn't particularly cold. There were two young men sitting on either side of the stove, a man and a woman. The woman pulled the young man's sleeve and said softly, "I'll leave the palace later, you go to my place." , let’s continue cooking hot pot.”

They are the Marquis of Jing'an and Princess Qinghe.

Li Xin was stretching out his hands to warm himself up, when he heard this, he said helplessly, "If I can leave the palace at normal time, I will go to your place."

During this period of time, Li Xin has been staying in the capital. Apart from contacting the old man Ye, he spends a lot of time in Princess Qinghe's mansion, talking to his fiancée. Today, the two of them were cooking at home. Hot pot, but an imperial decree called Li Xin into the palace.

When Li Xin entered the palace, Princess Jiu didn't want to stay at home, so she followed Li Xin's carriage into the palace and was going to visit the Empress Dowager.

Ninth Princess frowned slightly.

"It's only noon now, Brother Huang, what's the matter that he can discuss with you for so long?"

Li Xin smiled: "I mean just in case, if you can't get out of the palace later, I'll have someone deliver a letter to you."

He knew very well in his heart that at this juncture, Emperor Taikang issued an order to summon him, then something must have happened.

Originally, Li Xin's carriage was not allowed to enter Yong'an Gate, but with the princess on board, the two of them entered Yong'an Gate smoothly. The door parted.

One went to the Kunde Palace of the Empress Dowager, and the other went to the Weiyang Palace of the Emperor Taikang.

After a stick of incense, Li Xin, led by the eunuch, met Emperor Taikang in the warm hall of Weiyang Palace.