Zhao Dongting sighed softly, "Madame led the soldiers of the She people to bathe blood for our Great Song Dynasty, it is I who should thank Madame." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Dongting bowed to Mrs. Xu.

Baolei Prefecture and Fujian are indeed thanks to Mrs. Xu and the Shemin soldiers. Among them, Mrs. Xu has helped Zhao Dongting with Hong Wutian and others many times, which is a kindness.

Although Zhao Dongting, as the emperor, can take this for granted. But he didn't, and he always remembered the dedication of Mrs. Xu and others.

No one is born to pay for whom. The emperor cannot treat his subjects as dogs.

On this day in Minqing, the smoke from the burning of paper money wafted endlessly.

After the ceremony was over, Zhao Dongting and others returned to the city with Yuan Zhenzi and other Taoist priests and soldiers of Longhu Mountain.

The inside and outside of the Song army garrison in Nancheng District are covered with straw mats.

There weren't so many tables, so the soldiers sat on the floor.

The gunners in the army were in a hurry, constantly bringing all kinds of wine and food to the soldiers.

It is both a sacrifice and a reward.

Although this kind of expense will make the pressure on the Song Dynasty even more, Zhao Dongting is not heartbroken.

The soldiers fought bloodily, and now they have negotiated peace with the Yuan Dynasty, and now they are about to dismiss the swords and soldiers, so that they can eat some big fish and meat, what's wrong?

Zhao Dongting not only wanted to let the She soldiers eat well, but also rewarded the three armies after returning to Leizhou.

When the money is gone, it can be earned again.

As long as the war is over, with his head, there is a way to make the economy of the Great Song Dynasty develop at a very fast speed.

This night, the sound of firecrackers was incessant, and it sounded into the middle of the night.

On this night, countless soldiers were slightly drunk, crying and laughing.

The night wind blew, crying like a complaint, as if it were those fallen soldiers, crying and laughing with them.

When the light of the morning light illuminates the earth, you can see that there are many soldiers lying on the streets of Nancheng District. They fell asleep on the ground last night.

Among them, there are even Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain.

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Lizhou East Road.

A carrier pigeon landed in Bazhou, in a blacksmith's shop on a remote street in the city.

Bazhou is located in the south of Lizhou East Road, and Tongchuanfu Road and Kuizhou Road are very close. Li Wangyuan led tens of thousands of Western Xia soldiers to Lizhou East Road, and then stationed here.

Carrier pigeons, naturally, are carrier pigeons from Leizhou. The blacksmith shop is the stronghold of the military intelligence department in Bazhou City.

Zhao Dongting asked Wen Tianxiang to send a letter to Leizhou ten days ago, taking the pearl princess Turandot to Minqing, and asked Lu Xiufu and others to urge Li Wangyuan to quickly send troops to prevent the white horse in Shuzhong from continuing to invade Kuizhou.

At the speed of carrier pigeons, it was only two days to Leizhou.

Lu Hidefu, Zhang Shijie, Zhang Jue, Chen Wenlong, Xiang Dongyang, and other officials in the state affairs, supervision, criminal commission, and military aircraft of the DPRK and China were all overjoyed when they learned of the Song and Yuan peace talks. Then he hurriedly asked Huang Liujia and other dozens of masters of Wudingtang to escort Princess Mingzhu out of Leizhou and go to Minqing to join Zhao Dongting and others.

A few days later, the carrier pigeon sent a message to Bazhou, asking the Bazhou Military Intelligence Department to transfer it to Li Wangyuan.

Why did he wait a few days to send a letter to Bazhou, but this was Zhao Dongting's explanation.

The matter of peace was still confidential, and he didn't want the news to leak out until Turandot and the others left the palace.

Calculate the time, postpone the message to Bazhou for a few days, wait for Li Wangyuan to receive the news, and then wait for the news to leak out, Turandot should also be about to arrive in Minqing, so that no accidents will happen.

Although Zhao Dongting also desperately hoped that Li Wangyuan would block the white horse in Shuzhong, he could still afford to wait for a few days.

In the Great Song Dynasty, there must still be Dali meticulous works, let alone Western Xia?

However, it is better to let the white horse of Shuzhong continue to wreak havoc in Kuizhou for a few more days than for Turandot and his party to be intercepted and killed halfway.

Zhao Dongting knew very well in his heart that Dali and Shuzhong would never be happy to see themselves negotiate peace with the Yuan Dynasty, because they always had the idea of snipe and clam competing for fishermen's profits.

The carrier pigeon landed on the wall of the blacksmith's shop.

When a man who was striking iron in the shop saw it, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly went to find the shopkeeper.

Then, the blacksmith shop closed suddenly.

The shopkeeper is a burly man who looks more like a blacksmith than a blacksmith, with bronzed skin, as if full of explosive power.

He hurried to the backyard, holding some rice in his hand, and cackled twice at the carrier pigeon fluttering its wings on the wall.

The pigeon spread its wings and landed in the palm of his hand.

The shopkeeper carefully stroked the pigeon's back and gently removed the two letters tied to the pigeon's legs.

One of the seals was tied with three red ribbons, and it was also sealed with mud seals and printed with a secret character.

The shopkeeper was slightly stunned.

Three red ribbons, this is the most advanced military intelligence. And the word dense means that even he can't read it.

Then he looked at the other one.

This one was only tied with a green ribbon, and there was no secret word on the clay on it.

Obviously, the letter was addressed to him. A green ribbon represents the lowest level of military intelligence.

With a slight doubt, the shopkeeper handed the pigeon to the man, and ran towards his room, and then took out the book full of codes from the secret compartment.

It was only after dealing with them one by one that he understood the contents of the letter.

Handed over the secret letter to Li Wangyuan of Western Xia, and did not expose the entrance of the hall.

Looking at the contents of the letters translated by himself on the bookcase, the shopkeeper fell into deep thought. To convey a message without exposing the mouth of the church is also a matter of brains.

After about a few minutes, the blacksmith shop opened again. The guy hurried out with the secret letter.

On this day, a group of little beggars suddenly ran to the camp of the Western Xia army and knelt down, begging to see Li Wangyuan.

"We want to see Marshal Lee!"

"We want to see Marshal Lee!"

The little beggars shouted in their mouths, and some of them still had the scraps of white-flour steamed buns left at the corners of their mouths.

The soldiers guarding the camp were naturally a little surprised, and then impatiently drove away: "Go, go, go and play elsewhere!" Marshal, you can see what you say! ”

At this time, Li Wangyuan did not restore and ascend the throne, and he was called a sergeant in the army, nor by the titles of His Majesty and the Emperor.

But the little beggars didn't leave, they just shouted.

The soldiers guarding the camp were even more impatient, holding their guns and saying: "If you mess around again, do you believe it or not?" ”

This scared the little beggars.

Many little beggars hurried to the back.

And there was one who raised his hand and threw the crumpled secret letter to the soldiers, stuck out his tongue and said: "This secret letter is handed over to you Marshal Li." ”

Then, he also ran away.

A soldier picked up the secret letter, didn't take it seriously, and was about to throw it away.

"Wait!"

But then the centurion spoke up and said, "Show me the letter." ”

He took the letter from the soldier's hand, but he was a little puzzled, and thought to himself, "How can the little beggar have such a letter?" Where did they get the ribbons? Where did the ink come from? ”

This obviously doesn't quite look like a prank by the little beggars. Moreover, with the courage of the little beggars, I am afraid that they will not dare to take advantage of the army.

After thinking about it, the centurion said, "I'll go to see the marshal, and you will be here for a good time." ”

He felt that this matter should be reported to Marshal Li.

So saying, the centurion went to the barracks.

The tent in the camp.

Li Wangyuan was wearing bright armor, a tasseled helmet, and a cloak on his back, which could be described as majestic, and he could no longer see the wooden appearance with deep brows as before.

He sat on top of the handsome position, and at the head of the tent were mostly old literati, and some were young people.

These people are all former ministers of Western Xia, or descendants of old ministers.

They are also the foundation of Li Wangyuan.

Li Wangyuan, Li Xiushu and other Western Xia royal families have been under house arrest in Dadu for decades, and these diehard Western Xia royal family loyalists are still running for the restoration of Western Xia. If it weren't for them, Li Wangyuan alone would obviously not be able to control the old land of Western Xia in such a short period of time, and even the Yuan army with Fengxiang, Lintao, and Lizhou would have rebelled out of the Yuan Dynasty.

The centurion walked to the door of the tent and knelt on the ground, "Marshal, a group of little beggars outside the camp has sent a letter, saying that it is for you. ”

He rested his hands on top of his head, and in his hands was the crumpled secret letter.

Li Wangyuan was slightly stunned, looked at the past, and said lightly: "Present it!" ”

The centurion stood up and walked into the tent, and as he walked, he did not forget to explain, "The last general thinks that the little beggars should not have red ribbons and inks, which is a bit strange, so he brought them to you to see." ”

Li Wangyuan didn't say much, just stood up and took the letter.

After opening it, his face suddenly showed a look of great joy.