The Jurchens have withdrawn!

Tokyo City is safe!

At the Baimajin Ferry, groups of Jurchen soldiers were listless and crossed the river one after another, and the army went north, with no end in sight.

At the head of Huazhou City, seeing the boundless Jurchen army crossing the river, Zong Ze turned his head and looked deeply in the direction of Tokyo City in the southwest.

"Wang Tiegun, the old man has been a generation of thousands of Song people, thank you!"

The Song soldiers on the city wall hugged each other and cried, cheering, and the city was lively.

"Old general, do you want to take someone to chase and kill for a while, and let these fans have a long memory?"

Yao Duan looked at the Jurchen army slowly moving away in the distance, and his eyes were particularly unwilling.

"Wound a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred, there is no need for that."

Zong shook his head and said: "After a bloody battle in Tokyo City for months, my Great Song Dynasty soldiers and civilians already have the heart, if Fanzi wants to invade my Great Song Dynasty again, I am afraid that it will never be as powerful as before."

"What my father said is very true!"

Zong Ying nodded and said: "Wang Tiegun led the loyal and righteous army under his command, and after a bloody battle, he repelled the Jin people, not to mention, but also aroused the blood of the people of my Great Song Dynasty." No matter how much the Jin people want to succeed, it depends on whether the people are willing or not!"

Yao Duan shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Yao Commander, to put it bluntly, there are only brothers who live and die together, and there are no incorruptible and shameless informants!"

Seeing that Yao Duan was still too late to speak, Zong Ze unconsciously frowned.

"Don't be angry, the old general, the subordinate is worried."

Yao Duan looked around, stepped forward and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that the official family will change its order every day, and the dirty people in the court will add fuel to the fire, and ruin this good situation." Besides, there is still an emperor in the city of Tokyo, who is in the prime of life, and everything can change. ”

Zong Ze sighed slightly, lowered his head, and went down the city wall alone.

"Commander Yao, why do you bother?"

Zong Ying said in a low voice: "No one knows about the court, if you say it, I'm afraid my father will be worried again!"

Yao Duan was stunned and couldn't speak anymore.

In the city of the Daimyo's Mansion, Zhao Gou was stunned when he saw countless Jurchen armies heading north, and the scholars and doctors next to him were all blue and extremely ugly.

In the castle of the Daimyo's Mansion, there are endless cheers and weepings, and everyone on the streets, in front of the Temple of Literature, in personal residences, shops, and even green buildings, everyone is bowing to the gods and thanking the Bodhisattva for his blessing.

"Wang Tiegun, the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!"

An old man knelt down in the street, kowtowed three times, wept bitterly, and shouted to the sky, causing a burst of echo from the surrounding people.

"Fanzi burned, killed and looted, the crime was monstrous, it was Wang Tiegun who saved us!"

"Wang Tiegun has made a great contribution, let's go to the temple to burn incense for him, and wish him a long life and many blessings!"

Compared with the liveliness of the people outside the city, Zhao Gou, Huang Qianshan and others on the city wall were stunned, Zhao Gou was not guarded, and several henchmen and ministers went down the city wall like walking corpses and returned to the main hall.

"Who is this Wang Song, so bold and reckless, doing such and such a thing?"

After a long time, Zhao Gocai's face turned pale and asked through gritted teeth.

The generalissimo of soldiers and horses, with more than 100,000 people, the Jurchen army retreated, and had not yet entered the land of Gyeonggi, how could the official family spare him.

"This Wang Songwang iron spear, is a vulgar village Han in Henan Province, I don't know when to gather such a loyal army, the dog is bold, killed Wang Xiang, the governor of the West Road, and his subordinates, and was able to enter the king of Jingqin."

Huang Qianshan frowned, his eyes were dull, and his answer was listless.

He was originally the prefect of Hejian, if the official family asked him to go to Hejian Mansion again, deal with the Jurchens, and regain the lost territory, he would have lived to the end.

Wang Boyan is relatively calmer.

Song Jin made peace, the Jurchen army retreated, the imperial court issued an edict, the marshal's mansion was dissolved, he was the governor of Xiangzhou, the official was reinstated, and it was his student who made a force in the court.

"King Kang don't worry, all the soldiers and horses in the world, those who cross the Yellow River and Qin the king, only Zong Ze is one, and the rest of the folk rabble are all dismissed. My Great Song Dynasty rules the world with benevolence and filial piety, and after His Royal Highness King Kang goes back, he begged for reprimand, and he must be fine. ”

Wang Boyan looked at Huang Qianshan and said in a low voice: "Besides, His Royal Highness King Kang, Huang Xianggong, and Geng Nanzhong are also in the Marshal's Mansion, and their people are emperors, even if the official family wants to deal with you and others, they have to take care of Geng Nanzhong." Otherwise, it will attract tongues, and the two of them will not have to worry about it. ”

Zhao Gou's face softened a little, and he nodded and said, "So, thank you Xianggong Wang."

Huang Qianshan forced a smile and said in a low voice: "Thank you Xianggong Wang."

Geng Nanzhong is the master of Zhao Huan's East Palace, if Zhao Huan wants to deal with Zhao Gou, Huang Qianshan and others, he will definitely not be able to avoid Geng Nanzhong, the court situation has just calmed down, I believe that Zhao Huan will definitely calm down and maintain the stability of the court.

A person came in outside, whispered a few words in Wang Boyan's ear, and gently retreated.

Wang Boyan raised his head and smiled.

"Your Highness, Huang Xianggong, don't worry. There was a rumor in the DPRK that Huang Qianshan and Huang Xianggong would go to Zhaozhou to take up the post of governor. His Royal Highness King Kang wants to return to the capital, fined him for half a year, and save his body for three provinces. ”

Zhao Gou and Huang Qianshan were both shocked, and Zhao Gou said in a trembling voice: "Wang Xianggong, is this matter serious?"

"Your Highness, eight or nine are not far from ten."

Wang Boyan smiled: "Didn't His Highness realize that Geng Nanzhong is no longer in the Daimyo's Mansion?"

Zhao Gou was stunned, and sure enough, since the previous two days, he had never seen any trace of Geng Nanzhong.

Entering the city of Tokyo, all the way was full of cheering people, the shouts of "Wang Tiegun" and "Saibawang" were endless, Geng Nanzhong suddenly felt like a dream, and quickly sobered himself up.

Since the news of the Song-Jin peace conference came, Geng Nanzhong left the Daimyo's Mansion as soon as possible, paid out of his own pocket, hired a passenger ship, and traveled to Tokyo City under the stars.

If it weren't for the fact that the official Zhao Huan was his student, and he was familiar with Zhao Huan's temperament, Geng Nanzhong would never dare to return to Tokyo City.

Zhao Huan is indecisive, his ears are soft, and he can't listen to soft words, as long as he loves the horse and pretends to be like a little, Zhao Huan will definitely have nothing to do.

Of course, it's not enough to just pretend to be crazy and stupid, crying bitterly, there must be something shocking.

"Shangshu Zuo Cheng, and the servant Geng Nanzhong, I ask to see Your Majesty."

The forbidden army came to report, and Zhao Huan, who was in the Rui Si Palace, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly in his nose.

"I've been going for a few months, I'm afraid I've forgotten me as a king."

Zhao Huan was just about to say no, when Queen Zhu next to him stood up and walked out.

"Geng Xiang is not a bystander, but His Majesty's teacher, Your Majesty must be seen, besides, he is a civil servant, an old man, one does not know soldiers, and the other has no military power, and what can he do. The concubine retired first. ”

soft-hearted, but it gave the traitor a good opportunity to enter the house, how can it not make people feel heartbroken!

"Sinner Geng Nanzhong, meet Your Majesty! The old minister still thought that he would never see His Majesty again in this life!"

Geng Nanzhong came in, unkempt, shabby clothes, knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, and his gray hair made Zhao Huan's heart sour, and he stood up involuntarily.

The torment of the city of Tokyo for several months is indeed like a dream, life and death, but it is just a palm. Thinking of the kindness between teachers and students in the old days, Zhao Huan's tough expression couldn't be pretended, he sighed, waved his hand and said:

"Geng Xiang doesn't have to be polite, come here, show Geng Xiang."

Everything is a familiar script, but Geng Nanzhong is the best actor, he kneels on the ground, and the pain is fully revealed.

"Your Majesty, the old minister arrived in Hebei, sick in bed, coupled with the rampant bandits in Hebei, the Jin people rode to cover the road, and the messengers sent by the old minister were killed one after another, the old minister has the holy grace of His Majesty, and please punish Your Majesty."

His snot and tears fell together, and he trembled and wiped them with his dirty black hands, looking old.

The minister also persuaded His Royal Highness King Kang to enter King Qin, but the soldiers were weak and difficult to deploy, and occasionally they were able to make the trip, but they were all rushed by the Jin people. The old minister also urged the Marshal's Mansion to increase the troops of General Yu Zong, Your Majesty, the minister has a responsibility, and the minister deserves death! ”

"Okay, okay, Geng Xiang, hurry up."

Looking at Geng Nanzhong, who looked like a beggar in front of him, Zhao Huan was quite helpless: "Since this is the case, I will exempt you from responsibility, so take a seat quickly."

"Geng Xiang, you and Zhen are the rest of your lives!"

Zhao Huan looked at Geng Nanzhong and sighed, and the original thoughts of reproach and even derogatory dissipated.

"Geng Xiang, do you know, when the Jin people besieged the city, I was in this Bianliang City, every day was terrified, living like a year, and there was no one to talk to, now that I think about it, it is really like a different world, and it is unbearable to look back!"

The two said a few words of emotion, and Geng Nanzhong immediately changed the topic.

If he doesn't highlight his value anymore, maybe Zhao Huan will go back and think about it quietly at night, and he will have to abdicate and make way for Xian.

"The old minister came from Hebei, all the way, all the way to praise the voice of the king of Song, his people have a great contribution to my Great Song, such as the gods descending to earth, people are both shocked and sigh!"

Geng Nanzhong's words came into his ears, Zhao Huan's face immediately sank, and he said patiently: "It is normal for Wang to loosen the city of Tokyo and repel the Jurchen army, and he has made great contributions to the imperial court, and the people cheer."

Zhao Huan's slight expression changed, and Geng Nanzhong saw it, his disciple was upright and irritable, and sometimes he was a little narrow-minded, and he didn't know how.

He understood that he couldn't defeat the king iron spear in front of him, he just wanted to achieve his goal and stay in the center, so that Zhao Huan felt that he couldn't do without him.

As for the contest with Wang Song, as long as you stay in the political hall, there is a chance.

"Official, I have been in the Song Dynasty for a hundred years, the king and the scholars have ruled together, and now I have come to Wang Song, turning the tide and helping the generals of the Great Song Dynasty, and he has made outstanding achievements, so that he has become an important minister of the Son of Heaven from a grass people."

Geng Nanzhong suddenly changed his words, which caught Zhao Huan off guard.

"But have the officials thought about it, in the world of the Great Song Dynasty, the army and the people only know that there is Wang Song, but there is no king, and the old ministers are deeply worried when they see it."

Zhao Huan frowned, as if he was thinking, he paused for a moment, and asked softly: "In Geng's opinion, what should I do?"

Geng Nanzhong's heart was wide. As long as the emperor still needs his advice, he can shine again with the remaining shade.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Kang has returned to the court and is waiting for the decree outside the palace gate."

The palace people came in and reported: "King Kang knelt outside the palace, with his back bare, tied with thorns, saying that he had come to bear the guilt of the thorns. Wei Guifei knelt down beside her to accompany her, saying that she was pleading for His Royal Highness King Kang. ”

Zhao Huan couldn't help but be slightly stunned and shook his head gently.

"Let King Kang and Concubine Wei come in, and I will wait in the palace."