In the vast night before dawn, the sound of the rapid iron horse knocked on the sleeping earth, and the cold wind between the gallops rushed towards the face, occasionally mixed with a trace of dampness and coldness, but made people's cheeks and minds gradually numb by the cold wind, a little more sober.

"It's snowing......." Ye Qing stretched out his hand in the night sky, wanting to feel the snowflakes again and whispered.

"My lord, do you want to rest for a while, you have recovered from ...... serious illness." Mo Xiaobao rose and fell on the horse's back, and asked with a worried look in his eyes.

"No need." Ye Qing shook his head numbly, Li Heng, Lao Liu Tou, and Po Li San chose to attack the city in Yinshi, which also made him realize that these goods were afraid that they were for the sake of Jinan City, and that they were not under control in Tai'an Prefecture, so they were probably planning to fight for their lives.

Mo Xiaobao looked at it worriedly, Ye Qing, who was also very tightly wrapped all over his body, moved his lips, and finally could only be ruthless, and continued to whip the war horse under his crotch to make him run faster.

Mo Xiaobao knew better in his heart how important Jinan City was to them, if he won Jinan City, Ye Qing would be able to be invincible, if he was defeated under Jinan City, then ...... Mo Xiaobao didn't even dare to think about how serious the consequences would be if he was defeated.

After surviving the darkest period before dawn, when the night gradually faded, the sky had begun to drift with goose feathers and heavy snow, and as far as the eye could see, the ground had been unconsciously covered with a thick layer of white, making the dawn of this morning, because of the snow, a lot of time earlier.

"It should be almost an hour, right?" Ye Qing slowed down and involuntarily looked in the direction of Jinan City, although they were still far away from Jinan City, but in their ears and sights, it seemed that there had been a tragic fight, as well as the scene of the Song army and the Jin soldiers fighting bloodily between the snowy city walls.

"It should be almost." Mo Xiaobao watched Ye Qing raise his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist and said.

"Keep on your way." Ye Qing once again took a deep look at the direction of Jinan City, and then rode his horse and whipped, the horse's hooves kicked off the black and white mixed soil and snowflakes, and continued to gallop towards the Yellow River.

Now the situation is very clear, as long as Wan Yan Jing can't reach Jinan City, then for Po Li San, Lao Liu Tou, Li Heng and others, the pressure to attack Jinan City will be less, on the contrary, the pressure on Wei Shao Wang Wan Yan Yongji and others in the city will be greater.

A so-called three-way intersection that has been covered with thick snowflakes, more than a thousand cavalry suddenly and slowly stopped, and not far to the left to the north is the Yellow River, and if Wan Yanjing wants to reach Jinan City as quickly as possible, then the ferry in front of him is the place he must pass.

To the right is naturally the fork in the direction of Jinan, go straight to the southeast, you can reach the city of Jinan where the Song and Jin armies are in full swing at this time.

Under the dispatch of Mo Xiaobao, a thousand cavalry finally separated again, in order not to run into the scouts and spies scattered outside Jinan City, they didn't even have the strength to protect themselves, Ye Qing signaled Mo Xiaobao to take five hundred people to Jinan City.

And this time Mo Xiaobao gritted his teeth and refused to comply, and in the end, Ye Qing had no choice but to give in, so he could only let the others lead five hundred people to Jinan Mansion to report the news for Po Li San and others, and he had to take Mo Xiaobao, who was unwilling to leave his side, to the Yellow River ferry to intercept Yan Jing.

The thousand cavalry were divided into two, Mo Xiaobao was naturally worried about Ye Qing's safety, not to mention that Ye Qing had only just recovered from his serious injuries at this time, if he ran into Wan Yan Jing, who was red-eyed, who knew what would happen?

Therefore, Mo Xiaobao has made up his mind, no matter what, even if he dies, he must protect Ye Qing.

The sky was completely bright, and the goose feather snow was more and more dense from the sky, and the whole world turned into a holy white world overnight, and the deep brown "scars" left behind by the horse's hooves disappeared in a very short period of time after being compensated by the heavy snow falling from the sky.

Heavy snow can repair the black hoof prints left by the horse's hooves in a very short time, but the gap in the city wall of Jinan, even if the Jin soldiers go forward one after another, and are not afraid of death to fill it with their bodies, but in a short period of time, they will be pierced by the Song soldiers again, which will make the gap in the city bigger and bigger.

In the vast snow between the sky, the Western Regions cannon made a whistling sound that made people's scalps tighten, and then fell mercilessly on the tower of Jinan City, and the explosion sound of the ground shaking the mountains shook when the Jinan city wall trembled, as if even the goose feather snow in the sky was shaken more densely and fell because of the explosion.

Blood stained the city wall red, the sound of fighting, screams intertwined, the powerful bed crossbow, with arrows as thick as a child's arm, crashed into the Jinan city wall, a dull sound that no one paid attention to, as thick as a child's arm, like the arrows of the eaves rafters, it was nailed into the thick Jinan city wall, and the Song army, who was not afraid of death and killed the red-eyed Song army, began to grab those rafter-like arrows and climb up the city tower.

The snowflakes still fell silently in the whole city of Jinan, whether it was above the city or under the city head is now a mess, the blood is flowing like a river, and the snowflakes that fall silently are instantly melted and disappeared by the muddy blood.

The terrible howl sounded outside the city, mixed with the even more terrifying explosion of the Western Regions cannon, and Zhao Qi'er in the city finally began to move.

Under the internal and external troubles, Wanyan Yongji, the king of Wei Shao, who was originally able to sit in the government office, finally couldn't sit still anymore, and led his own soldiers to go out of the government office and go to the city that was attacked by the Song army to supervise the battle.

Wan Yan Kuang, Zheng Zan and others have already been to the city for a long time, and Wan Yan Kuang, even since last night, has never left the city that was attacked by the Song people, and now, let Wan Yan Yongji have to make the worst plans, will Wan Yan Kuang have died in battle? Naturally, he couldn't continue to sit in the government office with peace of mind, waiting for Yan Jing to suddenly arrive in Jinan City.

Standing at the crossing of the Yellow River, looking at it, between the empty silence and the snow, like a fairytale world, far away behind him, the city of Jinan, which is now in full swing, seems to be a matter of another world, and the empty, quiet Yellow River crossing forms a distinct two worlds.

Five hundred cavalry were quietly at the crossing of the Yellow River, and the snowflakes on the armor had already filled a thick layer before they had time to melt, but even so, the soldiers of the flower planting army were still motionless, and the flag above their heads flashing with leaf characters was solemn and majestic against the backdrop of snowflakes.

Ye Qing, who was standing quietly on the bank of the Yellow River, looked at the distance blurred by snowflakes, and Mo Xiaobao next to him, looking at Ye Qing's cheeks that were starting to be a little pale again, walked up to him gently, and dusted off the thick snowflakes on Ye Qing's black fur coat.

"Your Excellency......."

"Shh......h Ye Qing made a silent gesture, and then looked down at the watch on his wrist, it was already noon, that is to say, Jinan City, which was far away behind him, had been engaged in siege battles for nearly four hours.

"The sound of horses' hooves?" Mo Xiaobao listened intently, and suddenly looked at Ye Qing nervously.

"Wan Yan Jing has arrived." Ye Qing exhaled hot air into his hands and said lightly.

Just as Mo Xiaobao turned around and was about to order the flower planter army behind him to be on guard, Ye Qing grabbed Mo Xiaobao's shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry." ”

"This ferry is no more than five or six hundred paces wide, and even if there are snowflakes blocking our view, we can still be seen vaguely when we stand on the shore over there." Ye Qing patted Mo Xiaobao's shoulder, and then tightened the black fur fur on his body.

The sound of horses' hooves on the opposite side gradually slowed down, and then turned into scattered horses' hooves, until everyone stopped behind Wan Yan Jing, but Wan Yan Jing stretched out his hand to stop the begging stone spirits and slaves from investigating the freezing of the river.

"Your Highness...... The begging stone martyrs looked at Yan Jing with some puzzlement, in order to hurry, the war horses all ran along the way foaming at the mouth, twitching their hooves, and many of them were thrown on the halfway regardless of life or death, why is it that now they are in front of the Yellow River, but His Royal Highness is not in a hurry.

"We seem to be late." Wan Yan Jing tried to fan away the snowflakes that blocked her vision with her hand, and frowned at the somewhat blurry black shadow opposite.

After hearing Yan Jing's words, the begging stone lie gods and slaves suddenly looked at the other side at this time, although the blurred black shadow could not be seen, but it could still be seen, it was a neatly arranged cavalry unit, but it was not clear whether it was the Jin cavalry or the Song cavalry.

"Could it be the ...... of King Wei Shao?" The beggar stone flame god slave asked with the last shred of luck.

"No, it won't." The corners of Wan Yanjing's mouth flashed with a touch of bitterness, and he shook his head firmly and said, "If it is the imperial uncle Wei Shao, then he should cross the river to meet us, instead of standing there quietly, waiting for us to pass." ”

Just when Wan Yan Jing took the begging stone spirit gods and slaves to step on the surface of the river with thick ice, almost at the same time, Ye Qing on the opposite side took Mo Xiaobao and also stepped on the first step on the river.

The endless snow is still falling silently, looking at the back of Ye Qing who is wearing a black fur and stepping on the river, Mo Xiaobao's ears can't help but sound at this moment, the low and melodious, desolate and lonely sound of the horse-head piano on the grassland.

The snow-covered river is not wide, under the white and holy snow, on the solid and heavy ice, Wan Yan Jing and Qi Shilie gods and slaves are one after the other, and their steps are firmly towards the two people who are also one behind the other, and the body is lonely.

The goose-feather snow weaved silently between them, and even as they got closer and closer, the snowflakes continued to flutter in the wind among them.

As each other's faces became clearer and clearer, Wan Yanjing's expression had a hint of smile and bitterness, exactly the same as the one he had worried and guessed along the way, it was Mr. Ye Qing who was waiting for him here.

Mo Xiaobao consciously stopped, and watched Ye Qing continue to move forward.

The begging stone martyr god slave on the opposite side slowly let go of the long knife on his waist, stopped and looked at Wan Yan Jing and continued to move forward alone.

Seeing each other speechlessly, Ye Qing looked at Wan Yan Jing who was only ten steps away from him opposite, Wan Yan Jing looked at Ye Qing who was a little pale and weak, and the heavy snow was still flying in the entire heaven and earth.

"Looks like he's grown a little taller." Ye Qing said with a smile, but there was indescribable bitterness in his tone.

"It's stronger than before." Wan Yanjing replied with a smile, and his tone was also slowly bitter.

"Not bad." Ye Qing nodded.

"Hmm." Wan Yan Jing also nodded.

The two continued to look at each other, and could feel the distance between each other, as if they were being disturbed by the snowflakes between them.

"How's Jinan City?" After a long time, a thick layer of snowflakes had accumulated on the bodies of the two, and this time Wan Yan Jing was the first to speak.

"It should still be in the middle of a fierce battle." Ye Qing didn't look back behind him, and said lightly.

"First...... What are the odds of a sir? Wan Yanjing hesitated, but still asked.

His eyes fell on the familiar cloak, and the eye-catching knife edge was seen by Wan Yanjing at a glance.

"Now it seems that it should be seventy percent up." Ye Qing said.

"Will Daikin really lose? How big is the ambition of the gentleman? Wan Yan Jing threw out two questions in a row.

"I can only move forward, and now when I look back, the only fate for my husband is death." Ye Qing nodded and replied.

Wan Yan Jing opened his mouth, and wanted to persuade Ye Qing to surrender, but when he looked in the direction of the invisible Jinan City behind Ye Qing, he suddenly felt very funny, now that he is a defeated person, what qualifications do he have to win over Mr. again.

"What if Jing'er still wants to try it?" Wan Yan Jing finally gave up and wooed Ye Qing again.

"What's wrong with Wuzhou?" Ye Qing asked with a long sigh at the snowflakes flying in the air.

"How can Daikin care about a small threat from the grasslands? In comparison, you are a bit more threatening, sir. After Yan Jing's gaze, since he found the knife on Ye Qing's black fur on his shoulder, it was difficult to take his eyes off where he was.

Looking at Ye Qing's pale and weak face, and then looking at the long knife edge on the fur fur, how could Wan Yan Jing not know that Ye Qing must have been injured in the shoulder before this.

"Destroying the country and losing half of the country, do you really want to choose this?" Ye Qing asked with a smile.

Back then, he once told Wan Yan Jing that the threat on the grassland was much greater for Jin Guo than the threat posed to them by Song Ting or himself, but now it seems that Wan Yan Jing obviously doesn't believe it very much.

Wan Yan Jing took a deep breath, and then took the opportunity to fly into the snowflake in his mouth and said: "At the moment, you are still a greater threat to me, as for the Tatars, it is only because of the black stone you found back then, sir, that you will be greedy." When the time comes...... Wouldn't it be easy to send some black stones to them for winter warmth? ”

"If it's that simple, you're very wrong. Now that you can see that I helped you find the Black Stone in the first place to arouse the greed and ambition of the Tatars, have you forgotten that the tribes of the steppe are gradually decreasing? Once they are united into a strong and united clan by one person, do you think they will not come to you for all these years of bullying? The Song people still know that China has the gift of being extended, the hatred of the king, and the anger of the ancestors, not to mention those Tatars who have always liked to repay the favor? Their energy and strength need an outlet, and Blackstone and your years of bullying them are their excuses. Ye Qing said with a sigh.

"I won't give up Kaifeng." The beggar stone lie gods and slaves suddenly whispered in Wan Yan Jing's ear, and then Wan Yan Jing was silent, and then gave up the topic of Tatars.

He believed that what Ye Qing said was not a matter of words, for so many years, he had also believed in Ye Qing's penetrating analysis, just like his imperial grandfather's appreciation of Ye Qing, he had always been close to worshiping Ye Qing, but now that the two of them were already swordsmen, he naturally didn't want to let Ye Qing underestimate his determination to the territory north of the Yellow River because of the predicament in Wuzhou.

"In three or five years, I won't cross the Yellow River." Ye Qing nodded and said.

"I still want people." Wan Yanjing's expression suddenly became extremely hideous.

"Say."

"Emperor Uncle Wei Shaowang, Wanyan Shoudao, Qi Shilie Zhizhong, Li Xi'er, Li Tiege ......." Wan Yan Jing had a hideous look, and his eyes were red.

"If they don't die in battle, I will let them cross the Yellow River." Ye Qing nodded solemnly.

"I will never give up in Kaifeng Mansion!" Wan Yan Jing said again.

"Su Hu is familiar and the world is full, if Mr. I can do it, I will definitely not be stingy." Ye Qing looked at Wan Yan Jing, whose eyes were getting redder and redder, and said.

"Grandpa Huang died!" Wan Yan Jing looked at the gentleness in Ye Qing's eyes, and couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart anymore, and shouted hysterically.