When Wei Qing heard this, he turned his head to look at Zhou Peng's inquiry, Zhou Peng knew the difficulty in his heart, and immediately said: "I only promised Zhu Ergen that day that he would not personally kill him, and you want to seek revenge on him, I can't care about that much."

Wei Qing got Zhou Peng's words, and immediately said to Liao Lingping: "Miss Liao, although I have a shallow relationship with Brother Liao, it is a friendship of life, you have the heart to take revenge, I am willing to help you, we just have something to go north, you might as well go with us, and there is a good response on the road."

Liao Lingping nodded and thanked him: "Brother Wei risked his life to recapture my father's head and bury it in the ground, this kindness will always be remembered in my heart, and it is up to Brother Wei to decide what happened to go north."

The rest of the people had no objection to this, after the memorial, Li Rui stepped forward to help Liao Lingping, and everyone had already inquired that the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty were moved to Xianzhou (now Beizhen County, Liaoning Province) by the Jin, and they marched north.

There is nothing else to do all the way, and it is May after arriving in Xianzhou, although the cold of midwinter has not yet subsided, it is not as warm as the flowers blooming in the spring in the south, but after all, it is not the climate that drips into ice. The plains outside the Kanwai are full of lively and festive scenes, and the roads are full of men and women happily riding horses, as if they are going to a market somewhere.

Cao Lu touched his head and wondered: "Are these people happy? Even if someone marries a banquet guest, there is no reason to invite so many people."

Zhou Peng has been well-informed for a long time, and when he saw that everyone was puzzled, he casually explained: "The Jurchens have always had the custom of offering spring sacrifices to the heavens, in order to ask their gods to bless the whole clan with a safe harvest, the spring festival is a major event of the year for the Jurchens, regardless of men, women and children in the tribe will participate, and the spring sacrifice ceremony has always been presided over by their shamans, let's go and see, or we can find something in it."

The crowd found the Jurchens' leather jackets, fur fur and other costumes to change into, and covered their hair with felt hats, followed the direction in which the Jurchens gathered, and rushed to a flat and vast field, only to see that there was a low convex mound in the middle of the open field, and a triangular minaret was built with stones on the top of the mound, and the tower and its surroundings were hung with colorful flags of various colors, enshrined the sacrificial items such as the heads of cattle and horses, and several shamans with lacquered faces and feathers were busy preparing for the subsequent ceremonies to worship the heavens, and the ordinary Jurchen herdsmen gathered around and could not get too close.

Wei Qing and the six people mixed in the crowd, did not dare to be too loud, just silently watched quietly, until noon, a shaman shaman walked up to the top of the mound surrounded by everyone, and the surrounding Jurchen herdsmen immediately knelt on the ground, Zhou Peng pointed and said: "This person is probably the great shaman of the Jin Kingdom, that is, the master of Ha Mi Chi and Zhu Ergen."

I saw the great shaman sit down in front of the minaret after reaching the top of the hill, and chanting words in his mouth, but he was so quiet and too far away that he could not hear what he was reciting, and several ordinary shamans danced around him.

Wei Qing carefully identified the shamans who were dancing gods, and one of them could clearly see that his face was painted with green fangs, and it was Zhuergen who almost killed Wei Qing two years ago. Xiao Qinchuan also recognized one of them, pointing to a shaman with a red face and saying: "That person seems to be a ha, although he has painted his face, he can still identify it if he looks closely."

After the dance, the chief shaman stood up and waved, and immediately two Jin soldiers walked up with a man wearing the official uniform of the Song Dynasty. Wei Qing looked fixedly, and the official turned out to be Guo Jing, who had mistakenly believed that Ha Mi had pretended to be a god, and as a result, he lost the four walls of the outer city, Sun Fu.

After Sun Fu was escorted out, he scolded endlessly, and even though the two Jin soldiers who were released from the custody scolded him in every possible way, they always held their heads high and refused to give in, and one Jin soldier was annoyed by his scolding, and slapped his official hat to the ground. Sun Fu struggled to break free, leaned over to pick up the official hat and put it back on, and said loudly: "Barbarian and rude, today is just the right time to ask you to see the majesty of the Han officials of the Celestial Dynasty."

"What kind of prestige of the Celestial Empire, your emperor has already accepted the table and invited the ministers, you don't know, what is the benefit of being strong", Ha Mi Yu snorted lightly on the hill, stepped forward and said loudly, "If you are also willing to submit to Dajin, maybe you can still suffer some humiliation, how about it?"

Sun Fu was short of breath, but he still shook his head and said nothing, and when he saw this, he no longer persuaded him, waved his hand to signal the ceremony to continue, and two golden soldiers stepped forward and kicked Sun Fu at the knee socket to kick him down, and then stripped off his Song court official uniform, put on a sackcloth and filial piety clothes, and forcibly pressed Sun Fu's head to touch the ground with his head.

At this time, the great shaman raised his head to the sky and prayed, estimating that it was the ceremony of the Jin people to show their military exploits to the gods, and the Jurchen herdsmen who were watching cheered one after another, Wei Qing and the others were full of taste, and they didn't want to look at it anymore, so they quietly left together, preparing to go to Sun Fu to inquire about Qin Hui's whereabouts in the evening.

When the night was dark and the Jurchen herdsmen who came to worship the heavens were gone, Cao Lu stayed behind to take care of Li Rui, but Wei Qing and Zhou Peng, Xiao Qinchuan, and Liao Lingping rushed to the palace where the shaman of the Jin Kingdom lived to search for Sun Fu. The guards of the Zhai Palace were not strict, and the four of them quickly found the room where Sun Fu was imprisoned, and the Jin people simply locked the door of the room, Wei Qing pulled out the Zhanlu sword and cut the lock off as easily as cutting tofu, and then everyone rushed into the room.

Wei Qing made a silent gesture after entering, and then loosened the rope tied to his hand for Sun Fu, and asked eagerly: "Master Sun, do you still remember me, I am Qin Hui's friend, do you know where he is now?"

"Are you...... Oh, I remember, you are Qin Hui's personal entourage, and you have competed with the Liujia soldiers pretending to be Ha Michi", Sun Fu said suddenly, "How did you find here?"

Wei Qing said in a low voice: "Don't say much, please also ask Lord Sun to inform us of the whereabouts of our brother, our trip is to go back to rescue the brother of the society."

"You ...... Why do you want to save Qin Hui, who sent you", Sun Fu raised his eyes and stared at Wei Qing, and asked with caution, "You must know that it is extremely dangerous to go deep into the enemy territory to save people, and if you are negligent, you will immediately worry about your life, what benefits did Qin Hui promise you."

Wei Qing didn't want to be in this dangerous situation, Sun Fu actually had the leisure to ask the reason why he rescued Qin Hui, but he had to hold back his impatience and answer: "My brother who attended the meeting is a friend, and I can't sit back and watch him fall into the hands of the enemy, but I don't have to get any benefits from him to come, not to mention that I have always admired the brother of the society, and I believe that with his talent and ambition, he can help the society and save the people of the world from fire and water.

"The talent of the prime minister, hehe, he is indeed worthy of these four words", Sun Fu suddenly sneered when he heard this, "I just don't know if it is the prime minister of the Jin people or the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty."