Wanyan Agu thought in his heart, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, suddenly, this smile froze at the corner of his mouth, his face froze, his eyes showed incomparably painful color, his right hand was desperately covering his chest, only to feel that the pain was so painful that he couldn't straighten his waist. This heartache is his old problem, several generations of patriarchs of the Wanyan tribe have died on this, when he was sick in the past, Wanyan Aguta always endured it and passed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you want to call a shaman?"

The guards all knew that the emperor had a heartache, but they usually pretended not to know, and no one dared to say it. But now Wanyan Aguda's face is too terrifying, and his whole face is distorted, looking very hideous. With one hand in his throat and the other in his chest, he fell to the ground with a thud, his teeth knocking blood out of his tongue.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

The guards around him all ran up, but all he saw was a figure swaying in front of him, and he couldn't even hear the panicked voice clearly. He still has a battle to finish, and there is still a whole country where the sun is rising, and there are still hundreds of thousands of warriors to bring back. He fought back in pain, desperately trying to regain control of his body, and it was an uphill battle, struggling to knock the flask and glass down against the white tiger skin carpet.

"I'm not going to lose, I'm not going to lose!" Wanyan clenched his teeth and stood up, his body was quite majestic, like a mountain. He regained some of his senses, and his hands and feet went from numbness to pinprick-like pain. "It seems like I've survived," a smile began to appear on his face, "I'm not going to lose, no!" At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in his ears, as if something had shattered, and his eyes were black, his legs were weak, and he fell down with a "bang", and the entire table was overturned.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" His vision became more and more blurry, and finally it turned into darkness.

............

There is no doubt that the magnates of the Jin State are extremely dissatisfied with the decision of Wanyan Aguta, especially the first Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Ci is not lost, his status in the Jin State is respected, second only to the Emperor Wan Yan A Gu Da and Da Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Wu Qi Mai, since he led the army to the south, Wan Yan Ci has long regarded Liaoyang as his own bag. However, Wanyan Aguda gave it to the Han people so resolutely, and it was useless for Wanyan to oppose it, but how could he swallow this breath.

"Your Majesty, is this evil?" Wanyan Zonghan hated, "Attacking Liaoyang, many girls are really good men, how can you say that you will give it to the Han people?" He looked at Wanyan Zongbi, who bowed his head and was silent, and said, "What do you say?" ”

Wanyan Zongbi said in a low voice: "Maybe my father has another deep meaning, he is so resolute, we can only bear with it." He looked at Han Zhao and the others not far away, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes. Wanyan Zonghan said loudly: "Bear with what! I think you're reading Han Chinese books, and you're stupid to read your brain! If the place is given out, it will be brought back by bloodshed in the future! After seeing that Yan Zongbi was silent, he said: "Liaoyang is flat and fat, do we Jurchens deserve to stay in a treacherous and bitter cold place?" ”

At this time, not far from the imperial tent, Wanyan Zonghan's voice became louder and louder, and the surrounding Wanyan Buzhi, Wanyan Lou Room and others all turned their faces, and even Han Ningshuang and Zhao Xingde in the distance could faintly hear it. The powerful ministers of the Jin State usually respected Wan Yan Aguda and never doubted his decision, but this time, no one reprimanded Wan Yan Zonghan's arrogant words. Everyone tacitly exchanged glances.

The Jurchen tribe was different from nomadic peoples such as the Khitans and the Murwei people, because of the relationship between farming, the Jin magnates valued the land very seriously. Although the Jin State established the imperial system, the tradition of Zhu Bo Ji Jie deciding on major matters is still there, and many people have thoughts, and they will advise His Majesty to not hand over Liaoyang to the Han people during the next meeting. The magnates of the Jin Kingdom were originally a small group of several families of the Wanyan tribe, and at this moment they were even more bitter about the enemy, and they felt that the Han army was like a thief who stole the fruits of victory.

After a day's battle, before he had time to rest, and after participating in Yan Aguta's banquet, the night wind was blowing on his body, Zhao Xingde's intuition was much more refreshing, and the sweat glued the inner and outer robes together, which was not very comfortable, and came out of the imperial tent with these Jurchen magnates, their eyes were full of hostility, only Han Ningshuang could barely be regarded as his own person.

"It seems that this time it was roasted on the fire." Zhao Xingde said with some dissatisfaction.

"I was the one who was roasted on the fire. Haven't you already pushed back the matter of marriage? However, you have embarrassed Minnie like this, if she knew, she would have settled accounts with you. ”

Han Ningshuang quipped, and immediately felt that her tone seemed to be more intimate, and she pricked a lock of wet hair stuck to the corner of her forehead into her forehead as if she were covering up. She was calm on the surface, but in fact she was quite excited in her heart, the Han army got Liaoyang, which is the place where the ancestors of the Han family raised their troops, and the rules of the city were all from the hands of the ancestors, how could she be calm?

"Liaoyang is a poisonous bait." Zhao Xingde said in a low voice, "If my guess is right, Ah Guda is ready to retreat." ”

Han Ningshuang was originally a thoughtful person, but when Liaoyang was blind, he couldn't see Mount Tai. On the contrary, it was Zhao Xingde who was a bystander and woke up the vital point. "Liaoyang is very important to us, even if it is poisonous, it ......" Han Ningshuang was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao thinks that if my Liaodong Han army is willing to follow the old example of Shu and Dali and respect Dunhuang Chang'an, Xia is willing to send troops to attack Datong Mansion of Liao State and threaten Shangjing?" ”

"This ......" Zhao Xingde was speechless for a while, not knowing whether Han Ningshuang asked him for his personal opinion, or regarded him as the representative of the Xia Imperial Court? At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the direction of the imperial tent behind him, and then, several guards rushed out of the imperial tent.

The system of the imperial tent of the Jin Kingdom was not as strict as that of the Song Kingdom, and the guards caught up with the highest status Wan Yan in the field, and immediately reported to him that His Majesty was seriously ill and fainted, at this time, in fact, Wan Yan Agu was no longer breathing, but no one dared to mention it, or did not want to mention it. For a while, the generals of the Jin State present all changed color, Wan Yan was not a person with a city government, and he didn't think much about it, so he asked the guards to take him into the tent to visit, and other relatives and dignitaries such as Wanyan Zongbi, Wanyan Lou Room, Wanyan Zonghan and other pro-dignitaries also followed behind, Han Ningshuang and Zhao Xingde exchanged glances, and also followed the magnates of the Jin Kingdom, at this time, people were panicked, and no one prevented them from entering the imperial tent.

As soon as he saw Wan Yan Ah Gu falling to the ground without moving, Wan Yan's heart sank, and he immediately said angrily: "What's the matter, Your Majesty has fallen, and no one has helped him?" You people with bad intentions will be executed! This sentence frightened the guards in the royal tent and begged for mercy. After Yan Agu died of heartache, the guards only tried that he had no snort, and did not dare to move his body at will, for fear of taking responsibility, but he didn't expect that it was a sin to help him, and it was a sin not to help!

Zhao Xingde shook his head, stood behind and watched coldly, and the powerful ministers of the Jin State stepped forward one by one, mostly touching Yan Agu's pulse and snort, and then retreated with a solemn face. These Jurchen magnates are all people who fight on the battlefield and are accustomed to seeing life and death, so that they did not cry on the spot, and everyone looked at each other.

Han Ningshuang's face was a little reminiscing, when she was a child, the Wanyan tribe was far less powerful than it is now, and it was common to see Wanyan Aguda, he not only instructed Han Ningshuang and Wanyan Meini to ride horses and shoot arrows, but also told some stories of the Jurchens, the skills of catching animals and fish, and so on.

After believing that Yan Aguta had indeed died, many ministers soon began to whisper. Wanyan Lou was talking with Wan Yan without losing his words about how to arrange the funeral, whether to retire from the army, etc., Wan Yan Zongbi lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and soon he was called over by Wan Yan Ci, and then walked over to Han Ningshuang and said, "Well,......, Ningshuang, and, Captain Zhao," his face was quite ugly, and he carefully said, "My father is dead, I have to discuss some things below, and please avoid it." ”

These Jurchen nobles were like air when Han and Zhao were like air, and they all looked at the two of them viciously at this moment, as if if these two people dared not leave, they would immediately rush to let them bury Wanyan Agu. Zhao Xingde pressed the hilt of the knife with his hand, Han Ningshuang looked around coldly at these ministers of the Jin Kingdom, and was silent for a moment before the two of them withdrew from the imperial tent, and there was a sound of gossiping in Jurchen words behind them.

The night breeze was slight, and a sentence came out, "Give Liaoyang to the Han people, that is a foolish thing that His Majesty said only when he is seriously ill, and he can't count it!" I don't know who deliberately pulled his throat high, Han Ningshuang's eyes were cold, she bit her lip, and clenched her fists tightly.

"As soon as the tiger died, the monkey jumped out," Zhao Xingde said lightly, "The more you jump up and down, the more your red butt is exposed." ”

After the death of the emperor, there were many major decisions made, and the major affairs of the Jin Kingdom were originally decided by Zhu Bo Jilie, and the rest of the generals and ministers were just implemented. But now Da Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Wu begging to buy the town to guard the Huanglong Mansion, the Minister of State Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Sakai to guard the Huining Mansion, and the third Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Pu Jianu is gathering the remnants of the army outside Shenzhou City to contain the Liao army. Among the tens of thousands of troops under Liaoyang City, only the first Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Bu and the second Bo Ji Lie Wan Yan Xian are also two, both of them have always been the right-hand men of Wan Yan Aguda, but because of this, most of them are in line with Wan Yan Aguda's big things, and there are few separate opinions.

The generals discussed for a long time, and they did not make up their minds after finishing their faces, so they had to tentatively arrange for each department to take turns to guard the Liao soldiers tomorrow, and first make a truce for a day and continue to discuss. Because the Jurchen Meng'an Mook controlled his subordinates very strictly, although His Majesty's sudden death was a great blow to morale, there was no chaos for a while. According to the order of Zhu Bo Jilie, after the death of Wanyan Aguta, the throne should be inherited by Da Bo Jilie Wanyan Wu Qimai, but now Wanyan Wu Qimai is not in the army, this is what some people don't say on their lips, but they have been thinking about in their hearts.