It was already late at night when Qiao Ju hurried back to Bozhou. He rested outside the city for one night and arrived at Zhang's house early the next day, only to learn that Zhang Hongfan had already set off.
"Jian Zhang, I thought you would be back in the first two days, but I didn't want you to be delayed if something happened."
The person who spoke was one of Zhang Hongfan's advisors, his name was Fan Yuan and his courtesy name was Zibo.
Fan Yuan was in his thirties, with an ugly appearance, a pockmarked face, three sparse beards, and sparse hair that could hardly be tied into a bun, but there was a sparkle in his eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts.
Qiao Ju sighed: "It's a pity that I couldn't meet Jiulang one more time before he left."
Fan Yuandao: "Jiulang has received the message you sent back. He asked me to stay and cooperate with you. Once we get these batches of detailed works, we will send them to Shuntian Road together."
"Okay, are Liulang okay? I'm afraid the Great Khan will be held accountable for this."
"This matter is not that simple." Fan Yuan said: "The person who assassinated Wu Liang Hatai was a remnant of Dali. Everyone knows that Liu Lang is at best a crime that is not investigated. But the reason why people insist on this matter is nothing more than
It’s because…the Great Khan is no longer at ease with the King.”
Qiao Ju's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "My vision is short-sighted. I thought that as long as I caught the remnants of Dali and worked with the people of Song Dynasty, I could clear Liu Lang's injustice."
"Injustice is not important." Fan Yuan said: "What is important is that the Great Khan is jealous of the King, which will definitely weaken the King's power and take action against the King's subordinates like the Zhang family. Not everyone can be saved by the King. At this time, Liu Lang was
If a person has a handle and cannot prove it for himself, the Zhang family will be too useless in the eyes of the king. Therefore, the remnants of those who worked hard must be caught, do you understand?"
"Understood."
"Tell me, how do you plan to catch people?"
Qiao Ju said: "I judge that the other party must go to Yingzhou. We will send people there to control. Once these new faces arrive, we can quickly arrest them. It is far better than bringing some rough soldiers to search in Shouzhou..."
Fan Yuan muttered: "I will allocate manpower as soon as possible, and we will go to Yingzhou to establish control within ten days. But this group of Song people is not simple. In the past, when Zhang Rongzhi arrived in Huainan, the Song court would not have dared not to hand them over.
You dare to be so bold this time, aren't you afraid that Mongolia will declare war?"
"I'm thinking about this too."
Fan Yuandao: "Based on the virtue of the Song people, there is only one possibility, that is, they have received the news and know that the Great Khan is determined to move south. It can be seen that there are many Song people in the Central Plains. This time these people went straight to Yingzhou after crossing the Huaihe River.
There is no way of escaping this trick, so if we find it directly, we can naturally catch the person."
Qiao Ju nodded and said, "I've also considered it, but I'm just afraid of offending the Di family."
"We are not afraid of offending the Di family." Fan Yuan said: "I said that the Great Khan wants to weaken the king's power, and the king cannot keep all his officials. Then we should get rid of the Di family. This is Jiulang's intention."
"I understand." Qiao Ju cupped his hands deeply and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fan, for your suggestion."
"No need to be polite." Fan Yuan said with a smile: "I will arrange the manpower. You should prepare for the appointment in the next two days. Make an appointment first. When the person is captured this time and sent to Shuntian Road, when he comes back, you will become
The Zhang family has a son-in-law. Congratulations."
Qiao Jujun blushed slightly and bowed again.
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Three days later, Qiao Ju finished the ceremony and sent a betrothal gift to the Zhang family.
At this point, the marriage contract was concluded, and both Qiao Ju and the Zhang family breathed a sigh of relief.
Because China, the son of the Mongolian governor of Bozhou, also wanted to marry the Zhang family daughter.
The official name of the town official is "Daluhachi" in Mongolian, and he is the highest supervisor in the place. Even if the Zhang family is a prince, they do not dare to offend the other party easily, so they have to be the first to get their daughter engaged.
After accepting the recruitment, Qiao Ju couldn't help but have some social activities, and made an appointment with several classmates and friends at the Huaxi Building on the bank of the Guohe River.
…
"I heard that there is a custom in the grassland of killing husbands and snatching brides. Even if the Shuai Mansion has made an engagement, Chi Na may not give up. Aren't you afraid of Jian Zhang?"
"Not afraid." Qiao Ju picked up a glass of wine and drank, only uttering these two words.
"Death under the peonies, how can one become a ghost and be romantic?"
Qiao Ju frowned slightly and said, "Brother Lin, do you think I entered into this marriage just to seduce the handsome man?"
"I never said that."
"I admire her deeply and will protect her. If China dares to come, it is not certain who will kill whom."
Qiao Ju said, with a cold tone in his tone. He turned the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "Over the years, I have studied hard, practiced martial arts, and worked hard just to be worthy of her;
In order to have more power, no matter who I met, I would step on them and let them become my toe-stones, just to protect her."
His voice was soft and gentle, but his tone was firm, and in the end he even had murderous intent.
"No one can touch her, even if it is the son of the Mongolian governor, if China dares to come and steal her, I will let him die..."
"Shh."
Lin Xu whispered: "Don't talk about killing... outside."
"It doesn't matter."
The next moment, loud laughter came from outside the door, and the two people walked in.
Qiao Ju turned around and saw his classmate Zhou Nan and an unknown boy coming.
"Haha, let me introduce you, these two are my classmates, Qiao Ju, Qiao Jianzhang, Lin Xu, Lin Andao, the three of me are all disciples of Mr. Lingchuan."
Having said this, Zhou Nan led the young man to introduce him to Qiao Ju and Lin Xu.
"Yang Shen and Yang Yongxiu, my new acquaintance, are extremely talented. I will show you the lyrics he wrote. He has a powerful style, a calm tone, an elegant ring, and is so wonderful..."
When Nan came this week, the atmosphere in the room immediately became lively.
Qiao Ju couldn't help but stare at Yang Shen twice.
I don't know how old this young man is. He is tall and straight, extremely handsome in appearance, and has a meaningful temperament like a child of a family. His face looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the calmness in his eyebrows and the steady demeanor make him look like he is twenty years old.
The four of them sat down and Qiao Ju asked, "I would like to ask, how old is Yong Xiu?"
"eighteen."
"So you are the same age as me, and you are from Guide Mansion?"
"Yes, he is from Dangshan, Guide Prefecture. How does Brother Jian Zhang know about it?"
Qiao Ju smiled and said, "When you speak, you have a somewhat Guide Mandarin accent, but it doesn't quite sound like it?"
Yang Shen said: "I studied abroad when I was young, and I have classmates from all over the world."
"Where to study?"
"Xuzhou, Pengcheng Ziyang Academy."
Qiao Ju handed him a glass of wine and asked, "So, you are Mr. Gongchui's disciple?"
Yang Shen shook his head and said: "He is a disciple of Mr. Deyu..."
"Jianzhang." Zhou Nan lifted his chopsticks and said with a smile, "You asked too many questions. The prisoner is on trial."
"Haha, you didn't come just now, and the brochure also said that you have to step on a few more people as tiptoes to continue climbing up. You should be careful." Lin Xu said with a smile.
Zhou Nan also laughed and asked, "What? After a trip to Shouzhou, you are going to be promoted again?"
"No," Qiao Ju said, "but I met some people from the Song Dynasty who were very cunning. Fortunately, it was not my errand at that time, otherwise I would have failed."
"Ha, what are the capabilities of Song people?"
Qiao Ju said: "No matter if you have the ability or not, just catch him later. I will go to Yingzhou tomorrow to settle the matter."
"Oh, Song people..."
Yang Shen heard their contemptuous tone, and there was some confusion in his eyes.
Qiao Ju had sharp eyes and immediately asked: "Fellow practitioners seem to have some sympathy for the Song people?"
"Well, I think everyone is Han Chinese."
Lin Xu let out a "ha" and said with a smile: "You have no authority, how dare you say such nonsense outside."
Qiao Ju said: "It is true that we are all Han people, but Han people do not necessarily have to be Song people. I was born and raised in the Great Mongolia, so I am a Mongolian. Even if I are a Han, I am a Mongolian.
The Han people. Remember, we and the Song people are life-and-death enemies."
Zhou Nan sighed and said: "The dilapidated Song Dynasty cannot be called a Han dynasty. It is better for the Great Mongolia to unify the territory as soon as possible."
He poured a glass of wine for Yang Shen and added: "In today's world situation, my generation's ambition is most consistent with the poem written by Wan Yanliang of the Jin Dynasty back then."
Lin Xuyin said: "If the letters written by thousands of miles of carriages are mixed up, how can there be separate borders in the south of the Yangtze River?"
Qiao Ju nodded and answered.
"Raise a million troops to the West Lake and mount the first peak of Mount Wu."
After Qiao Ju read this poem, he felt heroic in his heart, patted the table and said: "One day, I will participate in the war, make immortal achievements, lead my troops south, and smash the small court of Zhao and Song Dynasties."
"Ha, the brief is ridiculous. It should be for the unification of the country, not for personal achievements."
"it's the same."
Several scholars had a drink together, and they were quite excited.
Yang Shen weighed the wine glass and thought about it. Finally, he didn't know whether he understood it or not, so he smiled softly.
"By the way, have you heard of Mr. Yishan's new poems?" Zhou Nan suddenly asked again.
"The eternal heroic spirit of Central Continent also reaches the Chile River of Yin Mountain."
"Good poem."
Zhou Nan nodded and sighed: "It has been so long since the Kingdom of Jin fell, and Mr. Yishan finally looked away. The generosity and heroism of the men from the Central Plains of our generation can also be taught to the shepherds under the Yinshan Mountains. The people on the grasslands can also accept us.
It was influenced by Han people, so why should we be divided into foreigners?"
"It's really a good poem, unlike some people who have no moral integrity. If those people wrote poems, I'm afraid they would have written 'Yinshan's eternal heroic spirit has also reached the banks of the Yellow River in the Central Plains.'"
"Yes, these great rivers and mountains were conquered by our generation from the Central Plains for the Great Mongolia."
"Let's see, who can sweep across the south of the Yangtze River..."
Qiao Ju came early. He drank too much and was a little drunk, so he stood up.
"Guys, I'm going to get some fresh air."
"Ha, Jian Zhang is too drunk..."
Qiao Ju smiled, pushed the door open, walked through the corridor, and stood by the railing of the tall building.
The river breeze blew, making him a little more conscious.
Thinking about Zhang Wenjing and his future achievements, he gradually felt at ease.
I thought about Zhang Liulang and Zhang Jiulang's trust again, and thought that I should go to Yingzhou to complete the mission this time.
Then, I thought of that person again, Tuotuo...
There were footsteps behind him. Qiao Ju turned around and saw that it was Yang Shen.
"Fellow practitioners also come to have some fun?"
"Yeah, let's blow some air."
Qiao Ju smiled, held onto the railing with both hands, and said, "I think you have something to say to me."
"yes."
"By the way, I haven't heard that poem of yours yet, how great would it be? I can actually..."
"puff!"
In the middle of his words, Qiao Ju looked down and saw that a short dagger had been thrust from behind, piercing his heart.
Blood kept dripping from the dagger, and he felt that his life was passing quickly.
Slowly turning his head, he met a pair of firm eyes...