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In front of the high platform in the empty school field, there was a figure holding the national letter, and the eunuchs in the palace searched and checked, and after removing the weapons of one of them, they led them to the Dianjiangtai.

"Envoy of the Jin Kingdom, Wan Yan Han suddenly came to see——"

The eunuch who led the way was noisy, and he retreated to the side with a whisk of dust, and the two figures behind him naturally approached. "Wan Yan Han, the envoy of the Jin State, suddenly saw His Majesty the Emperor of the Wu Dynasty. As he spoke, Wan Yanhan suddenly bowed down and quietly looked at the figure above.

It was in front of the huge green dragon water turning screen, on a python chair, the black gold-patterned palace robe was embroidered with the dragon Tengyun, a pair of treading clouds and shoes twisted the inner figure, his hands were pillowed on the armrests, and the other party's eyes looked at the school field indifferently.

The one in front of him should be Bai Ning, Wan Yan Hanhu has not seen it before, most of them have heard of it, the other party is the commander of Dongchang above the ten thousand people of the Wu Dynasty, the eunuch who decides anyone's life and death in one word, he has restrained a lot in his expression, and seeing that the other party has not replied for a long time, Hanhu spoke again.

"The envoys of the Jin State have seen Dongchang nine thousand years old. ”

The respectful words came, and Bai Ning on the python chair finally made a little movement, and his indifferent eyes slid and looked at the two people below. On the armrest, the slender fingers lightly clicked, the thin lips opened slightly, and spit out coldly: "No need to be polite." ”

Then, the palm beckoned.

Someone moved a chair and put it behind Han Hu. After the other party sat down, Bai Ning leaned forward slightly: "I heard that a while ago, you were trying to win over each other, I don't know if you can tell this governor, what is this for?"

Below, the rough Jurchen man was not happy, stepped forward, raised his finger and said: "... You have no right to ask about our actions, and even if you want to answer, you will only ask the emperor of the Wu Dynasty to let His Majesty come out and speak to us. ”

"Kutulu!!" Wan Yanhan frowned and shouted in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter. ”

On the high platform, Bai Ning looked at the rugged and fierce Jurchen with interest, his lips hooked into a smile, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth, "The emperor is just a little doll who can cry, and these things naturally have to be borne by Bentu, who is the uncle, just like you, as a deputy envoy, but you say the words of the main envoy." ”

Kutulu looked at Han Hu in his chair, closed his mouth and took a half step back.

However, the next second.

"Palm-" An indifferent voice sounded on the high platform.

Where is the Jurchen man who has removed his weapons and is the opponent of the Jinyi Guard with superb martial arts, he was twisted after a few moves, and a punishing fan came over and slapped him with a wave of his hand.

Wan Yan Han suddenly wanted to step forward to plead, but Bai Ning didn't look at him, so he had to sit back down, and the crackling sound was endless.

Han suddenly sank his breath, gritted his teeth, got up and arched his hand: "Nine thousand years old, Kutulu is my great golden minister, even if he makes a mistake, he should not be sentenced by the Wu Dynasty." ”

"But this is the Wu Dynasty. Bai Ning tilted his head and clenched his hands into fists to support the side of his face, "Wu Chao Governor has the final say. ”

Then, he threw the gift entry at his feet, and stood up, the dragon churning on his unfolded palace robe as if it were alive, the sky blooming among the clouds, and the dragon scales shining golden.

Boom....boom...

Heavy footsteps came from the distance of the barracks, and soon, there were war drums beating, echoing in the sky. Wan Yan Han's hair stood upside down, the whole person bounced up from the chair, the wooden chair was knocked backwards, he turned around, his eyes crossed from the mouth full of red and swollen blood Hu Tulu, the huge school field, several black torrents came from the three camp gates with overwhelming momentum.

It was a neat pace, the clashing of cold weapons raised, and a look full of frenzy.

Wan Yanhan suddenly thought of a possibility, this Dongchang Admiral had no negotiation posture at all, and there was only one possibility left, he trembled all over, and looked back at the high platform in a panic.

The wind blew the man's robe, the hem of the robe was lightly raised, and he slowly raised his arms, as if hugging the countless generals in his vision, and then clenched them into fists.

"Stop—" shouted the galloping herald.

On the school ground, the last thud of the footsteps stopped in unison, and the dust on the ground filled the sky and rose into the sky. The wind blew, the dust twisted and flew in the air, and in the misty sight, a figure rushed over on a war horse.

The horse's hooves shook from under Han's feet.

The Law of Sighs –

The scarlet cloak was spread in the wind, and the armored general turned over and dismounted with the reins, and the armor leaf passed over the high platform in the tremor of walking, his arms arched his hands, and his voice sounded majestic.

"The last general, Yue Fei, paid a visit to the Admiral. ”

Bai Ning chuckled and turned around.

........

"Nine thousand years old... You are fighting without declaring it..."Wan Yan Han suddenly struggled to squeeze forward, and in his sight, the general named Yue Fei walked up to the high platform, Han Hu stopped and shouted, and then his eyes flickered, and he was beaten and knelt down.

The mink tail fur fell to the ground and was trampled by a few feet, when the wind blew, the fur was stroking slightly, on the stage, Bai Ning watched Yue Fei pick up the national book on the ground and flipped it over, pinched it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and rolled his throat.

"A few years ago, Fei was just an ordinary person in the Wu Dynasty, the old mother was at home, the wife was virtuous, and the children were still in infancy, and the days were still passing, and later, as most of you remember, the Jurchens came......"

Clenching his fist of the Jurchen Guoshu trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, as if remembering the picture of that year: "... They swept the entire Liao country, and they were not satisfied, and pointed their blades at the defenseless people of our Wu Dynasty...... Burn, kill, plunder..... There are corpses everywhere, how innocent are they..."

Yue Fei's eyes really opened, his short mustache opened angrily, and he threw out the crumpled national letter, smashing it on Wan Yan Hanhu's face below, and his voice roared like thunder.

"How innocent they died—"

His eyes were almost wide, and he was covered with blood, "The mountains and rivers are collapsing under your iron hooves, blood is flowing in every inch of the soil, how many unjust souls are crying out for grievances, today you still come to present the national letter, what is written on it...... The country of brothers!! how can tens of millions of men in my Wu Dynasty be so spineless. ”

The sharp saber was slowly drawn from its scabbard, and the cold light slowly bloomed in the morning light.

“... I, Yue Fei, will let you Jurchens take a good look, the bones of my Han people are the sharpest weapons, and we will take back the humiliation you gave, and then we will talk about who is the brother and who is the brother. ”

The arm was raised, the sword buzzed slightly in the air, and the majestic and straight body stood there, and the voice roared in the wind: "All the soldiers listened to the order, died in battle, and left our heroic souls in the northern land, Yongzhen in the northern frontier, the front of the back, no one will not surrender." ”

On the school field, weapons are like a forest, moving slowly. Under the high platform, Wan Yanhan was suddenly kicked down and pressed to the ground, and the sword light was raised above his head, slashing through the morning light for a moment.

Fall.

Bloody heads roll on the ground.

The next moment, the tip of the sword slashed down. "Northern Expedition—"

PS: It's hard to write such a plot, it's finally over, and I'll resume two shifts tomorrow.