In the seventh year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, in 1137 AD, the first month of the year of Ding Si in the lunar calendar.

It's the middle of winter, and the sky is full of dark clouds, howling winds, cold air, and goose-feather snow.

The cold wind raged in the world, and it was cold to the bone, making passers-by shiver and couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Outside Yingtianfu, a convoy walked slowly.

A group of more than ten people rode on a high-headed horse, holding a spear to open the way, mighty and domineering, murderous.

Then a carriage drove slowly, and the coachman looked solemn and his eyes were bright, and he looked sophisticated.

Outside the carriage, a group of burly armorers dressed in black lacquered iron armor with long swords and single shields in their hands followed closely to the left and right, their faces were solemn, their eyes were sharp, and their postures were erect.

It is very majestic, very solemn, and the humble appearance of wagging his tail and begging for mercy in the capital of Jin Country ten days ago has not been revealed at all.

The carriage entered the city, and without hesitation, went straight to the palace......

Greeting envoy - He Mo brought back a letter written by the deputy marshal of Jin Right Wushu from Jinyanshan Mansion, confirming that Emperor Daojun and Empress Ningde had both died in Jin Wuguo City.

The right deputy marshal of the golden vulture is the golden vulture in the mouth of later generations.

What he said was naturally true.

"He Moss, you have made a meritorious service for the funeral, and you will retreat to be rewarded."

On the chair, a young man wearing a horned hat and wearing a white dress showed a sad look on his face and muttered to himself: "The death of my father and emperor should be mourned with a heavy ceremony, but we are children and grandchildren but we can't go to mourn, it's a sin, it's a sin!" ”

The voice was lonely and sad, as if it were a kind of despair.

He Moss standing on his body didn't dare to raise his head, but only whispered: "The official family's festival mourns and changes, take care of the Holy Body, and Weichen retires." ”

When the young man heard this, he waved his hand, and He Mo bowed down and retreated.

The moment the door of the hall was closed, the imperial squad vaguely glimpsed the young man closing his eyes expressionlessly, but the heartbroken cry in him still echoed for a long time.

"Heh... Hehe...... How can it be? When someone read the wrong ......"

Gozen shook his head and stood back in his position.

……

The next day, the news of the deaths of Huizong and Empress Xiansu was announced to the world, and the funeral was solemnized.

On that day, Qin Hui was appointed as the privy envoy, and his status was second only to Zhang Jun, the prime minister of the anti-gold faction.

Ten days later, Yue Fei was summoned to the pilgrimage to see him, and Yue Fei secretly said: Jin Yu intends to send Zhao Chen, the son of Bingwu Yuan (the eldest son of Qinzong and Empress Zhu who was ordained in April of the first year of Jingkang, as the crown prince, and was later captured and went north, and was nearly 20 years old at this time) to inherit the throne.

The throne was unstable, and Zhao Gou, who originally just wanted to make a show for the courtiers, couldn't sit still anymore.

The next day, Yue Fei was summoned to the dormitory, made "Good Horse Pair", entrusted with the matter of Zhongxing, and his official position was promoted to Jinghu North Road and Jingnan Road Xuanfu envoy and Yingtian ambassador.

However, after a month, Liu Guangshi was dismissed and handed over his military power to Yue Fei.

At this point, the form of anti-gold has become unprecedentedly strong, and both inside and outside the court talk about the Northern Expedition.

If this is the case, it is expected that the Central Plains will be restored and the national fortune of the Great Song Dynasty may continue for another hundred years.

Pity...... There are traitors in the court!

……

Early in the morning, the sound of fierce flesh slapping sounded from the back house of the Qin Mansion.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

"Official, what are you doing here?!"

I am the Qin Wang, and I never expected that my privy envoy husband would go crazy.

Early in the morning......

Meng Ke stood in front of the bronze mirror, reaching out and caressing his face in disbelief.

In the bronze mirror, he has a long beard, a beautiful posture, and a white lining, which does not look like an ordinary person.

But, but this is Qin Hui, and it's Qin Hui who has done bad things for half his life!

In the last world, I was still the light in the dark.

In this world, I have become the essence of darkness?

Creation makes people, creation makes people!

Recalling the good things that the original body had done yesterday, Meng Ke was so angry that he gave himself three slaps.

And so the opening scene happened.

Looking at the Qin Wang clan who rushed up and wanted to hold his hand, he didn't hold back, and pressed the other party three times.

The husband and wife share weal and woe.

The Qin Wang clan froze in place.

I was thirty-eight that year, and he came up and gave me three strokes, do you know how much these three strokes hurt a middle-aged woman?

"Ahem......"

Anyway, hitting a woman is very cheap. Meng Ke humbly learned from Qin Hui's appearance and touched his beard, "Go and get regular clothes for your husband, and you have to go out for your husband." ”

"You, you beat me, and you want me to get you clothes? Qin Huizhi, merge and separate! Merge! The old lady can't do it! ”

The Qin Wang clan pounced with their teeth and claws, but a weak woman was not Meng Ke's opponent.

He held the Qin Wang clan with one hand, and with the other... I couldn't hold back......

Well, it's symmetrical.

Meng OCD Ke said he was sorry.

"Go! Take the garments for the husband...... I still love you as a husband. ”

Forced to say this sentence with disgust, but he didn't expect Qin Wang's family to cover his face and be stunned for a while, and he was really shyly obedient, and brought a regular dress for Meng Ke to wear.

"Xianggong, there is no early dynasty today, why do you have to go out so early?"

I have to say that the clothes of rich people in ancient times were different from ordinary people, and they were so troublesome to wear.

Seeing that the Qin Wang clan was busy, Meng Ke was also embarrassed to compete

"Go to Zhang Xiang to discuss."

"That'...... I don't know if the prime minister will come back for dinner at noon? ”

The Southern Song Dynasty version of Dalang should drink medicine?

Wow, I put it down, but I didn't expect to want to poison it in lunch.

Meng Ke glanced at the woman and made sure that there was no murderous intent in the other party's eyes, so he waved his sleeves and did not answer.

Everything will be dealt with when he comes back.

……

Before the morning sun rose, the sky was still dark, the cold wind was cold, the street was unusually deserted, and the occasional pedestrian walked by in a hurry.

In the donkey cart, Meng Ke sat expressionlessly on the cushion, one hand on his cheek and was silent.

The small candlestick burned with a pale yellow candle flame, reflecting the side of his face, which was a little blurred.

Just some time ago, when Zhao Gou dismissed the fleeing general Liu Guangshi, he decided to grant Yue Fei command of most of the country's armies. ”

With such a big power, it naturally aroused the jealousy of others.

That's right, it was the original owner who did it, the privy envoy Qin Hui.

The original owner saw that Zhang Junzhi, the right prime minister and the governor of the Zhulu Army and Horses, was talented and pretentious, and was dissatisfied with the weakness of the governor of the empty capital, and instigated.

The two jointly persuaded Song Gaozong that Yue Fei should not be allowed to master too many soldiers, so as not to overwhelm the world and shock the lord.

Zhao Gou, who was carried away by Yue Fei's secret performance, also calmed down at this moment and took back his fate.

The handwritten imperial zha that ordered Wang De, Li Qiong and others to accept Yue Fei's moderation "such as I walk in person" was also abolished at the same time.

Looking back on the scenes in his memory, Meng Ke leaned on the soft pillow, feeling powerless and helpless.

He has never been the material to play with his brains, and he still remembers the plans of the previous world full of loopholes.

Not to mention this mission, [Assist Yue Fei to complete his wish: to start from scratch and clean up the old mountains and rivers. 】

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