In the tents of the tens of thousands of troops of the Jin Kingdom, the cold night wind blew the banner hunting.

The torches in the tent were rising, and the faces of the people who were shining were red.

In the vast tent of the Chinese army, in front of the huge bookcase, sat a tall man, wearing a large coat made of bear skin, roasting the fire while cutting the roasted mutton with a dagger and sending it into his mouth.

The half-kneeling fair woman on the side, the woman with a scarf on her face, can't see clearly, is brushing the mutton with grease and other things, the roasted mutton is full of aroma, and it looks delicious.

In the lower seat sat a middle-aged man with a full beard, a golden hoop on his head, and a big belly, who was listening to every word spoken by the man kneeling under the tent, and every word seemed to be like a slap in the face, and his face became more and more ugly.

The kneeling man below had one ear wrapped in a white cloth, making his square face look like a pig's head.

"Second prince, that young general surnamed Yang is really powerful...... ”

The fat man had a gloomy face and interrupted him: "No, how many years have you been with me?"

The fat man sitting under the handsome tent is naturally the famous Jin Guowan Wanyan Zongwang, the second son of Wanyan Zongwang, and the man who is sitting behind the big case while eating barbecue and drinking wine is the commander of the Jin Army, Wanyan Wushu, that is, Zongwang's fourth brother.

He also raised his head and saw Wanyan Zongwang's gloomy face, and then looked at the real general of the Southern Expedition who had been eating mutton on the handsome tent, with a flat expression and never said a word, the fourth prince Wanyan Zongbi, probably guessed his master's thoughts in his heart.

"Second Prince, I have been following you in the southern and northern wars for twelve years......"

"Twelve years and ten months, to be exact, and soon thirteen years"

"We have climbed the highest tower of Datong Mansion in Liao Kingdom together, fought together on the battlefield, shed blood together, and ...... together"

Wanyan Zongwang recalled the past experience, but his voice became louder and louder, and his face became more and more gloomy, and in the end, he pulled out a short knife from his waist, and the blade reflected the firelight, as if it could also illuminate his face.

"The people of the Southern Dynasties sit on the rich land of the Central Plains and have a large population, do you know why they were beaten by the Liao State for decades, captured Kaifeng City by my Dajin State, and captured the second emperor and countless gold, silver and beauties?"

"Shame, because they don't have the word shame in their hearts, so Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan can still survive in the Five Kingdoms City, but for the sons and daughters of our Dajin Kingdom, it is a shame for a failed general to return home from the battlefield alive, do you understand?"

"What's more, he was cut off by a stinky boy under Yue Fei, don't you understand what I said?" he suddenly threw out the short knife in his hand, and landed right in front of him.

He also picked up the short knife, let out a long breath, bowed to Zong Wang, and said, "I am also grateful for your kindness for many years!"

Zong Wang waved his hand at him and said, "After you leave, the second prince and I will bury you with sacrificed soldiers, and your family will also be protected by me, don't worry!"

He also closed his eyes, then gritted his teeth, raised the short knife in his hand, and cut his neck.

At this moment, the commander Wanyan Zongbi (Wushu), who had been sitting upright, suddenly put down the dagger with mutton in his hand and said, "Wait!"

His voice was not loud, but it worked like a holy decree, and the short knife in his hand stopped, and even the second prince Wanyan Zongwang raised his head and looked at him.

In the long history of conquest of the Jurchens, they

Respect for warriors and yearn for strength, so a tradition has slowly formed, in their kingdom there is no need for generals who defeat battles, and there is no need for warriors who escape from the battlefield, so in order to wash away the shame, they will end their lives in various ways, which is also equivalent to the soldiers who died on the battlefield, and can be given favors.

The tall man in front of the handsome case is a symbol of the country, and no one will not listen to his words, although there are only two simple words.

The veiled woman raised her eyes and looked at Wan Yan Zongbi, a man like a mountain, he looked tall and slightly rough, but in the short time they met, she seemed to understand why he had become the most legendary figure in this tiger and wolf country.

He rescued her and let her stay by his side, he never treated the women captured by the Great Song Dynasty like other Jurchen soldiers, and he never felt sorry for her, but just let her see with her eyes.

Wanyan Zongwang slapped the table with his hand, glared at Zong Bi and said, "What do you mean, fourth, don't I even have the right to dispose of the defeated generals under my command?"

"Second brother, you can't blame it this time, Yue Fei is a difficult opponent to deal with, and the people under him are naturally not simple."

Wanyan Zongbi handed the dagger to the veiled woman, and continued: "As far as I know, although this Yang Zaixing is young, he is a wise and brave person, and he can't be blamed for his carelessness for a while."

"What is the big boss going to do?" Zong Wang stood up, but did not call him a brother anymore.

Zong Bi pondered for a moment, did not care about his brother, but said to him: "I can give you a chance to take revenge!" But there is only one chance, if you win, you should atone for your sins, and if you lose, you should atone for your sins...... The second brother still adheres to military law, which is ......"

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Outside the house, there was wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

The rain came quickly and heavily.

The old man prepared some food for them, Luo Bei wanted to give him the last fifty taels of silver tickets on his body, but the old man sternly refused, there is a custom in their local area, that is, foreign guests always have to take out the best things in the house to entertain, although the family is poor now, it is not enough to accept the guest's silver, whether it is one or two or a hundred taels of nature, there is no difference.

Mu Xinrui has been sitting in the closest place to Yang Zaixing, holding the coarse grain cake sent by the old man in his hand, the cake is very hard, and he needs hot tea to barely swallow it.

Yun Niang's eyes fell on Mu Xinrui, and saw that she broke off a small piece of the coarse grain cake and brought it to her mouth, but she didn't eat it, twisting the cake with both hands, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yun Niang first smiled gently and said, "Miss Mu, seeing that you have slender fingers and fair skin, you shouldn't have done any rough work, right?"

Mu Xinrui met Yun Niang's gaze, and also smiled, and then her face became a little sad: "Don't hide it from Yun Niang, Xinrui was born in an official family since she was a child, and her family is quite solid, so she didn't suffer anything, but Kaifeng changed dramatically that year, and the whole family died tragically, although her heart turned to the sun from then on, she was also like duckweed......"

"Hey, the mountains and rivers in troubled times have no homeland, and flowers can't exist alone, I'm afraid that you kid has suffered a lot!" Yun Niang was a little sad, and seemed to feel compassion for Mu Xinrui's life experience.

After she sighed twice, she said, "The first time I saw the girl, I felt very familiar, but I can't remember if I saw it somewhere, I don't know if Miss Mu remembers?"

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Mu Xinrui like water, as if waiting for her answer.

Mu Xinrui suddenly turned slightly white on the ground, her eyes flipped and wandered like a carp in water, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was a little unnatural, but she quickly returned to her calm appearance.

"Yun Niang is afraid that she has made a mistake, Xinrui has been since she was a child

Living in Kaifeng, I have ever left, could it be that Yunniang also lived in Kaifeng?"

Yun Niang smiled, but in the end, it turned into a soft sigh, I don't know if it was for Mu Xinrui's tragic life experience or something else.

"I haven't been to Kaifeng yet, so I guess I recognized the wrong person!"

At this time, the old man took the teapot and added some tea for everyone, and then sat on a small wooden bench to carve wood carvings.

Killing Sheng curiously leaned over, shook his head up and down to look at the wood carving carved by the old man, only to see that the description was slender, and the facial features on the palm-sized wood carving were also vivid, and soon the human form was undoubtedly revealed, it was a little girl with braids.

Killing came to Luobei's side with some surprise and said, "Do you see the old man's carving is very familiar?"

Luo Bei wanted to say that he shouldn't be called "old man", who knew that the appearance of the wood carving in the old man's hand was indeed very familiar, as if it was the girl who was sold that he and Kill met on the way to the Lotus Temple.

Luo Bei sighed in his heart, he didn't know what kind of relationship the old man had with that family, but looking at the old man's rough hand holding a wood carving and his kind eyes, he could probably guess that he was worried about the girl and the old man.

"Old man, I haven't asked you for your surname! Seeing that your carving skills are so skillful, I don't know if you have learned this way?" Luo Bei said.

The old man sighed, as if recalling the long past, and said slowly: "Old man, my surname is Xi, this surname is very rare, it is said that there were also very powerful big people back then, but that was hundreds of years ago, and it is difficult to study the truth or falsehood, but the technique of carving wooden statues is not specially learned, it is said that the ancestor lived in the era of the family was extremely prosperous, but this ancestor did not like to read and ask martial arts, but he only liked two skills, one is painting, and the other is the work of wood carving......"

"Oh, then this ancestor can be regarded as a man of temperament, you must know that even nowadays, if people either seek fame or go deep into the rivers and lakes away from the temple, and there are very few people who learn painting and wood carving!" Luo Bei sighed.

"Who said no, and this ancestor has a very strange temperament, and later said that he painted the scenery all over the world, and the carving technique has also reached the extreme, and there is nothing to ask for in life, but at this time, the appearance of a strange woman not only rekindled his interest in life, but also deviated from the way and left home with the woman, and when he returned home, it was already after the decline of the family......"

"Of course, this is all a legend, no one knows whether it is true or not, and whether it is true or not, it is meaningless, life is always realistic...... the old man sighed.

"Your family ancestor is also a wonderful person, if you have the chance, you really want to be strong!" Luo Bei couldn't help but be amazed by that family ancestor's legendary voice.

"Since it has become a thing of the past, it is all a passing thing, but it is a pity that the family road is lonely now, even in the event of a war, even the family has not gone out in a stable way, hey......" The old man lowered his head and continued to carve the wood carving in his hand.

Luo Bei pulled the killing, and didn't want to tell the news of the girl's sale again, for fear that the empty would make the old man sad.

At this time, the rain outside is getting louder and louder.

A bolt of lightning pierced the vast sky and flashed through, lighting up the entire night sky.

At this moment, there was another "da-da" sound of horses' hooves, which soon joined together, like the sound of raindrops hitting the ground in the night.

It's just that the sound of the rain falling on the spring mountain can be so harsh and loud!

Yang Zaixing's face immediately became solemn.

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