Everyone in the audience looked at each other, some were surprised and some were excited.

Na Tuozhi stood up again, clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Okay, this kid escaped from the Hanzhong River Valley last time, he wants to return to Xijing from Hanzhong, and he must pass through Henan, there are soldiers and horses over there, there are mountains everywhere, I will be this thief and villain!" ”

Someone stopped doing it, and several figures stood up and retorted: "Na Tuozhi, you just killed in Qingniling, it's time to rest, this time we will be replaced!" ”

Na Tuozhi glared at him and said, "You are all serious officers and soldiers, where do you come from pretending to be bandits?" ”

A few people laughed: "Could it be that you are like it?" ”

Na Tuozhi pointed to his face: "See? Which of you has me black? The barbarians who come out of the ravines don't have to pretend to be bandits! ”

The people in the hall laughed, and no one refused to give up, and Changsun Hong also looked at them with a smile, feeling that this atmosphere was very good.

Wanyan Chenghe, who had been sitting in the corner without making a sound, stood up in laughter, first arched his hand, and then said with a calm face: "Everyone, you all have merit, only I have taken refuge in the new one, and I haven't made an inch, so let me go this time." Besides, your appearance has long been known, who doesn't know that it is the next part of the Xichuan Ghost King? I am the only one who has a new face, few people know, and I can clear up the relationship if something happens. ”

Everyone was stunned, they all looked at the Khitans, and after a short break, they all clamored and refused to accept it.

When the quarrel reached its peak, Changsun Hong came forward in a timely manner: "That's it, don't fight, Wanyan Chenghei has a point, it's much better to do this kind of thing, it's really better to have a face, this time it's up to him to do it, you stay in Xingyuan Mansion, train your soldiers well, and when I come back, I will accept them one by one." ”

Na Tuozhi heard the meaning of his words, and said strangely: "Ghost King, you are also going?" ”

"Of course." The eldest grandson Hong grinned toothily and said gloomily: "If you don't watch Kublai Khan die, I'm not steady!" ”

…….

Kublai Khan did not fail to predict how many people in the south would want their lives.

When he returned north with the envoys of the Southern Song Dynasty, he brought a team of 2,000 soldiers, all of whom were the elite of the Jinghu envoys, with spears and halberds, and iron armor.

Uncle Xie Fang's status is noble, so he can't accompany him, and it was Yan Fu, a member of the Ministry of Rites, who went to Xijing with him to fulfill the formalities.

The Mongol Han land Wanhu, who had been notified in advance, would lead troops to wait on the ground north of Henan, and the two sides would meet near Junzhou, and the Song army would return after handing over the people, leaving Yan Fu to follow Kublai Khan to continue to Xijing.

There is no flaw in this route, Henan has become a blank land after years of war, there are few complete cities, there are more bandits scattered on the hills than the people, although the soldiers are in chaos, the two thousand Song army is enough to deal with.

Once Junzhou, which became a ruin, the Mongol and Han armies followed, and they were even more foolproof.

So Kublai Khan was very down-to-earth.

This trip turned danger into a disaster, not only retreated, but also brought back a very satisfactory peace treaty, which was unreasonable and expected, and it could be regarded as making up for the loss lost in Hanzhong.

Riding on the healthy horse provided by the Song army, Kublai Khan squinted his eyes, the warm sun shone on the scalp of the shaved head, the heat was very comfortable, breathing the grassy air in the wild, looking at the barren fields, his heart inexplicably swelled with a burst of pride.

"Hehe, this is a great country, it's a pity, it's a pity." Kublai Khan coughed a few times in his throat, smiled heroically, and pointed into the distance with the horsewhip in his hand: "The master of ignorance is dominant, and there is no male lord to dominate it, it's a pity!" ”

Yan Fu, who was riding a horse to accompany him, was wandering the world, following the chief of the northern captives to negotiate peace with the enemy, he was 10,000 unwilling, but the imperial court ordered troops and generals, and he didn't dare to say a word.

At this moment, I am secretly regretting that during the festival at the beginning of the year, I should prepare a heavier gift for a few bigwigs in the court who talk and count, and someone will cover it, and I will not be such a thankless drudgery as a rite official without a backstage.

Kublai Khan sighed and spoke, Yan Fu listened to a few words absentmindedly, and didn't hear a single clearly, so he nodded and shook his head and said yes frequently.

"Yes, yes, my lord is right."

Kublai Khan looked at him with a smile, and ignored the poor worm, and if he walked five hundred miles north, he would be greeted by his own soldiers and horses, and the officials of the Song Dynasty were dispensable.

He paused for a moment, as if recalling something, and then spoke leisurely: "The style of the south of the Yangtze River, along the Yangtze River, originally I only heard about it, but I never saw it with my own eyes, when Master Yao was still there, he persuaded me many times to come and take a look, to see the prosperity and wealth here, I didn't listen, I regret it." ”

"I originally thought that there would be no better life in the world than to have meat to eat, mare's milk to drink, and beautiful women to serve every day."

"Hehe, hehehe!"

Kublai Khan laughed like a night owl, shook his head in a self-deprecating tone, and said: "Now it seems that what Master Yao said is right, the frog at the bottom of the well is arrogant, come and take a look, and you will know that the richest place in the world is not the west, but this large area of water south of the Yangtze River!" ”

"There's people, there's money, there's food, and there's endless wealth. No wonder every time the Great Song Dynasty negotiated peace, he promised to give money so happily, it turned out that he had such confidence, I am the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and naturally I will not care about this little compensation. ”

He seemed to be talking to himself, his voice was not high, Yan Fu didn't listen carefully at first, slowly, after listening to a few more words, he came back to his senses, and his heart gradually hung up, speaking of which, Yan Fu's little eyes were already full of panic, he was a smart man, and he heard the meaning of Kublai Khan's words.

Kublai Khan glanced at him and smiled: "Lord Yan, am I right?" ”

Yan Fu's hand shook unconsciously, and he hurriedly used the shaking reins to cover up, and replied astringently: "This...... My lord, Jiangnan is actually not that good, hehe, it's not that good, it often has a lot of water, and when the flood comes, there are dead bodies everywhere, very miserable. ”

Kublai Khan disagreed: "The floods in the south of the Yangtze River can break the embankment of the Yellow River? ”

"Almost, almost." Yan Fu hurriedly said, for fear that the killing god in front of him would be interested in Jiangnan, so he racked his brains to think about it: "Also, there are poisonous miasma in the south, and there are steep mountains......

"You're talking about Yunnan and Sichuan, right?" Kublai Khan interrupted him and smiled even more happily: "The Jiangnan Plain is thousands of miles away, as far as the eye can see, where does the poisonous miasma come from?" Lord Yan, don't frame me, I'm not in vain in Xiangyang these days. ”

"Uh, the adults misunderstood, misunderstood, actually, Jiangnan is not as you said......" Yan Fu was even more anxious, hurriedly leaned over, scratching his ears and cheeks to explain. Kublai Khan laughed with his head held high, deaf to a deaf ear.

On the sides of the two of them, a group of Great Song forbidden troops walked forward, their distinctive clothes and armor winding on the land of Henan, like a wriggling insect on the white plain, looking at the north and walking slowly.

On the mountain bag in the distance, the three or five rangers cautiously used the terrain to cover their whereabouts, hiding and hiding to monitor the Song army, and a person who was wrapped in tattered clothes and looked like a standard mountain bandit was lying on the mountain bag, squinting his eyes to see where they were going.

After looking at it for a while, the man took off the black scarf that covered his face, revealing Yang Xiaolei's black and red face.

(End of chapter)