The news of the massacre of Dading Mansion made Shangjing panic and uneasy, and it was inevitable that it would stay all night.

When the figure who had just ascended to the throne waved away the concubines who were sleeping in the bed, he knocked down the lamppost, the fire candle fell to the ground and lit the lampshade, reflecting Zong Jun's expression began to spread, and the guards and palace people who saw the fire rushed in, took the emperor away, and put the water out of the fire.

After this night, the will of the peace talks was handed out of his hands, and this time no minister of the main battle stood up to oppose it, Wanyan Zongjun naturally understood that the nine thousand years old of the Wu Dynasty over there pinched the weakness of this group of people, and no matter how tough a person is, he can't be tough with the word 'interests'.

Before, he said frankly about the main battle, but now he felt that he had been betrayed by this group of respectful people.

At the end of October, the light of day came from the north, and Wanyan Yan's mother came to Dading Mansion with the envoys escorted by the army to start peace talks with the Wu Dynasty.

The walls of the city were covered with shriveled human heads, maggots wriggled in the hollow eye sockets, the corpses of the people and soldiers in the city were stacked on top of each other to form dozens of hills, the blood had coagulated, the viscous liquid was dripping from above, and the foul smell could be smelled for miles and miles.

A real pile-up......

Wanyan Yan's mother accompanied the envoy to the Wu Dynasty military camp to meet Bai Ning with another son of Wanyan Aguta, Wanyan Zongfu. The two of them walked on the city wall, the charred black and dried blood stains on it, as if they were crying about the fire and the horrific massacre.

When they arrived near the city gate, a large number of charred corpses were floating in the moat, the short ones should be children's, the thinner ones might be old people or women, their faces were scorched, and they probably couldn't tell the difference.

"I won't go in..."Wanyan Sosuke, who has always been honest and generous in the Jurchens, covered his mouth and couldn't bear it anymore, and vomited.

"More than 100,000 soldiers and civilians... After a day of killing, what did the people of the Wu Dynasty use..."When he stood up, he thought of a key point, but after saying it, the words changed a little.

"What's the use, let's send someone to check it later. Originally, I was the closest, and the ...... who should come to the rescue" Wan Yan Yan's mother turned around and walked back, "But there is no order from the imperial court, so I can only stay where I am and not move an inch, and I also have a share of the sins in this city." ”

The flies pounced on their fur and crawled on it, Wanyan Zongfu waved his hand away, looking at the face of a child with a wide mouth in the mountain of corpses, and there were wet marks at the corners of his eyes, "If Zonggan can be decisive, we will not suffer this fiasco." ”

"After this peace talks, I should keep in mind the lesson of this time, that is, the sharp weapons of the Wu Dynasty should also pay attention to them, after all, it is better to die fewer people in the war. ”

After Yan Yan's mother, she sighed, and after a while, someone came to report that she found the corpses of Yelude and Bali Su, and he smiled: "Finally, I can give Yin Keshu an explanation." ”

Sosuke looked at him and was slightly silent.

The two then returned, and the next day, also on October 30, the Jin army advanced to confront the Hejian Fu army, and Wanyan Zongfu rode to the Wu Dynasty military camp stationed ten miles away and began peace talks with the Wu Dynasty.

However, in the case of disagreement with the conditions he discussed, Cao Shaoqing directly overturned the table, and soon the military order was issued, and the offensive of destroying the fields and houses spread farther away.

A few days later, the indignant Sosuke came to the Wu Dynasty military camp again and finally met Bai Ning.

"How is the scenery outside the city, are you still satisfied?" Bai Ning said calmly, poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "If it's not good-looking, you can add a little." ”

His eyes flickered with coldness.

"Like your head. ”

Sen Han's words were like a sharp sword hanging over Wanyan Zongfu's neck, he had never seen a eunuch force so powerful, that feeling was like being stuck in a quagmire, the whole person was sluggish, and between the two wars, he did not show a timid appearance, pretending to be calm.

He arched his hand and said: "If Chitose wants the king's head, you can take it to decorate, but the peace talks still have to be discussed." ”

He said this quite boldly, and he didn't finish the face of the Yan Imperial Family, and on the other side, the corners of Bai Ning's lips hooked into a smile, and he seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, and took the peace talk form handed to the table, as well as the conditions written in the rules and regulations on it.

For a long time, the figure looking at the entry frowned.

"Chitose has any objections?" asked Sosuke Wanyan.

Over there, the entry was put down, his eyes raised, and he nodded: "Yes." ”

Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, he took a few pieces of paper and sprinkled them on Wanyan Zongfu's face, and the guards of the Jurchen outside the tent and the brocade guards of the Dongchang suddenly became tense, and someone broke in and asked questions.

"Get out—"

Bai Ning snorted coldly, and the tent shook with a 'bang' sound, and then looked at Wanyan Zongfu who was at a loss, the other party was a little dazed, seeing the eyes that exuded murderous intent over there, he got up in a mess, subconsciously shrank his head, and trembled his lips slightly: "I don't know why Chitose suddenly became angry, but what is unsatisfactory on it?"

"Are you here to ask for peace?" As he spoke, Bai Ning's figure slowly sat down.

Wanyan Zongfu swallowed his saliva and stepped forward: "Naturally, I came to seek peace. ”

"Then write the word "peace" on the book of peace talks. ”

"Seeking peace?" Zong Fu fixed his mind, he understood what the meaning of these two words in front of the proud Jurchen, his chest rose and fell violently, and then he took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down, closed his eyes, and nodded fiercely when he opened them: "Okay, if you ask for peace, you will make peace, and I hope that Chitose will keep his promise, and as soon as the peace talks are over, he will immediately lead the troops to withdraw from my Dajin border, and send officials to hand over the sixteen states of Yanyun later." ”

Wanyan Zongfu picked up the discarded peace talk book on the ground and retreated, and soon, Bai Ning's unbridled laughter sounded in the big tent, shaking the roof of the tent.

In November, the weather took a turn for the worse, and the envoys of the Jin State entered the military camp of the Wu Dynasty for the third time, and Bai Ning negotiated with Zongfu on the terms of ceding Yunnei and Fengsheng Prefectures and returning the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, calling the Wu Dynasty a brother and Jin a brother.

On November 15, the Wu Dynasty army withdrew from Zhongjing Province and returned south with the news of triumph.

In December, when passing through Yanmen Pass, Bai Ning personally took a cadre of generals in the army to the place outside the pass, where Qin Ming was martyred, and told him the news of the Jurchen peace.

Sunset.

Nearby cliffs, the last dead leaves fall, and autumn passes.

Bai Ning looked at the pass below with flags, the mountain village where chickens and dogs barked, and the crisscrossing mountains and flowing rivers, and a cloud of white gas came out of his mouth.

"If I Bai Ning has a choice, how can I want to give birth to this crippled body, but if I Bai Ning, whose family is the world today, going back thousands of years, which dynasty and which generation have someone with such a crippled body like me to make the fierce and barbaric Jurchen lower his head and eat this shame!!"

The fist was grasped under the sleeves of the robe, sprinkled out, the arms were in the wind, the silver filaments fluttered out of the crown, looking at the west sun, the silver became dazzling, and the mountains and rivers were magnificent and majestic.

"Let's ask the people of the world, this Central Plains is 90,000, I claim to be the first in the ages, who is not convinced!"

He whispered to the wind.

Laughing, the wind got into his eyes, wet marks slipped through the corners of his eyes, and there were white bones under his feet.

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