Li Xia solemnly said: "As long as Mr. Xi'an gives me the information, and it is indeed as important as you said, I can promise that during the war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty, if something goes wrong in the Central Plains, the Song court will never negotiate peace with Mongolia."
"Ah."
Li Xia said: "Of course, this is just a preliminary verbal agreement. After I go back, I will ask the two prime ministers Cheng and Jia to send envoys to conclude a covenant with you."
Yang Guo said: "Young man with a yellow mouth, you are not ashamed to speak loudly."
"Sir, haven't you heard a sentence? Don't bully young people into poverty. I..."
"Never heard of it."
Li Xia's sentence was interrupted and he hesitated slightly.
Yang Guo straightened her sleeves and asked casually: "But it's a new word from you again?"
"No, it's just a common saying. I really can't compose lyrics." Li Xia said, "But I can do things, and I have only one attitude towards doing things. I must get it done."
Yang Guo raised his head and met Li Xia's firm eyes.
He felt increasingly old.
After staying up all night, he only felt tired and exhausted, but the heroic young man in front of him was still as sharp as ever.
"Let's put it this way, I have no power or position. When I come to the north, I see enemies everywhere. But the fire at Chongyang Temple tonight may make Mr. Xi'an understand a little bit about my abilities."
When Li Xia said this, he said sincerely: "This is not to show off, but I always do my best in what I do..."
"Shuzi puts it lightly..."
Yang Guo interrupted Li Xia again.
Li Xia immediately interrupted him and uttered another sentence solemnly.
"If the information is useful and the alliance is reached, then... Cheng Yuanfeng wants to negotiate for peace, I will kill Cheng Yuanfeng; Jia Sidao wants to negotiate for peace, I will kill Jia Sidao; the Zhao Guan family wants to negotiate for peace, I will kill Zhao Guan's family."
Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed to be frozen.
He felt in a daze that he had heard wrongly.
The young man in front of him was handsome, sharp, and only sixteen years old. The aura in his words actually overshadowed all the princes.
Are you ashamed of your words...?
It was this young man who came with a sword and stirred up the storm from the Huaihe River to the Yellow River.
"What did you say?"
Li Xia said: "I am not Yue Fei who can be recalled with twelve gold medals, nor am I Yu Jie who will be angered to death by slander. No one can stop me from doing what I do."
Yang Guo stood up suddenly and raised his hand to point at Li Xia, his fingers were trembling.
"You...you...you...I have never seen such a boastful person in my life."
"Are you bragging? Mr. Xi'an dares to make a bet?"
a long time.
Yang Guo sat down on the Taishi chair again, twirling his beard and saying nothing.
"Let me ask you, since Zhao Song only sent you people here, and the journey is dangerous... why do you still come? Is it just because you are unyielding?"
"If you don't come, where will you go?" Li Xia asked, "Where in the world is the paradise?"
Yang Guo was a famous Confucian in the world and had profound knowledge, but he couldn't answer the question of the junior in front of him.
Li Xia said: "This road is dangerous, but where is it not dangerous? The strife and oppression in Lin'an City may not be dangerous, and it may not be dangerous for the people to go south and have the butcher's knife on my head. I have never flinched because of difficulties or dangers in my life. The only way to break the situation is
This is the attitude of facing up to difficulties.
Let's talk about the purpose. The imperial court thinks that the information from Kaifeng is useless, but I think it is. I really want to know the situation in Monan and Mobei, and I want to know the people's support in the north. In other words, I will do whatever the imperial court doesn't want to do.
For the official family of Zhao Song..."
"Arrogant! Come to think of it, if we cause trouble, can you really prevent Zhao Song from forming an alliance with us?" Yang Guo said: "Do you know that Zhao Song is more afraid of the princes than the barbarians? You may not even know this...
…”
"I am not only arrogant, but I am far more arrogant than Mr. Xi'an thinks." Li Xia said: "If you can do something, I will be very happy. I am not qualified to explain this matter from the perspective of the Song Dynasty as to why it took so long for someone to do it.
Come on, Mr. Xi'an has been scolding you for a long time, but I have no rebuttal. Let me tell you what I mean... I think the Song Dynasty must fall, but the Song Dynasty can fall, but the world cannot fall."
Yang Guo just laughed after hearing this.
He shook his head, patted his knees, sighed, and said: "If you have this ambition, it is consistent with our ambition. There is no need to go back to Zhao and Song Dynasties. I will introduce you to several Central Plains princes..."
"No." Li Xia said, "Let me tell you more about what's on your mind. In my eyes, even if you rebel against others, most of them are... people who have submitted to injustice. I don't know how many people will actually rise up. In this world,
It was the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty who really sacrificed their lives and blood to fight against Mongolia."
Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little angry, but in the end he didn't get angry.
Why couldn't he hear it? Li Xia had changed the word "subject to compromise" into a more pleasant word.
Li Xia added: "I don't appreciate you too much. What I want is information and future cooperation."
Only then did Yang Guo realize that when it came to the present, this child who was talking without any basis was actually making comments about him.
Thousands of words came to his lips, but he only uttered two words.
"ridiculous."
He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, and seemed to have endless thoughts.
"Li Xia."
"Um?"
"Did you really not fill in those two poems?"
"I saw it from the book."
"Pity."
Yang Guo sighed and suddenly started writing on the paper.
It seems that because of this conversation with Li Xia, he became inspired by poetry and wrote half a long poem in a matter of seconds.
"The silver-saddled white horse cries out, and the young Yu Lin gives his name. A long roar fills the sea and the sky, and the prosperous things look back in the sky."
"The hanging gourd moon sets on the wall of the city. The emperor will die and will not surrender to the king. The feather forest is scattered but you are here. I will work hard to walk to the roadside."
"There is no long sword in the waist, no gun in the hand, and the clothes are full of tears when I want to talk about the past. I am dying in Luoyang City, and the autumn wind and autumn energy hurt the golden sores."
Yang Guo put down his pen and murmured: "What do you think of this poem?"
Li Xia said: "I don't understand poetry."
"Don't you understand?" Yang Guo chuckled softly and said, "I'll tell you, this poem commemorates the Jin Dynasty, not Zhao and Song."
"oh."
Li Xia also understood that the old man in front of him had lived to this age and had been a Jin person since birth. His father and ancestors were all Jin people, so he regarded the Jin Dynasty as orthodox.
Yang Guo said again: "Although I haven't finished writing the poem, I will send it to you tonight. I just hope that you, a young man, will not be like me and become... a person who subjugates the country."
"good."
Yang Guo folded the poem on the case, handed it to Li Xia, and said: "The information you want is in Zhishi Garden. I'll send it to you to get it. Let's go."
Li Xia reached out to take the poem and followed Yang Guo out.
At this time, the long night finally passed, and a cockcrow sounded in the distance.
Yang Guo, who had white hair, stayed up all night and was extremely tired and hobbled.
He put his hand on the door, slowly pushed it open, and crossed the threshold with some difficulty.
Not far away, Yang Fu stood there holding his knife. Yang Guo winked at him...
killed.
Li Xia suddenly said: "Mr. Xi'an gave me half a fragment of a poem, shall I also give you a fragment of a poem?"
"Oh?" Yang Guo turned around.
Li Xia could tell that the old man liked poetry very much, but it was a pity that he didn't remember much of it.
He turned his head to look at the horizon. It was the darkest hour of the night.
Without thinking, he spat out the remaining sentences.