Alas, isn’t it just for the sake of the Jin Dynasty to attack Liao? You haven’t changed the situation in the court these days? The demoted officials who disobeyed these two people and retired officials are already a different scene.”

"The situation has changed a lot?" Han Xiaozhou was slightly stunned, and reached out to support the other party's arm and walked to the chair: "What changes have happened, Brother Hu, please tell me in detail."

The black-faced man did not answer, but just stared at Zhou Ping with his eyes. Han Xiaozhou knew the secret of what the other party was going to say next, and did not want outsiders to hear it. He ordered Zhou Ping: "You stay at the door, don't let strangers approach!"

"Here!" Zhou Ping responded without any help, put the brazier back in its original place, and walked out of the door to continue eavesdropping.

When they left the house, Han Xiaozhou pointed at his book boy and said, "This is raised in my family, Brother Hu said it's okay!"

"Do you know that the intention of the Central League of Jin to attack Liao has been decided!"

"What? So fast?" Han Xiaozhou's face changed slightly: "I heard about it before I left, but how could it be so fast? Didn't Zheng Taizai and Deng Shumi both object to it?"

"So what? The Grand Master and the Mother both encouraged each other. Who could stop them?" At this time, a look of hatred and envy appeared on the face of the black-faced man, as if the two nouns had some magic power.

"Besides, the envoys from Dengzhou to Liaodong have returned, and they have brought several Jin envoys to present tributes, which shows the intention of joining forces. The official family is a very happy person. Seeing that the great cause of his ancestors for more than a hundred years is about to be accomplished, they can't hear any unpleasant words!" At this point, the black-faced man sighed, his face full of frustration.

"So that's it!" Han Xiaozhou nodded slightly, thinking in his heart that if this was true, the matter of joining the Jin Dynasty to attack Liao would be determined, and then it would be difficult to say that his mission to Liao Kingdom would be difficult to say. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel troubled. It turned out that Han Xiaozhou was the party of the Daozai Zheng Juzhong in the court, and he also opposed the coalition forces to attack Liao. One of the very important reasons why he, a living servant, wanted to participate in this mission was to find ammunition for the court to oppose the attack of Liao. However, he never expected that after he thought about the visit to the court for a period of time, the situation in the court changed drastically.

"Brother Wende, don't worry. My husband criticized many people in the court for this matter. He said that you have avoided some disaster when you return to your hometown to visit your relatives!"

"Brother Hu, don't comfort me!" Han Xiaozhou smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know my husband's methods. 'I am not a fellow disciple, but I am a mortal enemy'. Everyone in the court knows that I am Zheng Taizai, how could he give up just because I was not in the court these days?"

When the man surnamed Hu heard this, he remembered Cai Jing's ruthless behavior in his daily life and couldn't help but shudder. He was afraid that he would be demoted to Qinzhou as Sima. Maybe he just arrived there and "recovered the writings since his origin" and "sending a certain prefecture and county management" and other blows followed!"

Zhou Ping heard the two people in the room talking about the envoy sent by the Song Dynasty to Nuzhi. He couldn't help but think of the Zhishan monk who said goodbye to him a few months ago and went to Dengzhou. He also went to Dengzhou. I wonder if this heroic monk who always thinks of the whole world's surname is now? Where is it now? I wonder if this heroic monk can survive the upcoming storm.

Two months ago

Jingdong East Road, Dengzhou. Dengzhou faces the sea on three sides, and only the southwest is connected to Laizhou. Opposite is Lushun, located at the southernmost end of the Liaodong Peninsula. Since ancient times, it has been the starting point of the sea route from Shandong to Liaozuo. Due to history

The land route from Hebei to Liaodong must pass through a narrow corridor between the Yanshan Mountains and the Bohai Sea, and there are many swamps, which is very difficult. Therefore, when the Central Plains dynasties sent troops to Liaodong in ancient times, they often chose to go to Dengzhou to go to sea. For example, when Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty conquered Goryeo, Baekje, and Bohai were all from Dengzhou. Since the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the western Liaoning and even the northern part of the North China Plain have gradually been controlled by the Liao Kingdom established by the Khitans. The land roads from the Central Plains to Liaodong were blocked, so the Jurchens, mainly distributed in today's Liaoning, Jilin, Heilongjiang and other places traded with the Central Plains through this sea route, the most important of which was the sale of horses.

Zhishan got off the cart, and he took a deep breath of the air with the smell of sea, stretching out the slightly sour and numb waist and back muscles in the narrow carriage.

"Master, there is Dengzhou Prefecture over there!" The coachman pointed to the city corridor not far away.

"Thank you for your advice!" Zhishan smiled and put his greetings to the coachman, took out eighty-month copper coins from his arms and handed them over, and said with a smile: "These are car fares, please accept them!"

"Oh, how do you use so much!" The coachman was about to refuse, but was pushed back by Zhishan and smiled: "I have a lot of trouble along the way, and this is just a little bit of my wish. I will take a boat and walk on the sea next time. I will ask for advice on how to take a boat!"

Zhishan mostly lived in the northwest in his life, but never came to Dengzhou. He knew that if these coachmen left, they would understand the dock business best, and just pay a little money, they would be less trouble.

"The master is asking the right person!" The coachman smiled and said, "There are not many people in Dengzhou who understand this aspect than me, Wu Er. I wonder where the master is going to go by the sea?"

"Liaodong!"

"Ah? What did the master go to Liaodong?" The coachman's face changed drastically: "It's a war there. The female Naomen and the Liao soldiers have been fighting for several years. The war is in chaos. In previous years, there are still some merchant ships selling horses, minks, ginseng, and Dongzhu. The merchants and travelers have long been cut off in wars over the years."

"That's it!" The coachman's answer disappointed Zhishan. Do you want to change to land? The coachman saw Zhishan's unhappy expression and changed his words and advised: "Master, this sea route is not completely cut off. Occasionally, there are a few bold boatmen who take this route to traffic in ginseng and mink. After all, since the war in Liaodong started, the prices of these things have increased several times. If you encounter a sailboat that you can take, the price will not be cheap!"

Zhishan felt that Wu Er was right when he heard this. Since he had to go over and take a look, he might encounter it. Thinking of this, he sang a fat look to the coachman and walked towards the other person's finger.

Zhishan arrived at the pier and asked everywhere, but when the boss heard that he was going to Liaodong, he shook his head. He spent a whole morning without any glances. Zhishan couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He was about to find a place to fill his stomach. In the afternoon, he looked for a boat crossing the sea. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulders on his back. Someone shouted behind him, "What a monk, I actually met you here!"

Zhishan looked back and saw a burly man with a square face, gray hair and beard standing in front of him, his strong legs slightly slightly tangled, which was a sequelae left by riding a horse for many years. The wind and sand in Shuobei polished his skin into a special bronze color, and the wrinkles were like the gullies on the northwest Loess Plateau, which looked like a strong and grim feeling. However, at this time, the face was filled with smiles, and the wrinkles stretched out, full of joy of meeting a close friend.

"So it's Ma Du Superintendent!" Zhishan hurriedly fitted his luggage. It turned out that this person was his old acquaintance in the northwest. When the Song army pioneered the Qingtang, Zhishan once used to persuade the chief of the Qiang people along the way as a lobbyist, while Ma Zheng was the guard officer who was with him. The two met each other during the journey and became close friends. However, this was seven or eight years ago, but how could they meet here again? Zhishan was about to ask, but Ma Zheng patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "You and I haven't seen each other for seven or eight years. You have to drink some of your best encounters today." He turned around to the young man behind him who looked similar to him but only twenty-three or four, "Ku'er, this is the Zen Master Zhishan I often mention in front of you. Why don't you salute me?"

"My nephew greets the Zen master!" The young man bowed down and bowed.

"Please come up with a good nephew!" Zhishan hurriedly reached out to help the young man up and down, looked up and down, and smiled at Ma Zheng, "It turns out that he is a handsome man. Brother Ma has such a good man, so I am so envious!"

Ma Zheng smiled so hard that he couldn't stop talking. He obviously loved his son very much, but said, "You are so stupid. Don't praise him!"

"Add to be, be able to be!" Zhishan used an expert's gaze to look at the young man in front of him, his rough calloused palms and symmetrical and powerful limbs, and the face that was polished into bronze by wind and sand like his father, especially his eyes, which were full of fearlessness and calmness unique to soldiers. Zhishan was very clear that only a few people who had experienced real dangers, understood what danger was, and were at peace with all this, would have such a look. People like this were rare even in the Western Army, but such people were the backbone of the army. Maybe they were not necessarily in the position of commander, but at the critical moment, the soldiers instinctively believed them, obeyed them, and supported them.

The three of them entered a restaurant and sat down at the table. The child brought wine and food. After two cups of wine were eaten, Ma Zheng smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet a Zen master here. I dare to ask, where are you going this time, Zen master?"

Zhishan did not hide it, saying, "I came to Dengzhou this time to find a boat to go to Liaodong by sea, but I didn't expect that because of the fierce war there, no boatman was willing to take a risk."

"Liaodong?" Ma Zheng's face became strange. He put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked, "What are you going to Liaodong?"

"No, just check the situation of the girl!" Zhishan replied, and then he talked about his previous hearings and worries from Ma Zheng to Ma. He believed that the old acquaintance in front of him would understand his worries and the necessity of this trip. He was different from those "soldiers" on the front line of Bianjing or Hebei. When he was born, he began to learn to pull the reins on the horse's back when he could walk, and when he could hold chopsticks, he learned to draw the bow. He spent his whole life fighting with the people of Xixia and Qingqiang. He had an instinctive intuition about danger and enemies. People like this would not understand the purpose of going to Liaodong.

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