At the foot of Tribulus Mountain, the twilight is heavy, and the whole grassland is shrouded in smoke-like night.

In the big tent of the Jurchen Chinese army, the emperor of the Jin State, Wanyan Aguta, personally hosted a banquet to receive the envoys of the Song Dynasty, accompanied by a number of important ministers and generals of the Jin State, including the second prince, the fourth prince and the seventh princess of the Great Jin State.

In the four-year maritime alliance between the Song and Jin, the envoys came and went many times, which was the highest courtesy of the envoys of the Song Dynasty.

Not only Zhao Hao treated him with VIP courtesy, but also Yang Keshi, Han Shizhong and other six generals also became guests. Although the six generals except Yang Keshi, the rest of the official ranks are not high, but their performance in the daytime martial arts competition convinced the Jurchens.

The Jurchens have always been vulgar, and there are no exquisite dishes in the first place, let alone in the military camp, only large pieces of meat and large bowls of spirits.

However, it is said to be a strong wine, but in fact it is just spicy, and the degree is not high, and the Jurchens did not brew a high-concentration wine.

During the banquet, they staggered and talked about wine, even the most arrogant Wanyan Lou Room and others became extremely low-key, especially seeing that even a white-faced boy like Zhao Hao could eat meat at a loss, and he was even more impressed by the big bowl of wine.

During the banquet, Wanyan Agu was happy, and he personally signed the letter of state, and the two sides reached an agreement on the alliance to break Liao.

The Song and Jin marched to attack Liao, with the Jin army capturing Shangjing and Dading Mansion in Zhongjing, and the Song army capturing Datong Mansion in Xijing and Xijin Mansion in Nanjing. After the destruction of Liao, the sixteen states of Yanyun were returned to the Song Dynasty, and the rest of the Liao land was returned to the Jin State.

After Yan Agu stamped the bright red seal on the national letter, Zhao Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

So that Jin's mission has been successfully completed, and now he just needs to make sure that he returns to Bianjing alive.

The credentials were signed, and the banquet reached a climax, and both sides toasted together.

Suddenly, Yang Pu raised his glass to Zhao Hao and smiled: "Your Majesty has always liked the poetry of the Han people, I heard that Gongzi Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything is fine, poetry and songs, everything, today's event, can you ask Gongzi to compose a song for Your Majesty to commemorate?" ”

Before the words fell, all the Jurchen soldiers applauded.

Especially Wan Yanxue, she applauded and shouted loudly.

Wanyan Aguda also looked at Zhao Hao with a smile on his face, his eyes full of expectation.

Zhao Hao glanced at Yang Pu coldly, looked around, thought for a moment in his mind, and said with an indifferent smile: "Okay!" ”

Wanyan Agu is the Dajin Emperor, he is just a distant clan of the Great Song Dynasty, an official of the fourth grade, and there is nothing wrong with composing lyrics for Wanyan Agu.

It's just that if this word is not done well, even if it carries a little suspicious flattery, he may be attacked by those scholars and doctors one day, and he will be burdened with the black cauldron of servility to foreign races.

This Yang Pu didn't have any good intentions, but a bit of digging a pit.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had just signed the national letter had not yet been removed, Zhao Hao slowly walked to the front of the bookcase, lifted Zhu Hao, dipped it in thick ink, waved his pen, and wrote a line or two on the rice paper.

Yang Pu, Wanyan Zongbi, Zongwang, Wanyan Xue, Wanyan Xiyin and others surrounded one after another.

"Break the bar."

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion."

The two lines of big characters on the rice paper, through the back of the paper, are dripping, sharp, full of arrogance, like breaking gold and cutting jade, it is the thin gold body.

The words are amazing, but the first two sentences are even more magnificent, proud, and extraordinary.

Even though Wan Yanxue's delicate voice was pronounced, it still showed the lyricist's iron bones and ambition, which made Zong Han and other people who were familiar with Han poetry around him couldn't help but applaud.

With just these two sentences, Yang Pu's face already showed a look of loss.

It is certainly annoying that he can't dig a pit, but the most important thing is that although he is known as the first minister of Dajin, he can't make such words......

And the seventh princess finished Yan Xue, when she read these two sentences, she looked at Zhao Hao's eyes, and she had completely fallen.

Zhao Hao only paused slightly, and Zhu Hao in his hand continued to sway.

"Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound."

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."

"But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death."

"Why don't you happen in vain!"

This poem is written by Xin Qiji, Xin Qiji has not yet been born at this time, so he will naturally not be exposed, and because of his arrival, it is difficult to say whether Xin Qiji can write this poem.

It's just that he changed the last sentence.

The original text is "Poor white happens! ”

Xin Qiji is patriotic, but he also pursues fame. Winning the first battle and becoming famous, not only "but the king's affairs in the world", but also "winning the name before and after his death", isn't it magnificent! If it ends here, it is really enough to be a "strong word".

However, in that era when the capitulation faction controlled the government, there were no conditions for the real "strong words", and what was written above was just an ideal that Xin Qijian diligently pursued.

Xin Qiji unfolded his rich imagination, incarnated as a general in the word, just climbed to the peak of the ideal, suddenly plummeted, fell back to the cold reality, and sighed bitterly: "Poor white happens! "Gray hair has been born, and the dream of reconquistading has come to naught. Thinking that he has no ambition, and "serving the country and dying without a battlefield", he can only eat and drink in sleepless nights, can only "pick up the lamp and watch the sword in the drunk", and can only gallop on the battlefield in the "dream", and be happy for a while...... This situation is indeed "sad".

However, who "pips" him?

The incompetence of the king and the court, Xin Qiji could only end up depressed in the end, and the tunnel of history echoed in the air "Kill the enemy!" Fight the enemy! Fight the enemy! ”

And Zhao Hao changed the last "pitiful" to "what a pity", making this poem a complete "strong word", magnificent mountains and rivers!

I want to save all the people in the fire and water, resist the enemy outside the country, laugh and talk about thirsty for the blood of the Huns, ambitious to eat Hulu meat, blue silk and white hair, this ambition does not change, who dares to say the word "pitiful"?

After the song "Breaking the Array" was written, the audience was silent, Zong Han, Zong Wang, Zong Bi, Xi Yin and Yang Pu and others, all of whom were familiar with Han poetry, were shocked by this "strong poem".

Zong Bi handed the rice paper to Wanyan Aguta, and the old emperor of the Jin Kingdom looked at it carefully several times, and finally couldn't help but admire: "Good words, good words...... The Great Song Dynasty can have dragons and phoenixes among people like Gongzi, why not be happy? It's a pity...... Come to pay tribute to Zhao Gongzi for a cup, and wish the two countries of Song and Jin eternal friendship! ”

Zhao Hao was also slightly excited, hurriedly got up, raised his glass to greet him, and drank it all.

Aguta has nothing to pity, and no one knows what he pity.

Perhaps it's a pity that the identity of Zhao Hao's clan is destined not to be reused, and it is difficult to repay his ambitions.

Maybe it's a pity that such a person can't be used by him.

Zong Wang, Zong Bi and others raised their glasses to toast Zhao Hao.

Between the banquets, Wan Yanxue didn't know when she had returned to Ah Guta's side, with a pair of wonderful eyes, but she could no longer leave Zhao Hao.

Although he hadn't drunk much wine, his eyes were already full of strong wine.

Handsome and extraordinary, heroic, brave and brave in the three armies, talented, iron-clad, and proud of hunting...... In this world, how could there be such a perfect man, so perfect that she was thrilling.

Accustomed to seeing those Jurchen men with long knives and fast horses, bending bows and shooting eagles, drinking wine in big bowls, eating meat in large pieces, and licking blood with knives, it is like seeing a piece of flawless white jade in the mountains of dirt, just like ...... After walking a long path of cow dung and muddy sheep's intestines, I suddenly saw a broad avenue paved with flowers and floor tiles.

This son from the south, with his voice and smile, has melted into her heart, and the rich and mellow love has melted into her bones and cannot be eliminated.

If you can tie the knots and manage the branches, if you have to fly like wings, although you die, you have no regrets......

At this moment, her heart has completely fallen for him, and she can't extricate herself.

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Finally, after nearly two watches in the evening, the cheerful banquet finally came to an end, the Jurchen officials said goodbye one after another, and Zhao Hao was also placed in a gorgeous and secluded tent.

The voices of the people outside the tent have gradually quieted down, and people in twos and threes are helping each other out, and some are still singing.

The song finally quieted down, and the sound of the wind blowing on the grassland became the most desolate and majestic grievance, which made people feel gloomy.

In the boundless sky, the stars have sunk, and on the reckless grassland, it seems that Zhao Hao is the only one left.

Zhao Hao drank so much wine for the first time, his whole body was hot, tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep, when suddenly the curtain door of the tent was opened, and a person stood at the door.

Zhao Hao was startled, and immediately jumped up.

A slender figure stepped into the moon, the white clothes fluttered like snow, the green silk hanging down was swept by the night wind, the woman with the hanging neck, like a smile of flowers, stared at him with a pair of wonderful eyes, with a little joy and a little love in her eyes, and a little shy.

Zhao Hao's face changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Your Royal Highness Princess, what are you doing here?"

Princess Wanyan didn't speak, her snow-white clothes slid down her shoulders, revealing her smooth, satin-like skin.

The dress slipped down again, revealing her fresh, soft, straight, full, F-cup chest again.

HER BODY WAS NAKED.

Light shirt, or slide down.........

Zhao Hao was stunned again, his whole body froze, he didn't dare to move again, and it was like a dream.

He saw a perfect carcass, a perfect chest, a perfect waist, a perfect leg, and then he saw nothing.

He was embraced by the warm scent of nephrite, two soft and fiery red lips covering his lips, and then a soft fragrant tongue explored in.

In this life and this life, if you miss tonight, you may never see each other again.

As long as she loves and has it tonight, she will die without regrets......

The women of the Han people are flesh and bones made of water, even if they are lovesick and loving, they are also hidden in the bottom of their hearts, written on paper, and placed in the sound of the piano; A woman of an alien race is a heart made of fire, dare to love and hate, if you want to love, you will be vigorous, even if it is a moth to the fire, you must move forward, even if it is broken and ashes, you will not hesitate.

Zhao Hao is already drunk at the moment, he is not a womanizer, but he has already drunk a lot of wine, and he is tempted by this, so he can't control it at all, so let's take it as a spring dream.

Both of them fell down and fell on his couch. (100,000 words omitted here...... ）

Finally the sun gradually rose, shining through the gap in the curtain and shining into the tent.

The newborn sunshine, how gentle is the breath of a baby, Zhao Hao slowly opened his eyes, and found that the side was empty, and the Yiren had gone, like a spring dream.

It's just that the few long green silks left on the brocade quilt, as well as the lingering fragrance of the quilt, tell him that it is not a dream.

Let's think of it as a spring dream......

Hu Han has a different path, he is the enemy of life and death, and his children are long, how can he fight against the hatred of breaking the country?

He touched his cheek lightly, brushed away the lingering fragrance, and began to dress.

After dressing, he was about to wash up, when suddenly, he jumped up, jumped in front of the curtain door, lifted the curtain, and saw a person standing with a knife, murderous.