Outside the big tent.

A woman.

A woman with a knife.

A beautiful woman with a knife.

Fang Baihua!

Zhao Hao didn't feel his expression froze, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart, feeling guilty and embarrassed.

Fang Baihua looked at Zhao Hao with straight eyes, and saw that Zhao Hao's heart was furious for a while, and asked sneeringly: "Miss Fang, get up so early?" ”

Fang Baihua smiled, as bright as a summer flower, and said with a faint smile: "Specially stand guard for the son." ”

"Standing guard?" Zhao Hao was slightly messy.

"The princess of the alien race, who entered the prince's tent at night, and her subordinates were worried that the prince would be lost, so they followed her to ensure the safety of the child, and fortunately she was safe......"

"What?" Zhao Hao was completely messy and almost jumped up.

In this way, from last night's Yan Xue to the present, Fang Baihua has been listening outside, and he has been soaring and leaping, charging into battle several times, all in Fang Baihua's ears...... What a!

Zhao Hao only felt that he wanted to plunge into the ground and hide himself, and his face turned red.

Fang Baihua grinned and said, "Childe is very powerful...... Win glory for the country! ”

Zhao Hao's face turned even redder, and he was speechless for a while, and when he was embarrassed, a cold light suddenly flashed, and when he reacted, the knife in Fang Baihua's hand had already reached his neck, making his face change again.

The smile on Fang Baihua's face had already retracted, his face was frosty, and he said coldly: "Gongzi is a relative of the Great Song Dynasty, a court official of the fourth grade, and an envoy to the Jurchen on behalf of the Great Song Dynasty, so he should focus on the overall situation, and in the future, this kind of matter will be better to be provoked less, not to mention ......"

She stretched the knife forward, approached Zhao Hao, and said in a low voice: "What's more, Gongzi is aiming for the position of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, if he loses his life for this, isn't it a joke?" ”

After speaking, Fang Baihua put away his long knife and strode away.

Zhao Hao stared at her back blankly.

Maybe he saw it, maybe he didn't see it, the deep sadness in her eyes.

Maybe he heard, maybe he didn't, the broken voice in her heart.

Just as Zhao Hao was about to return to the big tent, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several black shadows in the corner of his eye, and they disappeared in a flash.

Zhao Hao was furious and shouted: "Han Lao Wu! ”

A tall black shadow flashed out again, touched his head, and walked to Zhao Hao with a smirk: "Childe, what do you ......order?"

Zhao Hao asked in a deep voice, "When did you come?" ”

Han Shizhong said with a smile: "How can there be no secret whistles around the child's big tent?" When the Jurchen princess sneaks over, we will know...... If it weren't for the fact that the princess didn't have a weapon, Lao Tzu would have thought she was an assassin! Who expected ......"

Zhao Hao asked angrily, "Who would have thought anything?" ”

Han Shizhong smiled: "Who expected to be stabbed by the son...... Childe doesn't have to be nervous, the flowers can be folded straight, and I think Childe is quite a man. ”

In an instant, Zhao Hao had the heart to kill, with a crazy look on his face, and scolded viciously: "Get out!" ”

Han Shizhong laughed, and disappeared in front of Zhao Hao's eyes as if he had escaped.

Zhao Hao touched his forehead and returned to the big tent with a depressed expression.

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After the Jurchens reorganized themselves at the foot of Tribulus Mountain, the main army continued to advance southward under the leadership of the fierce general Wanyan Lou Mur, intending to sweep the entire territory of Zhongjing Road.

And Zhao Hao and his entourage also packed up and prepared to return to China to resume their lives.

In order to show his sincerity, Wanyan Aguta sent Wanyan Xiyin, a Jurchen minister, to accompany Zhao Hao to envoy the Great Song Dynasty.

This time, there is no need to cross Liaodi, just pass through Yiwulu Mountain, enter Liaodong, and then cross the sea from the southeast of Liaodong to reach the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. As for maritime security, it was ensured by the Jurchens.

The Jurchen army was setting off one after another, and Zhao Hao also bid farewell to Wanyan Agu.

Just as he was leaving the golden tent of Yan Agu and returning to his big tent, a sudden sound of the piano attracted his attention.

The sound of the piano came from a delicate tent not far from the Golden Horde, and the sound of the piano was melodious, a song of three stacks, full of parting sadness, and along with the sound of the piano, there was a low chant of a woman.

"Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west! Frost Night and Frost Morning. Travel, travel, cross the Guanjin for a long time, and melancholy this body. After hardships, hardships, hardships, it is advisable to cherish itself, it is appropriate to cherish itself...... Feelings, feelings, thinking of the twelve hours. Shang Shen is one each, who is the cause, who is the cause, who can be the cause, the day of the god, the day of the god...... Purpose wine, purpose wine, before drinking the heart has been alcohol. Ride the gallop, carry the gallop, what day to say the Xuan Xuan, can drink a few more patrols...... Ruler Sushen, ruler Sushen, ruler Su Pinshen, such as blind date, such as blind date. Belch! From now on, the two places are lovesick and dreamy, and the geese are guests. ”

From now on, the two places are lovesick and dreamy, and the guests are ......

Wen Yan Guest...... The next time they met, I was afraid that the soldiers would start, and the soldiers would point directly at Huining Mansion.

Lang is a concubine, amorous, just a night of spring supper, after waking up from the spring night, you are a Hu Lu girl, I am a great Song minister...... Or the Great Song Jun.

Things are like spring dreams, without a trace.

It's just, can it really be traceless?

The seventh princess can't do it, what about Zhao Gongzi?

Will one night, suddenly remember the spring dream under the tribulus mountain?

Zhao Hao stopped for a while, thought for a moment, and finally left slowly.

Yang Keshi, Han Shizhong and others had been waiting for a long time, and more than 300 elite horsemen of the Song army also stood solemnly.

After sharing hardships and suffering, and also experiencing a legendary experience, these elite soldiers not only became more and more fierce, but also had a favorable impression of Zhao Hao to more than 75.

In addition to Zhao Hao and his entourage, there were also about hundreds of people from Wanyan Xiyin and his entourage, next to Song Fang's soldiers and horses, waiting for Zhao Hao to take the lead in setting off.

Zhao Hao turned over and got on his horse, glanced at everyone, raised his horse whip and said, "Let's go!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a horse neighing was suddenly heard, and a riding shadow rushed out of the queue, whistling past Zhao Hao, and taking the lead in galloping forward.

Zhao Hao was furious, and when he looked up, it was Fang Baihua's back, so he had to shake his head in annoyance.

Immediately afterwards, with a coquettish laugh, another cavalry came out, it was Liang Hongyu, when she passed by Zhao Hao's side, Liang Hongyu smiled slightly: "The son did something wrong this time, and he went to persuade Miss Fang." ”

After speaking, it was also a horse's belly, closely followed by the flowers above, and the two of them walked forward side by side.

Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and raised his horsewhip, led everyone, followed behind, and headed towards the northeast.

As soon as he set off, he suddenly heard a shout behind him: "Childe stays!" ”

Zhao Hao reined in the horse's feet and slowly turned around, but saw that it was Wanyan Zongbi who came with dozens of flying horses, and unconsciously showed a puzzled look on his face.

When he ran closer, he found that there was a huge and terrifying falcon on his shoulder, Hai Dongqing.

"Carved out of Liaodong, the most handsome is called Haidongqing." Legend has it that only one of the 100,000 condors will produce a "Haidongqing", which is the highest totem of the Jurchen clan.

Haidongqing is a large bird of prey with a strong body weight. Females are larger than males. The maximum weight can be up to 6 kg. It is about 1 meter tall and more than 2 meters long with its wings spread. Head feathers are white, embellished with brown spots, and the upper body is dark gray; thorax reddish, embellished with brown spots, tail pure white; The mouth is thick and long, the tarsal foot is only feathered on the upper part, male and female are of the same color, the beak and claws fly fast and high like an iron hook, and can catch swans, wild ducks, rabbits, roe deer and other birds and beasts.

Therefore, the emperor of the Liao Dynasty, every spring in the duck river (now Songhua River) near the sea Dongqing to catch swans, catch the first swan, to hold a banquet to celebrate, called "the head goose feast". During the Jin and Yuan dynasties, the Jurchen and Mongolian nobles also had the custom of hunting with Haidongqing. In the early years, Haidongqing was also a tribute that the Jurchens had to pay to the Liao people every year.

The one on Wanyan Zongbi is also the king in Haidong Qingzhong, his height is about the same as that of ordinary Jurchens, his weight is about twenty catties, it is estimated that he can spread his wings up to three meters, and a pair of eagle eyes is even more majestic.

Zhao Hao saw that Zong Bi came to send it in person, and out of courtesy, he had to fight his horse to greet him.

Zong Bi held up the Hai Dongqing on his shoulders expressionlessly, handed it to Zhao Hao, and said coldly: "This is my Jurchen Clan's divine bird Baturu, and the seventh sister gave it to you." ”

Zhao Hao's heart was hot, and he hurriedly took over the huge bird, which was strange to say, the bird seemed to be psychic, and it didn't make any noise, but it just screamed, and then spread its wings and landed on Zhao Hao's hand, and then fell on Zhao Hao's shoulder.

Zhao Hao hugged his fists and saluted Zong Biyi: "Thank you to the fourth prince and the seventh princess!" ”

Zong Bi's face sank, and he looked at Zhao Hao, his eyes were already spewing fire: "You have defiled my seventh sister, he will be a Jurchen iron horse, and when the horse steps on Bianliang, I will cut off your head and hang it at the north gate!" ”

Zhao Hao smiled indifferently and said slowly: "If there is one day, I will definitely go straight to Huining Mansion and kill all those surnamed Yan, and only Ling Mei will be left!" ”

Zong Bi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, and his laughter was full of ridicule: "Son's ambition is commendable!" It's a pity...... Pity...... You're just a distant clan, and you're not in charge...... Hahaha......"

Zhao Hao still had a calm and relaxed look, and was not moved by his ridicule at all, but just saluted him again, said "There will be a period later", and then turned the horse's head and walked away.

The envoy group set off again, and the group rushed to Yiwulu Mountain.

Wanyan Zongbi stared at Zhao Hao's departing back hatefully, the anger in his eyes was still strong, and he said hatefully: "Zhao Hao'er, if you deceive me into finishing the princess of the Yan family, I will humiliate you after the Yan clan!" ”

Hundreds of steps away, on a small hill, a veiled Jurchen girl sat on a snow-white horse, looking at the line of military horses that were slowly leaving, staring at the big "Song" character.

Wanyan Zongwang on the side, looking at Wanyan Xue who was lost and depressed, smiled helplessly and said bitterly: "Seventh sister, you are too willful, Jurchen and Song Land, thousands of miles apart, the two countries will inevitably fight each other in the future, and they have a wife......

Wan Yanxue interrupted him leisurely: "Second brother, I don't regret it!" ”

No regrets for life......

PS: I originally thought that the work had quieted down, but in the past few days, there has been a sudden storm, and there is no way to stabilize the recent update...... It is expected that he will leave his job by the end of January at the latest, and will write a book full-time.