In March, the capital of Jinguo, Tianhui, the warm breath has also arrived as scheduled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was an ordinary day.

When the convoy passed by the fields on the side of the road, it paused slightly, and the people in the big car in the center lifted the curtain and looked out into the green fields, where there were kneeling peasants on the side of the road and between the heavens and the earth.

So the man in the car lowered the curtain again: "Let's go." ”

The convoy and the escorting army continued on their way.

The queue spread, the dragon flag was displayed, and the person sitting in the carriage was the Emperor Wanyan Wu Qimai who had returned to the palace, he was fifty-nine years old this year, dressed in mink, huge as an old bear, and his eyes were slightly drowsy. Originally long in the charge, arms can save the wind and thunder, but now he is also old, the wounds left on the battlefield in his early years are entangled with him in the past two years, so that the Jurchen emperor, who was stable and benevolent in internal governance after ascending the throne, is occasionally a little irritable, and occasionally, he begins to remember the past.

"I remember that when Fang Zaitianhui lived, there were not so many fields here, and the palace was not big. I often come out to see that there are not so many chariots and horses, and I don't necessarily ask people to kneel down at every turn, saying that I am afraid of assassins, I have killed countless people, and I am afraid of assassins. ”

As the old man spoke, Wanyan Zongfu in the carriage nodded and said, "However, the country is big, and there must be some prestige and attention slowly, otherwise, I am afraid it will be difficult to manage." ”

"Look at the emperor of the Wu Dynasty, he is also particular, and he can't be eaten." Wu Qimai said, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't you care, I'm too idle, I wish there was an assassin to come and do it." ”

"My uncle's martial arts have never been put down, and my nephew has seen it in the school field yesterday." Sosuke said.

"The school field is open, and the target will not fight back. After all, my skills are wasted. Recently, my body has been full of illnesses, and I am getting old. ”

Among the sons of Aguta, the eldest son passed away at the earliest, and the second son Zongwang was originally a stunning figure, in the southern and northern wars, he also died of old injuries a few years ago, and now the third son Zongfu and the fourth son Zongbi are the leaders, Zongfu's temperament is benevolent and kind, and Wu Qimai likes him relatively. In the chat, the carriage and horses entered the city, Wu Qimai lifted the curtain and looked out for a while, the bustling city outside, including the whole land, was supported by his twelve years of hard work, if he hadn't been the emperor, these twelve years, he should have been charging into battle and conquering the city in high spirits.

"Sticky Han is also old." After looking at it for a while, Wu Qimai said so.

Sosuke bowed his head: "The two uncles are in good health, and they can have at least twenty years of high spirits." When the time comes, when our Jin Kingdom has ruled the world, the two uncles will be able to settle down and enjoy the blessings. ”

"That's what you say...... Serve the old. Wu Qimai waved his hand, "The Han people have a saying, if the clay pot is not broken from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle, even if he is lucky not to die, half of his life is also on the battlefield." Rong Ma has no regrets in his life, but it is not surprising that he is fifty years younger than me when he is sixty years old, and he suddenly went that day. Old nephew, there are only a few mountains in the world. ”

Zongfu listened respectfully, and Wu Qimai leaned back in his chair and recalled the past: "When I started with my brother, it was just those mountains, chickens and dogs smelling each other, cutting trees and mopping water, fishing and hunting, and they were just these people. This world ...... Knocked down, there are few people left. I see the bird slave once a year, and he still has that stinky temper...... He's got a bad temper, but ah, it's not going to get in the way of you juniors. Don't worry, tell Ah Si, he can rest assured. ”

"Yes." Sosuke said.

"It makes sense to let Sticky Han be there at the beginning, and there aren't many of us in the first place...... There is also a vulture (Wanyan Xiyin), I know that Ah Si is afraid of him, alas, speaking of which, he is your uncle, what are you afraid of, the vultures are a character from heaven, his cleverness, you have to learn. He beat Ah Si, which means that Ah Si is wrong, do you think he can fight anyone, but he can learn some fur, and it is enough to keep it...... You young people, over the years, have learned a lot of bad things......"

Wu begged to babble, shaking his head and sighing, just like every old man's hatred for the depravity of young people. Sosuke listened, nodding his head from time to time to be taught. All the way back to the palace, Wu Qimai was going to start reviewing the folds and sending Zongfu out, and after Zongfu returned to the palace, Zongbi came. This year, Zong Bi was thirty-seven years old, and belonged to the most high-spirited radicals among the young generation of the Jurchens, a few years ago, Zong Fu sat in the East Route Army, Zong Bi was the vanguard, and the wanton killing, raiding, and slaughter of the city in the south of the Yangtze River were mostly from his handwriting, and now the notoriety of the "Four Princes' Golden Vulture Technique" is also faintly gaining momentum in the south.

Sosuke relayed Wu Qimai's words to him.

Wushu has been a stubborn person since he was a child, and he didn't hesitate after hearing it: "Uncle is old, he has been recuperating for twelve years, where did he receive the murderous aura on the battle array, and his brain is confused." Now this country can be the same as the mountain village at the beginning, even if you want to be the same, can you be the same with the people behind you? He missed the good old days too much, and Sticky Han had already changed! ”

"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense."

"How can I talk nonsense, third brother, don't you think that I want to be the emperor to tell the truth, there will be a big battle between the eastern and western courts!" After he said this, he also felt that he was a little excessive, and arched his hand, "Of course, with Your Majesty here, this matter is still early." However, it is important to plan ahead. ”

Zong Fu said: "The fourth uncle is in the hunting ground this time, and he can still shoot a strong bow and dance knives and guns, although he has been a little sick recently, but it is fine. ”

The two brothers chatted for a while, and then talked about the strategy of recovering the Central Plains, and in the afternoon, the palace ban at the other end of the palace suddenly became strict, and an astonishing news came out.

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A few days later, in Datong, Xijing, on the side of the bustling street, in the "Little Jiangnan" restaurant, Tang Minjie was dressed in a blue dress, wearing a headscarf, holding a teapot, and running in the lively lobby on the second floor.

"Xiao Jiangnan" is both a restaurant and a teahouse, and it is a well-known location in Datong City. This shop is gorgeously decorated, it is said that the owner has the background of the upper Jurchen class, its first floor is close to the people, the second floor is relatively expensive, and there are many women in the back, and it is a place where the Jurchen nobles spend a lot of money. At this time, the second floor was full of storytelling and singing - martial arts stories and legends from the Central Plains were quite popular even in the north. Tang Minjie waited for the guests nearby, and then saw two noble merchants coming up and hurriedly went over to entertain them.

The two opened a private room facing the street, Tang Minjie followed in, introduced various dishes, and closed the door alone.

"Why did you come back so quickly......

Tang Minjie, who was standing at the table, was wiping the table enthusiastically with a towel while speaking in a low voice, and the person at the table was Lu Mingfang, who was now in charge of Northland affairs.

"Something will happen to you." Lu Mingfang smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Wu begged to buy a stroke."

"Dead?"

"Paralyzed."

"Okay, guest officer, you are waiting......"

Tang Minjie shouted loudly, turned around and went out, and after a while, he brought hot tea and appetizing pastries: "How serious?" ”

"I can't die for the time being, but it's enough to make the Jurchen chickens and dogs jump." Tang Minjie poured tea, Lu Mingfang picked up the teacup and put it to his mouth, "How are you here?" ”

"There are some clues, but it's not clear yet, but when this happens, it seems that you have to bite the bullet."

"Why do you think so?"

"Zong Han and Ah Guta's younger generation want to seize power."

"Infighting sounds like a good thing."

"Infighting can be compared to troops, but it can also be compared to merit."

Speaking in a low voice, the three of them were silent for a moment, and then, Lu Mingfang nodded: "After Tian Hu's incident, the teacher is no longer in seclusion, and the preparations for the Central Plains are almost ready, and Zongfu and they are already following, so it seems that it is ......."

"The Mongols mentioned by the teacher will make Zong Han more or less jealous." The man across the table.

"Even if they are afraid of our Huaxia Army, how much can they care?"

"I'll speed up the matter of the Great Courtyard." Tang Minjie whispered.

"Don't force it."

"Great!"

As the three of them spoke, on the street outside, a convoy passed by, and loud shouts sounded in front, and the pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides - if they were in the Central Plains at this time, the Jin State officials would go out on patrol, and the pedestrians on the road would have to bow down, but there was no such rule in the Jin Kingdom - this was Zong Han's convoy passing, and the three of them saw that the soldiers were gathered, and they did not speak again, Tang Minjie put the towel on his shoulders, and was about to turn away with a courteous smile, only halfway through, on the house diagonally opposite, someone stepped a few steps and jumped out.

The spring sun shines obliquely, and it looks dazzling. The figure simply swept over the corner of his eye, abrupt but resolute, in the sunshine, he rose up a thousand times.

And then it fell-

There was a bang, followed by screams, neighing horses, and chaotic sounds, and Tang Minjie, Lu Mingfang and the other three were stunned for a moment.

The pedestrians on the street reacted, and the voices below were also boiling......

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In the ninth year of Wu Jianshuo and the twelfth year of Tianhui, when the spring became stronger, the Central Plains was struggling in an embarrassing mud.

The Daqi regime, which was established by the Jurchens, is now a state of mountains and warlords, and the life of all forces is difficult and uneasy.

To be sure, the best life of the Great Qi court, as the nominal ruler of the Central Plains, may have been a few years after the first submission to the Jurchens. At that time, Liu Yu and others played the role of pure villains, looting, looting, conscription, digging people's graves, scraping people's fat and people's ointment, even if there was a three-year defeat in Xiaocanghe, at least the top was covered by the golden people, and the people in power could still live happily.

If it was in the history that belonged to the Song Dynasty, Liu Yu and others lived like this. Attached to the Jin State, he wholeheartedly suppressed the rebellion, searched for loyal people, sent troops to attack the south, and then cried to the north and asked for troops...... However, after the end of the battle of Xiaocanghe, everything became complicated.

Although on the surface it has been wantonly searching for and cleaning up the remnants of the Huaxia Army, but in private, everyone is as cautious as people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowledge, especially Liu Yu's side, one night after the black flag went, the remnants of the Huaxia Army who beat him in the dormitory made him nervous breakdown since then, and often woke up from his sleep every night, and during the day, he occasionally went crazy with the courtiers.

For these Chinese army spies, at the beginning, all parties reacted violently, and they were purged up and down, but later they all became silent and covered, thinking that the world would be peaceful as soon as they closed their eyes. In the past two years, Tian Hu, the most powerful, set out to pull out this thorn in his heart, and the ensuing counterattack also made everyone feel chills in their hearts.

Tian Hu's forces changed banners overnight.

The big owl, who had been entrenched north of the Yellow River for more than ten years, was silently executed.

Liu Yu went crazy at that time, and it is said that he was shouting, slashing and fleeing in the palace at night with a sword. Of course, not many people can be sure that such rumors are true.

During the more than ten years of war, even if the world was overturned, life still had to be passed, and the ragged people would gradually adapt to the miserable years. But in the Central Plains this year, many forces found themselves in the cracks of uneasiness.

In this world, if you judge by strength, it is natural that the Jurchens who dominate the world are today, and the emerging Dajin Kingdom has won all battles and looks down on everything. At the other end of the Jurchens seems to be the Wu Dynasty, which is struggling to survive and return to the light. However, since the overthrow of Tianhu's court last year, more and more information has come out from the rugged mountains in the southwest, and the most terrifying thing is that Mr. Ning is still alive.

No one confirmed all this positively, but the secret news was becoming more and more obvious. Huaxia military rules and regulations pretended to be dead for two years, and in the spring of the ninth year of Jianshuo, looking back, it seems that it was also tainted with heavy and dark malice. In February, at the Great Qi Dynasty meeting in Bianliang, a minister said "I knew this person was playing dead" to liven up the atmosphere, but what he got was an embarrassing silence, which seemed to show the weight of the news and the feelings of everyone.

Ten years ago, this man killed the king in anger, and everyone could still think that he was reckless, and when he went to the mountains of Xiaocang River, he could also think that he was a lost dog. Defeating the Western Xia, it can be considered that he was brave for a while, and in the three years of Xiaocanghe, the wailing of millions of troops, coupled with the death of the two Jurchen generals, people's hearts palpitated, and it can be considered that they were at least disabled...... At least Ning Yi is dead.

Since then, it has survived in the southwest mountains, and it has to rely on selling core commodities such as iron cannons to survive, which also makes people feel emotional, after all, the end of the hero, born at the wrong time.

So far, Ning Yi is not dead. In the obscurantist mountains of the southwest, every message from the past and this moment seemed to be like the conspiracy tentacles of the terrible beast shaking, and everywhere it passed was muddy, and every time it shook, it also fell "tick-tock" black silt full of malice.

At least in the Central Plains, no one can take this force lightly anymore. Even though it is only a few hundred thousand people, the long-term sword deviation, ferocity, absolute and violent, and the accumulated results have proved that this is a force that can resist the Jurchens head-on.

The bigger action is still impossible for everyone to know, but now, Ning Yi sat out quietly, facing the general trend of Jin Guojun dominating the world. Once the Jin Kingdom goes south, and the Jin Kingdom will inevitably go south, this crazy army will most likely meet the other side, and at that time, what will the Central Plains forces in the middle of the cracks be beaten into......

No one can tell......