Yang Kang turned his head to glance at the heavily guarded Zhao Wangfu, turned around and hurried out of the city.

In the palace of the Zhongdu Jin Kingdom, many ministers gathered together, silent, and the sudden death of King Zhao not only left a huge power vacancy, but also caught them off guard.

The threat of the Mongol Khan Temujin, like a fish in the throat, they didn't feel it deeply when Wanyan Honglie was still alive, and those things were handled by King Zhao, who controlled the soldiers and horses, and kept them out of the pass, with outstanding feats.

There is pressure, but it is also an opportunity for many people. King Zhao is too dazzling, when he is alive, he covers everyone's edge, they don't even have a chance to stretch out their hands, and some people are overjoyed.

There are different thoughts, but no one mentions the matter of avenging King Zhao.

"Uncle Liuwang died suddenly, I really feel inexplicable grief, there are enemies outside, there are injustices inside, at the time of survival of sorrow, I can only uphold the will of Uncle Liuwang, sweep away the great trouble, calm Jiangnan, and live up to the situation he painstakingly managed. I wonder if all Aiqing is willing to share my worries? "The emperor of Jin Guo is still the nephew of Wanyan Honglie, he has not had much sense of existence all the time, King Zhao is in power, and even many decrees are from King Zhao's mansion. Wanyan Honglie pressed against his chest like a mountain, making him breathless. When he first got the news, he cheered for a long time, only to feel that his ancestors were sheltering, so he said this as soon as he came up.

"Qi Qi Sheng, King Zhao's bones are not cold, if he can't manage the future generations for him, it is estimated that the generals in the army will definitely be resentful, and this matter must be guarded against." Lu Shumi's eyes flashed, and he stood up and said, it seemed that he was solving problems for the emperor, but in fact, he pointed out that the army's morale was unstable and someone needed to suppress it. When King Zhao was alive. He, the privy envoy in charge of military affairs, was just an ornament, but the death of King Zhao was a good opportunity for him.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed, and Lu Shumi's envoy wanted to immediately reach out to the army, and he wanted to intervene in this matter justifiably.

"What Lord Lu said is very true. We must not immerse ourselves in the grief of the death of King Zhao, whether it is to deal with the Mongols in the north or to the south, it is urgent, and please make plans in advance. "This is the right prime minister Wang Changgeng, the official positions of the Jin State are basically modeled after the Liao and Song dynasties, and they have some of their own characteristics. The left prime minister and the right prime minister, plus Pingzhang political affairs, Shang Shuling, etc. All of them are among the best of the best.

Yelu Chucai stood silently in the crowd, watching coldly, he was the prince of the Khitan tribe, and he was supported by the Khitan tribe, and he had always been cautious. He suddenly felt that these people were a little ridiculous, King Zhao could be described as a pillar of optimus, supporting the entire Jin Kingdom, and now he had just passed away. These people began to fight for power. There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings.

Yelu Chucai had an intention in his heart. Such a Jin State will be destroyed by the Mongols sooner or later, just like the Jurchens destroyed the Liao State of the Khitans. He is familiar with history, and he uses it to read and study in his spare time, and he is outstanding in learning, but unfortunately it is because of his Khitan identity. Not reused by the Jin State.

The messy meeting quickly came to fruition, and many ministers had their own gains. When Wanyan Honglie was alive, they didn't dare to speak out casually, but now they don't have so many scruples.

It's not just them, there are undercurrents surging in the territory of the Jin country. The news of Yan Honglie's death can't hide from many people's eyes at all. Everyone has their own little abacus, which makes Jin Guo instantly give birth to chaos.

In Zhending Mansion, Hebei, Wu Xian rode a jujube red horse, straddled a long knife at his waist, held a strong bow, and shot a hare in the distance with an arrow, winning the applause of many subordinates.

"General Wu, I just received the news that Wanyan Honglie is dead." Someone rode up to the martial immortal and said with a respectful expression. Wu Xian has many positions, and he likes others to call him a general the most. In order to win him over, the Jin people canonized him many titles, especially the Duke of Hengshan, which made him the secretary of state, which can be described as a prominent glory.

"Really? Go and bring the spy here, I'm going to ask him personally. Wu Xian's face changed, but he received a letter from Zhang Rou, in which he frankly said that he had met strange people, and there was a saying that Yan Honglie would not live for this year, so let him prepare early.

The number of Jin people is scarce, only one-tenth of the Han people, and the Han people are xenophobic, so they have these big landlords to divide the army, among which the most famous is Wuxian. Together, they were called the Nine Princes of the Northland, and each of them had soldiers and horses in his hands.

The spies were quickly brought up, and the matter had a result, and Wu Xian immediately ordered the generals to be summoned. He looked a little excited, King Zhao was really dead, if this was the case, it meant that the opportunity to belong to his martial immortal had come.

"Life is impermanent, I thought that King Zhao Hongfu Qitian was not very old, but I really didn't expect that Zhang Rou would say it, it seems that I still have to ask him." Wu Xian thought that there was no chance in this life, and Wanyan Honglie didn't have the strength to sweep them out, but it was just that the gains outweighed the losses for King Zhao. Wanyan Honglie has a far-sighted vision, but he doesn't care so much about the gains and losses of one city and one city.

Quickly ending the hunt, Wu Xian leaned back in his seat and fell into deep thought, even he didn't think about what path to go next.

The news came too suddenly.

The changes caused by Yan Honglie's death have just begun at this time.

Since Fan Wen, the left envoy of Guangming, left Guangming Ding that day, he soon arrived at the gathering place of the Mongols, his martial arts are very high, and he quickly managed to integrate into the tribe of the Mongols, wandering among them, he found that he might really be wrong.

"Han, what about you, don't come over and work quickly, otherwise when the master comes back, you will feel better." Fan Wen was in a daze, and someone next to him immediately came over and urged.

He went incognito, casually found a reason for the ruin of his family, and ended up here, where he might have been captured as a slave, but he showed a little iron skills, and was recruited here to make weapons for the Mongols.

The Mongols were highly hierarchical, the golden family of Temujin was in absolute dominance, the others were the royal families of various tribes, and the rest were ordinary steppe tribes. They did not produce, herded cattle and horses, and generally used as slaves for the captured Han Chinese.

If you can read and write, you will have the opportunity to get ahead, or if you have a skill, you will also be recruited by the Mongols and used by them, which constitutes the current appearance of the Mongols.

Fan Wen didn't say anything, and without saying a word, he carried the hammer and got to work. He went out day and night, and he had this layer of identity to hide, but he had explored many Mongolian tribes, which made him frightened. The Mongol power had extended to the Western Regions.

The threat of the Mongols mentioned by Zhao Qi seemed to him to be light. The Mongols were warlike, and anyone who grew up could become a qualified soldier, which meant a steady stream of warriors. If it weren't for the lack of many siege weapons and so on, Fan Wen had no doubt that with the current strength of the Mongols, they would be able to defeat the Song and Jin.

"I'll go see Temujin tonight, and I'll go back to-morrow." Fan Wen waved the hammer, and his expression was a little gloomy against the charcoal fire, which was just to admit that he was blind. But he is a Han after all, and he doesn't want to see the Mongols grow stronger, which is definitely a nightmare for him and for Mingjiao.

Among the Mongols, he found many people who were Christians, and these people were the natural enemies of their Ming religion, and they could not be allowed to retreat from the contradictions in their ideas and missions.

With this in mind, Fan Wen continued to work, but he secretly added some ingredients to these weapons, and even before leaving, he was ready to kill some people. He wasn't going to assassinate the royal nobles, they were heavily guarded. Fan Wen wants to kill those Han thieves who have a skill, but they have defected to the Mongols, and they have no one to protect.

Although it would be a little better than the life of slaves, in fact, the Han people are still inferior here, and the Mongols do not have so many thoughts to protect them now, which gives Fan Wenkong a void.

On Zhao Qi's side, Huang Yaoshi came, this time he did not hide his identity, but came openly.

Seeing Huang Yaoshi's figure from a distance, Mei Chaofeng's body couldn't help but shudder, her lips turned white, she was really afraid of Huang Yaoshi's fear to the core.

"Don't worry, he's not here to find you, I said that as long as you do things for me, I will protect you, what's not to worry about? That's your master after all, what's the big deal? What's more, no one can tell you about it, it's true. Zhao Qi saw the panic on Mei Chaofeng's face, shook his head and said. Anyway, he didn't feel how scary Huang Yaoshi was, this was the confidence brought by strength.

Huang Rong on the side glared at Zhao Qi, she felt that Zhao Qi had always had bad intentions, and at this time she was still digging a pit for Senior Sister Mei.

"Miss Huang, your father is coming, don't flatter me casually, otherwise it won't be good for him to misunderstand something." Zhao Qi said to Huang Rong without changing his face, completely ignoring the anger in Huang Rong's eyes.

PS: The first update of the guarantee! (To be continued.) )