Entering October, the chill in the north is already obvious, manifested in the clothing, that is, most people are wearing jackets, and the rich will be lined with some white cotton produced in the Western Regions or the south, if it is a poor family, then you can only find some broken kudzu and the like, but it is better than wearing a piece of cloth, isn't it?

The sky was overcast, and the north wind had not yet reached the time of the big blow, but from time to time it came up for a while, and it burrowed into the neck coldly, making people shiver. At this moment, Wu Baihu, who is on the road, feels like this, the new winter coat has not yet been issued, and the iron-inlaid leather armor is attached to his body, not only does not block the wind, but also exudes a coolness, so that he can only keep stomping his feet and scolding in his mouth.

"Old Wu, what's on duty?" I was really afraid of something, and a familiar voice came into his ears, making him subconsciously want to dodge, but his feet were disobedient, not only did he turn around obediently, but he also had a stiff smile on his face.

"Ding Ding's big boss, is this out of the city?"

"Yes, go on a business trip with a distinguished guest and sell some iron tools to Mobei." Ding Yingwen approached him, and stuffed a handful of things while he was unprepared, and he could roughly guess how much it was without weighing it, this filial piety should make him smile, but Wu Baihu listened to his words, and took it in his hand in a daze, feeling that his brain had frozen into mud.

Ironware! It's only been a few months since the ban on iron was promulgated, and all the Han people avoided it, this person actually carried a horse in a grand car, and wanted to transport it out of the capital, I really don't know if he is crazy or crazy? Ding Yingwen knew that the amount of information was a bit large as soon as he saw his expression, this relationship was accumulated over many years, and it couldn't be scrapped so easily, didn't that mean that all the previous investments were wasted.

"Lao Wu, what do you think, look at this, the concession I just got from the palace, legal business." While showing it to him, Ding Yingwen also deliberately emphasized it, and Wu Baihu was trembling when he heard it.

However, when the paper was placed in front of him, his spirit suddenly became much stronger, and as the guardian of the city gate, this kind of paper was certainly not unfamiliar. It uses Mongolian and Chinese characters respectively, indicating that the Ding official in front of him has the power to go to various cities in Mongolia, including salt, iron, tea, porcelain, etc., and the bright red seal seems to be a little sticky, Wu Baihu glanced at the sky, and knew that this time it was true.

"Congratulations to the owner, who is that nobleman?" Wu Baihu returned the paper, and the person suddenly seemed to come to life, he pointed to a figure in the horse team, and asked cautiously.

"Mongol master." Ding Yingwen pretended to whisper mysteriously, and Wu Baihu immediately made a look of understanding, it turned out that he had climbed up to the Mongols, no wonder he could do such a top-notch business. According to this calculation, it is already very possible for the Ding family to rise again, look at the people, any people of three religions and nine streams can climb up, the Mongols, the Semu people, the Han people and even the Song people in the south, Wu Baihu thought of this, and suddenly the land was a spirit, and the matter was over?

With this order, it is naturally much faster to go out of the city to check something, and there is no need for Wu Baihu to order, the Han soldiers under his command who were fed by the Ding family symbolically uncovered the cloth and glanced at it, and then waved their hands and let them go.

In order to organize the supply of goods, this trip was postponed for many days, and it was not until today that the trip was completed, and more than a month has passed since Liu Yu and their accident. In the entire horse team, not only Ding Yingwen is the master, but he will also return with them, the harvest of this trip is so great that he is very excited, of course, he will definitely not show it at this moment, the look of disdain on the horse, there is no need to disguise at all, who will dare to ask?

The division of labor between the two is very clear, before entering Mobei, on the territory of the Yuan people, Ding Yingwen used this edict obtained in the palace to deal with it. Wu Baihu only recognized the seal of Chinese characters, but in fact, the real value was the small and inconspicuous small seal composed of a few crooked Mongolian characters, which was the private seal of Empress Chabi, which could basically solve most of the troubles he encountered.

Then the rest of the trouble will depend on the relationship between getting rid of the flowers, not only in the controlled area of Haidu, but also near the Mongolian homeland, he has deep connections. Most of the small and medium-sized tribes are actually wavering, whoever is more threatening will fall to whom, and when the wind direction changes, they can change their faces faster than turning a book, and the festival is the most worthless thing on the prairie, and the end of looking too heavy is basically the death of the clan.

"Well, so-and-so will go first, and he will invite you to drink when he comes back and say goodbye." Seeing that the horse team was all over, Ding Yingwen arched his hand at him, Wu Baihu hurriedly stepped forward and rushed to help him get on the horse, this diligence didn't even catch up with his little servant, Ding Yingwen of course knew what he was thinking, and accepted it calmly with a reserved face.

"Have a nice trip."

Speaking auspicious words, Wu Baihu sent them and his party to the official road to the north, looking at it, the whole horse team was very long, just out of the city took a small half an hour, the scale of this trip is not small, and the income is abundant. The key is to open up the relationship in the palace again, and I am afraid that this day will be even better than before, because the biggest competitors are said to have had accidents one after another, Wu Baihu was frightened by his own thoughts, and his neck was swishing with cold air.

"Those who report good news avoid the road, and those who report well avoid the road."

There was an intermittent sound in the wind, and Wu Baihu suddenly heard it, but it was not very real, so he turned his head and headed in the direction where the sound came from. With the sound of horses' hooves, a bumpy shadow gradually became clear, the person who came was a small colonel dressed as a Han army, and he was a hundred households like himself, holding a small flag in his hand, and the word "Jie" loomed on the triangular flag.

When the sound arrived, Wu Baihu, who was originally standing in the middle of the road, hurriedly just moved a step outward, and when he came to ride, he grazed his body and galloped past. Before he came back to his senses, a sign was thrown down from the horse, and it fell into his arms, and he subconsciously grabbed it, it was a black sign painted with wood, and the word 'urgent delivery' was engraved on it in Yin, and he understood at once that the city gate did not need to be checked here, and he could ride straight into the city.

"Dog ~ mother's raised!" Thinking of the thrilling moment just now, Wu Baihu looked at the direction where the rider disappeared and spit out fiercely, just in that situation, if he was hit, he would die in vain, because it was the highest level of express Lubu Feijie!

In the Daming Hall of the Yuanren Palace, a court meeting is being held, because the officials of the various ministries are on the court, so the messenger of the good news is directly introduced into the palace, prostrate on the steps in front of the Daming Palace, waiting for the call inside.

"It's finally here."

Kublai Khan, who was lying on the couch, breathed a sigh of relief, but instead of sitting up in a hurry, he opened his eyes and glanced at the whispering courtiers, and those whom he swept away immediately shut up and made a solemn appearance, until the sound in the hall was so small that it was almost inaudible, and he slowly sat up.

This is the expectation of the Han ministers for him, the monarch should be happy and angry, and he can't let the courtiers below easily guess what you are thinking, he was a little tired at first, but after getting used to it, Kublai Khan discovered the wonders, and it only takes a look to make these people bow their heads to their ears, especially those Han people who are dedicated to figuring out the holy will.

Kublai Khan, suppressing the expectation in his heart, slowly picked up the letter, pretended to look at the seal on it, nodded to indicate that everything was in order, and then picked up a knife with an ivory handle and picked it along the seal, revealing a thick stack of paper inside.

Sure enough, the good news was sent jointly by Atahai and Zhenjin, using two languages, and Kublai Khan, the writer of the Chinese language, knew at a glance that it was his son, and he picked up the Mongolian one and slowly turned it over page by page. There was silence in the hall, only the slight rubbing sound of the paper being turned, time passed little by little, and the courtiers below were looking forward to it, regardless of Menghan, but there was no clue from the expression of the Great Khan, and only Hanchen Yao Shu, who was standing in the front row, keenly captured a trace of change under the calm of the Great Khan.

"Did the envoy say when the prince will return to Beijing?" After reading it, Kublai Khan put down the letter with an unchanged face and asked.

"Qi Qi Great Khan, the people who came said that the prince set off after him, about two days away, and he could reach Dadu the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Hearing the officer's answer, Kublai Khan nodded, then picked up the other letter in Chinese and handed it to the lieutenant in front of the imperial throne.

"Yao Pingzhang."

"The old minister is here."

"Read it out."

Yao Shu received the order, stood in the middle of the hall out of class, and took the letter from the lieutenant, and the words on it made his hand tremble suddenly, this is the handwriting of his student Prince Zhenjin, even if he closes his eyes, he can recognize it.

The content of the good news made him even more excited, as he read out the contents of the letter one by one in a somewhat aging tone, the court suddenly boiled, and when the letter was finished, Yao Shu turned his head and bowed down, and all kinds of people who followed him were not to be left behind, and the voices of praise rose one after another.

"Congratulations to the Great Khan."

"Won the war."

"This is a great victory!"

Kublai Khan accepted the congratulations of the hundred officials with a smile on his face, but his heart was full of mixed feelings, and when they finished doing it one by one, he waved his hand slightly reservedly.

"The day after tomorrow, the prince will return to Beijing, and hundreds of officials will go out of the suburbs to greet him, and you will discuss the specific matters with Lian Xixian."

After the dispersal of the dynasty, the courtiers retreated like a tide, and Yao Shu, who was walking behind, glanced at the Great Khan on the throne, and still didn't say anything after all, but he knew very well in his heart that things were not so simple.

Kublai Khan sat there in silence, looking at the empty hall, there was no joy on his face, and quietly he felt his hand being held, and when he turned his head, the queen wearing the traditional Mongolian crown stood in front of him with a smile.

"I heard that there is good news in Liaodong, and I came to congratulate the Great Khan."

"The news is coming, but it's not necessarily good." Kublai Khan pulled her to sit down and handed her the Mongolian letter, and Chabi leaned on her husband's shoulder and looked at the papers with one hand, and at last her expression slowly faded.

This is indeed a great victory, Atahai with 200,000 people, it took only a month to attack the hinterland of the host kings, the two sides launched a decisive battle on the Songnen Plain, the host kings coalition army of more than 100,000 people were defeated, the reputation is second only to the head of the Hechi Wen tribe of the queen Hadan Balugan died in battle, the rest scattered and fled, captured more than 10,000 heads, and seized countless cattle and sheep, Naiyan only spared, with the remnants of the mountains into the mountains.

"What do you think, Chabi?" Kublai Khan looked at his wife's expression with great interest and thought of testing her.

"If you run away, this battle will be in vain."

In Chabi's words, a woman can see that few of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces can understand it, but the matter has come to this, what else can be done? At least on the surface, there will be no more big mess in Liaodong, Kublai Khan pulled his wife into his arms, bowed his head and whispered in her ear.

"When the real gold comes back, I will"

When Chabi suddenly heard this, she hurriedly raised her head, but what she saw was her husband's resolute eyes, and she knew that no matter how much she persuaded her, it was useless, so she had to snuggle tightly into his arms and enjoy this rare moment.