Before the applause fell, a group of young men and girls dressed in the palace opened the curtain in front of them. It turned out that Zhao Yi couldn't see it very clearly, and he just cared about avoiding the dancing woman, but he didn't realize that he had already climbed upstairs. As soon as the curtain opened, two small couches came into view. When you look at it by candlelight, you can see that there are many umami flavors such as lamb, bear's paw, caviar, and shrimp paste. There are even more unknown delicacies, only to feel that the mouth and nose are fragrant, and the saliva causes the stomach to be commotion, and the stomach is gurgling.

Zhao Yi tried his best to close his abdomen, and said in his heart, he couldn't show his ugliness in front of the Jurchen envoys.

Huang Hanhong said, "Lord Xiao Zhao, please!"

Zhao Yi waited for this sentence and hurriedly sat down. The two of them saw each other as a national courtesy, and they didn't care about changing their glasses like ordinary people drinking. The two of them just looked good, but they were unceremonious when they put delicious food on the chopsticks. Zhao Yi had often seen many delicacies in the Song Dynasty, but he couldn't stand the fatigue of running around, and he already tried his best to eat at sea. And Huang Han was born a glutton, and he cherished the people's and material resources, so he couldn't wait to sweep away the things on the couch.

Jurchen arose in the northeast, although the folk customs are rough, but in the treatment of people and things are extraordinarily small and exquisite, than the Song Dynasty, which it called the "Southern Barbarian", it is more stingy, without him, just because the property is not rich, can not be wasted.

The two pretended to eat elegantly, and then returned to the post station to arrange accommodation, and they didn't say anything for the night. The next day, Chen Jifu called again, and Zhao Yi heard the sound of people outside the door serving and changing clothes. Looking out the window, at the beginning of the day, Zhao Yi packed up his clothes and arranged his hair three or four times in front of the bronze mirror. This hair is not only a symbol of the heavenly kingdom, but also the boundary between civilization and barbarism, and of course, it is also the proud capital of the self-righteous scholars of the Song Dynasty.

Jurchen Shangjing is more than 800 miles away from Liaodong, Zhao Yi thought, how many days will it take to arrive on this road? But looking at Huang Han's meaning, he is not in a hurry or slow, and he doesn't seem to have taken time to heart. Could it be that the Jurchen was deliberately negligent? Zhao Yi frowned, not knowing what Huang Han's intentions were.

Huang Han also seemed to see his thoughts, and said: "My girl really has a thousand miles of horses, and she travels thousands of miles a day, and we can reach Shangjing before sunset." ”

Zhao Yi knew that the Jurchens had high-class horses, good quality and quantity. In the Great Song Dynasty, even though there were divine horses, the number of which did not exceed ten. The Jurchens could use thousands of horses to equip cavalry, and the bantam horses of the Song Dynasty couldn't make up an army, thinking of this, Zhao Yi secretly hurt himself again.

It turned out that the large army behind them would not go along, and there were only three swordsmen with them. The two of them, plus the three swordsmen, each rode a thousand-mile horse and went straight north. These three people are all four stages of the Yuan Infant Realm, and the sword is twelve. With the three of them joining forces, they can easily navigate among a hundred elite soldiers. A hundred elite soldiers are enough to deal with the petty assassins of the Liao Kingdom, especially the Jurchen soldiers, who are brave and unparalleled.

This horse does not need to rest its legs, and it will be full of grain and grass in the morning, and it will stop after thousands of miles. Zhao Yi only felt that the scenery in front of him was not very clear on horseback, so he quickly retreated, and no matter whether the road ahead was bumpy or not, he had no sense of fluctuation, so he couldn't help but admire the good horse in his heart. When he looked at the four of them again, they were all galloping, and the sound of the wind in his ears was whistling, as if he was walking against the wind. This galloping speed made Zhao Yi afraid, he was afraid that the token on his waist would fall, and he was even more afraid that the sword scripture would fall, and it would be a small matter to cut off his head, and the fate of the cultivators of the national dynasty was great, and the fortune of the country was greater. Thinking of this, he hurriedly grabbed the bridle with his left hand and tightly covered his waist with his right hand, for fear that there would be a mistake, and when he came back to his senses, it was already thirty or forty miles away.

As soon as the sun receded, they had already entered Shangjing. The horse walked forward slowly, and Zhao Yi saw that the market was neat and uniform, and the magnificence was also quite remarkable. As the saying goes, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, I didn't think that this poor place would have such a prosperous scene, and I really can't underestimate these Hu people.

When he arrived at a magnificent palace, Zhao Yi was already cold, but he barely held on, as if resisting external forces, and did not make any special noise. He hadn't seen the wolf lord yet, and he couldn't guess what this Jurchen meant. Therefore, no matter what happens, he will stand up and do not want to leave any handle.

The palace door opened, and the two Jurchen guards walked out one after the other. The guard in front of him held a wooden plate with a leather jacket on it. He chirped and said to Huang Han, Huang Han turned around and took the plate, and asked Zhao Yi to put on a leather jacket. Zhao Yi stretched out his hand to take the leather jacket, only to feel that the fur was very warm. He hurriedly put on this jacket, but found that it was the right leader and the left side. He thought to himself: Hu people are Hu people, and they don't know how to count. Get a dead man's clothes to wear on me. Anyway, if you come, you will be safe, and it is good to follow the customs when you enter the countryside.

The two guards turned and walked forward in slow, respectful steps. Huang Han followed behind, respectfully. Zhao Yi put his left hand behind his back, his right hand in front of his waist, and walked on the official rank of Dafang Hua Jade with his head held high in the posture of an envoy of the kingdom. Every step he took was sonorous, in stark contrast to the silence of the three people in front of him.

The layers of palace gates opened, and Zhao Yi passed through a total of twelve palace gates. This is no longer a chieftaincy, and it clearly usurps the royal system of the Central Plains. He thought, this girl's ambition is not small. However, now that he is forced by the oppression of the Liao State, he can't make more enemies, otherwise, this place is also the master who should attack sooner rather than later.

It is easy to walk to the main hall, and the plaque in front of the hall is inlaid with Jurchen text. He also didn't understand why Zhao Liangsi suddenly chose him to take on this important responsibility. First, he is not a swordsman, and he does not have a sword cultivation that reaches the sky. Second, he also doesn't understand Jurchen language. These two points alone have already made him worried. He thought about it, and he and the Manchu Dynasty did not have too many characteristics except for being inappropriate.

This Lord Zhao is really unpredictable.

On the throne of the dragon pattern in the high hall sat a middle-aged man of about thirty years old. But I saw that he was magnificent, and his eyes were as bright as bronze mirrors. A lean head is embedded in the waist of the tiger's back, looking at this look, it seems to be a master of sword cultivation.

Zhao Yi walked forward slowly, gradually crossing the threshold in front of the hall. Huang Han Hongzhu had already stood outside the threshold. He understood that the person in front of him should be the Jurchen wolf master, Wanyan Agu. There are two classes of ministers standing under the hall, the left shift wears the beast official clothes, and the right shift wears the bird official clothes. He thought that the Jurchen Manchu officials had already gathered, and it seemed that Wanyan Aguta also attached great importance to this alliance.

At that moment, he straightened his chest again, and looked at the imposing middle-aged man in the hall and walked over. The sound of "pop" and "pop" was transmitted back and forth in the empty lobby. He understood that at this moment, countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, a distinguished guest from the southern country, and he also knew that their eyes must be full of disdain. Even if the alliance is at this moment, even if it is under the obscenity of the Liao State at the same time, the Jurchen still has a better position than the Great Song Dynasty, which is called the situation. It's not good to not see the situation clearly.

Ten steps away from the middle-aged man, Zhao Yi slowly stood still.