In March, the capital of the Golden Kingdom, Tianhui, the warm atmosphere has arrived as scheduled.
It was an ordinary day.
When the motorcade passed the field by the roadside, it stopped for a while. The man in the big car in the center lifted the curtain and looked outside at the green fields. There were farmers kneeling on the road and between the heavens and the earth.
So the person in the car lowered the curtain again: "Let's go, let's go."
The convoy and the escorting army continued on their way.
The queue spreads, the dragon flag flutters, and sitting in the carriage is the Jin Dynasty Emperor Wanyan Wu Qimai who is returning to the palace. He is fifty-nine years old this year. He is dressed in mink velvet. , also slightly dazed. He used to be better at charging into battle, and his arms could turn against wind and thunder, but now he is old, and the pain left on the battlefield in his early years has been haunting him for the past two years, which makes the Jurchen emperor, who has been stable and benevolent in internal governance after he ascended the throne, occasionally a little emotional. Grumpy, and occasionally, began to reminisce about the past.
"I remember that when Fang Zaitianhui lived, there were not many fields here, and the palace was not big. I saw people living behind you in the front, and some pigs, horses, chickens and ducks were raised in it. I often come out to see that there are not so many. Chariots and horses don’t always ask people to kneel down at every turn, saying I’m guarding against assassins, I’ve killed countless people, and I’m afraid of assassins.”
As the old man spoke, Zongfu Wanyan in the carriage nodded and said, "However, as the country grows, you must gradually become more dignified and particular about it, otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be easy to manage."
"Look at the emperor of the Wu Dynasty, he is also very particular about not being able to eat." Wu Qimai said, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry about it, I am too busy, I wish an assassin would come and move around. hands and feet."
"Uncle's martial arts have never been put down. Yesterday, at the school grounds, my nephew also saw it." Zong Fu said.
"The school field is open, and the target will not fight back. After all, my skills are wasted. Recently, I have been sick all over my body, and I am old."
Among the sons of Aguda, the eldest son died first. The second son Zongwang was originally a stunning figure. During the Southern and Northern Wars, he also died of old injuries a few years ago. Now the third son Zongfu and the fourth son Zongbi are leading the way. Zongfu's temperament is benevolent and kind, and Wu Qimai likes him relatively. During the chat, the carriage and horses entered the city, and Wu Qimai lifted the curtain and looked outside for a while. This prosperous city outside, including the whole land, was built by him for twelve years. As the emperor, in these twelve years, he should be charging forward and attacking the city with high spirits.
"Nianhan is getting old too." After watching for a while, Wu Qimai said so.
Zongfu bowed his head: "The two uncles are healthy and healthy, and they will have at least twenty years of high spirits. When the time comes, our Jin Kingdom will have ruled the world, and the two uncles will be able to settle down and enjoy happiness."
"This is what you said... You have to serve the old." Wu Qimai waved his hand, "The Han people have a saying, if the earthen pot is not broken away from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. Go. I don't regret it in my entire life, but now I'm sixty years old, and Nianhan is five years younger than me, and it's not surprising that he left suddenly that day. Old nephew, there are only a few hills in the world."
Zongfu listened respectfully, and Wu Qimai leaned his back on the chair, recalling the past: "When I started a rebellion with my brother, it was just those hilltops, where chickens and dogs heard each other, chopped trees, dragged water, fished and hunted. It's just these people. In this world... it's down, there are not many people. I see Niaojianu (Nianhan's nickname) once a year, and he still has that bad temper... His temper is bad, but ah, he won't stop him The way of you juniors. You can rest assured, tell Ah Si, and he will also rest assured."
"Yes." Zong Fu said.
"It made sense to let Nianhan over there in the first place, we didn't have many people... and Wu Shi (Wanyan Xiyin), I know Ah Si was afraid of him, alas, after all, he is your uncle, What are you afraid of, Wu Shi is a man from heaven, he is smart, he needs to learn. He beat Ah Si, it means Ah Si is wrong, you think he can beat everyone, but if you can learn a little bit, it is enough to defend... You young people People, over the years, I have learned a lot of bad things..."
Wu Qimai babbled, shook his head and sighed, just like every old person's hatred of young people's depravity is irresistible. Zongsuke listened, nodding from time to time to be taught. All the way back to the palace, Wu Qimai had to start reviewing the memorials and send Zongfu out. After Zongfu returned to the palace, Zongbi came. This year, Zong Bi was thirty-seven years old. He was one of the most energetic radicals among the younger Jurchen generation. A few years ago, Zong Fu was in charge of the East Route Army, and Zong Bi was the vanguard. Most of the killings, raids, and massacres came from his handwriting, and now the notorious reputation of the "Fourth Prince Jin Wushu" is also faintly gaining momentum in the south.
Zongfu then repeated Wu Qimai's words to him.
Wu Shu has always been a self-willed person since he was a child, and after hearing this, he said: "Uncle is old, he has been recuperating for 12 years, and where did he get the murderous aura in the battle, his mind is also confused. Can a country be the same as the mountain village back then? Even if he wants to be the same, can he be the same as the people behind him. He misses the good old days too much, and Nianhan has changed a long time ago!"
"Fourth brother can't talk nonsense."
"How can I be nonsense, third brother, don't you think I want to be the emperor to tell the truth, there must be a big battle between the east and west courts!" After saying this, he also felt that he was a little too much, and bowed his hands, "Of course , With Your Majesty here, it's still early. However, it is imperative to plan ahead."
Zongfu said: "The fourth uncle is still able to shoot a strong bow and dance swords and spears at 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 the strategy of taking the Central Plains for a while. In the afternoon, the imperial ban on the other side of the palace suddenly became stricter, and a surprising news came out.
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A few days later, in Datong, Xijing, next to the bustling street, in the "Little Jiangnan" restaurant, Tang Minjie, dressed in a blue servant costume, wearing a headscarf and holding a teapot, ran in the lively lobby on the second floor.
"Little Jiangnan" is both a restaurant and a teahouse. It is a quite famous place in Datong City. This shop is gorgeously decorated. It is said that the owner has a background in the upper class of Jurchen. Its first floor is relatively affordable, and the second floor is relatively expensive. There are many women behind it, and it is a place where Jurchen nobles spend a lot of money. At this time, the stories and legends of martial arts and legends from the Central Plains were very popular even in the north. Tang Minjie served nearby guests, and then saw two noble businessmen coming up, and hurried over to entertain them.
The two opened the private room facing the street, Tang Minjie followed him in, introduced various dishes, and one person closed the door.
"Why did you come back so quickly..."
Tang Minjie, who was standing at the table, was wiping the table enthusiastically with a towel, and while talking in a low voice, the person at the table was Lu Mingfang, who was now in charge of Northland affairs.
"Something will happen to heaven." Lu Mingfang smiled.
"What's wrong?"
"Wu Qi bought a stroke."
"died?"
"Paralyzed."
"Okay, sir, wait..."
Tang Minjie shouted aloud, turned around and went out. After a while, he brought hot tea, appetizing pastries, etc. over: "How serious?"
"I can't die for a while, but it's enough to make Jurchen chickens and dogs jump." Tang Minjie poured the tea, and Lu Mingfang picked up the teacup and put it to his mouth, "How are you doing here?"
"There are some clues, but it's not clear yet, but if something like this happens, it seems that you have to bite the bullet."
"Why do you think so?"
"The children of Zong Han and A Gu are going to seize power."
"Infighting sounds like a good thing."
"Infighting can be compared to strength or merit."
After speaking in a low voice, the three of them were silent for a moment, and then, Lu Mingfang nodded: "After the Tian Hu incident, the teacher will no longer live in seclusion, and the preparations for accepting the Central Plains, Zong Han is almost ready, Zong Fu and the others I was following, now it seems…”
"The Mongolian people mentioned by the teacher will make Zonghan avoid rats." The man across the table said.
"Even if they care about our Huaxia Army, how much can they care about?"
"I will speed up the construction of the hospital." Tang Minjie whispered.
"Do not force."
"Okay!"
When the three of them were talking, a motorcade passed by on the street outside, loud shouts rang out in front, and the pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides. There are no such rules. This is Zong Han's motorcade passing by. The three of them saw the soldiers gathered and did not speak. Tang Minjie put the towel over his shoulders, and with a diligent smile, he turned to leave, and only turned halfway. On the premises, someone stepped a few steps and jumped out.
Under the slanting light of the spring sun, it still looks dazzling. The figure just swept across the corner of the eye, abruptly but firmly, in the sunlight, it rose to the top.
then fell
There was a bang, followed by screams, horse neighs, and confusion. Tang Minjie, Lu Mingfang and the other three were stunned for a moment.
The pedestrians on the street reacted, and the voices below also boiled...
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In the ninth year of Wu Jianshuo and the twelfth year of Tianhui, when the spring intensified, the land of the Central Plains was struggling in an embarrassing mud.
The Daqi regime, which was established by the Jurchens, is now in a state of mountains and warlords, and the life of all forces is difficult and uneasy.
In all fairness, the Daqi court, as the nominal ruler of the Central Plains, may have the best life in the years after he first surrendered to the Jurchen. At that time, Liu Yu and others played the role of pure villains, looting, looting, recruiting, digging graves, scraping people's fat, and even if there was a three-year defeat in Xiaocanghe, at least they were covered by golden men, and those in power could still survive. happy.
If it was in the history that belonged to the Song Dynasty, Liu Yu and others lived like this. Attached to the Jin Kingdom, wholeheartedly suppressed the rebellion, searched for the loyal and righteous, sent troops to attack the south, and then cried to the north to send troops... However, after the end of the battle at Xiao Canghe, everything became complicated.
The problem of spies left by the Huaxia Army after the fierce struggle has caused countless headaches. Although on the surface, they have been hunting and cleaning up the remnants of the Huaxia Army, but in private, everyone is as cautious as drinking water and knowing whether it is cold or warm. , especially Liu Yu's side, one night after the black flag left, the remnants of the Huaxia army who beat him up in the bedroom made him neurasthenia since then, and he often woke up from his sleep every night. During the day, occasionally go crazy with courtiers.
For these Chinese military spies, the reaction of all parties was fierce at first, and they all carried out cleaning from top to bottom. Later, each of them became silent and covered up, thinking that the world would be peaceful if they closed their eyes. After two years had passed, the most powerful Tian Hu started to pull out the evil thorn in his heart, and the counterattack that followed made everyone feel chills.
The Tian Hu forces changed their flags overnight.
Da Xiao, who had been entrenched in the north of the Yellow River for more than ten years, was executed silently like that.
Liu Yu went mad at that time. It is said that he was screaming, hacking and running away in the bedroom with a sword at night. Of course, not many people can be sure that such rumors are true.
In the more than ten years of war, even if the world is overturned, life can still be lived. People in rags will gradually adapt to the tragic years. Without cattle, people have to continue to plow their fields. But in this year's Central Plains, many forces found themselves in the middle of unease.
In this world, in terms of strength, the Jurchen who dominates the world is naturally the current Jurchen, and the emerging Great Golden Kingdom has won every battle and is contemptuous of everything. At the other end of the Jurchen seems to be the lingering and resurgent Wu Dynasty. However, since the collapse of Tian Hu Chaotang last year, more and more information has come out from the rugged mountains in the southwest. The most shocking thing is that Mr. Ning is still alive.
No one has confirmed all this directly, but the news in the dark has become more and more obvious. The Huaxia military has been feigning death for two years, and looking back on this spring of the ninth year of Jianshuo, it seems that it has also been infected with heavy and dark malice. In February, at the Daqi court meeting in Bianliang, a minister said, "I knew this person was pretending to be dead." He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but what he got was an embarrassing silence, which seemed to show the weight of this news. and people's feelings.
Ten years ago, this man killed the king in anger, and everyone could still think that he was reckless and incompetent. When he was crouching in the mountains of Xiaocanghe, he could also think that he was a lost dog. Defeating Xixia, it can be considered that he was brave for a while. After staying in Xiaocanghe for three years, the mourning of millions of troops, coupled with the death of the two generals of Jurchen, people's heart palpitations, they can still think that they at least Disabled... At least Ning Yi is dead.
Since then, it has survived in the southwest mountains, and it has to rely on the sale of core commodities such as iron cannons to survive, which also makes people feel emotional.
Up to now, Ning Yi is not dead. In the ignorant mountains in the southwest, every message from the past and at this time seems to be like the tentacles of a terrifying evil beast shaking conspiracy. Everywhere it passes is muddy, and every time it shakes, it will fall. tick” the malicious black silt.
At least in the Central Plains, no one can despise this power anymore. Even though there are only a few hundred thousand people, the long-standing, fierce, resolute, and violent swordsmanship has proved that this is a force that can resist the Jurchen head-on.
No one knows about the bigger move, but now, Ning Yi sits out quietly, facing the general trend of King Jin's rule over the world. Once the Jin Kingdom goes south, the mad army of the Jin Kingdom will inevitably go south, and most of them will face the other side. At that time, what will happen to the Central Plains forces in the cracks...
No one can tell...
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