The head of Sun Hong's mouth is sitting in the city of Ankang County, Ankang Basin, which has been formed by the river water over the years in the valley at the junction of the Qinling Mountains and Daba Mountain, staring at a letter.

He sat on the main seat reading the letter, and a few steps away in front of him, there was a messenger of the Song Dynasty, with dark skin, and at first glance he was a man who had been doing rough work all year round, but unlike ordinary farmers, this person's eyes were shining, and there was no recklessness like an ordinary illiterate rough man, but there was a delicate air inherent in a scholar between his faces.

After reading the letter for the third time, Yan Chengji raised his head and looked at the messenger.

The messenger smiled and stood politely with his hands down, his eyes slightly downward, looking at Wan Yan Chenghe's hand holding the letter.

"What does your ghost king mean, you want me to take refuge in Dali?" Wanyan Chengsi sneered: "He is Song Chen, why do you care about Dali?" One minister does not care about the two masters, and if he does this, he is disloyal and unjust, so what qualifications do you have for me to take refuge in him? ”

Wanyan Chenghei was speaking in a completely reprimanding tone, with contempt and contempt, revealing the obvious meaning of looking down on people.

He is also fully qualified to say this, because from the perspective of loyal ministers and protectors, Wanyan Chenghei is a thoroughly loyal minister, which can be called a benchmark for the loyalty of the king.

After the dynastic change, the flowers bloom and fall, the emperor who fights the rivers and mountains with iron, after the destruction of countless families and countries, those who are courtiers either die in the war and let future generations sing the praises in the blood splash, or they take refuge in the new lord and continue their lives, and there are also those who cherish their homeland and do not want to use their lives to express their loyalty, they will avoid the mountains as a reclusive person, farm and pick vegetables, and pass the time.

Wanyan Chenghei is not the three, he has walked out of a unique path.

He did not surrender, nor did he take refuge in the new master, and he was not willing to be a farmer for the rest of his life, but he pulled up a team in the deep mountains and old forests, enshrined the spirit card of the emperor of the Jin country, and built a small temple, with the remnants of the Jin country, and with his own strength, the Dajin country was extended in the inaccessible mountains in the Hanshui River Valley.

Although this continuation, in the eyes of others, is nothing more than a group of immortal guys who are struggling to survive, the reason why no one solves them is just because the people who want to beat him can't free up their hands for the time being, and the people who can free up their hands are not interested in hitting him, and Fan Yongji, who is free and wants to beat him, can't beat him, in the river valley, Wanyan Chenghei made perfect use of geography, drilled in and out of the riverside mountains, and beat the army sent by Fan Yongji to exterminate him. simply gave up and let this group go.

Wanyan Chenghei then occupied the four counties of Ankang Province, took root in this barren land, and settled down.

He is like a mountain king with a larger territory, because his thousands of people are not even a warlord, and the territory he occupies is a desolate river valley, almost no flat land, and there is not much harvest in the soil for a year, and the river valley is not a traffic artery, and there are very few merchants who enter Hanzhong from Nanyang, and most of the business travelers will choose to go directly to Guanzhong along the waterway from the rerouted Hanshui, or take the Yangtze River from Xiangyang to enter Kuimen, saving time and effort, and avoiding the trouble of going around the bends in the mountains, so they can not collect any business taxes.

Therefore, the life of these old people of the Jin Kingdom is very hard, but under the leadership of Wanyan Chenghei, they live a very ideal life.

National hatred and family hatred are the support for their survival, and in order to take revenge, they can endure no matter how hard their life is.

Because of this reason, Wanyan Chengji is extremely disgusted with other people who have no sense of loyalty.

So he said these words to the messenger sent by the eldest grandson.

He couldn't stand it, a Song man, when he came to woo him, he actually represented Dali.

Isn't this supremacy? Although Wanyan Chenghei also did not have a good impression of the Song State, when the Mongols destroyed the Jin, it was the Song State that shouted the most, and the Song people were not good at fighting, but they were a good hand, without them stabbing in the back, the Mongols would not be so easy to destroy the Jin State.

The black barbarian who delivered the letter, listened to his words, did not refute, took out another letter from his arms, and handed it over respectfully with both hands: "My ghost king said, if the general refuses to agree, please ask him to read this letter again, as long as he reads it, he will understand." ”

Wan Yan Chengji was stunned for a moment, and his eyes rolled on the messenger.

What do you mean? Do you want to play Zhuge Liang to collect Meng Shu?

He snorted coldly and didn't reach out to take it.

The messenger was not stunned, maintained the posture of handing the letter, bent down slightly, and said respectfully: "General, anyway, I also read the first letter, and it is not bothersome to read one more, my ghost king is actually not what the general thinks, we barbarians, the most righteous anger, if the ghost king is such an unbearable person, he can't be the ghost king of barbarians." ”

Wanyan Chengji glanced at him with slanted eyes, didn't even bother to laugh at a sneer, waved his hand, signaled to the people left and right, and drove this person out.

Before the people rushed up, the messenger, who did not look amazing, suddenly shoved the letter in his hand into his arms, and quickly pulled out a short knife less than a foot long.

Wanyan Chengji was not panicked, looked at him coldly, clenched his fists, and sat on the chair with a straight face in the sound of pulling knives left and right: "What? If you can't recruit me, you want to kill me? Hmph, do you really think you can kill me alone? ”

In this room, in addition to Wanyan Chengsi and the messenger, there are more than a dozen Jurchen soldiers, all of whom are veterans, Mo said that the messenger is holding a palm-long knife, even if he holds the Guan Gong knife, it is impossible to hurt Wanyan Chenghei in the slightest.

But the messenger shook his head, and said, "The general has misunderstood, how dare I hurt you, I will draw my sword and come out, I will cut myself." ”

Commit suicide?

Wanyan Chenghei raised his eyebrows, and turned into a cold snort: "The bitter meat plan is useless." ”

The messenger didn't say much, just stood there, looked around, smiled apologetically at the tigers and wolves around him, and naturally stabbed the knife to his stomach.

The blade entered the flesh, and the blood almost soared to the face of Wanyan Chenghei, who was a few steps away.

All the people were stunned, those with blades, for a while they didn't even know how to react, the other party stabbed themselves, what are we doing with knives?

"Shimen Fan military regulations, those who can't do things are useless, the small one failed to let the general see the ghost king's letter, and he didn't have the face to go back to restore his life, and he cut himself here, dirty the general's land, please Haihan." The knife pierced deep in the messenger's stomach, and he didn't mean to pull it out, but looked up at Wanyan Chenghe, said a few words with difficulty, tilted his head, and fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed sideways on the ground, and in a few moments, a large piece of the ground was cleared.

The Jurchen soldiers looked at each other a few times, and they all showed shocked looks, they had never seen someone like this to deliver a letter.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and get the medical officer! After Yan Chengsi stood up and shouted loudly, the people came back to their senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to cover the messenger's wound, probing their snorts and breathing, and a few people raised themselves and were about to go out.

"Slow!" Wanyan Chengji walked over, reached out in the messenger's arms, and felt the letter, before waving them away.

The letter was not stained with blood, but only a corner of red, Wan Yan Chengji frowned and pulled out the letter paper from it, looking at it with a complicated look.

The white paper, the black words, and the bright red blood stains, are intertwined, giving the reader a very different feeling, and Wanyan Chengji himself can't tell why he took the initiative to take the letter.

There are not many words, and I can read them very quickly.

But Wanyan Chenghe's face showed a completely different look from reading the first letter.

He looked at it again and again in disbelief, and then slowly sat down, took the thin letter in his hand, took the first letter on the table, and read it again.

He squinted, his gaze moving back and forth between the two pieces of letterhead.

Fingers tapped on the table, and there was a rare look of surprise on his face that looked pore because he had been riding a horse in the wind all year round.

"What does he want to do?" Wanyan Chengsi thought about it, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, the blood began to darken, shocking.

"Help me get revenge?" He sneered, then immediately stopped laughing again, and looked at the letter in his hand again: "Uh...... With this kind of subordinate, probably he won't be very bad, right? ”

(End of chapter)