In the early morning, in the courtyard behind Zhuji Restaurant, people swept away the snow. In the not-so-bright scene, people had begun to gather and greet each other in a low voice.

The courtyard is quite large, with about 60 or 70 people. Most of them are wearing robes, and some are carrying musical instruments such as erhu. They found a bench and sat up in groups of three or three in the cold weather.

They were all storytellers, and Lu Si was one of them. He held the Erhu, holding a few pages of paper in his hand, and his eyes looked a little red because he stayed up late. After sitting down, he saw the shopkeepers in front of him, and the boss came in.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'll get everyone together in a hurry. The city is in short supply and there is no fire. I'll tell you a long story. After I finish speaking, I'll invite you to eat noodles. You should have read some of these little stories posted to you."

"I've seen it." Lu Si answered in the crowd, and most of the answers around him were neat. They were usually a storyteller and focused on being eloquent, but there were no people making jokes at this time. On the one hand, the people ahead were quite prestige, and on the other hand, during the period of the Jurchen siege, everyone had experienced too many things. Some people who had known went to the city wall to participate in defense and did not come back, and some were cut off by the Jurchens before and were still not dead at this time. After all, it was because most of these people were literate and numerable, and they were arranged in the logistics field. Now they survived. I read the stories of some people inside and outside the city last night and realized that so many things had happened during this period.

Lu Si read the two stories posted to him overnight last night, and was in a state of great excitement. They sometimes talked about novels about frivolous and strange things, and sometimes they couldn't help but tell some hearsays, adding fuel to the fire. It was different from the things at hand, especially since they participated in it, which was even more different.

The fragrance of noodle soup has already been heard in the adjacent yard, and the owner in front continues to speak.

"There was just a start to resume work. There was not enough manpower, so I can't send it all to you for the time being. After you finished reading it, you can pass it on to each other. The battle with Jurchen was not good, and many people died, but in this battle, no matter inside and outside the city, there were many people who rushed up and sacrificed their lives. They rushed up and sacrificed their lives, not when they ran away. It was just for them that we need to leave these stories..."

"There is no need for impulsive exaggeration, no need for everyone to say, like Li Guang, Huo Qubing and others, saying, "Whoever violates me, will be punished even if he is far away, and the great cause of Fenglang Juxu. This time we only talk about individuals, which have been sorted out, but not sorted out, and there are many such things. When you hear it, you can also help organize it. Let's talk about it, and it may make people laugh on weekdays. But now everyone in this city is very sad. You have to go and bring them up. There is nothing else, and we will remember... We say tragic and not generous. Do you understand? If you don't understand, you can raise it and discuss it with each other."

Then someone started talking and asked, "Home. Has the peace talks outside the city been decided?"

"The peace talks are not decided." Nowadays, people who are often well-informed in society. Sometimes after talking about some things, they can't help discussing evidence and negotiations with others. Naturally, someone may ask questions. The boss replied, "It's a good idea to say that. There may be a tendency to negotiate on both sides, but don't forget the wolf nature of the Jurchens. If we really take it as a matter of absolute certainty and take it lightly, the Jurchens will definitely pounce on them. The old hunters in the mountains know that when they encounter beasts, the important thing is to stare at their eyes. If you don't stare at them, they will definitely bite you. You can go out and emphasize this."

"...We are ready to fight and we are qualified to be harmonious. If we don't have the intention to fight, we will definitely be beaten."

The noisy words continued for a while, and the noodles were cooked and were brought out with a hot heat.

This morning, Bianliang was still covered with white space. After breakfast, the storytellers went out one after another. They and Zhuji's friends were mostly in groups of two. Lu Si found a small market by the river to sit down and pulled up his erhu.

The siege of the city was long and the weather was cold. There was nothing to buy in the market. The two white sheds set up not far away may be the most eye-catching thing. In this case, most of the people who can hold funerals for their family were the family. He played the Erhu for a while and started to speak, some people came from nearby.

The voice of Erhu was sad, and what he said was actually not an exciting story. When the Jurchens attacked the city, he had also seen many people's deaths. Most of the time he was in the rear, and he survived by chance. He saw people going to die, or the desolate scene before his death, was not very touched. Only when he was combined with these original records and compiled stories, the people who died suddenly seemed to have meaning and destination. People around him, including those who listened from a distance from nearby doorsteps, also had such experiences. After being brought to life by the story, most of them couldn't help feeling sad and pity.

After he finished a story, some people gathered nearby, and there were also children wearing mourning clothes, and there were small episodes. A woman in a nearby family came to ask for trouble. She set up a mourning hall for her husband's family, but at this time there were too many people in the city. Not to mention monks, there were not even people who could play musical instruments around him. Seeing that Lu Si could play the erhu, he brought money to him and begged Lu Si to come over for help.

After Lu Si refused, the woman sat on the ground and cried, muttering about her family. Her husband was a young landlord nearby. She was young and liked to dance with swords and swords on weekdays. When the Jurchens came, the man left his wife and Shangyou's two children and went to the Xinshuomen, and died there. Now the two children are two years old and four years old. Although the family has a small fortune, she is a woman in her early twenties who can't defend this family. She set up a mourning hall for her husband, but even monks and musicians can't hire them. The woman can only send her young husband away in such a difficult winter.

It was a small family, and it was difficult for young women who were guarding two children to support this matter. In the past few days, the pressure on her body had been too great to say. She cried and said it, and everyone around her wiped tears. A **-year-old child next to her was crying and said, "My father is dead, and my father is dead..." and cried.

People who are talking about books in the city on this day will mostly encounter this situation. Whether inside or outside the city, a person's death often does not have much enthusiasm. For the survivors in the city, the death of their relatives makes people see more of the reality that is pressed in front of them. Only so many people, different identities, and the same death can add a little meaning to these deaths. Even if a lot of propaganda of such meanings comes from man-made, at least it will not make people sink directly into the abyss of darkness.

While there was a little noise in the city under the operation of those who were interested, the military camps outside the Bianliang City that confronted the Jurchens were not calm.

When Zhong Shizhong led the Western Army to fight with the Jurchens, the Wurui Camp was one step late, and then there was a report of peace talks. Wurui Camp and more than 100,000 people from the rear rushed to form a formation and confronted them in front of the Jurchens. Wurui Camp chose a not-steep snow slope to camp, and then built fortifications, rectified equipment, and began to prepare for combat on a large scale. When the rest of the people saw the Wurui Camp's actions, they began to build fortifications one after another.

As the peace talks progressed step by step, the Jurchens were unwilling to fight again, and public opinion that the peace talks had been decided began to appear. The remaining more than 100,000 troops did not come to fight against the Jurchens in a direct way. But Wu Ruiying's attitude was revealed. On the one hand, the war was coming to an end, and they had to follow like this. On the other hand, they rushed over to get a share of the elite soldiers before others intervened. The morale was not high, and the fortifications were done hastily and carelessly. Then they became more perfunctory.

Only Wu Ruiying will build fortifications one day and one day. Doing offensive exercises is regarded as daily, and it will be obvious at first sight. After a day or two, someone will say that during the peace talks, don’t raise another army. You will be swaying in front of the Jurchen formation all day long, just like provocation. If the other party becomes fierce and continues to fight, who can withstand the responsibility of destroying the peace talks?

During this period, private exchanges and lobbying between various armies were even more normal. Although Wu Ruiying could refuse, some people could not refuse. After a few days, at the suggestion of the Zhuji staff, he also sent lobbyists to instigate the fighters in the opponent's army.

In this way, although it was considered to have a military force, it was floating in private. There was another wave of discussion, review, and reflection in the army here. Of course, we could not target the opponent's actions, but discussed together why the battle with the Jurchens lost, and where was the difference between the two sides? What needed to defeat these people. No matter who have talented people or those who have no talent, we would gather together to talk about our own ideas, then return to the general, unify, etc.

People are all brains. Even if they were ignorant before joining the army, they would always distinguish between what makes sense and what makes no sense. Why would they lose the battle with the Jurchens? Because we are afraid of death, why are we not afraid of death, but we are not afraid of death, but we are afraid of death... These things can filter out some problems as long as we go a little deeper. These discussions over the years have made some sharp things floating among the middle and lower-level soldiers, solving the crisis of being divided to a certain extent. At the same time, some energetic things have also begun to emerge within the military camp.

Stepping on the not-so-thick snow, Chen Dongye came back with his men after training. When he approached his tent, he saw an officer standing outside. At the same time, he also heard the striking comments in the tent.

The man outside the tent was familiar with him. He seemed to stand casually, but in fact he had the smell of air. Seeing that it was him, he winked and waved his hand to let him in. After he lifted the curtain and went in, he saw that there were six or seven small officers of the lieutenant level in the tent. Seeing that he came in, everyone stopped talking and started talking again.

What everyone said was that Shangguan from the other troops was causing trouble and pulling people behind their backs.

"...My brother came to me and said that as long as I was willing to go back, I would be rewarded with 100 taels of silver and immediately promoted to the third level. These people were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and they spent more money every day..."

"Do you dare say you are not moved?"

"Hey, are you short of money? Let me tell you, I drew my sword at that time and said it to him clearly. I said this again. Brother is not right, I slashed him with one knife!"

"Brother He is domineering!"

"There is nothing domineering or not, how did we call us these days!"

"I've figured it out these days. How do we lose? How do those brothers die..."

The few people in the tent were all lower-level officers, and most of them were young. They had their defeat at the beginning, but they came out of the battle of Xiacun. They were the most aggressive and violent. Luo Ye's family, who was in this camp with Chen Dongye, had a background in the capital family, and they had always dared to speak and fight. It was because of this that everyone gathered here. After a while, their voices became higher and higher. Someone also took a slap on the wood sitting next to them. Chen Dongye said, "You guys are quiet."

"What's there to whisper!" A man with a scar on his face said, "I dare to say this at the evening discussion meeting! The Jurchens have not left. They will fight in the internal battle! Now who in the army can't understand! We can only hold each other together and have hope. If we really break up, we will be like before. We will be able to win a hundred taels of silver and get promoted to the third level! Turn a person into a bear!"

"What I said is: Let's not cause trouble for the superiors. General Qin and the others are afraid that life will not be easy..."

After this period, everyone has quite agreed with the superior officials, especially at such a time, when discussing daily, they generally know some of the difficulties above, and they feel like they are united and united in their enemies. They have changed the topic.

"Young Master Ning is amazing, so he gave them a warning."

"But I heard from Zhuji's brother that this is also a strategy of rights."

"It's up to you to dismantle whether to dismantle it or not..."

"If you really demolish it, we will become what we used to do? To be honest, if you really demolish it, I will give me a hundred taels of silver. The official position will be promoted to the third level. Next time the Jurchens come, I will not be confident that I can beat it. After saving money, before the Jurchens come, I will have to run to a place where no one is... "

"Hey, what else do you want to go to a place where there is no one..."

"Put things first!" the man shouted. "I didn't know before, I fought with the Jurchens. I lost like that. Now I run back and follow those bitches. Do I dare to fight? Last time, after I rushed over, I saw that the Jurchens came over and I ran away after being injured. The next time the Jurchens rushed over, I guess I will turn around and run away, follow those officials, steal chickens and eat empty salary, how to fight, how can I fight? I finally got to a good foundation, and so many brothers died. To be honest, if we are together, I will beat them wherever General Qin and Mr. Ning point to me, I will take a step back. My ancestors are all 88 generations!"

As the man said, his eyes turned a little red, but no one could say anything about him. This man was a little sentimental, but he had always been the most fiercer to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

Someone said on the side: "I don't know so much, but if I really want to tear it down, what do you think you will do?"

"Yes, no matter what the top people do, we are the ones who are in the army..."

"It's not that I can't speak." The officer named Luo Ye said, "The people above have a way to fight. There are not many people below who can help, but first of all, we still have to join in!"

"We have been fighting until now, when hasn't we been in a group?"

"Hanging group is not just a verbal statement! They literati have ideas, just talk. If we are in the army, we have ideas, and if we want to stand up, we will fight!" Although Luo Ye is a noble family, he dares to fight the most and does not care about the consequences. He glared at this time, "What does it mean to be hanging group? My family knows many people in the capital. Whoever doesn't agree with him will kill him. This is called hanging group! General Qin, Mr. Ning, I am obedient. Now the gang of miscellaneous people are making trouble behind the scenes, they can only deal with it from the upper level. To put it bluntly, it depends on who has more people and has a great influence. We are also considered human beings. Why do these people send lobbyists in private? They think we are easy to start. If we want to stab General Qin and others in the back, then we have to tell them: I'm not easy to start, we are a solid piece of cake! In this way, General Qin and Mr. Ning will do things better."

"Brother Luo, what do you think you should do?"

"Battle! Whoever doesn't accept it will beat him! It's the same as beating the Jurchens! Don't you understand it yet? In a few years, the Jurchens will definitely come again! After being demolished, we will die with those who are fucking people. Since it is a dead end, then fight! Like Xia Village, more than 10,000 people are gathered together, and no one can fight! Those who come to interfere, we will fight, they are heroes, and we will make friends. Now it's not just your and my business, but the country is in danger, and it's about to overturn, and there's no time to play with them..."

Everyone nodded in a vague way. In the wind and snow, there were many similar things fermenting in the camp in front of them. Just like the fire of stars, although they may be extinguished at any time under the pressure of the outside world, at least during this period, people who started to gather together under the pressure of the outside world, determined to do something after all.

Like the undercurrent under the ice, these things appeared among countless complex things and then sank again. In the process of these things, outside the Jurchen military camp, a convoy was escorting some herbs, grains and other items in order to appease the Jurchen people during the negotiations. The person responsible for these things was the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, which was immediately criticized.

Time flowed through the quiet of the wind and snow. In Bianliang City, the propaganda led by Zhuji gradually stirred up people's hearts in sorrow. There was a lot of discussion about those who died in the war and about heroes. Negotiations continued. Amid the noise of this information, Shishi expected Ning Yi and others to use the right strength to the negotiation bureau - Ning Yi and others, and the people of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion were also running around for this matter in the capital. For a few days, she could hear it occasionally - but what she didn't know was that even if she used strength in it, the feedback received by the operation of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion this time was not ideal.

On the evening of the fourth day of December 23, Ning Yi quietly returned to Bianliang. He was discussing things with a think tank around him and got off the Wenhui Tower.

"...The situation in the capital is a bit strange now. Everyone is practicing Tai Chi. There is real feedback. On the contrary, Tang Ke's leader and faction... Tang Qinsou's personal morality is very decent. But he is not important. Regarding the negotiations outside the city, what is important is that the point inside is the destination of Wu Ruiying. These two points have been implemented, and Wu Ruiying can rescue Taiyuan. Only in the north can it be preserved... Now it seems that everyone is a little vague. Now it is delayed one day or less..."

"... Could it be that all the lords in the court have other ways to protect Taiyuan?"

"In this battle, Zong Wang swept across the Central Plains. Even if Zong Han did not make any major moves, he had already cleared the side of Taiyuan. After the two armies merged, who could stop it? Wu Ruiying was the only unit with victory. He went north with more than 100,000 people and cooperated with the Taiyuan defense line to have a little deterrent. Otherwise, he was just watching people cut their flesh with a knife. Qin Xiang lobbled for His Majesty, but the emperor... his attitude was not very clear..."

In the city of Bianliang, what Ning Yi is really responsible for is public opinion propaganda, the connection between the middle and lower classes, and some things related to the military. However, although he was not personally responsible, the current attitude of the upper class of the Wu Dynasty was strange enough.

Qin Siyuan, Jueming, and Yao Zunian are all human beings, and there is no problem with their abilities. However, after operating for so long, Qin Siyuan faced the saint many times and did not receive a clear answer in all aspects, which made people feel a little anxious and angry. What is the emperor's attitude towards the army, what is everyone's attitude towards Taiyuan, and whether there is any possibility of the negotiations ahead to get stuck in key issues, these things are imminent, and they are rolled over like a wheel. Once hesitated, he will watch the opportunity missed.

The negotiations outside the city should have been decided in a few days. Ning Yi was also a little surprised by the silence and hesitation of the upper class. He was coming out of Wenhui Tower and suddenly heard a voice in front of him.

"Fuck - the weather is so cold, there are not many dead people on the street, I'm so bored, when... Me! ~ Fuck! ~ Ning Yi! Hahaha, Ning Yi!"

The voice was extremely arrogant, and he knew who it was when he heard it. Ning Yi looked up and saw that it was indeed wrapped like a panda, describing the despicable flower Tai Sui Gao Muen. When he saw Ning Yi, his expression changed a few times, and then put his hands on his hips.

"You are back! Hahahaha! Ning Yi! You are still daring to come back... Your good days are not a few days away! I fuck you! I will kill you then-"

He pointed at Ning Yi with one hand and said these unclear words. Ning Yi turned his head and frowned slightly. At this moment, a sudden sound of rustling sounded.

"Kill the dog--"

On the street, someone suddenly shouted, "A man lifted up the cover on the nearby car, and the snow was blowing all over the sky, the sword lights up, and the hidden weapons were flying. On the long street, a hawker who was originally setting up a stall overturned the stall. Not far from Ning Yi, a woman wearing a headscarf and holding a basket suddenly raised her hand and slashed over with her two swords. Someone jumped from the top of the building, and two assassins rushed past Gao Muen. At this moment, a killing formation composed of more than ten people suddenly unfolded on the street and rushed towards Ning Yi, who was dressed in a scholarly costume.

At the same time, figures around Ning Yi rushed out, sword lights everywhere, and the guns were like dragon roars, sweeping across the sky. The shouts also burst out at the same time, like the smoke of essence and wolf smoke above the battle formation, shaking the entire street in an instant, and murderous aura soared into the sky.

The snowflakes in the sky, the clash of human figures, the sound of weapons, the sound of fighting, the sound of steel swords slashing into the flesh, and then the outline of blood splashing all over the sky.

This was a sudden assassination. Gao Muen stood there, originally just pointing at Ning Yi, staring at Ning Yi, and in the blink of an eye, dazzled, and the figure rushed out, and a fierce man rushed towards Ning Yi. On the other side of his vision, Ning Yi's gaze suddenly changed color. Gao Muen only saw this moment and was then covered by the shadows. The big man rushed to Ning Yi, and the next moment he curled up and flew to the side of the long street.

The goods on the tow cart were blown away by him, and the boxes flew around. The ditang knife rolled over, and the knife light bloomed like a lotus, and then was pierced by a steel gun, rolling over with a bright red color. In front, the interlaced sword lights and human heads flew up, and the sticky and warm blood spilled on Gao Muen's face. A hunchbacked swordsman waved his long swordsman and slashed all the way like flowing clouds and water, making a heart-pounding scream.

"Wow—"

In a blink of an eye, blood and chaos have filled everything ahead—

Gao Muen couldn't figure out what was happening in front of him at all. After a while, he realized it and suddenly shouted: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Due to the war, the people of Green Forest have been suspended for a while, but even so, after training in the battle formation, Ning Yi's guards were only stronger and they would not be unfamiliar. Although they didn't know how they got the news that Ning Yi returned to the city, the assassins immediately hit hard points as soon as they tried. On the long street, there was a sudden massacre. Several assassins rushed into the restaurant opposite. Then, they didn't know who they met, and someone was killed and pushed out. Several followers around Ning Yi rushed in. After a while, they heard someone shouting. The words came out.

"The Duke of Chu is here, who dares to be shocked-"

Then, guards rushed out of the building. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!