Yang Guo put his hands behind his hands and looked at Li Xia again, saying: "You say you don't understand poetry, but you use Li Changgu's sentence to express your ambition to me? Do you want to be famous all over the world?"
"No, I don't want to be famous all over the world."
"That's just mocking me." Yang Guo sneered and said, "I have a fascination that I can't attract. When a rooster sings, the whole world becomes white. A young man's thoughts should be taken care of by clouds. Who cares about Youhan sitting there... you have the ambition to take clouds. , but I am trapped in uh...heh, making fun of me?"
Li Xia shook his head and said: "It's not sarcasm. It's just a fragment of a sentence to express our common ambition."
"Ha, you and I actually have the same ambition?"
"Yes, it is not for personal fame, but for everyone in the world to gain light."
Yang Guo was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that the same line of poetry in Li He's poem had a completely different spirit than in Li Xia's mouth.
Li Xia said: "Mr. Xi'an went out in a carriage tonight. Did he want to pick me up?"
"snort."
"Mr. Xi'an is willing to take great risks to collect intelligence and contact the Song Dynasty. Going out to meet me tonight is extremely dangerous. Don't you know that even if you are a high-ranking envoy, it will be difficult for you to succeed? You are not doing this for entertainment. .But you do it knowing you can’t do it. If you don’t have great ambitions, why bother?”
Yang Guo didn't answer and seemed stunned.
He was a man of his own opinion and had already made up his mind. No matter what Li Xia said, he should not be moved by his words.
But the only thing that can move him is his own heart.
Over the years, I have gone through a lot of hardships, walking on thin ice, collecting information, and contacting all directions. Tonight, I decided to drive around the city and go to Zhishiyuan in advance to get information... When doing all these things, don't you know that there is little hope?
But I just want to encourage you to give it a try.
Why?
In my ears, I only heard Li Xia explain a few words.
"Mr. Xi'an does not support the Song Dynasty, but like me, I hope that the Han people in the world will not be reduced to enslavement by foreigners. We can live upright on our own land, instead of being untouchables, expulsions, low-class people, and slaves of subjugation... …
You and I are both unwilling to live in humiliation, so I sent this fragment of sentence to Mr. Xi'an without a trace of ridicule. Mr. Xi'an wants the northern princes to stand on their own feet. Although I have different positions, I want to drive out the Hulu and restore China. 'The ambitions are the same. You and I both hope that the Han people can have a strong dynasty that belongs to the Han people. One day, the country will be strong but the people will not be insulted, and the people will be strong but the country will not be insulted..."
Yang Guo suddenly snatched the paper with the poem written on it back from Li Xia's hand.
He tore the poem he had written, the poem mourning the death of the survivors, into pieces and threw them to the ground.
As if he had had enough of being humiliated and humiliated for a long time, he threw this with great force.
The shredded paper was blown away in the cool breeze.
Yang Guo's white hair was also messy by the wind.
His old face, which had been extremely tired, was wrinkled and looked very pitiful, but his energy and energy were somewhat different at this moment.
"If you have such courage, how can you become a person who subjugates the country? Oh, a poor poem by an old remnant, young people don't mind it!"
Yang Guo spat on the shredded paper on the ground.
"Slave of subjugation!"
He spat out such a heavy sentence, actually hating himself so much.
After spitting, Yang Guo looked at Li Xia, his expression became serious, and said: "There is no need to go to Zhishi Garden. The information is on the carriage. You can drive away in my carriage."
Li Xia was stunned for a moment and understood.
Did the old man in front of me change his mind at this moment?
No...the information was on the carriage. He didn't change his mind, but he firmed up his original idea.
Yang Guo didn't hide anything, and said again: "Afu, collect all the people, and you go and distract the pursuers. Li Xia, you wait and leave."
Li Xia said: "Mr. Xi'an, it's better for me to go alone, so I don't have to drag you down..."
Yang Guo snorted and said: "We chatted for half the night and didn't even say 'junior'... Giving you a ride again is just a small thing, nothing to say, as long as you remember your promise to me."
Li Xia's expression calmed down and he bowed his hand like others.
"Junior does what he says."
"I'm afraid you still don't understand." Yang Guo shook his head again and said: "It has been three hundred and thirty years since Shi Jingtang ceded Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures; it has been one hundred and thirty years since the Jingkang Revolution. Do you know this?" What does it mean?
Thirty or fifty years is enough. It is passed down from father to son. Northerners may still remember the Song Dynasty. A hundred years, three hundred years! How many generations of people were born as Liao and Jin people? Who can still remember the Qin, Han, Tang, and Song Dynasties? I also ask myself, as a remnant of the Jin Kingdom, how can the Han people in the north turn their hearts to Zhao and Song again?"
"Junior feels it."
"No, you can't feel it. You will never be able to experience the pain of a country's subjugation and loss. You will only point your fingers at us and scold us, haha, you are a barbarian and betray your country for glory... That's all. There is no excuse for this. I want to tell you that Zhao and Song have long lost the hearts of the people in the north. It is only since the fall of the Jin Dynasty that the Mongolian people slaughtered corpses everywhere and regarded the Han people as untouchables, so the powerful people in the north have the desire to resist.
But, how to put this matter... Back then, the leader of the Shandong Rebel Army, Li Quan, returned to the Song Dynasty, but finally died at the hands of the Song court. After Duanping entered Luo, we and other northerners understood more and more that it was impossible for Zhao and Song Dynasty to regain the mountains and rivers. impossible.
I have worked hard to get this information. In the final analysis, I just want to let the south know that the Great Mongolia is not monolithic, and the powerful Central Plains are not without intentions to rebel against the Mongols. It is nothing more than the hope that... we can help Zhao Song, and Zhao Song can help Let's give it a try.
I also understand that Zhao and Song are more afraid of the tyranny of the Han people than they are of the foreigners. This matter may not work out in the end. But I still want to... give it a try because of this slim hope.
All in all, these few years are the last chance. If you don't seize it, it will be too late. Zhao Song really can't let the Northerners down anymore, and don't let this last trace of resistance disappear.
Otherwise, the world will really perish. The only thing we can do at that time is to let Kublai Khan rule the Han Dynasty with Han laws and destroy the world without losing clothes and etiquette. That is the best result. Already..."
Li Xia understood what Yang Guo said. If there were no changes, Song Ting would definitely disappoint these northerners.
"Junior has listened."
"After talking about public motives, let me talk about selfish motives." Yang Guo said: "Brother Meng is already wary of Han officials. As soon as next year, there will be a Goukao Bureau going south to investigate us. And the northern princes we contacted are actually Most of them are waiting and watching. Whether they dare to rebel in the end also depends on the situation.
In other words, if Zhao Songruo hasn't made a promise when the Goukao Bureau arrives in Kaifeng, and I can't make the princes make up their minds, then they will definitely retreat and turn to killing people to cover up the matter. What happened tonight is too big. , it's almost impossible to cover it up. If you let them go, and they start to shrink back, my whole family of 103 people will not be lucky enough.
Although I have met you for the first time, I have already put the life of my whole family in your hands. I only hope that Song Ting can send people to form an alliance before the Goukao Bureau goes south next year, so as to persuade the princes of various families to make up their minds not to do anything.
Only by retreating further can I save my family..."
Yang Guo didn't say this at the beginning, but only spoke after he decided to let Li Xia go.
Within a few words, invisible pressure fell on Li Xia.
He stared into Li Xia's eyes, wanting to see if the young man would shrink from this and whether he would be unable to bear it.
Let's see if Li Xia will say, "Then if I can't do it, I might as well forget it..."
But Li Xia remained calm and his eyes remained firm.
Yang Guo smiled and asked: "Aren't you afraid that if you can't do it, you will harm my family?"
Li Xia said: "Maybe Yang Gong deliberately told lies to deceive the younger generation; maybe Yang Gong knew that sooner or later the princes would kill people and silence them. It has nothing to do with whether I should be released or not. On the contrary, letting me go back to Song Dynasty can earn a glimmer of hope."
"But what I said may be true?"
"I don't care what politicians say, I just care what I do."
"Okay." Yang Guo nodded, feeling a little relieved.
At this time, he looked at Li Xia with admiration in his eyes, and said: "If you don't have such a will, you will be distracted just because of my few words, and you will not be able to take on such a big thing."
"Yes." Li Xia responded.
This is the ambition of a world champion...
There were shouts in the distance.
"One last thing to tell you." Yang Guo said: "I delivered the letter in October last year. I met Zhao Xin again on March 28 this year. He said that the Song envoy would be arriving soon. Only eight days later, Zhao Xin disappeared.
, must be dead, or even killed by our people. With Zhao Song's attitude, I don't know how many princes I have worked hard to contact have started to withdraw.
Do you understand? We, the northerners, are not like the leisurely scholar-bureaucrats in Lin'an City. We are walking on thin ice and have no time to waste time with you."
"clear."
"Go. The Jin Dynasty can be destroyed, the Song Dynasty can be destroyed, but the world cannot be destroyed."
"Goodbye Mr. Yang."
Yang Guo looked back, somewhat envious of Li Xiaying's erect figure.
He lifted his tired legs and walked towards the outer hall.
What moved him in the end was not Li Xia, but the hope he had been looking forward to for decades.
"When you sing the rooster, the world will be white... The country will be strong and the people will not be humiliated... I hope he is a person who can be trusted..."
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Li Xia quickly caught up with the carriage.
When he opened the curtain, he saw a bundle on the seat.
After mentioning it, it is very heavy. It should be the weight of more than twenty books, and it is also the weight of Yang Guo's family of 103 people.
This is the information required for this trip. It is not a sentence or two or a piece of paper, but about the situation in all aspects of the great Mongolian country to the north.
But if I put it in one or two sentences, it is what the few people with lofty ideals left in the Central Plains want to tell Song who lives in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Opportunities only exist in the past few years, so don't talk about peace talks lightly..."