"Qin Hui, how long is it until the deadline given by Yan Zongbi is completed?!"

The person in charge of the peace negotiations between the Jin State and the Southern Song Dynasty is Wanyan Zongbi (Jin Wushu), and in the matter of peace negotiations, the attitude and resolutions of Jin Wushu can represent the gold lord with full powers.

After Wan Yangou lost his temper in a manic manner, his mood gradually stabilized.

No matter how emo is, life has to go on as usual.

In Wanyangou's view, he is a very accomplished son of the Song Dynasty.

On top of the big things, there must be a plan B.

"When I return to the official's home, the time limit ends on Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and there is still half a month to go."

Qin Hui is the intermediary of this Song-Jin peace negotiation, responsible for the communication between the two sides, he is naturally the most sensitive to this time limit and date, and he will go through the yellow calendar every night before going to bed, counting down the days, so that he can sleep peacefully.

"Half a month."

Wan Yan frowned, pacing back and forth.

"It's too short, it's too short."

Then, after a pause, he raised his hand.

"That's it."

"There are three things you two should do right now."

"First, the matter of Yue Fei's disappearance, as well as the search for Yue Fei, must be carried out in secret, and no one else, especially the Jin Envoy, must be made aware of by others, especially the Golden Envoy.

Hearing this, Qin Hui and Zhang Jun were both stunned, and nodded hurriedly.

Once this matter is known to the Jin envoy, the isolation will reach the ears of the Jin Wushu, and whether the peace treaty can be signed before the New Year is really in suspense.

"Second, Qin Hui, you immediately go to Yuxi Pavilion (Southern Song Dynasty Kyoto State Guesthouse) to see the Jin Envoy, you said before that this Jin Envoy has an old friendship with you, I don't care what method you use now, let Jin Guo give us another half a month."

"Third, Zhang Jun, I will give you another ten days, and I will see Yue Fei's indictment."

The arrangement is orderly and organized.

No matter how you look at it, this Yan Gou doesn't look like a master who is easy to fool, and at first glance he is a skilled trader hiding behind the scenes.

"Yes!"

Qin Hui and Zhang Jun are both leaders and are about to turn around and work.

But at the moment when the two turned to look.

Footsteps paused.

Qin Hui and Zhang Jun both frowned, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

"Huh?!"

Wan Yan Gou, who was on the top of the fire, saw that Qin Hui and Zhang Jun actually stopped where they were and didn't work, and their anger rose again.

Just as he was about to get angry, his eyes were slightly condensed.

Because, Wan Yangou also saw it.

I saw that behind Qin Hui and Zhang Jun, there were three people who appeared at some point, quietly and ghostly.

The first, Wan Qiao, who just ascended the throne a month ago, Qin Hui's number one loyal licking dog in the court, this person has impeached and framed Yue Fei in four chapters, and is now the official in charge of Yue Fei's case.

The second, Luo Ruji, when he served the imperial history in the court, commonly known as a mad dog, framed the absolute main force of impeaching Yue Fei, and after the trumped-up case was over, he continued to frame and impeach Yue Fei's old ministry and the ministers who had spoken up for Yue Fei, but anyone who helped Yue Fei speak, he had to go up and take a bite, belonging to the mad dog that ran at the front.

The third, Wang, Qin Hui's wife, Tong Guangan's daughter, and the couchside lover of Wanyan Zongbi (Jin Wushu), the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, in addition to wearing a green panicked hat for Qin Hui, also framed Yue Fei for Qin Hui and gave advice.

"Madame, why are you here?"

Qin Hui looked at his wife with a shocked expression.

It is important to know that this is the front hall of the imperial palace, and it is the vertical arch hall where the Son of Heaven and the ministers deliberate.

According to the etiquette system, even the concubines of the harem of the Son of Heaven are not qualified to set foot here, let alone his wife Qin Hui.

Moreover, this way of appearing is too terrifying, and it appeared all of a sudden, and it was completely unprepared.

"I, I don't know..."

Wang is nearly forty years old, but the charm is still the same, no wonder Jin Wushu is willing to play a few games with her.

At this moment, she looked at Qin Hui with a bewildered expression, she was still helping Qin Hui in the mansion to receive gifts one second, and the next second she appeared in such a place.

Wang subconsciously raised his head, when he saw Wan Yan in the imperial robe, when he realized that this was the palace, Wang's whole body trembled, the first time he slept with Jin Wushu, he was not so nervous when facing Jin Wulong.

And on the left and right of the Wangs.

Wan Qiyu and Luo Ruji were also all stunned, the two of them were originally drinking tea and fishing in their respective yamen, and they came to the vertical arch hall in an instant, and the moment they saw the Yan Composition, they were scared to their knees.

"You guys?"

Wan Yan frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Wan and Luo.

I just wanted to ask how these two goods came about.

Shout~!

It was as if a fresh breeze was blowing in this temple.

Qin Hui and his wife Wang, Zhang Jun, Wan Qiaowei and Luo Ruji, these five people's faces changed suddenly, and their eyes looked at the position behind Wanyan in surprise, especially the female streamer like Wang, whose psychological quality is not good, her mouth was open and closed, and she trembled.

"Why are you like this?!"

Seeing that these five people were looking at him like this, Wan Yangou's face turned angry.

He is the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, not the Great Song Monkey!

"After, after, after..."

Luo Ruji opened his mouth tremblingly, and quietly pointed behind Yan Gou.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Wan Yangou subconsciously turned around and looked.

Just like that, his pupils shrank and his body trembled.

Rub and rub...!

The footsteps couldn't stop and retreated wildly, Qin Hui and Zhang Jun hurriedly supported them left and right.

Scared.

"Father, father, father?"

At this moment, in Wan Yangou's eyes, there were more than a dozen strangers standing in front of him who had never seen before, but there were two of them that he knew and knew very well.

Despite the fact that the face of one of them looks swollen.

The first, his father, Zhao Ji.

At this moment, Yan Gou was called a river and sea in his heart, thinking that his father didn't go to Jinguo to study?

Got summer vacation? How could he suddenly appear here!

Who are these people next to them? Why are you wearing my big Song dragon robe? Why did they all look at me with a not very friendly look?

And another person.

It was Wanyan who let go of the words, and the person who dug three feet into the ground and wanted to find out, Yue Fei.

Reunion again, there are no imaginary surprises, only fright.

Just as Yan was brainstorming, Song Huizong Zhao Ji spoke slightly slurred because his mouth was swollen.

"Greasy paper!"

The voice fell.

Before Yan could figure out what his father meant, the other six fierce gods of Zhaojiazhuang had already poured up, surrounding Wan Yan in the middle, and couldn't help but say that pressing on the ground was kicking wildly.

From the point of view of strength, there are no hands.

As long as Yan Gou is bent on taking the Great Song Dynasty to be the son of the gold lord's father, he deserves to be treated by this group of Northern Song Dynasty emperors with high standards.

And on the side.

The immortal master took Lao Zhu, Tang Li Er and Han Liu Laosan calmly looking at this domestic violence in Zhaojiazhuang.

"Brother, Xiao Zhao didn't keep his hand this time, with Xiao Zhao's strength, this Zhao may die on the spot."

Lao Zhu looked at Wan Yangou, who was beaten and beaten, and sighed twice.

Saw.

Wanyan Jiumei, who was originally beaten and chirping, trying to hold her head to cover the vital point, spewed out a mouthful of old blood after Zhao Da's foot fell, and then she was completely silent.

Looking at this posture, it is estimated that it is already half-faint.

"It doesn't matter."

Ji Boying glanced at the dying Wanyan and said lightly.

Whether the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty is dead or not, what does it have to do with him Ji Boying, he is a Great Ming Immortal Master, not a Great Song Immortal Master, so there is no need to brush the Great Song Dynasty with Guozuo.

What's more, Wan Yangou's fight was purely done by himself, if he founded the country firmly against Jin, and finally fought with Jin to fight a river and rule, and had no choice but to negotiate peace, even if he did not recover the old land, it would be enough to leave a name in history.

It was Yue Fei, looking at Wan Yan who was beaten by the group, his brows furrowed.

Obviously, he still didn't want to see his sovereign hate the northwest in front of him, even if the sovereign was bent on concocting a crime to kill him.

The concept of monarchs and ministers imprisoned Yue Fei to death.

And this imprisonment is also the core reason why the emperors of all dynasties respected him, respected him, and posthumously sealed him.

"Immortal Master, why did you gather these five people?"

Li Er looked at Qin Hui and the other five with interest, except for Qin Hui and Zhang Jun, the other three were all forcibly summoned by the immortal master.

He, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, has a timeline before the Song Dynasty, and he is not clear about the operation of later generations.

In front of the temple of King Yue in later generations, the five bronze statues kneeling were scolded by thousands of people, and these five bronze statues were the five people in front of them, Qin Hui, Wang, Zhang Jun, Wan Qiao, and Luo Ruji.

Qingshan is fortunate to bury the loyal bones, and the white iron innocently casts the ministers.

"Yue Fei, these five people are the main culprits who framed you."

"To kill or not to kill."

"The knife is in your hand."

The immortal master's voice fell.

In an instant, in front of Yue Fei, there was a half-human-high machete condensed out of the void and suspended in the air, this was the special joint machete of the Daming machete team.

Hearing this, see the big knife.

Qin Hui and the other five people, all of them had their pupils shrunk sharply, and there were two words in their hearts: confused.

They first saw the dozen dragon-robed people who suddenly appeared, and then they saw these dragon-robed people beating up the emperor of the current dynasty, and then Yue Fei, who disappeared from the dungeon of Dali Temple, appeared, and he also had to carry a half-machete that came out of nowhere to cut them!

Yue Fei was born with divine power, which everyone in the Great Song Dynasty military and civilians knew, who could stop this?!

'Run! ’

This thought appeared in the minds of the five people in an instant.

The fastest among the five people was none other than Luo Ruji, the mad dog who had been beating the front station, snorted like crazy, turned around and ran towards the outside of the hall, as if it was safe as long as he ran out of the hall.

And, just three steps away from Luo Ruji.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, echoing in this vertical arch hall, Luo Ruji's back heart exploded a bloody hole, and the whole person fell down in front of him, his eyes widened.

He didn't expect that he was a small person, how could he experience the power of science and technology that the Great Song Dynasty did not possess in advance.

I saw Ji Boying beside him, Lao Zhu was holding a double-barreled short gun, and the muzzle of the gun was still steaming.

This short gun, it was Nurhachi who collapsed last time, and he could die under the same gun as the Great Qing Dynasty Taizu, this Luo Ruji is really an ancestor who burned high incense.

"Whew~"

Lao Zhu blew on the hot and smoking nozzle, and glanced at Qin Hui and the four of them lightly.

"Run, keep running."

Groov.

Qin Hui looked at the corpse of Luo Ruji lying on the ground next to him, and then looked at the short gun in Lao Zhu's hand, where do they dare to run again, they all stand in place and swing.

At this moment, Yue Fei looked at the half-human-high machete floating in front of him, pondered for a moment, raised his hand to grab it, and held the machete in his hand.

Although he is seriously injured now, he has a big knife in his hand, and it is not a big problem to split these guys in front of him.

Seeing Yue Fei raise his hand and hold the knife, Qin Hui's pupils shrank sharply, took a few steps back, and shouted loudly.

"Brother Pengju, it is not my wish to harm you today, it is really a holy destiny! Please also ask Brother Pengju to understand the difficulty of being a brother! ”

"You and I are old friends, how can I bear to harm you!"

"Everything I do to you is the order of the officials! Heaven and earth can be learned, the sun and the moon can be seen! ”

Qin Hui at this moment has also seen through it.

Anyway, looking horizontally or vertically, Wanyan Jiumei is most likely already completely cold, so it is natural to shake the pot.

Now the only thought in Qin Hui's mind is to seize every opportunity he can seize, run out of the Vertical Arch Palace, and then rush to the place where the Jin Envoy is located as fast as possible, no matter what method he uses, he must follow the father of the Golden Lord back to the Jin Kingdom, and he can't stay in the realm of Song Land.

"Qin...!"

Originally, he was already in a coma and was beaten to the ground by his ancestors.

At this moment, when he heard Qin Hui's words, he opened his eyes angrily, and wanted to scold angrily, but this mouth had just opened a slit, and the soles of Emperor Taishan's shoes had already been covered.

"Old friends."

Yue Fei looked at Qin Hui and listened to what Qin Hui said, and the scenes of the past appeared in his mind.

Truly.

As Qin Hui said, there was once a friendship between the two, but this friendship has long disappeared in the power struggle and interests, and the remnants are even more ironic.

In the picture given by the immortal master, Yue Fei saw his final outcome with his own eyes, after the verdict was pronounced on trumped-up charges, under the instruction of Qin Hui, he was smashed in the chest with a sledgehammer, and every rib was broken with a hammer, and finally the flesh and blood were blurred, and he died miserably.

One step, one step.

Yue Fei walked towards Qin Hui with a machete, and every time he approached a point, Qin Hui retreated a point.

No one in the world knows that Yue Shuai is born with divine power, and on the battlefield, he can tear the body of the enemy with both hands, not to mention that he still has a half-human-high machete in his hand.

"I, I, I can't die, you can't kill me!"

"Yue Fei, I, Qin Hui, am the friendship ambassador of Song and Jin, and the bridge of communication between Song and Jin, if I die today, the battle between Song and Jin will definitely be endless and devastating in the future!"

"For the world! For the common people! For the sake of the people, you can't ......"

Qin Hui's eyes widened, but when he said this, he stopped abruptly.

Because Yue Fei was already out of the knife, the half-human-high machete in his hand was as fast as lightning, from top to bottom, with a precise slash.

Bang, bang.

Qin Hui's flesh-and-blood body, under Yue Fei's precise knife, was completely cut in half from the top of his head to his body, one left and one right, and fell to the ground in half, and the blood that bubbled out of the body merged into a pool of blood.

"Ahhhh

When the Wang family next to him saw this tragic scene, he was so frightened that he jumped wildly, and then his eyes went dark, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Looking at Zhang Jun and Wan Qiao, the only remaining of the five, they could see Yue Feidao slashing Qin Hui with their own eyes, and the pungent bloody qi poured into his nose, and his face was pale.

Wan Qiaoyu knelt on the ground with a thud, and his whole body trembled and kowtowed to Yue Fei.

In fact, this surnamed Wan actually has no entanglement with Yue Fei, let alone any grudges, all because he is bent on taking the throne, and he wants to get Yue Fei and Prime Minister Qin Hui want to engage Yue Fei, so he is willing to act as an executioner.

To put it bluntly, speculators.

As for Zhang Jun.

As the nominal supreme military commander of the Southern Song Dynasty, he not only blindly knelt down and licked Qin Hui without a bottom line, but also took the initiative to force the Yue family's military generals to give false testimony and use it to frame Yue Fei.

Yue Fei just glanced lightly at Zhang Jun, who was a military general, but he was already blessed with a big belly.

For such a young man who sees the wind and rudder, he doesn't bother to shoot at all, killing him, just dirty his own hands.

And it's at this time.

After being beaten by the ancestors of the Zhao family, Zhao Da picked it up with one hand like a chicken.

Out of the corner of Zhao Da's eyes, he glanced indifferently at Zhang Jun, who was still standing.

Just this one look, Zhang Jun, the general who galloped on the battlefield in the past, was so frightened that his heart trembled, and his twin strands were already trembling violently, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

"Where is the palace, lead the way."

After all, this is a small palace in the Southern Song Dynasty, not a palace in Bianjing, and of course Zhao Da doesn't know the road.

In a word.

Zhang Jun's whole person was almost in a state of paralysis, turned around in a wooden way, and led the way in front of him tremblingly.

"You, carry his corpse."

When passing by the kneeling Wan Qiao, Zhao Da said indifferently, and scared Wan Qiao, who was kneeling on the ground and couldn't stop kowtowing, directly incontinent, kowtowed again and again, and then got up tremblingly, endured the nausea, and carried the body of Qin Hui, who had been split in half, on his shoulders one left and one right, and followed behind Zhao Dazhong.

From this point of view, this surnamed Wan has obviously been practiced, otherwise people with more than 100 catties will carry it no matter how they say.

That's it.

Zhao Da single-handedly carried Wanyan Structure, took Zhao Er and Zhao Jiazhuang and others, left the vertical arch hall, and went to the court hall where the conference was held.

With such a large number of people walking out of the vertical arch hall in a hurry, undisguised, especially when the emperor was covered in blood and was carried by Zhao Da like this, coupled with Qin Hui's corpse that was cut in half, the eunuchs and palace maids saw it, and they were directly frightened and knelt on the ground one by one.

Suddenly, the news went viral, and the entire Ouchi Palace was completely chaotic.

It was also at this time.

There is the sound of a bell.

The Southern Song Dynasty Imperial Palace is so large and small, and the newly established yamen are distributed around the palace, and when the bell rings, everyone can be summoned within half an hour, which is simple, convenient and fast.

As the bell rang, these Southern Song courtiers all went to the palace with doubts, such as Han Shizhong, who had been drinking tea in the Privy Council for more than half a year.

But most of these people had one thought, that is, the emperor might have to announce the result of Yue Fei's treatment.

After all, in recent months, there has been only one keyword in the Southern Song Dynasty: Yue Fei.

And at this time, in the hall of the arch.

As Zhao Da left with Zhao Jiazhuang and others, only Ji Boying, Lao Zhu, Li Er and Liu Laosan were left in this hall, and Yue Fei, as a Song person, went to the court hall with Zhao Da.

"Brother, how do we feel, the Southern Song Dynasty in this time and space is about to flourish."

Lao Zhu's voice fell.

A figure rushed into the vertical arch hall.

It was a handsome young man who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a royal brocade robe, and his demeanor revealed an elegant and heroic spirit, which made people feel like a heroic monarch at first impression.

"Who are you?!"

When the young man saw the people in the vertical arch hall, he saw the blood on the ground, frowned, and scolded loudly.

'Song Xiaozong, Zhao Yan. ’

Ji Boying glanced at the young man who had crossed the threshold of the palace, and a name automatically appeared in his mind.

Zhao Yan of Song Xiaozong was recognized by later generations as the most promising and virtuous king of the Southern Song Dynasty, and was also known as "the first emperor of Nandu".

It's a pity.

During the reign of Zhao Yan, the Shaoxing peace conference has lasted for decades, the foundation of the Jin State in the north has been stable, the Southern Song Dynasty has missed the best opportunity for the Northern Expedition, and the domestic generals are withering, and only Zhang Jun is such a veteran to support the scene, and finally when the Northern Expedition failed, he was fattened by the storm of the main and central government and faction, and in desperation, he could only accept peace talks with Jin again.

"Brother, this kid should be Song Xiaozong when he was a teenager."

Lao Zhu looked at the young man who stepped into the hall, and there was some envy in his eyes.

Sure enough, it's someone else's child.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, if it weren't for the fact that the court lord and faction were too fat by Wanyan Gou, if it weren't for Wanyan Gou, the emperor who should be dead, if it weren't for the fact that the soldiers of the hundred battles in the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty were all dismissed, if it weren't for the group of good war generals who were killed, they were basically withered.

Make a bold assumption, if Zhao Yan ascended the throne in the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the whole country supported Yue Fei and Han Shizhong's Northern Expedition, then even Zhang Jun, a wall-headed grass, would go all out to fight.

Perhaps under the rule of Song Xiaozong, the Southern Song Dynasty could really cross the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and reshape the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty.

The worst is to recover the old capital.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying bowed slightly.

"I don't know if we Nanming have such an uneasy monarch."

Lao Zhu's sudden words made Ji Boying not know how to answer.

Nanming...

Don't say that it is a Zhao Yan, and if you can produce a Zhao Gou with a brain, it can be regarded as a green smoke from the grave of your old Zhu family.

"Gone."

Looking at Zhao Yan, who was cautious, Ji Boying moved with a thought, and took Lao Zhu, Li Er, and Liu San, and disappeared in an instant.

This vertical arch hall is not lively, and you have to go to another place to eat melons.

'Gone?! ’

Zhao Yan, who rushed into the vertical arch hall, looked at the emptiness of the hall and looked confused.

Of course.

The current Zhao Yan has not changed his name, he is still called Zhao Jin, and when he is officially registered as the crown prince, he will change his name to Yan.

Zhao Yan, the seventh grandson of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, was adopted by Wanyan at the age of five, raised in the palace and has just turned fifteen years old, and still lives in the palace.

As soon as he heard that something had happened to the Vertical Arch Temple, he rushed to it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

"Courtier, courtier has entered the palace!"

The attendant ran up slowly, gasping for air.

"Daqing Palace."

Zhao Yan muttered, and then without hesitation, he turned around and rushed out of the Vertical Arch Hall and went straight to the Daqing Palace.

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