Compared with Yanjing, which has already revealed a smell of corruption in the last days, the far north, the Jurchen camp with the cold wind of Tunguska, is a different scene. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These so-called nobles are all laps of hoop who have been trained by horses all year round, and the armor soldiers on their bodies are almost always ready to fight at any time.

Although Wanyan Aguta has been established and enthroned, and the country name is Dajin, the grammar of the Jurchen tribe is still in the grassroots, and these so-called nobles are still competing with each other's voices:

"My family set up a horse and your family to go out hunting quickly, why did only a few crazy people find them later, where did they go?"

"Don't say that you are not a good Ah Hudie, my second son Wanyan Chara, who has always been able to drive a hard bow and ride a wild horse, is a good Jurchen man who can go into battle with me, and he should contribute to the battle of the old emperor of Ah Gu, why is it gone?"

"Don't make any noise! What are the skills of your own children, you all know, even if they are greedy for fun, wherever my Jurchen army goes, there are still people who dare to hurt them?"

Wanyan Zongbi, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongpan, Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zonggan...... The Jurchen generals who have always been trustworthy for the sake of the face and the bones, but at this moment, they all have lost the arrogance of fighting on the battlefield, and they only look like their fathers and ancestors who are worried and afraid of their children and grandchildren.

It is no wonder that the Jurchen has not risen for a long time, and the atmosphere still has a bit of the simplicity of the fishing and hunting nation, and the rules are not so strict, and the children of the Wanyan clan do not have the taste of the family fat powder after complete sinicization like the Khitan of the Liao State.

Therefore, when Wanyan started quickly, he took Wanyan Ahudie, Wanyan Chara and other Wanyan generals out on a safari, imitating their fathers to fight grass and valley for fun, and no one was worried about anything. Even if these Jurchen nobles knew, they only felt that the younger generations of the children had the style of being fathers and ancestors, and they knew how to kill and loot at a young age.

But as soon as these Jurchen noble relatives and disciples were gone, they immediately made the Jurchen camp explode!

You must know that in the past, the Jurchen tribes were exploited by the Khitan every year between the white mountains and black waters, whether it was cloth, ironware, tea, salt, or grain, they were all extremely expensive. In such a harsh environment, needless to say, the quality of life is needless to say, even the reproduction of the tribe is a big problem, seven or eight out of ten children die, can be raised to the age of a bow, riding a horse, that is the precious wealth in the tribe, where can it be thrown lightly?

What's more, for the Wanyan Ministry, even if the old emperor Aguta has been established and ascended the throne, the core of the rise of the Jurchens is in the Wanyan Ministry, and if the Wanyan Ministry wants to maintain its current strong state, a successor is also indispensable.

Now that the successors of the Wanyan Department are so alive and dead, there are only a few crazy people who can't speak human words, no wonder these Jurchen nobles seem to be crazy!

In the end, it was Wanyan Zongbi who spoke: "Since those slaves can't ask anything, then kill them all! The rules of the Jurchens, the master will die in battle, and the whole team will be martyred, this will not change!"

And Aison's heart was full of Yan Zongjun, and he jumped up directly: "I will lead people to the south to search for their traces, if my son has a good one, whether it is Khitan, Bohai or Han'er, I will ask them to be buried with the whole family, and there will be no one left alive!"

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With the disappearance of their children and grandchildren, the Jurchen nobles were full of anger, and in the Juma River Water Mansion outside Zhuozhou City, the immortal warlocks who were busy transforming the flying cloud boat listened to the reports of their subordinates again.

Only this time, the person who reported changed from Wang Cong'er to Yan Fulong.

Checking the riveting interface of the flying cloud boat, the immortal warlock waved his hand casually, and said boringly: "If there is anything, just say it quickly, the city of Zhuozhou has been too quiet recently, you have nothing else to do except epidemic prevention and propaganda of these health, cultural and educational undertakings, don't always use it as an excuse to report your work, and play a day trip to Shuifu." Although the River God Water Mansion is not common in the main base, it looks like this, and you two are not bothered?"

"Shijun, don't say that, if we can get our hands on this water mansion construction technology, then at least the underwater demons in the East HN Sea can be directly controlled. Moreover, the abundance of mineral deposits in the water is better than that on land. Although the heaven and earth spirit and the lightless hidden treasure cannot be compared, it is better to occupy a vast area in the middle of the river and sea!"

The immortal warlock casually removed a piece of the hull shell that was carved into the shape of scales, and glanced back at him: "Zhu Mingdan Tianfu, in private, they call you Yan Manzi and Yan Mangniu, but I don't expect to have a lot of insight in this kind of thing." ”

"It's all taught by Shijun well, my Lao Yan looks reckless, but in fact, Zhu Bajie drinks knife water, and he shows it in his heart!"

"The skills of praise are also good, it seems that Wang Cong'er has really contributed a lot over the years. Throwing the parts in his hand towards Yan Fulong, the immortal warlock sat down on the bow of the flying cloud boat, and asked, "Then what do you have to report now?"

"Shijun, do you remember that when we took over Zhuoyi Erzhou, although we let go of the octopus-headed demon, we caught a lot of Jurchen Tartars?"

The immortal warlock glanced at his old subordinate and shrugged his shoulders: "Yes, I grabbed the sesame seeds and ran the watermelon, you can handle this kind of small matter by yourself, whether it is killed or closed, you look at it, do you need to bother me?"

Yan Fulong hurriedly leaned over and said with a smile: "These Tartars have been locked up in the dungeon of the state government for a while, and they were still roaring indiscriminately at first, but they have settled down these days, and it seems that they can finally understand people's words." I was suspicious for a while, so I found a few Bohai people from the north who knew Jurchen words, and after careful questioning, I found out that these Tartars were the children of some Jurchen nobles......"

However, before he could finish his words, the Immortal Warlock interrupted him without the slightest interest:

"What about the children of the Jurchen nobles? My Daohai Zongyuan has always been a prosperous and upright teacher, and he doesn't play the game of kidnapping and blackmailing. If you want to deal with them, hold a public trial meeting another day, find the bitter master of the victims a while ago, count their crimes, and pronounce the sentence and execution. Don't look up to these Tartars just because they have the sign of 'noble' on them. Come, let's talk about it, what is the principle of my Daohai Sect Origin?"

"It is a ...... of prosperity, civil rights, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law."

Before Yan Fulong finished memorizing the twenty-four-character core theory of governance, the person was driven out by the immortal warlock: "If it's okay, go back and ask your subordinates to write a study experience, hold a seminar or something, don't bother me again!"

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Wanyan Zongbi's beloved son, Wanyan set up a horse and woke up from the pain all over his body.

As a Zhizhou who has always had a mediocre reputation, Zhou Bofu's governance philosophy has always been to do more wrong, do less wrong, and not do well. In places like the state dungeon, he has never been lazy to urge the jailers to take care of them.

So the dampness in this dungeon has not dissipated for many years, and the plague is rampant, and no matter how strong the man is like an iron tower, he will be thrown into the prison without injury or pain, and after a few days of hard work, he will become a sick ghost like a living skeleton. What's more, these children of Jurchen nobles were captured by Yan Fulong's personal guards one by one and thrown into the dungeon, all of them were wounded.

They were originally brainwashed and controlled by the Mind Flayer, and they couldn't understand human speech very well, so they didn't eat a bite of prison food, just roared and jumped. Under this meaningless physical exertion, the epidemic will be put down faster.

And when the mental shackles given to them by the psychic ability gradually faded and they gradually got out of control, they found themselves in such a miserable state.

The children of the Jurchen nobles who were still showing off their martial arts yesterday have become prisoners in the prison today, and this kind of taste is not pleasant!

Like Wanyan Zongwang's favorite son, he couldn't support it at this time, and he just hummed when he fell to the ground.

Those Jurchen noble relatives who were lucky enough to escape from Shen Qingning's arrows also looked depressed one by one, and they didn't see a trace of their father and brother's ferocity fighting like hungry wolves in the ice and snow.

Although Wanyan Shehema is the beloved son of Wanyan Zonghan, he has been fighting in the army with his father since the Jurchens started to attack Liao, and he is much calmer than those half-grown sons who enjoy the looting of their fathers and brothers.

There were no windows in the dungeon, no lights, but the battle-hardened Wanyan could feel that there was always someone watching him in the dark.

This feeling came inexplicably, but after fighting on the battlefield for a long time, Wanyan and Hema were keenly aware of the change. In the dungeon, he did not dislike the prison food, he ate something when he had something, and when he was full, he raised his spirits, not like he was in prison, but in his father's tent.

is so calm, it is particularly outstanding among this group of Jurchen noble relatives.

On this day, the jailer put some prison food as usual, pinched his nose and walked out of the cell, and after holding a broken wooden bowl, he snorted a few mouthfuls and sent the moldy paste mixed with sand into his stomach, still closing his eyes and recuperating.

However, not long after he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt that his body was light, and he involuntarily sank down!

For many days, Wan Yan Shehema, who had not seen the light except for the jailer's torch, felt a strong light in his eyes, which made him get used to it for a while.

As far as the eye can see, there are layers of rock walls all around, stalactites hanging upside down between the stone walls, stalagmites are towering, and clusters of square and straight spars are flashing with light.

A short, strong, stocky bald bearded man like a stone grinder, glared at the pair of small eyes, and looked at him viciously: "Barbarian, stand still! Uncle was ordered to take you out of the dungeon because you are still of great use, and if you are not obedient, then you can only die in vain in this place!"

But before he finished his words, the shiny but gray bald head was patted: "Where did you dwarves come from so much nonsense? According to this, twenty miles away, there is Zhuozhou City, and those Taoist priests have set up magic mirrors to search all the time, and once they detect that something is wrong, the lord's plan will be over!"

The owner of that hand, dressed in a round-necked official uniform, did not wear a crown, but hung down his turban in a dashing manner, and arched his hand towards Wanyan Shehema, saying all in a Jurchen accent: "Is the prince of the Jin Kingdom harmed? These days, the lower officials did not dare to act rashly, but made the prince suffer countless sufferings, and hoped to atone for his sins." ”

Even if he is outstanding among the young generation of Jurchen relatives and nobles, but at this time, the Jurchen grammar is not prepared, even the son of a noble minister of the Jurchen clan like Wanyan Zonghan is generally rude and straightforward, just staring at the man in front of him in the dress of a scribe and looking fiercely: "You are a Liao dog? Unlike the Khitan and Xi people, then are you Bohai or Han'er?"

When asked like this, the man was not annoyed at all, and said with a smile: "Xiaguan Zhou Bofu was once the governor of Zhuozhou in Daliao. ”

Under Wanyan Zonghan's account, Wanyan Shehema also followed his father to learn the geography of the mountains and rivers of Liaoguo, and immediately reacted: "Isn't it all over Xijin Mansion, leaving the Gaoliang River, and almost arriving at the place of the Nanren!"

Zhou Bofu nodded and said approvingly: "After all, he is the son of Dajin, and his knowledge is really good......

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wanyan Shehema: "I just occasionally shoot hunting with those few unsuccessful guys, how did I get to Zhuozhou!"

Zhou Bofu smiled and said: "The emperor of the Southern Dynasty is good, and there are many strange people from three mountains and five mountains who have joined the court to serve. The Taoist Yushi, who has achieved a lot of cultivation, has many strange skills of moving the armor and shrinking the ground into inches, and it doesn't take much to catch the prince and others in Zhuozhou. ”

Wanyan Shehema didn't pay attention to his words, but just interrupted: "I don't care about this, since it has fallen into the hands of the southerners, why do you want to save me again? Could it be that you are also like those Bohai and Han'er in the north, and want to be the eagle dog minions of my father and grandfather?"

This is too straightforward, and the words are really insulting, Zhou Bofu is good at self-cultivation, smacking the words "eagle dog minions", and said with a slight smile: "A good hunter is worthy of SH Dongqing, although Dajin killed the Khitan monarchs and ministers on the battlefield, but it may not be my Zhou Bofu's master." What's more, although the southerners are weak, they are rich in products and have attracted many high-ranking people to help. Now that the Jin and Song dynasties have completed the trend of attacking Liao from the north and south, and the emperor of your country has agreed to send the land of Yanyun to the Great Song Dynasty, Zhou will also die as a rich man in the Bianliang Golden Cave in the future. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head, looked at the stone stalactites hanging from the top of his head, and sighed with emotion: "Zhou got the news, your cousins from the same clan should soon be sentenced in Zhuozhou City." The people who presided over this matter were all Taoist officials of the Southern Dynasty, and Xu Xuanling, who was in the same door as them, was the most favored and loved person by the officials of the Southern Dynasty, which could also be regarded as the meaning of the officials of the Southern Dynasty. In other words, doesn't the Southern Dynasty plan to share the Liao State with your Dajin, and plans to annex the land of the Liao State by itself?"

When these words came out, Wanyan Shehema just gritted his teeth: "The Nanren are not thinking! They swore an oath to Emperor Aguta, saying that the two families formed brothers, and plotted against us behind their backs! These Han'er and Khitan are also generally untrustworthy and unrighteous! I will go back to the emperor's big tent and make this matter clear to him, what kind of bird covenant, it doesn't matter!"

He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent here, and he punched out, but he smashed a stalagmite in front of him.

Zhou Bofu just looked at him coldly, and only said at the end: "The prince wants to go back to report the news, and the lower official is the landlord, so he will give the prince a ride." ”

(End of chapter)