Chapter 970 Jin Yan Nuan, Yi Shui Han (Three updates in one, please vote for me)
Xia Xun returned to the library and went into the study. After about half an hour, he called Xin Lei and Fei Hewei to go in.&*.
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com fastest update** The two of them entered the study room and saw Xia Xun sealing a letter with wax, and there was a pile of letters on the table.
Xia Xun called the two of them to come closer, picked up a letter he had written a long time ago, handed it to Fei Hewei and said: "Go to Liaodong quickly, give this letter to Kaiyuan Hou Dingyu, and ask Liaodong Chief Envoy Wan Shiyu to command the envoys.
Zhang Jun and him, the three of them started the journey together, obey the instructions, do not delay, and get on the road immediately!"
"Yes! I obey my orders!" Fei Hewei didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly put away the letter, gave Xia Xun a heavy fist, turned and walked out of the study.
Xia Xun handed the letter he had just written to Xin Lei along with the other two letters and said, "You must return to Jinling quickly and hand this letter directly to the director of Dongchang Factory, Mu'en.
The stakes are too high to be careless!”
Xin Lei agreed, and just after receiving the letter, Xia Xun said again: "After completing this matter, you will transfer to Suzhou and his party to see Song Hu, the Marquis of Xining, and then transfer to Shuangyu in eastern Zhejiang to hand the letter to Xu
Hu."
Xin Lei was stunned and said: "In that case, wouldn't it be good for me to go to Suzhou first and then turn back to the southeast, and go to Jinling and Shuangyu? Now, we have to take a lot of wrongful roads?"
Xia Xun said: "Things have their own priorities. The message to Mu En is the most important and cannot be delayed, so we have to go to Jinling first. As for Suzhou and Shuangyu, one to the east and one to the west, it doesn't matter which way you want to go first."
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Xia Xun smiled and said: "Looking for a long time hurts the blood, lying down for a long time hurts the qi, sitting for a long time hurts the flesh, and standing for a long time hurts the bones. You should walk more. Move around, and your kidneys will have enough water!"
After hearing this, Xin Lei immediately bowed his hand to Xia Xun and ran away without even letting go.
Xia Xun walked out of the study room with a smile. The little girl Xian Ya hurriedly turned around from the corner of the study room. When she saw Xia Xun standing there, she couldn't stop herself in a hurry and almost plunged into his arms. Xia Xun reached out and reached for
Xian Ya pressed her shoulder, and a strong force came down, locking her there, and said funnyly: "You girl, what have you done in such a hurry?"
Xian Ya knew that her master had a gentle temperament, so she was not afraid of him. She stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "Master, there are two adults who are anxious to see you. The maid just invited them into the living room. They both said it was important.
Report all official matters to the master!"
"Oh?" Xia Xun said doubtfully, "I'll go take a look!"
In the living room, two officials were sitting there drinking tea and chatting with each other. Xia Xun stepped in and Xian Ya said: "Two adults, our master is here!"
The two officials quickly put down their teacups and came forward to pay their respects. Once their names were exchanged, it turned out that one of them was Ye Jinting, a doctor of the Five Classics of Hanlin Academy, and the other was Chen Wentao, the deputy supervisor of Qintian Supervisor. Although they came to the hotel together, they were not for the same purpose.
Something happened.
Dr. Hanlin Ye Jinting came from Jinling. Since the "Yongle Dadian" had been compiled, Emperor Yongle ordered him to escort the Dadian to Beijing and store it in Beijing.
This treasure collection has gathered thousands of celebrities from all over the country, exhausting all the classics and articles from the Three Emperors and Five Dynasties to the Yongle year of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said to be a peerless and priceless treasure. Yongle wanted to create this cultural and educational event, of course, for the sake of the world's scholars, but
Now that such an academic general outline has been compiled, of course I don't want to leave it in a treasure trove and let it decay.
Just compiling this collection cost a lot of money. Even if the imperial court printed and distributed such a huge series of books, it would still be an unbearable expense. Moreover, this collection was all-inclusive, and it was impossible for the common people to have enough financial resources to purchase the entire collection.
There is no need to keep the entire collection.
Zhu Di still remembered the method Xia Xun said at the beginning, so he could copy it in various bookstores, print a part of it each, and publish and sell it exclusively. In this way, this academic treasure can be truly used and benefited the people, and it can also make it
It spreads its branches and leaves and spreads all over the world. Therefore, after the treasure book is transported to Beijing, it must be handled accordingly.
Xia Xun is now on a secret mission, and Zhu Di doesn't want him to be distracted from handling this matter. This matter was originally led by King Zhao and handled by the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. However, the whole plan originally came from Xia Xun, so Zhu Di ordered Ye Jinting to
I went to see Xia Xun when I brought the treasure to Beijing.
Xia Xun was not asked to take care of this matter, but he supervised and advised the entire arrangement and cooperated with King Zhao and the Ministry of Transport. After Dr. Ye arrived in Beijing, he immediately went to see King Zhao. As a result, King Zhao was not in Beijing, and now the treasure book is transported
The large cars were still parked in the city and had not been settled, so they hurriedly came to see Xia Xun.
Xia Xun listened to his explanation and asked the imperial eunuch Chen Wentao about his purpose. However, what Chen Wentao said was about the construction of the observatory.
Beijing originally had an observatory, which was built during the Jin Dynasty. After the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, astronomical instruments were transported from Bianjing to Beijing and an observatory was built. After the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, it was expanded into the largest in the world at that time.
The Observatory, where Guo Shoujing observed the sky at night, calculated that a year is 365.2425 days, which is only 26 seconds different from the current world-recognized value. The accuracy is frighteningly high.
The Ming Dynasty established its capital in Jinling, and the observatory was located in Jinling. However, when Zhu Di came to the throne, he reopened the Beijing Observatory, so that there were two observatories in the Ming Dynasty. Over the years, the Beijing Observatory has recorded no less than 1,400 observatories orbiting the sky over China.
According to the conditions of the stars, solar and lunar eclipses can be accurately predicted, and the positions of the Southern Cross and Canopus in the southern hemisphere can be determined.
With accurate astrological research, we can accurately locate locations around the world, and we can also use the method of "crossing the ocean to guide the stars" to determine ocean routes, which is of great significance.
The Qintian Supervisor studied astronomical phenomena and felt that only astronomical data from Beijing and Nanjing were not enough for reference. After comparison and discussion, he felt that several astronomical observatories could be built in foreign countries and regularly report data to the Qintian Supervisor.
It is beneficial to the study of celestial phenomena, but for such a big matter, Qin Tian Jianzheng is only a seventh-rank official, how can he have the courage to advise the emperor?
It was rare for an official as big as Xia Xun to be responsible for inspecting and supervising the construction of Beijing. If he were to advise the emperor, the weight of his words would be different. Therefore, Chen Wentao mustered up the courage to come and advise Xia Xun. In front of Xia Xun,
Chen Wentao was a little timid and hesitant, and it took him a long time to explain his purpose.
Xia Xun pondered for a while and then laughed loudly and said: "This is a good thing, but most of the surrounding countries are not very stable. If we want to build an observatory, it seems that only North Korea and Japan are possible at the moment. Look at these two
How is the land?"
Chen Wentao was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "It's enough to build star observatories in these two places!"
Xia Xun smiled and said: "In that case, you will write down the detailed situation and I will report it to you before the emperor! The emperor issued an order to order Korea and Japan to establish observatories respectively to cooperate with our Ming Dynasty Heavenly Prison's astrological research.
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Chen Wentao burst into tears of gratitude, and left with a lot of thanks. Xia Xun thought about the fact that he had just returned from Ji Gang, and there would be no news today, so it would be okay to leave for a while, so he said to Ye Jinting: "Dr. Ye, King Zhao wants to
I will be back in two days. I will go with you to store the "Yongle Dadian" in the palace. When the King of Han comes back, we will discuss with His Highness the matter of printing and issuance."
Ye Jinting nodded in agreement. Xia Xun had not changed his clothes since he returned home, so he and Ye Jinting left the hotel again.
"Yongle Dadian" has 60 volumes of catalog alone, 22,877 volumes of text, bound into 11,095 volumes, about 370 million words, and brings together seven or eight thousand kinds of ancient and modern books. Seeing the volumes of books being moved into the warehouse, Xia Xun couldn't help but feel excited
A sense of pride arises.
At this time, in Europe, there were only six handwritten books in Henry V's library, three of which were borrowed from convents! At the same time, the richest businessman in Europe, the Florentine Francesco Datini, also
It has only twelve books, eight of which are religious books.
And what about the Ming Dynasty? At this time, the Ming Dynasty was the well-deserved cultural center of the world.
Beijing has gradually shown its royal demeanor, and Ming Dynasty has gradually shown its royal capital demeanor.
As long as the matter over there is solved...
Xia Xun quietly turned his gaze to the north.
Different from other countries in Europe and Africa, the geopolitical structure and ethnic distribution made the powerful nomadic people around the Han people in the Central Plains a lingering nightmare. Like maggots attached to bones, they always posed a powerful threat to the Central Plains. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties,
, when it was no longer possible for the Western Region to form an existence powerful enough to threaten the Central Plains regime, the north became the only enemy.
"As long as we solve it again..."
Xia Xun secretly thought: "Yongle was a hero of the generation. He made great contributions to the Han Dynasty, Wu Dynasty and Tang Dynasty. However, he only failed to achieve success. Although the northern wolf was beaten to death in his hands, he fled with his tail between his legs. After all,
He was injured but did not die, leaving behind troubles. (See the latest update of this book) Since God sent me to help him fill in the gaps, as long as I solve the problem, my merits will be complete. By then..."
Xia Xun slowly raised his gaze, looking at the large black lacquered gold plaque on the top of the palace, "Wenyuan Pavilion", then slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on a streak of white clouds under the blue sky.
The white clouds are leisurely, east and west...
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"Summoned by the Great Khan!"
The nine contestants in three rows who finished third in the competition walked onto the high platform with their chests held out and their bellies high.
Jinchuan was still wearing "Zhao Dege" wrestling uniforms, and Tang Wei and Zhao Feng were also wearing bright costumes. When they stepped onto the highest floor of the three-story platform, they stood still and stared at Yang Gen, who was standing behind Wansongling.
Looking sideways, his hand gently moved to the handle of the knife.
Jinchuan, Tang Wei and Zhao Feng stood in the middle row. The three people in front stepped forward, stroking their chests and bowing their waists. Wan Songling stood up together with Hashiha and Mahamu on the left and right, and held up the ribbon representing the winner with a smile.
Putting it around their necks, he asked someone to hold the tray and pick up the big wooden bowl filled with spirits. The three contestants took the wooden bowl, drank the wine in the bowl, shined the bowl, put it back on the plate, and then stepped back.
Stand aside.
Jinchuan took a step forward expressionlessly. Zhao Feng took a step forward almost at the same time as him. However, Tang Wei seemed a little nervous and was delayed for a moment, one step slower than them. Mahamu, Hashiha and others
Seeing his embarrassed look, he couldn't help laughing. Wan Songling's eyes jumped sharply twice and he laughed a few times.
The three of them caressed their chests and bowed their heads. The cheers from the audience, the horses neighing in the distance, the singing and dancing in front of the stage, and the chatter and laughter of the leaders before the banquet suddenly seemed to be shielded by an invisible membrane, and the ear drums swelled.
, they can only hear their own heartbeat.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
The sound is so clear.
The winning ribbons were placed around their necks, and then the three leaders each raised a bowl of wine and handed it to them with a smile. Jinchuan reached out to take the bowl, and stretched out a big hand. Just as it touched the edge of the bowl, it suddenly slid across the bowl like lightning.
Along the edge, Mahamu's wrist was clasped like iron clamps!
"Bah!"
Jinchuan roared loudly, Xiong's waist twisted, his body spun, and Tiger's back was filed open. Mahamu's huge body was lifted up by him like a windmill, and hit the ground with a "boom"!
With the sound of "唔", Tang Wei and Zhao Feng took action at the same time!
Tang Wei clasped Wansongling with his fingers like claws. This action was necessary because they must strive to implement the assassination plan perfectly. This grab to Wansongling was to clear Wansongling's suspicion.
Wan Songling was "surprised". Fortunately, Mahamu had learned from the past and caught his attention in advance. Wan Songling took a step back in time to avoid Tang Wei's grasp. The guard Yang Gen standing behind him reacted quickly and promptly
When the sword was drawn out, the scimitar flew across the air, like a trace of light flashing across the water.
A flash of pain flashed in Yang Gen's eyes, but the pain was hidden so deeply that it just flashed away in his eyes. He pursed his lips tightly, forming a line and slightly raised, like a Wu hook.
The knife in his hand flashed away, and the light of the sword was still shining across the sky, and a burst of blood appeared. Tang Wei deliberately stopped for a moment, and all ten fingers of his hands were severed!
Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and if one finger is broken off, it will hurt the whole heart, let alone if all ten fingers are broken, Tang Wei roared in pain and staggered back a step.
At the same time, on his left, Jinchuan threw Mahamu up with all his strength, swung it like a windmill, and hit it heavily on the stand made of wooden boards. He immediately bent down and grabbed the knife that Mahamu used to cut meat. The knife was not long.
, but it was very sharp and pierced a fat and big piece of lamb.
Jinchuan grabbed the knife in his hand and immediately swung it with all his strength. Tuohuan, who was sitting next to Mahamu, saw his father being dragged outside the court and violently raped to the ground. He was shocked and was about to pounce on him, but he never expected it.
Jinchuan slapped Mahamu hard, then turned around and rushed towards him. The target turned out to be him!
Tuohuan was so horrified that he wanted to retreat. He felt a coldness in his throat. When he fell out and fell into the arms of several guards who rushed towards him, blood spurted out from his throat. Jinchuan's knife had already opened his throat. Tuohuan had both hands.
He covered his throat tightly, blood gushed out from between his fingers, and his eyes flashed with horror.
As soon as Jinchuan succeeded, a guard next to him had already drawn his sword and struck him. Jinchuan was about to turn around to kill Mahamu, but with this blow, the entire right arm holding the knife separated from his body. Jinchuan was in great pain, and he roared and hit him.
He turned around, flexed and bounced his legs, and then pressed against Mahamu.
He threw Mahamu away and assassinated Tuo Huan, only in the flash of lightning. Mahamu was physically strong and had been wrestling since he was a child. After being thrown by him, although his bones were in pain, his mind was still clear. At this time, he endured
He was about to get up due to pain, but suddenly Jinchuan, covered in blood, rushed towards him again. A body weighing nearly two hundred kilograms hit him hard again, forcing him to the ground again.
On the other side, Zhao Feng also grabbed Hashiha, using wrestling techniques. Hashiha stepped back in time to avoid his grasp, but the reaction of Hashiha's guards was not as good as that of Yang, who knew what was going to happen.
Just as his sword was halfway out, Zhao Feng jumped forward, made a fist like a beak, and hit Ha Shiha on the throat with a "pop" sound.
No matter how strong a person is, their throat is fragile. Zhao Feng has practiced martial arts since he was a child. Even if he is an ordinary person who has practiced Qigong or has strong neck muscles, he is prepared in advance and tenses his neck muscles to resist the blow.
Even though he could withstand a heavy punch, he couldn't withstand his needle-piercing technique of holding his fist like a beak.
Zhao Feng struck with all his strength, and there was a crisp "click" sound in Ha Shiha's throat, and his throat bones had been broken.
At this time, Zhao Feng has already stepped onto the low table. Zhao Feng's lowering skills are extremely stable. This step is extremely powerful. There is only a "bang" sound, and the cups and plates under his feet are stepped on together with the low table.
Break into pieces and turn into powder under your feet!
Zhao Feng's body was raised and lowered, and his right hands were like knives. He struck down with his palm and struck the guard's neck with one palm, immediately cutting off his neck.
The guard's head limply tilted to one side, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, splashing Zhao Feng's face. Zhao Feng wiped the blood on his face with his left hand, pulled out the guard's steel knife with his right hand, and stepped down with his right foot.
There was another muffled "bang" sound, and Hashiha fell to the ground, covering his throat and taking in a breath, when Zhao Feng stepped on his throat and cut it off.
The force of this kick almost flattened Harshiha's entire neck. How could he still survive?
At this time, the guards behind Ha Shiha all reacted, and all drew their swords and pounced on him. Based on Zhao Feng's position at this time, he should have taken advantage of the opportunity to kill Wan Songling. However, they risked their lives in order for Wan Songling to take over.
How could he be harmed?
All the guards rushed forward, which was exactly what Zhao Feng wanted. Such a reaction was planned by them. Zhao Feng swung the knife in his palm, deflected several sharp stabs from the steel knife, and threw it away.
This kind of situation, although complicated, only happened in an instant. The warriors with spears all around the third floor of the stands were stabbing with their spears, like wolves and tigers. Tang Wei shouted, opened his arms and rushed forward, "Pfft
Puff!" Several spears penetrated his body.
The tip of the spear protruded from the back of the chest. Tang Wei's eyes were as red as blood. He roared, opened his arms, grabbed two more spears, and rushed forward, forcing the spear-wielding warrior to step back. Tang Wei grabbed the tip of the spear and exerted force.
He shook the two guards off the high platform.
Death warrior!
Tang Wei's role was just to pretend to stab Wansongling, and then use his flesh and blood to fight for a moment of opportunity for the two partners! The two guards were shaken off the high platform, and Tang Wei finally died. He held two spears upside down in both hands.
The beard is splayed, the leopard eyes are bulging with anger, and he is still standing there, unable to fall down!
Even those guards who were tigers and wolves and killed ordinary people were shocked by his divine power. Several spears pierced his body. Because he rushed forward, the spears pierced his body, and Hongying was
The blood was sticky and fell into a puddle on the ground along with the red tassel like the tip of a pen.
At the moment when Tang Wei blocked the gun with his body and stopped many guards, Zhao Feng, who fell to the ground, danced his knife on the ground and rolled towards Jinchuan and Ma in a whirlwind from the space that Tang Wei had given him by blocking the gun with his body.
Beside Hamu.
There were stabbings with spears and knives all around, but no one expected that this man did not stand up and run over, but writhed on the spot, and his posture was extremely strong and agile. From a distance of two feet, he reached Mahamu's side with just one leap.
, all of a sudden stabbed into the air.
Mahamu was knocked down by Jinchuan, and his elbow hit him hard in the chest, making him a little stunned. But this was a life-or-death situation, how could Mahamu dare to neglect, and stretched out his hand to buckle Jinchuan's shoulder. Jinchuan was broken
With one arm, I could only use my legs to tighten him, and with the other hand, I fought with him.
Mahamu grabbed it right where Jinchuan's arm was broken, and dug his fingers into the flesh. Jinchuan screamed in pain again, lowered his head, opened his mouth, and bit Mahamu's nose fiercely.
He roared in great pain, and Jinchuan tightened his grip on his neck, biting off his nose.
At this time, the warriors rushed in one after another to rescue Mahamu, but Zhao Feng was already lying on the ground with his sword rolling on the ground. The warriors approaching from all directions were stabbed in the knees and ankles, and they fell out screaming. Jinchuan saw
, shouted: "Come!" He picked up Mahamu with one arm and rolled on the spot, then turned Mahamu's back towards Zhao Feng!
Mahamu was horrified and struggled hard, but Jinchuan held him firmly with both feet, tightened his neck with one arm, and shouted angrily at Zhao Feng: "Kill! Kill!"
Zhao Feng gritted his teeth, raised his arm and stabbed out a knife. With a "pop" sound, it pierced straight through Mahamu's back and heart. Jinchuan held Mahamu tightly, entangled with each other without any gaps. The knife pierced through Mahamu.
His heart stabbed into Jinchuan's body.
Jinchuan's body trembled in pain, fearing that Mahamu would not die, he grabbed Mahamu's neck violently, twisted his body left and right, and heard a "click", and a hundred steel-making knife in Zhao Feng's hand was broken by the handle, and he was stuck in the
A long knife in Mahamu's body crushed his intestines, and the knife connecting Mahamu and Jinchuan's body was also broken, and a big hole was made in Jinchuan's chest, and blood spurted out.
out.
Mahamu and Jinchuan's eyes widened, and they died at the same time.
The guards who were forced back by Zhao Feng's lying knife rushed back like a tide, and Yang Gen was among them. He tensed his face and got in front of everyone, raised his knife high and slashed hard.
Zhao Feng was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. When he saw Yang Gen's eyes filled with tears, he raised his sword and struck at him. He looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh: "Ha..."
With just a laugh, the steel knife fell, and a big head rolled out far away. A stream of blood spurted out, spraying Yang Gen's head and face. Yang Gen could no longer hold the knife, and his legs were as weak as
Noodles, he collapsed and knelt on the ground with a pop, and he just screamed in his heart: "Brothers, have a good trip!"
The tears flowed down together with the blood, and I couldn't tell where the tears were and where the blood was!
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Two days later, King Zhao returned to Beijing, and Xia Xun made an appointment with Ji Gang to visit him at the same time. When King Zhao saw Xia Xun coming with Ji Gang, he understood what he was thinking. He was very unhappy, but he couldn't show it.
Xia Xun told King Zhao that the "Yongle Dadian" had arrived in the capital and had been installed in the Wenyuan Pavilion. He also mentioned that the emperor compiled the Dadian in order to distribute it throughout the world and benefit thousands of people.
This was a major cultural and educational event, and it was arranged by Zhu Di himself. King Zhao was very interested. Since he had conquered Beiping, there had been nothing in Northern Xinjiang and no way to show off his martial arts. It was a rare opportunity to make some achievements in cultural and educational fields, so he immediately made a big deal.
The land was taken and accepted.
If this matter comes true, it will be a blessing for the country and the people. Xia Xun saw that King Zhao did not deal with it because of his dissatisfaction with him, but was very enthusiastic about the matter. It was exactly what he wanted, so he left immediately. When Xia Xun came to visit, King Zhao
Humbly, she welcomed him outside the mansion door. Seeing that he had no intention of surrendering to her, she lost interest and coldly sent Xia Xun to the door of the living room. He rolled up his sleeves and went back.
Xia Xun and Ji Gang were both waiting for news from Wala at this time. Before the news came, they could not take any action, so they could only go back to their respective houses and wait for the results.
Seven days passed. There was nothing to do in the afternoon. Xia Xun called Qiaoyun, Xiaoying and Xianya to play leaf cards with them.
Concentrate, call Xiaoying, Qiaoyun and Xianyako win several times, the three women are all happy.
While they were playing cards, someone suddenly came to report that the madam had sent someone. Xia Xun quickly broke up the card game and rushed out. Xiaoying, Qiaoyun, and Xian Ya also chased out. As soon as they arrived in the hall, they saw the two fools, all dressed in dirty clothes.
Standing in the hall.
As soon as Xia Xun turned over, he bowed and said happily: "Congratulations, sir. Congratulations, sir. Madam asked the younger one to come and tell him the good news. Mrs. Qi and Mrs. Jeanne have given birth. They are both boys. Mother and son are safe."
Xia Xun heard the news and laughed happily. Xiao Ying and Xian Ya hurriedly came forward to express their congratulations. Qiao Yun has been doting on the master these days, and she serves the pillow every day, but there is still no movement in her stomach. Then she heard that Mrs. Qi
He Na had a son, and she felt very unhappy, but she had to force herself to look happy and go forward to express her congratulations.
Xia Xun was very happy. Hearing Er Lengzi say that his wife asked him to name his two sons, he said: "The third son should be called Huai'er, and the fourth son should be called Huai'an. Haha, I already picked the names, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.
I’ve already used them all. Look at it like this, I still have to think of a few words to prepare for use.”
In a blink of an eye, Xian Ya saw that Qiao Yun seemed to have something on his mind, so she whispered, "Madam, what are you in a hurry for? It's only been a month since I came out with the master, how can it be so fast?"
When Qiao Yun thought about it, he was indeed a little impatient, and he laughed out loud without realizing it.
At this moment, the servant came to report again, saying that Ji Gang came to visit.
Xia Xun was shocked, because the joy brought about by giving birth was immediately replaced by nervousness. He quickly asked the female family members to stay away, and the second fool also went down to rest, and then went to meet Ji Gang.
Xia Xun immediately felt relieved when he saw Ji Gang's expression. Ji Gang's eyebrows were beaming with joy. Just by looking at him, he knew that the assassination was successful.
Sure enough, when Ji Gang saw Xia Xun, he burst into laughter and said triumphantly: "My lord, you are lucky to have lived up to your destiny! 'Jing Ke'... succeeded!"
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The Khan's big tent is warm at the beginning of the Jin Dynasty.
There was a strange sound, vague and absent, but extremely enchanting and soft. When people heard it, their hearts shook and they couldn't control themselves. Mrs. Huo'a bent over and knelt on the couch, like a little bitch.
Er, raised her buttocks high, her face full of confused and tired emotions.
There were already shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but this did not detract from her beauty at all. On the contrary, it gave people a more mature charm. Her face was full of reluctance, but she could not get rid of the man behind her.
Neng held Jinma tightly, biting the corner of the quilt tightly with his teeth, letting out a long and thin moan, letting him penetrate her body again and again.
Her upper body was still neatly dressed, but her lower body was smooth and smooth. It looked like she was forced to push her down there. Her robes were piled around her waist, still not covering up her slender waist. Amidst the waves of impact, she
Unable to bear it any longer, she opened her mouth and let out a cry, then fell down softly. The man behind her lost his confidence and fell on top of her.
Panting for a long time, Huo'a said coldly: "Let me go!"
Wan Songling's voice came from behind, domineering and unquestionable: "Now you are my woman, a woman who belongs to me alone, why should I let you go?"
Huo'a gritted his teeth and said: "You lied to me! You said you wanted me to help you create opportunities. You said you wanted to kill Mahamu, so Taiping and Batu Polo had to rely on you, and gradually regained the possessions that belonged to the Khan.
Daquan, but...you didn't say that Ha Shiha was also your target!"
Wan Songling was silent for a while and said: "Yes, I lied to you about this!"
Huo'a stood up and was about to roll over, but Wan Songling restrained her with force and said in her ear: "Huo'a, you should know that only the three kings of Wala who were granted the title of the Ming Dynasty joined forces can compete with Hashiha, Mahamu
After the death of Tuohuan and his son, I can certainly establish a new leader, but will Mahamu's other sons obey?
Would Taiping and Ba Tupolo not want to replace Mahamu? With Hashiha’s strength, he would then become the real Lord of Wala! Huo, I didn’t tell you in advance because I didn’t want to embarrass you.
After all...he is your husband in name! But..."
Wan Songling said bewitchingly: "You were snatched away by him. Your original husband was killed by Elbek Khan. Hashiha killed Elbek Khan before he snatched you. You really love him."
Over him? Hey, I'm very happy to have your love, but if it continues like this, not to mention that my great cause is impossible, once he discovers our affair, it will be difficult to save our lives.
Already."
Huo'a was still angry: "You shouldn't have lied to me!"
Wan Songling rolled his eyes and said in a soft voice: "I'm just... worried that things will fail. If so, I will bear the full responsibility and don't want you to be implicated by me! And, frankly speaking, for the sake of the great cause,
Although it is a reason for me to take action, there is another more important reason why I want to kill Ha Shiha... I do it for you!"
Huo Giao's body trembled and she said: "For me?"
Wan Songling said: "Yes! For you! I can't let you go, I want you..."
Huo'a's tone became more relaxed: "I... am already yours..."
Wan Songling said excitedly: "That's right! But you are still Hashiha's wife. When I think that we can only be secretive, but he can have you openly, I get jealous!"
These words hit the weakest part of Huo'a's heart. His propped up body softened slightly, and he weakly murmured: "You...why are you doing this?"
Wan Songling felt secretly happy when he heard her relaxed tone, and quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Huo, help me consolidate the power of the Great Khan. I will make your son the leader of the tribe, so that we can stay together forever. When the storm subsides, I will
I will officially marry you!"
Huo'a was moved by this, and felt even weaker, but said: "Don't say stupid things, my son is still young, and his brothers are already adults, how can they be willing to obey him? Besides, the Mahamu tribe's brothers are competing for the throne.
, the same is true. In the past, Taiping and Ba Tupolo only followed Mahamu's lead. Now that Mahamu is dead, they may not have the ambition to steal Mahamu's position! Alas! Do you know that you put Harshiha and Ma
If Hamu is killed, it will only lead to chaos in Wala..."
Wan Songling said calmly: "Not necessarily! I have already thought of what you said. If you can help me grasp the power to control the Oara tribes, even if it is only a part of the power, I will have the ability to decree that your biological son will be the leader of the tribe.
Leader. You have the largest territory and the largest number of herdsmen in the tribe, and with my full support, how dare those inexperienced sons of Hashiha dare to resist even if they refuse to accept it?
Internal discord can bring in an external enemy to promote its integration. I have made a plan to blame the Tatar Grand Master Arutai for this matter. Princess Samur has always supported me in regaining power, but she does not
Knowing the true cause of her husband Mahamu's death, if you propose that I take charge of the ministries, she will definitely agree. If I propose revenge against the Tatars, she will definitely agree with it.
Once Mahamu and Tuohuan died, she became the most powerful force in Mahamu's tribe. Her son had grown up. If she made her son the leader, the rest of Mahamu's tribe would not be able to compete with her.
Struggle. When the war against the Tatars begins, they will be both prosperous and devastated. Even if they are dissatisfied, they will not dare to create branches at this time and be conquered by foreign enemies.
In this case, when this war is over, your son and Princess Samur's son can, with your help, use this war to eliminate dissidents and integrate the forces in the tribe. When the war is over, their status will be
It is now unshakable, and I will truly be able to control the tribes of Wala. At that time, this will be our world!"
Huo'a was a little startled and hesitantly said: "Start...a war?"
Wan Songling said: "Yes! War! You and I both need this battle! Huo, after this battle, I will be in control, and you and I will be able to stay together forever!"
Huo'a listened and remained silent.
At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the tent: "Brother, the ceremony is about to begin!"
Wan Songling smiled slightly, stood up and tied up her robe, then helped Huo'a, who was a little at a loss, to pull down her robe to cover her plump and charming legs, straighten her messy hair at the temples, and gently
He said: "Let's go! My people will present evidence in the mourning hall to prove that the assassin was sent by the Tatar Grand Master Arutai. When the time comes, you and I will fully advocate revenge on the Tatars!"
Wan Songling leaned against Huo'a's cute ear like a Yuanbao, kissed her gently, and said softly: "At the funeral of a loved one, it will be easier to arouse the flames of revenge!"
A letter to readers of Jinyi
The statement is as follows: When you read this letter, I have just made a very difficult decision. Before getting the consent of the Little White Wolf, the Big Grizzly Bear, the Ghost Princess, Princess Ming, the majority of book friends, and the editor,
I have made a resolute decision to end "Night Walk in Jinyi" before the end of this year. I know that this will cause you some inconvenience, but I have made up my mind - and I will also write down the reasons for this decision below. I hope you can
Your understanding and support:
Haha, the above is just a joke, (this chapter should be more than 9,000 words, because I have to get up early tomorrow morning, so I can’t wait until the evening to upload the text, and then use the modified method to post PS, so I have to post it in one go. I will leave more words in the following chapters to fill in the text.
(who wrote these thousand words)
This is it:
At this point in the book, the story I want to tell is almost complete. Next, apart from the outline, the voyage to the West, the story of meeting Jianwen and the final destination of the protagonist, unless it is mixed with sand and water, it will be difficult to write August! September! October.
Month! November! December! Two months should be almost the same, maybe a little more, or a little less.
If I write until the end of the year, I am expected to compete for the annual monthly vote list. Currently, in the latest works, I have about 15,000 to 6,000 monthly votes more than the second place. If I continue to write, with this leading advantage, I will be very good.
Maybe after 2007, he won the monthly monthly ticket annual ranking again. It would be a pity to give up this honor.
However, the following story is limited, especially when it comes to foreign situations. Many readers cannot remember the foreign situations and the names of the many participants, and cannot sort out the intricate relationships, so I plan to write these parts.
Try to write it as briefly as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to guarantee that the story will continue until the end of the year.
The current results are very good. You all book friends love and support me. Subscriptions are rising steadily and have been increasing unabated. However, I feel that you don’t have to wait until you see a significant decline in subscriptions before you finish a book.
But ask yourself: Is there anything else you want to write? Are there any interesting stories to tell everyone? If there are none, then it’s time to end!
This is what I thought and did. My Hui Ming Dynasty ended when I could continue to rank first every month as long as I continued to write. Now, the number of tomes of five to six million words is increasing.
The more, the more, but I feel that if I write this book to about four million words, it will be enough. If I write any more, it will be difficult to write something exciting, so I have to end it.
If words don't come true, the game will end sooner or later. If you treat me with sincerity, how dare I deceive you?
This book has a lot of tricks requested by readers that have not yet been used. The next book will give priority to the tricks that have not been used in this book.
Finally, let me talk about the shortcomings of this book so far. I will change the shortcomings of this book in the next book:
First, there are not many female scenes, or to be precise, there are not many female scenes that are analyzed in depth. This has been my intention since I opened the first chapter. I deliberately reduced the role of women and the description of women.
When writing dramas about women, there are always people who say with distaste that we should write less about women. The storyline can be promoted by either male or female characters. It seems that if you write it as a man, your taste will suddenly be higher. Just like some people who read books, as long as you are
If you write about reality, he thinks the level of the book is superior to others; if you write tragedy, he thinks it must be more profound. If you only have one heroine, the level of the book will be superior to others.
As a result, after reading what these people said, I became obsessed and deliberately weakened the description of female characters. Then some book friends kept complaining that there were no distinctive female characters, not as good as the female characters in Hui Ming and Bu Bu.
Reminiscent romantic plot.
From this, I remembered that I used to write history and cities, cities and fantasy, and so on, over and over again, and finally I was awakened by a reader's words and enlightened!
The general idea of what he said was: Jin Yong wrote martial arts, Qiong Yao wrote romance. If you are good at this, you will write this. How great is your achievement? Even those who sneer at the mention of romance and are extremely disdainful, can he deny that Qiong Yao's romance novels are forty years old?
How much benefit has been created over the years? How many stars have been created? How many people can have such achievements in writing? Why don't you farm when you listen to the cries of crickets? If you suppress your own strengths, you will be short-changed by others, and the wise will not take advantage of them!
Unexpectedly, I still fell into a miasma after all. I should pay attention to this in the next book. Let everyone have different opinions. Just write about your own strengths, write with care, and write to make yourself happy. Readers will naturally appreciate it. The flavor of the same dish
, it is impossible for everyone to like it, just write it for those who appreciate your style!
There are thousands of avenues, but choose one and say it sincerely!
The second point is that the protagonist's status in this book has risen too high and too fast, so he cannot do many things himself. The excitement of the story is greatly restricted. As a result, the tension of the storyline is weak and unfulfilled.
We should also pay attention to this point in the future, and control the rhythm well.
The above is a brief summary of the book so far. Next, I will concentrate on the creation of this book and enter the final stage. I think it will be almost completed in two months. When the end is completed,
See you all again for your new work!
There are not many days left to ask for votes for Jinyi,
There are not many opportunities to vote for Jinyi.
Again, I would like to ask for your votes for Jinyi!