"Peace?" After Yan Zonggan sat back in his chair, he snorted coldly: "This king doesn't seem to have made up his mind whether it is war or peace, right?"

Wanyan Zongjun was not polite, sat down opposite him, and poured himself tea: "War is naturally able to fight, but if you miss the best opportunity, the role of fighting again will not be great, and the sacrifice of the old commander will become meaningless." ”

"Don't mention that old guy to me—"

A few books flew off the desk and landed on the ground, the hysterical figure stood up, tore it apart, and tore apart a picture scroll hanging on the wall from the hands of the painter of the Wu Dynasty, gasping for breath for a moment, Zong Gan calmed down, turned to look at Zong Jun, and pointed over: "You seem to know military affairs very well, why did you come forward to fight with the Wu Dynasty army once?"

Zong Jun put down the teacup, shook his head, and looked at the somewhat crazy people: "Now it's okay to fight and make peace, why don't you come up with an idea as soon as possible, otherwise the Wu Dynasty army will come and you can only refuse to defend the city." ”

Seeing that Zonggan on the other end of the desk was silent, Wanyan Zongjun wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and then got up: "It seems that you are still thinking about whether Yin Keshu, Wanyan Yanmu and others will have the same heart as you, it is really as Marshal Zhanhan said when he left, you were polluted by the books of the Wu Dynasty." ”

"What did Zhan Han say to you?!" Wanyan Zonggan seemed to be stimulated, and raised his head violently, his eyes fierce.

"Does it matter?"

Zong Jun's face was filled with a mocking look, his hands snapped twice, the door was pushed open suddenly, and the lanterns under the eaves shone on a group of armor soldiers standing there with weapons, and then the leading Wanyan Lou Room and Wushu strode in.

"You..." The moment he muttered the two words, he saw the expressionless faces of the three of them, and the whole body trembled when he understood it, "... This is to force the palace...... It seems that you are the ones who have the wrong intentions. "I took the weapon hanging on the wall.

Phew-

The blade was knocked out and stuck into the wall. Wushu withdrew his hand, took a few steps forward, and approached the past: "Brother Huang, there is no room for delay in the war, besides, you are not my new Jurchen Emperor, so naturally you can't force the palace." ”

Wanyan Zonggan, who was almost forced into a corner, shook his fingers, and finally hung down weakly, "In that case, I will issue an order to transfer silver and the two generals of Wanyan Yanmu to return to Shangjing Road." ”

"You don't have a chance to call the shots anymore. Wanyan Zongjun turned around and waved his hand violently, "How can my Jurchen Emperor be like you and take him down and put him in a prison." ”

The armor soldiers outside the door rushed in, and directly took the once unspeakably expensive Liao King Wanyan Zonggan, and was struggling with the flail figure and shouting: "If you make a mess, you will not die well!"

"You're not going to die well....."

The screams of pain and remorse faded away, Zong Jun closed his eyes and sat down again, the candle flame swaying quietly on the table, he looked quite tired.

Wushu persuaded on the side: "No, this matter can't be done, since you have to do it, you can do it in one go, otherwise if he ascends the throne in the future, it will be difficult for you and me to die well." ”

"I know about it. ”

Zong Gan rubbed his eyebrows: "It's just that brothers kill each other... First Zongwang, now Zonggan, the brothers who were close and hunted together in the mountains fell apart one by one... Is it too tempting to be in the world, or are we simply not able to adapt to it?"

Wan Yan Lou on the side snorted coldly: "It's that Nanren that eunuch is too vicious, if there is no matter of Zongwang, how can we get to such a predicament today." ”

The cold words made the other two silent for a while, they also knew about the nine-thousand-year-old past of the Wu Dynasty, a lowly person, standing at such a height now, the mountain of corpses and blood under the feet of the other party was different from what they killed on the battlefield, thinking of the conspiracy behind it, like a blade cutting through the body, it was terrifying.

At the beginning of October, Wanyan Zonggan, the king of Liao, was imprisoned on suspicion of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, murdering the marshal of the Jin State, Zhan Han and other crimes, and then succeeded by Wanyan Zongjun, who hastily became the third emperor of the Jin State.

In the Jinluan Palace, on the brand-new dragon chair, Wanyan Zongjun asked people to write down the letter of state and handed it to the messenger, with a serious and majestic gaze.

"If the southerners are willing to negotiate peace, they will talk, and if they don't negotiate peace, they will be dragged down, Yin Keshu and Wanyan Yanmu's army is already on the way, and they will come over soon. ”

"Yes. "The envoys of the order respectfully bow down.

The early sun is shining, the autumn sun is not bright, this messenger walked out of the palace and looked at the sky in the carriage and squinted slightly, his name is Yelude, Yelu Chaoguang who died in the previous battle is his son, and he must endure his anger when he meets the enemy.

With a sigh, the car drove out of the Shangjing Tianhui Mansion shortly after.

On October 11, in these days, the Wu Dynasty East Route Army has been north through Xinzhou, Chengzhou, and the Beiwei army in Zhongjing Province to join the division, after lasting more than ten days of calm, the three armies began to approach the Zhongjing Dading Mansion, the surrounding villages and towns began to be eroded by the war, and the fleeing crowd was driven to the city.

Standing on the city wall and seeing the people fleeing here, Yerod, as an envoy, could no longer sit still, and when he rose one day, he sent an envoy to the military camp of the Wu Dynasty and waited for a summons.

The light of day was slanting in the west, and after Bai Ning wiped the sweat stains on the sleepy woman, covered the blanket and came out of the tent, Xiao Chenzi whispered about the day that the envoy of the Jin Kingdom had been waiting for a day.

"Let him come to the big tent to see me. After speaking, Bai Ning washed his hands and walked towards another tent.

The old man named Yerod sat there sweating, and he and his two deputy envoys had been here for a whole day, and the rice and water had not entered, as if they had been forgotten here.

Just when he was patiently draining away, a young eunuch came over and invited him over, "The overseer has a lot of opportunities, and I have time to see you at this time, so let's go with our family." ”

Soon, Yerod met the great eunuch who had great power in the Wu Dynasty.

The curtain was lowered.

"The foreign minister has seen the Wu Dynasty nine thousand years old. And Jerod and the men came forward and gave him his hand.

Bai Ning buried his head in writing something on the desk, and said casually: "Just find a stool to sit on." ”

Having said that, Yerod still stood in the middle without moving a single step, looking at the figure of swaying pen and ink, and opened his mouth to speak, but the other party didn't seem to have the intention of speaking, and the prepared words were swallowed back, and the two deputy envoys glanced at the side with disdain, muttering something in a low voice.

"Say whatever you want, don't ramble. Bai Ning raised his gaze and glanced at it, waved his hand casually, and Cao Shaoqing, who was standing, nodded, and led people towards the two deputy envoys behind the old man.

"What are you going to do..."

"The two countries are at war, and they will not be killed!"

The voice stopped abruptly outside the tent, and the two bloody heads were presented with frightened expressions, and Yerod knew that the other party was dismounting, but he killed people without saying a word, it was just... Just... He is difficult to describe in tyrannical terms.

"They, like me, are just messengers......"

Bai Ning put down his pen, sat up straight, and looked serious: "Let's talk about business, this governor directly explained the conditions, first, Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures want to get it back, this is originally my Han family's land......"

Yerod was stunned for a moment by his words, but then reacted and nodded: "This is right." ”

"Second, cede Yunnei and Fengsheng two states......"

Yelu's brows furrowed, as if he was unrealistic, and he opened his mouth to stop it, but the words continued: "Third, I am the elder brother of the Wu Dynasty, and the rice and grain brocade are forgotten, and it is good to congratulate the New Year on the table during the New Year." ”

"Lord Admiral... This... This is impossible, the foreign minister is just a messenger, how can he agree. ”

"Then you go back and change to someone who has done the master, but then I said that here, come and go, you still have to fight what you should fight, and I won't wait for you to come back. Bai Ning leaned back in the chair, a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

The old man looked at the two human heads on the ground and swallowed his saliva.

PS: It's almost tomorrow.,It's the end of the main story.,There's probably three or four more chapters.,Let's write it together tomorrow.。