Entering the city from the south outer gate, the city suddenly opened up, the houses were dilapidated, the market was depressed, and the royal street leading to the palace was still clean, maybe it had just been cleaned, but the side streets of the alleys on both sides were visible to the naked eye, with human and horse feces, vegetable leaves, and garbage everywhere.

The people came and went in shabby clothes, many of them were yellow-skinned, unkempt, begging to hide in the streets and alleys, many houses were dilapidated, and the walls were overgrown with wild grass, which was shocking to look at. Those warblers and swallows holding fans seem to be not a few.

It must be an indisputable fact that the project of saving face is not done, the national strength is unbearable, the officials are slack, and the people's morale is sluggish.

"Is this the famous Tokyo City? Are we in the wrong place? ”

Zhang Hong's half-true surprise made Zhang Tiangang's face blush.

"Zhang Xianggong, it's really not what it used to be!"

Zhao Hong hurriedly rounded the field and glared at Zhang Hong. In fact, he was also full of emotion in his heart, but he couldn't be happy.

The "Holy Capital", which countless Southern Song Dynasty scholars and people dreamed of, is rich in nature, rich in romance, and has a population of one million, but it has become a dilapidated "middle city" today.

Maybe it's not even a "middle city", it's just a dilapidated middle city.

Zhang Hong, this guy, will he chat, tell the truth.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, years of war, lack of national strength, Kaifeng City has been repeatedly subjected to natural and man-made disasters, and the imperial court is unable to build it, so that it is so dilapidated. Let the prince smile. ”

Zhang Tiangang had nothing to say except for smiling bitterly and blaming himself.

The country has reached such a point, the military is weak, the economy is collapsing, and there is still infighting in the court, which is already the last vestige.

"Zhang Xianggong, Jiangdong's children are talented, and their comeback is unknown. As long as you work together and don't mess around, there is still the possibility of a turnaround. ”

Stepping on the straight road of the central axis of Tokyo City, Zhao Hong's words are half-true and half-false.

Hu Cheng is the nature of the dynasty, and if you don't do it, you won't die, and there are many such people.

Unconsciously, it is a straight stone bridge, running through the north and south of the royal street, which should be the Bianhe Zhou Bridge where Yang Zhi sells knives.

The bright moon of the state bridge, one of the eight views of Tokyo, but unfortunately the Song people can't see it.

"Your Highness, as your Tatar policy says, is the Tatar really that powerful? Genghis Khan is just a martial artist and loves to kill and kill, can he also be called a "generation of Tianjiao"? ”

Zhang Tiangang quickly diverted the topic and returned to state affairs.

Zhao Hong and others saw the injuries, and he still had to dredge and guide.

"Zhang Xianggong, Tatar lives in the bitter cold land outside the Saiwai, the folk customs are very different from China, killing is the hero, burning and looting is the nature. The Tatar army is now in full swing, and Genghis Khan is invincible in the world. It's just a bow to shoot the eagle, this is the conclusion of the next generation of Tianjiao. Now that the Tatar Western Expedition is over, and the summer is dead, you should make plans early. ”

The Tatar Strategies is a combination of the views and opinions of later generations, and not just the little experience gained from the mouths of the sergeants. Otherwise, it would not surprise Zhang Tiangang.

It is said that the Mongol army has returned to Mobei and is resting. It seems that it is only a matter of time before the south attacks the summer.

There is not much time left for Jin Ren and Da Song.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, one day, you will be the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, can you not join forces with the Tatars and be the enemy of my Dajin?"

Zhang Tiangang looked at Zhao Hong and observed his words.

In the tenth year of Jiading (1217), the Jin State used the Southern Song Dynasty to destroy the "Jiading Peace Conference", did not pay the money to Jin, and launched a war against the Song Dynasty. In the 11th year of Jiading (1218), the Mongols sent envoys to contact the Southern Song Dynasty, and Song Ningzong also expressed his willingness to make further contact with the Mongols.

In the thirteenth year of Jiading (1220), Song Huaidong's envoy Jia She, who was ordered by the imperial court to send Zhao Heng to Mongolia, was warmly entertained by Mu Huali, the general of the Mongolian army. In the same year, the Song court sent Gou Mengyu as an envoy and met with Genghis Khan. In the sixteenth year of Jiading (1223), Gou Mengyu was sent as an envoy again.

It can be said that the contacts between Song and Mongolia were relatively frequent during this period, and the relations between the two countries continued to warm up. But there was little diplomatic success.

In the seventeenth year of Jiading (1224), that is, this year, the newly enthroned gold lord Wanyan Shouxu ordered to stop the war against the Song Dynasty and call off the army and make peace. I don't know if the Song people will join forces with Mongolia to seek gold again.

"Zhang Xianggong, I'm afraid this is another reason why the Golden Emperor invited me to come to the Great Golden Kingdom."

Zhao Hong smiled, and understood a little in his heart.

The Jin people made peace, and Mongolia had lost its value in restricting the Jin State for the Southern Song Dynasty, and there was no need for the Song and Mongolia to continue to cooperate.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you haven't shown your attitude yet."

Zhang Tiangang continued to ask, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Zhang Xianggong, if I can really ascend the throne in the future, I will be the son of the Great Song Dynasty, and I will fight against the Tatars with Dajin."

Zhao Hong is half-true and half-false. I don't know if he will be able to ascend the throne smoothly in the future.

And once he sits in that position, the interests of the Great Song Dynasty will inevitably come first, and he will inevitably resist Mongolia, where there are sixty or seventy million Song people.

"Your Highness said this, the old minister is much more relieved!"

Zhang Tiangang let out a sigh of relief. It seems that the news from Lin'an City is indeed true. This prince of the Great Song Dynasty is indeed a good candidate for the alliance to resist Mongolia.

"Zhang Xianggong, let me ask you a question."

Zhao Hong suddenly had a thought.

According to his observation, this Zhang Tiangang is a righteous gentleman and a kind person, he can try it boldly, anyway, it is harmless.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, please speak, the old minister listens."

Zhang Tiangang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

But I don't know what this prince of the Great Song Dynasty will say.

"Zhang Xianggong, as a waiter of the Dajin Rite Department, is dedicated and loyal to his duties, and he is admired. I want to know, what is Zhang Xianggong's loyalty in his heart? For what? ”

Zhao Hong said with a smile, pointing directly at the depths of Zhang Tiangang's soul.

"What's your dream?"

Zhao Hong's heart suddenly floated the mantra of a talent show in later generations.

"Your Highness, as a courtier of the Dajin Kingdom, you must be loyal to the country, loyal to the Son of Heaven, loyal to the Dajin court, and loyal to the people of Dajin. Isn't that so? ”

Zhang Tiangang thought for a moment, and said righteously.

Cultivating one's family and governing the country and leveling the world, isn't this the duty of a courtier?

"Zhang Xianggong, with all due respect, what you just said is right and not right."

Zhao Hong shook his head and began to teach Zhang Tiangang a lesson.

"As the old saying goes: the people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light. Your Dajin Emperor, your Dajin court, let tens of millions of people die, and they are all sinners of these undead. Don't you feel ashamed of the innocent victims who are loyal to them? ”

In the land of two rivers, there is not one in ten remnants. This is the memory of history, and Zhao Hong is telling the truth.

Zhang Tiangang unconsciously blushed half of his face, his heart was weak, and his mouth was still quibbling.

"Your Highness, those people, those undead, were all killed by the Tatars, what does it have to do with my Dajin Tianzi and my Dajin court?"

"Zhang Xianggong, there is a premise here, just thirty years ago, your Dajin was still cooking oil with fire, the largest country in the world. Tell me, all those who died were innocent? ”

It is a crime in itself for a country, especially a large country, to fail to do or die and to protect its own people.

"This ......"

Zhang Tiangang was speechless for a while.

In just 30 years, from a huge military empire to a small country that is still surviving, there is really nothing to say.

"Zhang Xianggong, you should be loyal to your own people, your own heart, not to someone."

Zhao Hong laughed and comforted Zhang Tiangang, who had an ugly face.

"Zhang Xianggong, this is just the next word, let's just chat, don't take it to heart."

It seems that his words hurt people again.

I have to say that this is the disadvantage of being a teacher. Always preaching, chattering, poking people's hearts.

"Your Highness, he is the Son of Heaven every day, and the people of the Great Song Dynasty will be blessed!"

Zhang Tiangang said slowly, letting out a long breath.

To be honest, he was really afraid that Zhao Hong would continue to preach.

"Cheng Zhang Xianggong auspicious words. Thank you, thank you! ”

Zhao Hong vomited quickly and braked in time.

"Zhang Xianggong, is this the Great Xiangguo Temple?"

Everyone moved forward, passing by the Great Xiangguo Temple, looking at the dilapidated and seriously damaged, not as good as the bleak scene of the bustling grass market outside the city, Zhu Duanchang's eyes widened.

According to the record on the "Tokyo Menghualu", the Great Xiangguo Temple has won the royal respect, expanded many times, is the largest temple in Tokyo City and the national Buddhist center, high monks, dignitaries, literati, envoys, and people come and go in the meantime; Buddhist affairs, tours, entertainment, visits, and commerce are gathered in it. The temple covers an area of 540 acres, divided into 455 districts, and has jurisdiction over 64 Zen law institutes, with Huibei and Zhihai as the two major Zen temples in the east and west. Resplendent and splendid, thousands of rides, flowing water like a dragon.

And the Great Xiangguo Temple is open to the people five times a month to trade, rare birds and beasts, eating, drinking and having fun, books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, native products, spices and medicinal materials, Xi Xi Ping, saddle bridle bow and sword, preserved fruits, everything.

And now under the rule of the Jin people, only hats, hats, huqin, lamb fur and wolf skin hats are sold, etc., full of exotic customs, but the items are scarce, and there are some open areas with vegetables, overgrown with weeds, and dilapidated buildings, which make people feel depressed and sad.

Could it be that this is a sign that the golden vitality has been exhausted?

Zhu ...... Xianggong, not bad. That's what it is...... Daxiangguoji Temple ......"

Zhang Tiangang's old face turned red again, his eyes flickered, and he was hesitant.

"Your Highness, can you still grow vegetables here? It's easy to get to the market......"

Hu Datou was yin and yang, and was stopped by Li Tang's angry eyes.

The Northern Song Dynasty became the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Jin were driven south of the Yellow River, and at this point, both were losers.

The crowd was silent for a long time, and as they walked along the royal street, they saw the towering palace walls in the distance, which turned out to be the Miyagi of Tokyo Castle.

"Zhang Xianggong, can I wait for a while?"

Zhu Duan often bowed to Zhang Tiangang.

"Of course! Ladies and gentlemen! ”

Zhang Tiangang dismounted and stood aside.

When the envoys of the southerners come here, they all have to bow and salute, how can they take away the common feelings of people?

"Thank you!"

A group of Song envoys dismounted at the south gate of the palace, all of them were silent and bowed.

Zhao Hong is the same, dismount and stand solemnly, bend down and salute, and hang on to the palace of the homeland.

After entering the Song Dynasty for more than half a year, at this moment, he realized that he had integrated into this era.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

The lotus ponds on both sides of the royal street have long dried up, the prosperous atmosphere is gone, the palace city is broken, has not been repaired for a long time, and even the south gate of the palace city Xuande Gate has become the Chengtian Gate.

The city of Tokyo, where the former capital of the Great Song Dynasty was located, carries the dreams and sustenance of countless Song people.

One day, even if the Great Song Dynasty restored the Central Plains and recaptured the city of Tokyo, which they had dreamed of, they would definitely find that this dilapidated "Holy Capital" was no longer the unbearable but unforgettable Tokyo City in their hearts.

But in any case, even if this is a pile of rubble, it must be taken back.

Because this is the city of Tokyo, it was the former capital of the Great Song Dynasty.