In March, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, the warm atmosphere has arrived as scheduled.

It was an ordinary day.

When the convoy passed by the fields on the roadside, it stopped a little. The person in the cart in the center lifted the curtain and looked out at the green field. On the roadside, there were farmers kneeling down in the world.

So the man in the car lowered the curtain again: "Let's go."

The convoy and the escort army continued to move forward.

The queue spread, the dragon flag was waving, and the carriage was sitting in the carriage. The emperor Wanyan Wu Qimai, who returned to the palace. He is fifty-nine years old this year, wearing mink velvet, and is as big as an old bear. His eyes looked a little drowsy. He was originally good at charging and his arms could save wind and thunder, but now he is old. The pain left on the battlefield in his early years has been entangled in the past two years, which has made the Jurchen emperor, who has been steadily governing internally after ascending the throne, occasionally began to commemorate the past.

"I remember when Fang Zai Tianhui lived there, there were not so many fields here, and the palace was not big. I saw people living behind you in front and raised some pigs, horses, chickens and ducks inside. I often came out to see that there were not so many cars and horses, and I didn't necessarily ask people to kneel down at any time, saying that I killed countless people, and I was afraid of assassins."

As the old man spoke, Wanyan Zongfu in the carriage nodded and said, "However, as the country is big, you will have to be a little majestic and particular, otherwise you will be afraid that it will be difficult to manage."

"Look at the Emperor of the Wu Dynasty, there are some specialties, and they cannot be used as food." Wu Qimai said, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't care, I am too idle, I wish an assassin would come and move."

"I have never let go of my uncle's martial arts. I have seen it at the school yesterday, and my nephew has also seen it." Zong Fu said.

"I will not fight back when the target is opened in the school ground. After all, my skills are abandoned. I have been sick and sick all over my body recently, and I am old."

Among Aguda's sons, the eldest son died first, and the second son Zongwang was originally a stunning figure. During the battles between the south and the north, he also died of old injuries a few years ago. Now the third son Zongfu and the fourth son Zongbi are the leader. Zongfu is kind and kind. Wu Qimai likes him relatively. During the chat, the carriage and horses entered the city. Wu Qimai lifted the curtain and looked out for a while. Outside, the prosperous city, including the entire land, was supported by him for twelve years. If he had not been the emperor, he would have been charging forward in the battle and conquering the city in these twelve years.

"Nianhan is old, too." After watching for a moment, Wu Qimai said this.

Zong Fu lowered his head: "The two uncles are healthy and will have at least twenty years of high spirits. By then, our Jin Kingdom will have unified the world, and the two uncles will be able to calm down and enjoy the happiness."

"This is what you said... you must convince the old." Wu Qimai waved his hand, "The Han people say that if the clay pot is broken by the well, the general will inevitably die in the formation. Even if he is lucky enough to die, half of his life will be spent on the battlefield. I will not regret the military life. However, I am sixty years older than me, and I suddenly went there that day. My nephew, there are only a few hills in the world."

Zong Fu listened respectfully, Wu Qimai leaned his back on the chair and recalled the past: "When he was uprising with his brother, he was just those hills, and he heard about chickens and dogs, chopped trees and dragged water, fishing and hunting, and they were just these people. The world... has been defeated, and there are not many people. I see Bird House slaves (Nianhan's nickname) once a year, and he still has the same bad temper... His temper is smelly, but he will not block the way of you juniors. Don't worry, tell A Si, he will also rest assured."

"Yes." Zongfudao.

"It makes sense to let Nianhan be there at the beginning. We don't have many people... There is also Wushi (Wanyan Xiyin). I know A Si is afraid of him. Oh, after all, he is your uncle, why are you afraid of? Wushi is a person from the sky. His intelligence must be learned. When he beat A Si, it means that A Si is wrong. You think he fights anyone, but you can learn some basics and keep your achievements... You young people have learned a lot of bad things over the years..."

Wu Qimai was chattering, shook her head and sighing, just like every elderly person’s regret for the depravity of young people. Zong Fu listened and nodded from time to time to receive education. On the way back to the palace, Wu Qimai was about to start reviewing memorials and sending Zong Fu out. After Zong Fu returned to the palace, Zong Bi came. That year, Zong Bi was 37 years old, and among the younger generation of Jurchens, he was the most energetic radical. A few years ago, Zong Fu was in charge of the Eastern Army. Zong Bi was the pioneer. He killed and attacked the Jiangnan region and massacred the city. Now the infamous reputation of the "Fourth Prince Jin Wushu" is also somewhat vaguely in the south.

Zong Fu then relayed Wu Qimai's words to him.

Wu Shu was a stubborn person since he was a child. After hearing this, he looked unhappy: "Uncle is old. He has been recuperating for twelve years and has taken the murderous aura on the battle formation. His mind is also confused. Now, this vast country is the same as in the mountain village at the time? Even if he thinks the same, can the people behind him be the same? He thinks too much about the good days of the past, and Nianhan has changed a long time ago!"

"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense."

"I don't have nonsense, third brother, don't think that I want to be the emperor and make trouble. There must be a big battle between the East and West courts!" After saying this, he felt that he was a little too much and bowed, "Of course, with Your Majesty here, it's still early. However, we must prepare for it."

Zong Fu said: "Uncle Fourth can still drive strong bows and dance swords and guns in the hunting ground this time. Although he has some illnesses recently, he should be fine."

The two brothers chatted for a while and then talked about their strategy to conquer the Central Plains. In the afternoon, the palace ban on the other end of the palace suddenly became tighter and an astonishing news came out.

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A few days later, in Datong, Xijing, beside the bustling streets, Tang Minjie was wearing a blue servant costume, wearing a headscarf, and holding a teapot, running in the lively second-floor lobby.

"Little Jiangnan" is a restaurant and a teahouse. It is a famous location in Datong City. The store is gorgeously decorated. It is said that the owner has the Jurchen upper floor. Its first floor is consumed in the people, the second floor is relatively expensive, and it raises many women behind it, which is a place where Jurchen nobles spend a lot of money. At this time, the storytelling and singing on the second floor is constantly coming, and the legendary stories are very popular even in the north. Tang Minjie served the nearby guests, and then saw two noble merchants coming up and hurried over to entertain them.

The two opened a private room facing the street, and Tang Minjie followed in, introduced various dishes to people, and closed the door one by one.

"Why did you come back so quickly..."

Standing by the table, Tang Minjie wiping the table enthusiastically while holding a towel, while whispering. The person next to the table was Lu Mingfang, who is now in charge of northern affairs.

"What happened tomorrow." Lu Mingfang smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Wu Qimai had a stroke."

"Dead?"

"She is paralyzed."

"Okay, please wait..."

Tang Minjie shouted loudly, turned around and went out, and after a while, he brought hot tea and appetizing pastries to wait: "How serious?"

"I can't die for the time being, but it's enough to make the Jurchens mess up." Tang Minjie poured tea, Lu Mingfang picked up the teacup and put it on his lips, "How are you?"

"Some clues, but it's unclear. But if something happens, it seems like you have to bite the bullet."

"Why do you think so?"

"The children of Zonghan and Aguda want to seize power."

“Internal strife sounds good.”

"Internal strife can compare forces or credit."

After speaking in a low voice, the three of them were silent for a moment. Then, Lu Mingfang nodded: "After Tian Hu's affairs, the teacher will no longer live in seclusion. Zong Han is almost ready to take over the Central Plains. Zong Fu and the others are following him. Now it seems..."

"The Mongols mentioned by the teacher would make Zong Han take some pretentious weapons." The man opposite the table said.

"Even if they are concerned about our Chinese army, how much can they care about?"

"I will speed up the matter of the Grand Hospital." Tang Minjie whispered.

"Don't force it."

"Okay!"

As the three of them were talking, a convoy passed by on the street outside, and loud shouts sounded in front of them. Pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides. If they were in the Central Plains, the Jin Dynasty officials would go on patrol, and all pedestrians on the road would have to kneel down. However, there was no such rule in the Jin Dynasty. This was Zong Han's convoy passed by. Seeing the soldiers gathered, the three of them did not speak anymore. Tang Minjie put his towel on his shoulders and turned around and left with a diligent smile. He was only halfway through. In the house diagonally opposite, someone took a few steps and jumped out.

The spring sunshine still looks dazzling under the slanting sunlight. The figure simply flashed across the corners of his eyes, suddenly but firmly, and in the sunshine, he raised a thousand pounds.

Then it fell down

A loud bang followed by screams, horse neighing, chaos, Tang Minjie, Lu Mingfang and other three were stunned for a moment.

The pedestrians on the street reacted, and the sound from their lower heads also boiled...

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In the ninth year of Wu Jianshuo and the twelve years of Tianhui's spring turned thicker, the Central Plains was struggling in an awkward mud.

The Great Qi regime, supported by the Jurchens, is now surrounded by mountains and warlords, and life is difficult and uneasy for all forces.

To be fair, the best life for the Great Qi court, as the nominal ruler of the Central Plains, may have been a few years after the first surrender to the Jurchens. At that time, Liu Yu and others played pure villains, plundering, plundering, conscription, digging people's tombs, and scraping people's wealth and mists. Even if Xiao Canghe defeated three years, at least the top was covered by the Jin people, those in power could still be happy.

If it were in the history of the Song Dynasty, Liu Yu and others lived like this. They depended on the Jin Dynasty, suppressed the rebellion wholeheartedly, hunted down loyal and righteous people, sent troops to attack the south, and then cried to the north for the request to send troops... However, everything became complicated since the war in Xiao Canghe ended.

The spy problem left behind by the fierce protests of the Chinese army caused countless people to be troubled. Although they were searching and cleaning up the remnants of the Chinese army on the surface, in private, everyone was as careful as drinking water, and they knew the coldness and heat. Especially Liu Yu's side, one night after the Black Flag went, they went to the bedroom to beat him, which made him feel nervous since then. They often woke up from their sleep every night, and occasionally went crazy with the court officials during the day.

At first, all parties responded fiercely and cleaned up and down. Later, they all turned into silence and concealment, thinking of closing their eyes and peace in the world. After two years, Tian Hu, the most powerful, started to pull out the evil thorn in his heart. The subsequent counterattack also made everyone feel cold in his heart.

Tian Hu's power changed flags overnight.

The big owl, who had been entrenched north of the Yellow River for more than ten years, was silently executed.

Liu Yu was crazy at that time. It is said that he was shouting and running in the bedroom with his sword at night. Of course, not many people could confirm that this kind of rumor was true.

During the more than ten years of war, even if the world is overturned, life will still be passed. People in ragged clothes will gradually adapt to the miserable years. Without the ox, people will carry the plow and continue to plow the fields. But this year, many forces in the Central Plains found themselves in a crack of anxiety.

In this world, if we are jurchens in terms of strength, the ruler of the world is naturally the Jurchens today. The emerging Jin Kingdom is victorious in every battle and looking down on everything. On the other side of the Jurchens, it seems that the Wu Dynasty was lingering and shining back. However, since the overthrow of Tian Hu's court last year, more and more information has come from the rugged mountains to the southwest. The most terrifying thing is that Mr. Ning is still alive.

No one confirmed all this directly, but the news in secret has become increasingly obvious. The Chinese army pretended to be dead for two years, and when it was the spring of Jianshuo, it seemed to be infected with heavy, dark malice. In February, at the Qi Dynasty meeting in Bianliang, a minister said, "I knew this person was pretending to be dead." He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he got an embarrassing silence, which seemed to show the weight of the news and the feelings of everyone.

Ten years ago, this man killed the monarch in anger. Everyone could think that he was reckless and unscrupulous. When he arrived in the mountains of Xiaocang River, he could think that he was a loser. To defeat Xixia, he could think that he had a temporary courage. After three years in Xiaocang River, the wailing of millions of troops, coupled with the death of two Jurchen generals, people could think that they were at least disabled...at least Ning Yi was dead.

Since then, it has been surviving in the southwest mountains. It has to rely on selling core products such as iron cannons to survive, which makes people feel moved that after all, the hero will end up being born at the wrong time.

Until now, Ning Yi is not dead. In the ignorant mountains in the southwest, every message passing by now seems to be like a conspiracy tentacle of a terrifying evil beast. It passes through muddy places. Every time it shakes, it will fall into black mud full of malicious intentions.

At least in the Central Plains, no one can underestimate this power anymore. Even though it is only a few hundred thousand people, the long-term swords, fierce, violent, and violent, all prove that this is a force that can resist the Jurchens head-on.

Everyone still can't know the bigger moves, but now Ning Yi sat out quietly, facing the general trend of Jin Dynasty ruled the world. Once Jin Dynasty goes south, the crazy army will inevitably go south, and most of them will face the other side. At that time, what will the Central Plains forces in the cracks be beaten to...

No one can say it...

(To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 17-01-11 06:38:54
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