In March, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, the warm atmosphere has arrived as scheduled.
It was an ordinary day.
When the convoy passed by the fields on the roadside, it stopped a little. The person in the cart in the center lifted the curtain and looked at the green field outside. There were farmers kneeling down on the roadside and in the world.
So the man in the car lowered the curtain again: "Let's go."
The convoy and the escort army continued to move forward.
The queue spreads, the dragon flag is waving, and the person sitting in the carriage is Wanyan Wu Qimai, the emperor of the Jin Kingdom who returned to the palace. He is fifty-nine years old this year, wearing mink velvet, and is as big as an old bear. He looks like his eyes
, he was also a little drowsy. He was good at charging and his arms were enough to save wind and thunder, but now he is old. The pain he left on the battlefield in his early years has been entangled in the past two years, making this person who is stable and kind in his internal governance after he ascended the throne
The Jurchen emperor occasionally became a little irritable, but occasionally began to remember the past.
"I remember when Fang Zai Tianhui lived there, there were not so many fields here, and the palace was not big. I saw people living behind you in front and raised some pigs, horses, chickens and ducks inside. I often came out to see that there were not so many people.
The carriages and horses may not always be called to kneel down, saying that I have killed countless people, so why should I be afraid of assassins?"
As the old man spoke, Wanyan Zongfu in the carriage nodded and said, "However, as the country is big, you will have to be a little majestic and particular, otherwise you will be afraid that it will be difficult to manage."
"Look at the Emperor of Wu Dynasty, there are some specialties, and they cannot be used as food." Wu Qimai said, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't care, I am too idle, I wish there was an assassin coming and moving
Hands and feet.”
"I have never let go of my uncle's martial arts. I have seen it at the school yesterday, and my nephew has also seen it." Zong Fu said.
"I will not fight back when the target is opened in the school ground. After all, my skills are abandoned. I have been sick and sick all over my body recently, and I am old."
Among Aguda's sons, the eldest son died first. The second son Zongwang was originally a stunning figure. During the battles between the south and the north, he also died of old injuries a few years ago. Now the third son Zongfu and the fourth son Zongbi are leading.
Zong Fu's temperament is kind and kind, and Wu Qimai likes him relatively. During the chat, the carriage and horses entered the city. Wu Qimai lifted the curtain and looked outside for a while. The bustling city outside, including the entire area
He had spent twelve years to support the earth. If he had not become the emperor, he would have been charging forward in the past twelve years and conquering the city.
"Nianhan is old, too." After watching for a moment, Wu Qimai said this.
Zong Fu lowered his head: "The two uncles are healthy and will have at least twenty years of high spirits. By then, our Jin Kingdom will have unified the world, and the two uncles will be able to calm down and enjoy the happiness."
"This is what you said... you must convince the old." Wu Qimai waved his hand, "The Han people say that if the clay pot is broken by the well, the general will inevitably die in the formation. Even if he is lucky, half of his life will be spent on it.
It's on the battlefield. I will not regret the military service for the rest of my life, but now I'm 60 years old, Nianhan is five years younger than me, and he suddenly went there that day. It's not surprising. My nephew, there are only a few mountains in the world."
Zong Fu listened respectfully, Wu Qimai leaned his back on the chair and recalled the past: "When he was uprising with his brother, he was just the hills, and he heard about the chickens and dogs, chopped trees and dragged water, fished and hunted,
It's just these people. The world... has been defeated, and there are not many people. I see the bird slave (Nianhan's nickname) once a year, and he still has the same bad temper... His bad temper, but, no
It will block the way for you juniors. Don't worry, tell A Si, he will also be relieved."
"Yes." Zongfudao.
"It makes sense to let Nianhan be there. We don't have many people... There is also Wushi (Wanyan Xiyin). I know A Si is afraid of him. Oh, he is your uncle after all.
What are you afraid of? Wu Shi is a person from the sky. He has to learn his intelligence. When he beats A Si, it means that A Si is wrong. You think he beats anyone, but if you can learn some basics, you can keep your achievements...
These young people have learned a lot of bad things over the years..."
Wu Qimai was nagging, shook her head and sighed, just like every elderly person’s regret for the depravity of young people. Zong Fu listened and nodded from time to time to receive education. On the way back to the palace, Wu Qimai was about to start reviewing the memorials.
, sent Zongfu out, and after Zongfu returned to the palace, Zongbi came. That year, Zongbi was 37 years old, and among the younger generation of Jurchens, the most energetic radical, a few years ago, "Soushan"
Jianhai”, Zong Fu was in charge of the Eastern Army, Zong Bi was the pioneer, and his massacre of the city was mostly done by him. Now the infamous reputation of the "Fourth Prince Jin Wushu" is also somewhat vaguely in the south.
.
Zong Fu then relayed Wu Qimai's words to him.
Wu Shu has been a stubborn person since he was a child. After hearing this, he looked unhappy: "Uncle is old, he has been recuperating for twelve years, and he has taken the murderous aura from the battle formation, and his mind is also confused. Now, this Yangyang
Can a country be the same as in the mountain village? Even if you think the same, can the people behind you be the same? He thinks too much about the good days of the past, and Nianhan has changed a long time ago!"
"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense."
"I don't have nonsense, third brother, don't think that I want to be an emperor and make trouble. There must be a big battle between the East and West courts!" After saying this, he felt that he was a little too much and bowed, "Of course,"
, With Your Majesty here, it's still early. However, we must prepare for it."
Zong Fu said: "Uncle Fourth can still drive strong bows and dance swords and guns in the hunting ground this time. Although he has some illnesses recently, he should be fine."
The two brothers chatted for a while and then talked about their strategy to conquer the Central Plains. In the afternoon, the palace ban on the other end of the palace suddenly became tighter and an astonishing news came out.
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A few days later, in Datong, Xijing, beside the bustling streets, Tang Minjie was wearing a blue servant costume, wearing a headscarf, and carrying a teapot, running in the lively second-floor lobby.
"Little Jiangnan" is a restaurant and a teahouse. It is a well-known location in Datong City. This shop is gorgeously decorated. It is said that the owner has the background of the Jurchen upper floor. Its first floor is suitable for people and the second floor is relatively expensive.
There were many women in the back, which was a place where the Jurchen nobles spent a lot of money. At this time, the martial arts stories that kept coming from the Central Plains were heard, and legendary stories were very popular even in the north. Tang Minjie served the nearby ones.
The guest then saw two noble merchants coming up and hurried over to entertain him.
The two opened a private room facing the street, and Tang Minjie followed in, introduced various dishes to people, and closed the door one by one.
"Why did you come back so quickly..."
Standing by the table, Tang Minjie wiping the table enthusiastically while holding a towel, while whispering. The person next to the table was Lu Mingfang, who is now in charge of northern affairs.
"What happened tomorrow." Lu Mingfang smiled.
"What's wrong?"
"Wu Qimai had a stroke."
"Dead?"
"She is paralyzed."
"Okay, please wait..."
Tang Minjie shouted loudly, turned around and went out, and after a while, he brought hot tea and appetizing pastries to wait: "How serious?"
"I can't die for the time being, but it's enough to make the Jurchens mess up." Tang Minjie poured tea, Lu Mingfang picked up the teacup and put it on his lips, "How are you?"
"Some clues, but it's unclear. But if something happens, it seems like you have to bite the bullet."
"Why do you think so?"
"The children of Zonghan and Aguda want to seize power."
"Internal strife sounds good."
"Internal strife can compare forces or credit."
After speaking in a low voice, the three of them were silent for a moment. Then, Lu Mingfang nodded: "After Tian Hu's affairs, the teacher will no longer live in seclusion. Zong Han is ready to take over the Central Plains. Zong Fu and others are ready.
It's already following, now it seems..."
"The Mongols mentioned by the teacher would make Zong Han take some pretentious weapons." The man opposite the table said.
"Even if they are concerned about our Chinese army, how much can they care about?"
"I will speed up the matter of the Grand Hospital." Tang Minjie whispered.
"Don't force it."
"Okay!"
The three of them were talking, and a convoy passed by on the street outside. There were loud shouts in front of them. Pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides. At this time, if they were in the Central Plains, the Jin Dynasty officials would go on patrol, and all the pedestrians on the road would have to kneel down, but within the Jin Dynasty.
There was no such rule. This was Zong Han's convoy passing by. When the three of them saw soldiers gathering, they didn't say anything. Tang Minjie put his towel on his shoulders, and with a diligent smile, he turned around and left. He was only halfway across from him.
Someone took a few steps on the house and jumped out.
The spring sunshine still looks dazzling under the slanting sunlight. The figure simply flashed across the corners of his eyes, suddenly but firmly, and in the sunshine, he raised a thousand pounds.
Then it fell down
A loud bang followed by screams, horse neighing, chaos, Tang Minjie, Lu Mingfang and other three were stunned for a moment.
The pedestrians on the street reacted, and the sound from their lower heads also boiled...
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In the ninth year of Wu Jianshuo and the twelve years of Tianhui's spring turned thicker, the Central Plains was struggling in an awkward mud.
The Great Qi regime, supported by the Jurchens, is now surrounded by mountains and warlords, and life is difficult and uneasy for all forces.
To be fair, the best life for the Great Qi court, as the nominal ruler of the Central Plains, may have been a few years after the first surrender to the Jurchens. At that time, Liu Yu and others played pure villains, plundering, plundering, conscription, and poaching people.
In the tomb, people's wealth and ointment were scraped. Even if Xiao Canghe defeated three years, at least the top was covered by the golden man, the people in power could still be happy.
If it were in the history of the Song Dynasty, Liu Yu and others lived like this. They depended on the Jin Dynasty, suppressed the rebellion wholeheartedly, hunted down loyal and righteous people, sent troops to attack the south, and then cried to the north for the request to send troops... However,
, Everything has become complicated since the war in Xiao Canghe ended.
The spy problem left behind by the fierce protests of the Chinese army caused countless people to be troubled. Although they have been searching and cleaning up the remnants of the Chinese army on the surface, in private, everyone is as cautious as drinking water, and they know their own warmth.
Especially Liu Yu's side, one night after the Black Flag went, he went to the bedroom to beat him up, which made him feel nervous since then, and he often woke up from his sleep every night.
During the day, I occasionally go crazy with the courtiers.
At first, all parties responded fiercely and cleaned up and down. Later, they all became silent and concealed, thinking about closing their eyes and peace in the world. After two years, the most important thing is
The powerful Tian Hu started to pull out the evil thorn in his heart, and the subsequent counterattack also made everyone feel cold in his heart.
Tian Hu's power changed flags overnight.
The big owl, who had been entrenched north of the Yellow River for more than ten years, was silently executed.
Liu Yu was crazy at that time. It is said that he was shouting and running in the bedroom with his sword at night. Of course, not many people could confirm that this kind of rumor was true.
During the more than ten years of war, even if the world is overturned, the days will still be passed. People in ragged clothes will gradually adapt to the miserable years. Without the ox, people will have to carry the plow and continue to plow the fields. But this year
In the Central Plains, many forces found themselves in a crack of anxiety.
In this world, if we are jurchens in terms of strength, the ruler of the world is naturally the Jurchens today. The emerging Jin Kingdom is victorious in every battle and looks down on everything. On the other side of the Jurchens, it seems that the Wu Dynasty was lingering and rebirth. However,
Since Tian Hu's court overthrew last year, more and more information has come from the rugged south-to-south mountains in the southwest. The most terrifying thing is that Mr. Ning is still alive.
No one confirmed all this directly, but the news in secret has become increasingly obvious. The Chinese military pretended to be dead for two years. Looking back on the spring of the ninth year of Jianshuo, it seems that it is also stained with heavy and dark
The malice. In February, at the Qi dynasty meeting in Bianliang, a minister said, "I knew this person was pretending to be dead." He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he got an embarrassing silence, which seemed to show that this
The weight of the news and the feelings of everyone.
Ten years ago, this man killed the monarch in anger. Everyone could think that he was reckless and unscrupulous. When he arrived in the mountains of Xiaocang River, he could think that he was a loser. If he defeated Xixia, he could think that he had a detached sword and was brave enough to wait until he was young.
In the three years of Canghe, the wailing of millions of troops and the death of two Jurchen generals, people were still thinking that they were at least disabled... at least Ning Yi was dead.
Since then, it has been surviving in the southwest mountains. It has to rely on selling core products such as iron cannons to survive, which makes people feel moved that after all, the hero will end up being born at the wrong time.
To this day, Ning Yi is not dead. In the ignorant mountains in the southwest, every message that passed by now seems to be the shaking tentacle of a terrifying beast. It passes through mud, every time
When you shake, you will even fall into a "tick-tick" black mud full of malicious intentions.
At least in the Central Plains, no one can underestimate this power anymore. Even though it is only a few hundred thousand people, the long-term swords, fierce, violent, and violent, all prove that this is a team that can be positive.
Resist the power of Jurchens.
Everyone still can't know the bigger moves, but now Ning Yi sat out quietly, facing the general trend of the Jin Dynasty ruled the world. Once the Jin Dynasty went south, the Jin Dynasty would inevitably go south, and most of them would be
They will face the other party, and then what will the Central Plains forces in the cracks be beaten to...
No one can say it...
(To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 17-01-11 06:38:54