Because he heard the crying, a guard came to the hall to take a look, then left quickly, closing the door behind him.
As for what Zhao Jin said, it sounded a bit incomprehensible to others. Li Xia did not scold her for being incomprehensible.
Because she was indeed right, he felt her thoughts and expected that she would not refuse, so he said something like letting her consider it.
"Okay, stop crying."
Zhao Jin was still crying, and his shoulders were shaking when he cried so emotionally.
Li Xia searched for the handkerchief but couldn't find it. When he turned around, he saw that she had one, and she was holding it in her hand without wiping it. He then stepped forward to take the handkerchief from her hand and wiped her tears.
Looking at it this way, the skin on her face is delicate and smooth, white and rosy, and her eyes are big, bright and watery.
"You look better when you cry than when you usually make a fuss. "Fuck you."
"Stop crying. You are in poor health and have a disease. Don't let it go."
Zhao Jin was obviously still crying, but he choked with anger, so he turned his back, lightly stamped his foot, and said: "You will only be happy if I die.
"I won't let you die. I've prepared the medicine for you, right?" "You want to be angry with me, you want to be angry with me."
"I thought I would bring this up with you in another way, just like you said, I could say something nice to coax you." Li Xia said: "But, because I want to accept your identity as the daughter of the Zhao family, I have to lie to you.
Man, I can't bear it.
Zhao Jin actually didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but was stunned for a moment by his attitude in speaking. He turned around and gave him a look of aggrievedness.
Li Xia wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief and put it back in her hand. "Then you..." Zhao Jin looked down at his movements and asked, "Then you are actually
.I want..
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
Zhao Jin raised his head in surprise and blushed slightly for a moment. Li Xia sighed slightly when he saw the look in her eyes.
He felt that he actually gave her very little. He just lied to her over and over again, hiding it from her, and allowing her to live. These things were effortless; but she forgave him for the man who ruined her family.
enemy of the country.
He sometimes felt vain and wanted the princess of Zhao Song to admit that he was a better emperor than her father, but she even satisfied his vanity.
Zhao Jin could feel his eyes gradually softening, and the aura on his body was no longer as indifferent as before.
After she cried a lot, the two seemed to get closer.
"Then, then..." Zhao Jin said: "If you want to accept me, I can't refuse you."
The words were still the same as before, but as soon as the tone changed, the meaning was completely different.
Li Xia looked at her and saw that her eyes were shy and there were a few tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, so she didn't say much, lowered her head and leaned over...
?~It’s dawn the next day.
A large flag with the word "Song" fluttering in the wind.
Weng Yinglong stood under the flag and looked up at it in trance. War drums were beating loudly in the distance, and the earth was shaking slightly.
Huang Gongshao came over and said, "Why don't you go up to the observation tower and look directly at the battlefield? "I don't dare to look." Weng Yinglong asked back, "How can Lu Wenhuan defeat Zhang Jue?"
Huang Gongshao shook his head, indicating that he was not optimistic about Lu Wenhuan, but he said: "It is not easy for the Tang army. They only have one army and horse to guard the three capitals, fighting one after another. First retreat from Boyan, and then fight against Lu Wenhuan. This is one army and two horses.
Three are used."
"However, the alliance between Song and Yuan was like scattered sand, giving Zhang Jue every opportunity to defeat it. "One more thing, how could Lu Wenhuan be willing to fight to the death?"
"The reason why Ping Zhanggong asked us to urge Lu Wenhuan to send troops to Mengjin Crossing is to let Lu help the Yuan army contain the main force of the Tang army and buy him more time to capture Sichuan and Shu."
Both of them are extremely smart. Once the situation changes, they will immediately stop paying attention to the immediate gains and losses and set their sights further ahead.
To put it simply, they stopped caring about Lu Wenhuan and started planning for Jia Sidao. Because they were originally Jia Sidao's staff, not Lu Wenhuan's.
Huang Gongshao walked around for a few steps, led Weng Yinglong back to the tent, and then said
: "Actually, there is a sentence that I have been pressing in my heart for a long time... Li Xia has approached Yanjing, but Duke Pingzhang's attack on Shu is still progressing slowly. Is he afraid that it will be too late?"
"The terrain of the Central Plains is flat, while Sichuan and Sichuan have steep mountains and rapids. Naturally, Li Xia's progress was much faster than that of Ping Zhanggong."
"Then, what's the point of delaying?" Huang Gongshao lowered his voice, "Since it is difficult to capture Sichuan and Shu, and the current situation is like this, why not persuade Ping Zhanggong to withdraw?"
"How can you retreat if you want to retreat from the rapids and shoals?" Weng Yinglong wrinkled his old face and said: "After Li Xia became emperor, he only had to take care of the battle situation. Ping Zhanggong was different. In addition to looking at the battle situation, he also had to look at the situation.
It depends on the reaction of the Lin'an court."
This has been made very clear. Jia Sidao mobilized so many troops and spent so much food and grass, but in the end he returned without success, which would be a terrible blow to his reputation.
"At least, we have to capture Chongqing Mansion before we can be justified on the surface.
"well...".
Suddenly, shouts of death rang out not far away.
The sound was near the gate of the Song army's camp, and the two counselors suddenly changed their faces in shock. "The Tang army is attacking the camp!"
"Attack the camp!"
Weng Yinglong couldn't help being shocked and lifted the curtain and came out.
Immediately, an attendant said: "My lord, it's dangerous, come in quickly. "Since you know it's dangerous, why don't you leave quickly?!"
They judged that Zhang Jue sent a small group of Tang troops to bypass Heming Gorge for a sneak attack, and the purpose of the attack was to burn the Song army's grain and grass.
In order not to be affected by the war, they fled south as soon as possible.
After leaving the camp, we drove two miles along the Yishui River to Songzhou, but there was the sound of horse hooves ahead again. A group of cavalry came out, raised their crossbows and shot them mercilessly.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Although the Tang army was small in number, it was fierce when it came out.
Weng Yinglong and Huang Gongshao quickly got off the carriage, hid behind the carriage and shouted: "It's down! It's down!"
So the attendants put down their weapons and lay down on the ground, and the fierce fighting that had just begun quickly subsided.
"Remove it!"
A Tang military commander rode by and ordered his soldiers to confiscate their weapons and armor.
When he saw Weng Yinglong, Huang Gongshao was not polite and tied them up too.
"Lighter, lighter." Weng Yinglong said hurriedly: "We are civil servants, so we don't need to tie them up..."
"Who says civil servants don't need to be tied?!" The Tang military commander was furious and yelled, "Tie them up!" "General, please calm down. We are old and weak, but we dare not resist even if we don't tie them up."
"You were not weak when you misled the country. Are you weak now? Let me bring them down and search.
"Ouch, it's an insult to elegance, it's an insult to elegance..."
"Thief Gou Song, please remember this is a battlefield. There is nothing to be polite about. Take him away!"
~~At night. "Take them in."
Weng Yinglong turned around and saw that Huang Gongshao was gone, and he himself was in a small bloody tent.
A fire was lit in the tent, and there was a shelf filled with torture instruments. The next moment, screams could be heard not far away.
There was a stern-looking man sitting in the corner, slowly rubbing ink in front of a candle. Occasionally, he could hear the sound of his rubbing ink between the screams, which made him uncomfortable as if it was rubbing on Weng Yinglong's bones.
"Envoy."
Someone else walked into the tent, and soon, a cold iron object touched Weng Yinglong's neck, and something caught him by his collar and lifted him up.
Like a ball of pork, weighed down.
"He's a civil servant, what's his name?"
"This general, I can recruit anything, no need to torture him, no need to... Oh, Weng Yinglong."
"Huh? You are Weng Yinglong."
Someone came to Weng Yinglong, a man in his thirties.
The man brought his ugly face closer, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Really, you are one of Jia Sidao's confidants, and you are here to supervise Lu Wenhuan?"
Weng Yinglong was stunned. He didn't expect that someone in the Tang army knew him so well.
His eyes dropped down, only to the hand facing the middle-aged man, and he suddenly remembered who the other person was.
"It turns out it's Mr. Jiang in person. It's a pleasure to meet you. It's a pleasure to meet you..."
"Nice to meet you?" Jiang Fan patted Weng Yinglong's face with a hook and sneered.~~
What Weng Yinglong and Lu Wenhuan said is at least a little bit correct. Li Xia is a person who can't rub dirt in his eyes. He is neither like the Song Dynasty who treated scholar-bureaucrats favorably, nor like the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty who tolerated the noble families.
A person like him would never be as prosperous and wealthy as before in the hands of Li Xia. Fortunately, after two days of torture, his life was saved, but he was already frightened.
"Let's go."
As the soldiers called out, Weng Yinglong was taken out of the tent.
This is still the camp of the Song Army at that time, but the word "Tang" has been changed on the big flag.
He was led north, and when he turned around, he saw that the place where Lu Wenhuan and Zhang Jue fought was still littered with corpses, and the Tang army was cleaning the battlefield. Lu Wenhuan should have been beaten and had withdrawn.
They lost their camp before withdrawing, so it must be very troublesome.
Now was not the time to care about Lu Wenhuan. Weng Yinglong was taken into Luoyang City and brought to a government office. When he looked up, he saw a plaque hanging on it with the word "Palace" written in a circle.
After entering the palace and walking forward, he saw a plaque reading "Luocheng Palace" hanging in the lobby. He couldn't help but think that even today, Li Xia still has the rustic style of the Caotai team.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, the wounds on his body suddenly started to feel itchy, and a sense of fear arose. Weng Yinglong shrank his neck and entered the hall with his head lowered in fear. He was surprised to find a few familiar people in the hall.
"Ms. Wang?"
Wang Yinglin turned his head when he heard the voice and said, "Mr. Weng said goodbye to Jiangling, and now we meet again."
At that time, when Weng Yinglong followed Jia Sidao's army to Jiangling City, Wang Yinglin was still a prisoner.
Who would have thought that meeting each other again would be so different in a blink of an eye.
If he thought carefully about the reason for all this, Weng Yinglong suddenly realized Zhao Song's weakness very deeply.
Later, Huang Gongshao was also brought in. When he saw Wang Yinglin, he looked ashamed and cried: "Ms. Wang, the student is ashamed..."
"The chariot has arrived."
Wang Yinglin said no more and stood still, as if to greet him respectfully. Weng Yinglong knew that he was just a prisoner, so he quickly lowered his body.
He had met Li Xia several times many years ago. When he took a sneak peek today, he felt that Li Xia's figure had not changed at all, but the aura around him was much more majestic.
Afterwards, his eyes narrowed slightly and he noticed the woman in costume following Li Xia.
"this..."
"Rui...Princess of Rui Kingdom?"
Huang Gongshao was so shocked that he straightened up. "Princess, you...are you really not dead? How is this possible?"
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty." Wang Yinglin and others seemed not to have heard their exclamations, and only paid homage to them.
Weng Yinglong was startled and quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said: "Sinner Weng Yinglong, please bow to your majesty, long live my emperor."
Only Zhao Jin's bright eyes moved curiously and he tried hard to hold back his smile. "Of course I'm not dead. It was my uncle who sent me to His Majesty.