"Have you heard? The national teacher of Mongolia was killed by a thunderbolt from the Great Song Dynasty. ”

In the wine shop, a middle-aged man with a thin face has a mysterious face.

"Hey, of course I heard about it, this matter is spreading, where does the entire Great Song Dynasty not know now?"

The tone of the guests in the restaurant was full of excitement.

For many years, the Great Song Dynasty faced the Jin State and the Mongols, and was known for its weakness.

took the initiative to pay tribute to the barbarians, and such a shameful thing appeared in the Great Song Dynasty, which made everyone feel ashamed.

And defeat after defeat on the battlefield. It makes people think of scolding their mothers.

They don't care about the specific reasons for the defeat on the battlefield, they only know that the country has been defeated again, the taxes of the Great Song Dynasty have increased again, and their lives are getting worse and harder, so they will only scold their mothers behind their backs.

And today, the head of the Mongolian national division was brought back, which is enough to make everyone raise their eyebrows.

"It's not just the head of the Mongolian national teacher, I heard that there is also the head of a prince, that is the descendant of the Golden Family, and the blood of Genghis Khan is in his body. ”

"Such a great achievement, I want to add the lord of Xiangyang City to the knighthood, this is the first time since the founding of the country such a huge victory. ”

The shopkeeper joined the discussion excitedly.

"Phew!"

But it caused a middle-aged man in a scholarly robe next to him to snort disdainfully, and he said with disdain: "Using swords and soldiers in Bian Guang to kill a national teacher and prince of Mongolia is to provoke a war between the two countries without authorization, and to put the Great Song Dynasty in a disadvantageous place." ”

"I really don't understand why His Majesty the Emperor didn't cut off the head of the city lord of Xiangyang City, and sent it to Mongolia to quell the monstrous anger of Mongolia. ”

The middle-aged scholar looked angry, as if the city lord of Xiangyang City had dug up his family's ancestral grave.

His words that were completely different from everyone's point of view, and even contrary to them, made everyone present a little angry.

But this group of people didn't know much information, and they wanted to refute it, but they didn't know where to start, and they were on the spot for a while, and their faces were a little ugly.

At this time, a middle-aged wealthy businessman slapped the table angrily, stood up directly, and said: "Mongolia goes south every year, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil, every time it goes south, the people of the border pass cry and wail, and the corpses are all over the field, and they take the initiative to seek justice for them, and seek justice for the Great Song Dynasty, and there is still a mistake." ”

"If that's wrong, what's the reason?"

"Not bad!"

"Brother said it well!"

"If the Tartar does not die, my heart will not be at peace for a day. ”

A group of people rejoiced, but the middle-aged scholar scoffed and mocked: "What's the use of you arguing here? All the prime ministers of this dynasty have already written to impeach the city lord who used the sword and soldiers in vain, and have written to ask for the death of the city lord of Xiangyang and appease the anger of the Mongols. ”

"What? How can this be?"

"The soldiers at the border are fighting bloodily, and the imperial court will take the initiative to kill the meritorious soldiers, what is this?"

"Isn't that celestial man at the border pass? He will protect the border soldiers. ”

Faced with the arguments of these ninth-rate people, the middle-aged scholar smiled disdainfully.

A group of unpopular characters are just talking about the government here, and he doesn't bother to argue with these people who don't know a few big words.

If it weren't for the praise of the celestials and the city lord of Xiangyang City, he wouldn't have bothered to argue with them.

The shopkeeper looked surprised and said in surprise: "Is this really the case?"

The middle-aged scholar stood up, brushed his sleeves with a sneer, and said, "Isn't Yue Fei's lesson enough? ”

He left directly and no longer communicated with this group of ninth-rate people, thinking that communicating with them would be insulting to others.

The rich merchant, Xiao Er, and the middle-aged man who spoke before were full of worries, but with their status and status, they couldn't see the princes of the Manchu Dynasty at all, and they couldn't get in touch with the situation that caused the world.

Fairness and justice can only exist in their hearts, but there is no way to really put it into practice.

The emaciated middle-aged man who was the first to talk about this matter sighed, shook his head, and said, "I don't want to believe it intellectually, but it may be true." ”

The shopkeeper and the wealthy merchant looked surprised, and at the same time, a sadness rose in their hearts for no reason.

This kind of thing happened not a lot in the Great Song Dynasty, they have already experienced a lot, and intellectually they think that such a thing is very likely to occur, because it is not the first case.

But psychologically, it is difficult for them to agree with such an idea, hoping that Da Song will have some different changes after the heavenly man comes into the world.

Now it seems that even the heavens and men have not changed the situation of the Great Song, and the Great Song is still the original Great Song.

At this moment, the shopkeeper greeted the door and said, "Shopkeeper, you're back." ”

The shopkeeper with a rich face and a big belly laughed and said excitedly: "His Majesty the Emperor has ordered that 100,000 elite soldiers rush to the border pass, vowing to fight to the death with the Mongolian Tatars, and the person who commands the army is the city lord of Xiangyang." ”

"What a happy event!"

"Sure enough, Your Majesty won't let me down. ”

"There is still justice and justice in the world!"

A group of people were cheering, and the middle-aged scholar who had not yet completely walked out of the store paused, looked in the direction of the palace, and said sadly: "How can this be? This is consuming the national fortune of the Great Song Dynasty, how can Your Majesty be so unwise? How can you let a warrior lead an army of 100,000 alone?"

A group of people didn't bother to care about this middle-aged scholar, and the rich shopkeeper said excitedly: "I'm happy today, all the accounts are free." ”

There was another round of cheers in the restaurant.

And in the center of Lin'an City, in that thick and majestic palace.

Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Yun had a ruddy complexion, and his originally rich body was thinner, but compared with before, he did not look weak, but was more capable and stronger.

This is the effect of drinking a glass of Jiaolong Neidan wine every day, which makes the emperor feel satisfied.

He casually threw a piece of music to his feet, and instructed the eunuch beside him: "Burn all these, look upset." ”

In front of him, there were impeachment notes piled up to more than half a person's height, and it was the impeachment of Guo Jing, the lord of Xiangyang City, by the civil officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

"Yes!"

The two little eunuchs skillfully moved the half-human-high fold away, and it was obviously not the first time to watch their movements.

Since the death of the Mongol national teacher and the Mongol prince, there have been many such twists and turns, and they are very common.

After emptying the table of the papers, Zhao Yun took out another secret report from Xiangyang from the eunuch's hand and checked it carefully.

It took a long time to breathe a sigh of relief, put the secret report from the eight-hundred-mile rush on the table, and sighed: "The way the celestial people march and fight is very different from what I waited for. ”

The old eunuch stood to the side, like a sculpture, without any expression.