In the minds of the ministers of the Song people, the Song Dynasty was the kingdom of China, which originally had culture and education but no martial arts, but now the lower Wenzhi is prominent, and the martial arts are also proud, and many people see the harm and potential danger of the Mongols, and they are more and more reluctant to have any intersection between the emperor and the so-called Mongol Great Khan.

What made the ministers even more frightened was that there were rumors that when the emperor fled back to the Great Song Dynasty, he had been helped by the Mongol Khan and had become brothers in Anda, and now the other party had made a great contribution to the disappearance of the Jin State.

Fortunately, the Great Song Dynasty has just defeated a strong enemy, 600,000 forbidden troops are extremely strong, more weapons, armor, more convenient to use large assault guns and crossbows are constantly produced, the entire forbidden army will replace armor and weapons, more powerful weapons to be sent to the army, although the number of the forbidden army is not more than the previous dynasty, the combat effectiveness is more than a hundred times, which also makes the government and the opposition full of confidence in the current national strength of the Song State, not afraid of the Liao Dynasty in the last years, just fell a strong enemy, and a more fierce one.

Zhao Huan naturally knows everyone's thoughts. Zhang Jun seemed to complain about the other party's treachery at this time, but in fact, he still had an idea of testing the emperor's will.

He smiled slightly, and replied to Zhang Jun: "Barbarian, you can't always treat people with sincerity, I am the lord of China, and I still have a little mind, so let him come to worship me first, what is the benefit of me, and what is the harm to me when I go to see him?" ”

When he said this, he was almost dissatisfied, and he was influenced by benevolence. Zhang Jun and the others were full of wonder when they heard it, but they didn't dare to object to such obvious words preached by the saint, and they were silent one by one, but they were only secretly worried in their stomachs.

Zhao Huan smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't tell everyone about it, just walked forward leisurely, enjoying the scenery of the northern country.

At this time, Yanjing naturally has no sandstorms, and it is the height of summer. Not to mention the wind and sunshine, the weather is cooler than in the south, along the way there are patches of greenery, birds and rain and flowers, although there are still some traces of the great war still exist, there are still people along the way, occasionally there are sporadic farmers who know that the war has stopped, and begin to work in the fields. From afar, I saw a large group of people passing by, and then saw the emperor's honor guard that indicated the emperor's identity, although the peasants and the people did not know the umbrella covers embroidered with flowers, plants, birds, beasts, fish and insects, and the bright yellow color was for the emperor, but everyone clearly understood, and they were all kneeling down on the roadside at the moment, and the mountain shouted long live without mentioning it.

Zhao Huan was full of smiles and greeted these peasants, some habits in his previous life suddenly raised his head at this time, and he almost jumped off the horse. Talk to these peasants. However, the eyes full of honor guards and guards made him dispel this thought, coughed lightly, and continued on his way.

A few miles outside the Mongol camp. Hebule had already led hundreds of beggar nobles, waiting on the side of the road, and when he saw Zhao Huan's guard of honor coming, he immediately came forward.

Zhao Huan also saw him from a distance, only to see that the other party was riding a white horse, and hundreds of nobles around him were crowded, which was very majestic. It's just that he didn't go far in front of him, but he stopped his horse and looked slightly embarrassed.

He smiled, but he just wouldn't dismount. Nor do they speak.

Hebule was stunned for a moment, but he came to his senses, jumped off the horse with a smile on his face, and said in a loud voice: "I have seen His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty!" "On one side, you have to kneel down and salute.

Zhao Huan jumped off the horse at this time, strode forward, and supported Hebule with both hands, but he felt that the other party had no intention of kneeling at all.

This is the great Khan of the Mongols, who is full of great talent. A few years have passed, and it is already old.

When he met Zhao Huan in Shangjing, he was only about forty, but now he looks at it, his hair is all white, and his face is full of wrinkles. The natural ecology of the northern steppes and the living habits of the Mongolian people have made him age very fast and conspicuous.

Hebul was also looking at Zhao Huan.

When I saw Zhao Huan in Beijing, the other party was thin, sickly, and very weak.

On the way to escape, he barely supported himself, his riding skills were also very poor, and his whole spirit was like a sick man. When I arrived on the grassland, I was seriously ill.

At this time, the other party is refreshed, sturdy, and his riding skills are obviously many grades stronger than back then, and the dismounting action is beautiful and refreshing, and it is obvious that the other party is an equestrian master.

What surprised him even more was Zhao Huan's demeanor and the kind of confidence and strength exuded by the whole person, the kind of mature politician who holds great power and can control the fate of the common people.

The emperor's guard of honor composed of thousands of people could not make this Mongol respect, the Emperor of Daliao and the later Emperor Dajin were keen on this set, although the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty was more gorgeous, more rich and mighty, in the eyes of Hebule, it was not too surprising.

It was Zhao Huan himself, as well as the unique temperament exuded by the dozens of generals behind Zhao Huan, which surprised him and did not dare to underestimate it.

What surprised him even more was the thousands of cavalry who followed to protect the emperor's land. They stood silently, there was nothing special, and they did not show mighty military songs and slogans, but just a few thousand people, but it gave Hebule great mental pressure, not only him, but also the beggar nobles behind him, and their eyes quickly shifted from the emperor himself to this group of cavalry.

Yes, anyone who has had a little experience of war will know what a terrifying elite army the cavalry team in front of them is in line with their movements and exuding incomparable confidence and murderous spirit as a whole.

As if seeing the curiosity in the other party's eyes, Zhao Huan smiled slightly, and walked towards the camp with his hand, while saying, "The Great Khan has noticed my local guard cavalry?" ”

Hebul nodded in response: "Yes, His Majesty the Emperor is right. ”

"That is the Beiwei cavalry under Yue Fei, Yingchang battled, they fought ten times the gold soldiers, fought hard for half a day, and won the battle, and the first merit was to carry Wei."

The strength of this cavalry has always been concerned about the Hebul of the Song-Jin War, and he naturally understands it clearly in his heart. It's just that he originally thought it was just a pretext after the defeat of the Jin soldiers, or an exaggeration of the Song people, but at this time, he witnessed the existence of this cavalry, and only then did he understand in his heart that the cavalry in the world was not only Mongolian.

Zhao Huan held his hand, but he only felt that the other party's hand was sweating slightly, and he smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't say anything. When he arrived at the camp, he saw the white-haired Zhao Ji standing quietly in the middle of the camp gate, looking at himself.

He couldn't say what he felt for a while, so he subconsciously took a few steps forward, solemnly knelt down and saluted, kowtowed and cried: "My son is late, please forgive my father." ”

Zhao Ji is already old, many years of cotton clothes and jade food, shameless, has seriously destroyed his body, the northern country is a prisoner, the unsatisfactory life and the destruction of the spirit make him age faster, the back has been bent, the eyes are old, wearing a green robe, at this time he is more like an old pedant in the countryside, rather than a former emperor.

Seeing the eldest son kneeling in front of him, Zhao Ji had a complicated expression, and after being stunned for a while, he reached out to help Zhao Huan, and after helping Zhao Huan up, Zhao Ji first looked at his face, and then said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, my son's expression is better than before." Zhao Huan cried: "My father is even older. The son is not filial, and he can't take back his father earlier. ”

Zhao Ji said with a smile: "Since ancient times, there has been no ancient rare emperor, although I am not in the age of ancient rare, but I have also passed the sixtieth year, people are naturally like this when they are old, do you want to learn from the first emperor, to learn the art of immortals." ”

He said this at this time, Zhao Huan was very surprised, Zhao Ji was superstitious in Taoism, canonized many Taoist priests as officials, and even gave himself the honorific title of Taoism, but at this time he was open-minded, it seems that these years of captivity have taught this playboy emperor a sobering lesson.

Where did Zhao Ji know his thoughts, and said to him: "You refused to accept me at the beginning, I still have some resentment in my heart, and I didn't wake up until today." Only then can my sins and mistakes be washed away. ”

Seeing that Zhao Huan was silent and did not answer, Zhao Ji said again: "You are a filial son, I also know that when King Yun goes back, you treat them well, and the Empress Dowager Meng is in Chang'an, you are in the province in the morning and dusk, and you never slack off." Now the Great Song Dynasty not only recovered the homeland, destroyed the Jin Kingdom, but also recovered the sixteen states of Yanyun, there is no need to mention the previous things, I don't take it to heart, and I will never allow others to make a fuss about this matter, I can rest assured. ”

Zhao Huan saw that he was so sober and understood, and he was really comforted in his heart. What he is most afraid of is that Zhao Ji hates him for refusing to negotiate peace with him, if he returns to the emperor at this time, and the emperor is against the emperor, then it will be a lot of resistance to many political and military reforms below, at least, it will be used by many people.

At this time, the other party is so sensible, he will definitely not be involved in political affairs in the future, but will only take care of his old age, and will never cause trouble to him. He was very moved in his heart, and finally replied sincerely: "When my father said this, my son was ashamed, and I only hope that after my father returns to Kaifeng, my father can live for ten thousand years." ”

Zhao Ji laughed and said: "Ten thousand years are unpredictable, I just hope that there will be a few more comfortable days." ”

He looked at Hebul and the others who were waiting for his father and son to speak not far away, and said in a low voice: "I see that these Mongols are fierce and ambitious, and they are even more ferocious than the Jurchens when it comes to force. ”

Zhao Huan also turned around and glanced at Hebule, and then said with a smile: "Father, rest assured, the sons and daughters will wake up and never let him sit big again and become a new Jin country." ”