After hesitating for more than half a month, Za Zhu'er, who was sandwiched between Changsun Hong and Shi Tianze, wandered in the field for a long time, and finally handed over the letter of surrender to Changsun Hong in a stupid manner, and handed over the fish scale household registration rules in the territory to the desk in the Dali army.

The eldest grandson Hong greeted him, warmly received Za Zhu'er, personally went to the gate to pick up this Yanjing Haoqiang, and entered the Chinese army's tent hand in hand with him, as close as a long-awaited close friend.

It's as if the confrontation between the two armies that happened not so long ago and that you live or die is something that happened to someone else.

Za Shu'er was so grateful that she burst into tears, knelt down for Changsun Hong on the spot, slapped herself with a slogan of sorry, sinners should die, and cried and begged Changsun Hong for forgiveness.

Changsun Hong helped him up with both hands, took off his robe and put it on him, and generously said that the past is like a cloud of smoke, we have to look forward, the previous misunderstandings were all set by the Mongols, and they wanted us to fight to the death, so that the fishermen would profit. Now everyone has released their suspicions, and things are developing in a good direction.

After getting up, he swore that in the future, he would follow Changsun Hong to return the world to a bright future, Changsun Hong said that he would not go west in the east, and he would not face north in the south, and everything would be looked at by the ghost king of Dali.

Both the guest and the host were very happy, and they drank and talked happily in the Dali military tent.

At the banquet, the eldest grandson Hong inadvertently mentioned that there are still some vacant seats in Dali's Chinese studies, and the descendants of Za Thorn can be sent over to study, read and read and recognize words, and be a talent who has helped the country in the future, and it is not in vain to be the name of Za Thorn.

Zathorn's face twitched a few times, she lowered her head and thought for a while, and then pinched the wine glass and agreed.

It's just that the face is not very good-looking.

The eldest grandson Hong ignored it, still smiling, and then on the wine table, Feng Za Thorn was the king of Dali Hejian, commanding the original team of soldiers and horses, but the army had to be reorganized through Dali, and the number should not exceed 30,000.

As for the others, such as military politics, civil affairs, and financial issues, Changsun Hong didn't say it, and Za Shu'er didn't ask, so everyone tacitly kept it for later.

On that day, everyone dispersed happily, and Za Shu'er also stayed in the Dali army, lying in the tent next to Changsun Hong, and slept all night.

It's an attitude and a signal.

From Yanjing further north to the east, large and small separatist warlords have surrendered to Changsun Hong, some Mongolians rode out of the Great Wall overnight to flee to the grassland, to the end of the third year of the Great Song Baoyou, the entire north has re-settled, the Yellow River basin stretching for thousands of miles has generally restored tranquility, although there are still small forces in some places, but the big forces, especially the Han households attached to Mongolia, all surrendered to the command of Changsun Hong, became the princes of various places, and erected the banner of Dali.

Especially after seeing Zhang Rou, Shi Tianze, Za Shu'er and other giants worshipping at the feet of Changsun Hong, there was no one in the north who dared to confront the Dali army head-on.

Except, of course, for the Jurchens who retreated to the northeast of Yanjing.

Changsun Hong didn't have time to pay attention to these remnants of the Jin people, anyway, the Mongols didn't want to see them, so let these slaves fend for themselves in the white mountains and black waters, and wait for the big event to be determined, and then weigh it.

After sending Za Zhu'er away, and then talking secretly with Shi Tianze, who came in a hurry, for most of the day, after a period of rest, Changsun Hong took the barbarian army under his command and returned to Jingzhao Mansion in triumph.

He didn't delay much on the road, because Ding Daquan, the envoy of the Great Song Dynasty, had been waiting here for several months.

As soon as he returned to the official residence of Jingzhao Mansion, Ding Daquan couldn't wait to find the door.

Changsun Hong didn't rush to see him, but just said that his body was infected with a disease on the way and needed to be treated and left behind closed doors.

Ding Daquan waited for another half a month in a hurry, and finally got a letter: "The prince has recovered from a serious illness and can see guests." ”

Ding Daquan was overjoyed and hurried over.

Jingzhao Mansion after this period of operation, has been very different from the past, Liu Bingzhong and others are very hard-working, coupled with the effect of the order to seek talents, today's Chang'an City has recovered its vitality, the displaced people are attached, scholars are widely gathered, agriculture and industry and commerce are flourishing under the deliberate guidance of the government, Guanzhong slowly began to improve, some Ami flatterers, and even shouted out "Prosperity that has never been seen since the Tang Dynasty".

So the eldest grandson Hong's official residence has also been repaired, during the period when he went out to fight, Liu Tang stayed in Xijing to double the area of the official residence, and the decoration inside was also repainted, no longer as before the barracks style, but much more magnificent.

Changsun Hong met Ding Daquan in the newly paved lobby with a layer of floor tiles.

But what remained unchanged was the two rows of burly sergeants outside the hall with angry eyebrows, Ding Daquan walked into the hall under the gaze of these people, only to feel that his feet were a little weak with a cold gaze.

These big men have a murderous aura on their bodies and eyes, and the bloodthirsty aura emanates unnaturally, which makes Ding Daquan very uncomfortable, and subconsciously lowers his head, always feeling that the knife in the hands of these soldiers will be pulled out and cut people at any time.

It wasn't until he walked up the stairs briskly and entered the lobby that this feeling faded, which made Ding Daquan breathe a long sigh of relief.

The eldest grandson Hongdao robe and scarf, dressed in a relaxed dress waiting for him in the hall.

Ding Daquan frowned, this dress is too casual, not like waiting for the imperial envoy, at least you have to wear an official robe.

However, Ding Daquan's lesson in Sichuan made him not easily slander his belly, on the contrary, he also smiled familiarly, bowed and bent down to greet Changsun Hong.

The eldest grandson Hong also responded with a smile, and the two of them chatted for a while, and the guests sat down.

Ding Daquan's ass didn't sit down firmly, and he didn't have time to speak, so he listened to Changsun Hong's speech first.

"Lord Ding came from afar, I heard about it in Zhending Mansion, and I couldn't come back in time because of military affairs, so I asked Lord Ding Haihan." The eldest grandson Hong said with a pleasant face, and took the time to ask someone to bring tea up: "I don't know what the court said about harmony, when will it be implemented?" It's okay on my side, I can go to Beijing at any time. ”

"Huh?"

Ding Daquan didn't know how to answer for a while, and if he was ready with his stomach, it was useless.

He thought for a moment before slowly replying, "This, I came here this time, and I was indeed preparing to summon it." ”

Ding Daquan looked around, but didn't see the long case incense burner, it seemed that Changsun Hong had no intention of receiving the order, and those big soldiers outside the hall who were not good at looking like incense were not like the characters who burned incense and waited, so his heart was upset, and he gave up the idea of getting up and announcing the decree as a messenger, although this is a convention.

"The official family, well, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, wants to marry the eldest grandson and marry Princess Yanfu to the adult, and from then on the Great Song Dynasty and Dali will be close to each other, and the two countries will be one and ...... from now on."

"Master Ding doesn't need to say any more." Changsun Hong smiled directly and stretched out his hand: "Where is the letter?" I'll write back, and it's done! ”