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"...Hetian jade, a pair of flawless white jade cups, a pair of flawless white jade bowls, a flawless white jade brush washer and inkstone, a green jade carved dragon screen... Wu Daozi's 'Ten Saints' painting from the Tang Dynasty... a gold and jade Guanyin statue, a gold and jade Buddha shrine, a gold-leaf and jade-skinned handwritten copy of the *Lankavatara Sutra*, the *Diamond Sutra*..."

As the voice continued, a large number of precious objects and artifacts were carried into the hall. While the deputy envoy recited the list of gifts, Xu Zerun surreptitiously scrutinized the surroundings and the Jin emperor above.

As a rising power that had supplanted the Liao Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty was not a noble house with deep roots, but rather a nouveau riche who had suddenly acquired great wealth. However, this imperial city of Huining did not even show a shadow of this nouveau riche status. It occupied a considerable area, but the palace walls were made of wood, mostly willow and elm. The front yard was for offices, the back yard for residences. Only this main hall seemed to have some power, but compared to the mighty Wu Dynasty palace, this "palace" was no more than a thatched hut.

However, Xu Zerun knew in his heart that what truly defined a place was not its shape, but the people within it. Whether in a thatched hut or a yurt, the men gathered around that man in front were already a force that the entire world dared not underestimate.

Upon the throne, Wanyan Wuqimai was watching with great interest as the various treasures were carried in, one by one.

As the second emperor of the Jin Dynasty, Wanyan Wuqimai seemed at first glance to possess less of the ambition to conquer the world than his brother Aguda. He was actually larger than Aguda, and was said to be naturally strong, able to fight bears and tigers with his bare hands. Before Aguda started his rebellion, Emperor Tianzuo convened a gathering of Jurchen chieftains, demanding that each chieftain dance to amuse the emperor. Aguda refused, and Emperor Tianzuo wanted to kill him, but Wuqimai came forward as a follower and performed his specialty, capturing bears and tigers with his bare hands, amusing Emperor Tianzuo and saving Aguda's life.

But because of this, the burly man who followed Aguda and was loyal and devoted, seemed somewhat honest and simple. Although after inheriting the throne, according to others' evaluations, he did indeed inherit some of Aguda's skills, his administration was relatively peaceful and stable. Even seeing the other party, Xu Zerun couldn't help but think of a certain rumor he had heard before:

When Aguda was in power, his conduct was very frugal. He had agreed with his ministers that the wealth in the national treasury could only be used for war. If anyone violated this, no matter who it was, they would receive twenty military lashes. After Wuqimai succeeded to the throne, he was also relatively short of funds, and money had to be spent in all aspects. This emperor had come from a hard life, and could tolerate anything else, but he had a particular fondness for wine and meat. One day in March of this year, he couldn't resist and secretly took money from the national treasury to spend. When Zong Han found out, he exposed it in front of the court officials, then pulled Wuqimai down and gave him twenty lashes, after which the entire court of ministers knelt down to plead guilty.

Xu Zerun had met Wanyan Zong Han. He was one of the most terrifying ministers in the court, and might really be capable of such a thing. Of course, if it were true, it was really unknown whether it was a blessing or a curse for the Wu Dynasty.

As an envoy of the Wu Dynasty, Xu Zerun himself was originally a man of great social skills, and was good at observing faces and people. In the process of dealing with these warriors and rough men, he also knew that these people had one advantage, which was that once they had received money, they would basically do things. In the past three months, he had contacted many Jin ministers, and knew that the Jin court had been arguing about this matter. Today, although some of the ministers he knew were not present, looking at the satisfied smile on the face of the Jin emperor above, he felt that this matter should have a good outcome.

After presenting various gifts, he officially handed over the letter of credence containing various trade agreements. Wuqimai accepted it, but only glanced at it casually and put it aside, walking down from the seat.

Once he stood up, Xu Zerun felt the oppression of that huge figure. The Jurchen emperor, draped in sable brocade and fur, walked over like a giant bear and reached out to touch the porcelain and jade tribute, then picked them up and played with them for a moment. "Good things," he said in a low voice. When he saw some of the preserved meat and well-sealed jars of wine used for tribute, he couldn't help but play with them, bending down to smell them. "Really good things..."

"When we stormed the Khitan imperial palace," he said, turning to Xu Zerun, "the emperor ran away, taking many things. Some were dropped and broken along the way. Some good things were not left behind. Of course, it was also because the first group of youngsters in didn't understand at all. After the battle, they set fires everywhere..."

The face of the emperor, who was already over fifty and terrifying but also somewhat simple, looked as if he was saying "it hurts me to death." After saying this, he looked around at the pile of gifts again, and then waved his hand to a group of courtiers: "Dismissed, today dismissed. You can go back."

The courtiers began to take their leave, and Xu Zerun frowned. "Your Majesty, that... that agreement..."

"The matter has been settled." Wuqimai stood up from among the treasures, walked towards Xu Zerun, and then reached out directly to put his arm around his shoulder, saying in his rough voice, "Envoy Xu, don't think too much about it. Come, come with me. I'll show you something."

Wuqimai was a head and a half taller than him, and patted him on the back, causing him to take a step forward. At this time, the other party had already started walking out of the hall. Xu Zerun and others followed, and a few white clouds drifted in the autumn sky, and the sun had already risen, bringing a slight warmth. The emperor got into his carriage, and then had someone bring him along. "Envoy Xu, you ride with me."

Xu Zerun declined several times, but finally got in. He leaned against the carriage curtain, only sitting on half of his butt on the carriage stool, but Wuqimai pulled him, making him sit more firmly. "The road is bumpy. If you don't sit steady, you'll fall."

The emperor sat upright on the carriage, his hands pressed on his legs, with a smile on his face, looking like a giant bear sitting there.

For some reason, Xu Zerun felt somewhat flustered in his heart. After a moment, as the carriage moved forward, Wuqimai spoke.

"Envoy Xu, my brother and I have admired Han learning for many years. We know that in the south there is the Wu Dynasty, prosperous and wealthy, where everyone... can receive learning and education, and is a celestial nation. Envoy Xu, do you understand?"

Xu Zerun respectfully cupped his hands. "Zerun... understands. Your Majesty, as long as the two countries can open borders for trade and have more exchanges, soon, the Jin Dynasty..."

"Like those things you brought today, they are all good things." Wuqimai waved his hand, interrupting his long speech. "Of course, you also have problems. You always like to make some... twists and turns that we don't understand. What's the use of those? Can't figure it out, useless..."

"Of course, we also have problems." Wuqimai didn't dwell on it, and continued, "I, just ascended the throne, have enemies in the court and need to stabilize the people below. I really don't want to fight anymore. Now the Liao Dynasty is finished. You should take back Yan and You, and it would be best if we could rest for a while. But!"

He pointed his finger and emphasized his voice, "But... I absolutely don't want anyone to think that we Jurchens are afraid of war, that we dare not fight again after conquering the world! If anyone has such thoughts, they will die! Envoy Xu, do you understand?"

Xu Zerun was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "The foreign minister understands." He was happy in his heart, because when someone said this, the actual threat would no longer appear. Sure enough, Wuqimai then smiled. "It's good to understand, it's good to understand. If the people in your court also understand, then the world will be peaceful."

As they spoke, the bumpy carriage gradually stopped. Wuqimai said, "We're here, get out." He got up first, and Xu Zerun followed him out of the car. In front of him was a large row of low houses and walls, square and regular courtyards. A few trees were moving in the autumn wind. Besides Xu Zerun's group of envoys and Wuqimai's group of guards, there were not many people. The emperor stood in the courtyard, looking at the slightly desolate scene, took a deep breath, and held up a finger to the crowd beside him.

"Envoy Xu, close your eyes, listen, listen to this sound."

At this time, Xu Zerun's heart was in turmoil, full of doubts. He closed his eyes and listened. Only the rustling of the autumn wind blowing through the crowns of the trees could be heard. He couldn't hear the sounds further away clearly. When he opened his eyes, Wuqimai's whisper sounded again.

"When I was young, I used to hunt in the Changbai Mountains. To be a good hunter, ears are very important. From a great distance, I could hear the sounds of bears and tigers, their claws, stepping into the snow, the leaves, shaking gently, the wind blowing from where... a good pair of ears will save your life. Now you listen, this sound, it's really... *whoooo*..."

He waved his hand, gently imitating the sound of the wind blowing, and smiled at Xu Zerun, who looked puzzled. He also knew that many emperors might like this feeling of others not being able to figure him out, so half of his confusion was also deliberately feigned. After Wuqimai smiled, he stepped forward, heading towards a courtyard gate over there. As he walked, the last thing he said to Xu Zerun was: "By the way, Envoy Xu, did you remember what I said in the carriage?"

Xu Zerun replied, "In response to Your Majesty, I remember."

Wuqimai stepped over the small door.

Xu Zerun also followed, and the scenery unfolded in front of him, and then something dense, like millions of ants walking, spread from his spine, and his scalp tingled. His whole person tightened in that instant...

************

Shangjing, Linhuang Prefecture.

As Wanyan Xiyin entered the exquisite little courtyard, the sound of the zither rang out. He walked up the small building, pushed open the door and entered the delicate room. The woman was stroking the zither strings in front of the window, and then smiled gently at him.

He sat down in the chair and listened to the woman's playing with his eyes closed.

"Valley God" Wanyan Xiyin was considered the head of the civil officials among the Jurchens. Of course, saying that he was the head of the civil officials was mainly because he had the highest learning among the people. His knowledge of Han learning and Confucianism was not inferior to many great Confucians in the southern Wu Dynasty. A few years earlier, he had even independently created the Jurchen script.

And not only was he accomplished in learning, but among the Jurchen ministers, he was a genius with both literary and martial talents. The person whose name would later be left in history as a demon, Wanyan Zongbi, who was also Aguda's fourth son, was both respectful and fearful of him at this time.

Living in this small building was one of his concubines. Wanyan Xiyin admired Han learning, and this concubine was also a Wu Dynasty lady who had been stranded in the north, named Chen Wenjun. The two had been married for many years, and they lived in harmony and loved each other. Chen Wenjun had given Wanyan Xiyin two children in total. After Wanyan Xiyin's wife died, the position of wife had been vacant, and she had become Wanyan Xiyin's de facto wife. At this time, the Jurchens had no prejudice against the Han people, and the people in the mansion mostly called her "Han Madam" in private.

Every time he returned home, Wanyan Xiyin was accustomed to listening to the other party play a zither piece, and this time was no exception. When the soft, flowing melody stopped, Wanyan Xiyin opened his eyes and gazed at the beloved woman for a long time. Chen Wenjun stroked the zither strings, tilted her head, and smiled, "Does my husband have something on his mind?"

Wanyan Xiyin was silent for a moment, then said, "I will be going south."

***************

The view unfolded ahead.

A huge drill ground, countless flags. In front of the drill ground was a high platform. The figure in front walked towards the high platform. Below the high platform, a large group of officials in Jin Dynasty court robes were tightly bound with ropes and kneeling there. All of them were officials that Xu Zerun had visited and given gifts to. Various gifts were piled on the high platform. Because they were precious porcelain and real silver utensils, a huge charcoal brazier was burning under the high platform, and the heat was rolling, distorting the air.

Leaves swirled past underfoot.

Xu Zerun was a smart man, an extremely smart man. At the moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly, something emerged from the bottom of his heart and clenched his mind. Goosebumps accompanied by coolness surged up. Wuqimai's words in the car poured out, and then more distant things, the great rivers and mountains he had seen on the way north by boat and horse, the eyes of his wife and children when he left home, countless eyes flashed through his mind...

A strong wind blew through the drill ground, and the flags and leaves rustled. The sky and clouds stretched and rolled.

"Close your eyes, listen to this sound..."

He was still walking forward, his body was cold, and his head was numb. This was an ordinary day. He had never thought that he would see the scene in front of him. However, certain serious feelings had rushed at him in front of him, like a heavenly wind and sea rain, crashing onto the rocks.

Soldiers walked over, and weapons struck the backs of the mission, but there was no sound. At this moment, he surprisingly couldn't hear any sound. He also felt the view in front of him sway, and he was hit so hard that his knees buckled. In front of him, the emperor walked onto the high platform, the wind blew his robe, and the fur flew in the air. The huge body, fists clenched in both hands, faced countless soldiers and generals at the end of his vision. Beside him were piles of porcelain, gold, silver, and treasures like small mountains. Then, his voice rang out like thunder.

"Brothers of the Jurchens, do you know what these are—"

……

Wind and rain swept across the land. Zhou Tong and his servant were walking on the roads between the alien cities, and the rain was falling from the sky.

In Jiangning, the girl, who was called Little Seven by her family, was pushing the white-haired old man to go out and bask in the sun, watching the pedestrians passing by on the side of the road. The old man occasionally spoke, revealing a smile.

In Miao territory, a one-armed swordsman named Du Sha swung his sword, and the enemy's blood splattered on his face. Beside him, his brothers were engaged in fierce fighting with the enemy...

……

"They are treasures from the southern Wu Dynasty. Here, in front of you, you have porcelain that is worth dozens or hundreds of strings of silver. The most expensive item here, if you take it, can guarantee that you will never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life... You have Hetian jade like this, such a large piece, it can drive many people crazy. If you put it at home, it can be used as an heirloom, allowing you to pass it on for ten generations... You have calligraphy and paintings from the Tang Dynasty... You have gold and silver inlaid Buddhist scriptures... You have tributes for the Wu Dynasty emperor... You have fine wine that you can't buy even if you have money... Here, there are thousands of strings of things, good things worth hundreds of thousands or millions of strings, they are placed here—"

The wind blew across the high platform, and the emperor spread his hands in the wind. "Do you! Want them or not!"

……

In Hangzhou, the city that had experienced the war had been rebuilt. Black-awning boats glided across the peaceful waterways. In the prosperous markets, merchants shouted loudly. At the city gates, merchants and travelers came and went, a bustling scene...

In a courtyard, two green forest people quickly exchanged blows. One of them was knocked away, spitting out blood. The other raised his hand. "I'll take the lead in assassinating the Mind Devil. Who else is not convinced?"

Li Pin walked along a mountain village path. When he took water from the stream, he picked up the mud and sand in the water and smelled it at his nose. He liked the fresh scent.

He looked up, and in the mountain village below, he could vaguely see the scene of farmers coming and going. The sky was just right, and the rice was golden yellow, about to ripen.

……

"You should want them!" Wuqimai's voice echoed in the sky above Huining. "Good things, everyone should want them! I want them too! But, I don't want charity—"

"My Jurchens! Since the late Emperor started the rebellion, we have fought our way out of the White Mountains and Black Waters. In just ten years, we have swept across the entire Liao Dynasty! The former Liao people's world, all their good things, are ours! This world! The treasures and oddities of this world, aren't there more than this! What are these things—"

In a roar, he grabbed a huge rack for placing porcelain next to him and swung it violently. The rack flew into the air, and countless porcelain flew up, smashing down like a small mountain under the high platform, a sea of white, countless treasures smashing into pieces in front of everyone. Several Jin Dynasty ministers kneeling in the front were directly knocked down inside, their heads broken and bleeding...

……

In Fan Lou, graceful scholars were waving their fans, composing poems and writing lyrics. Shishi played the zither and smiled, looking at the people in front of her. Outside the window, the summer heat had faded, and the leaves were about to turn yellow.

Well, it's autumn again. Sometimes I think about it, with the long years of song and dance, another year has passed...

In the north, another convoy of goods entered the Lüliang Mountains. Hongti stood on the built stockade gate, looking at the passing merchants and travelers.

Zhou Bangyan was pouring tea in the thatched cottage, entertaining the guests who came. Song Yongping was holding a military book, surveying around a valley, and several county government soldiers were following him boredly.

In the Ning Mansion, Xiaochan clutched her belly and gave a loud cry. Suddenly, the entire Ning Mansion was in chaos...

……

The sound of things being broken was booming, followed by boxes containing gold and silver. Those golden and precious objects flew into the sky and fell into the huge charcoal stove. Wind and fire rose up.

"Porcelain! What is it—"

"Gold and silver! What are they—"

"Calligraphy and paintings! What are they—"

"Have you not seen these things before! No! You have all seen them! When you crossed the rivers and mountains of the entire Liao Dynasty, when you rushed into the cities of the Liao people, when you rushed into the Liao imperial palace, you had all seen them! Many of you took them home! You have everything! The entire Liao Dynasty's rivers and mountains are ours—"

"We are snow bears in the ice fields, we are wolf kings in the forests! We Jurchens, as long as we gather together, no one in the world can resist us. We took what we wanted in an honorable way! We took the entire Liao Dynasty, including those who are kneeling below. They were once your brothers, they once took everything they wanted in an honorable way! You know why they are kneeling here! Because when they saw these things they wanted, they actually began to accept charity! They were like dogs, accepting charity from the Wu Dynasty people, and then they were going to lobby and work for the Wu Dynasty people—"

"They are no longer Jurchens, they are dogs—"

The wind roared, the flames rose, and countless treasures like small mountains were broken, smashed into pieces, melted into gold water, and burned to ashes under the high platform. The huge emperor, like a demon, was running back and forth on the stage, throwing the priceless things towards destruction with one hand...

……

In Jiangnan, Wang Shanyue sat in a teahouse by the official road in and out of the county seat, looking at the merchants coming and going, revealing a bored smile.

In a dark little room, Cheng Zhouhai was summarizing the information at hand, occasionally recording useful information in the small notebook beside him, calculating the steps and success rate of harming people.

Shi Jin threw the man who was causing trouble and going crazy in the tavern out of the door smoothly, and then turned around to drink his own corner of wine. The pedestrians on the street looked at the man on the ground, startled, and then walked past from the side, each doing their own thing. Shi Jin's subordinates then rushed up, kicking and punching him.

In the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Cai Jing wrote a good piece of calligraphy, waiting for it to dry in the autumn wind, and then sat there, instructing the butler beside him: "This one is good, have it framed later."

The sunlight shone in, and the autumn wind stroked the paper. On the corner of the undried ink, there was such writing: ...Elegantly presented to my virtuous brother, Hui.

In the fragrance of ink, there was a slight fragrance of tea and books, which was the demeanor of a gentleman.

……

"These envoys of the Wu Dynasty, turned them into dogs! They brought so many things, in the final analysis, they are afraid of us! They are afraid that we will beat them, but do we want to beat them? We don't—"

"For a long time, we have regarded the Wu Dynasty as a brotherly nation, regarding them as brothers! But what have these brothers done! When fighting the Liao people, they didn't put in any effort! After the fight, they jumped around secretly, like annoying rats! They incited Zhang Jue to rebel, they took in the remnants of the Liao Dynasty! They sent money everywhere in our territory, bribing and corrupting my people! They are digging at my flesh, they are alienating your brothers! And these people below, are the guys who were turned from people into dogs by them!"

"They! Live in the warmest places! They have the best mountains and rivers, and countless good things! Unfortunately, they are not people! They are dogs! They only have infighting, and never sharp teeth and claws! Have we Jurchens ever been stingy with our brothers? Have we Jurchens ever been petty with our friends? When fighting the Liao Dynasty, they made no contributions. We were the ones who conquered them, and then gave the things to them! So that they can be happy, so that they can boast, but when they turn around, they stab you in the back! They stab my people in the back! They have ruined all of these brothers of yours—"

"But it's also good—" Wuqimai spread his hands, shaking the sleeves of his robe in the wind and fire, "They have come over, telling us what they have, they have so many, so good things. And I can see that you want them, haha, but we don't want these dog-feeding things on the stage. But there are countless things, there are ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times better things, all in the south—"

……

In the south of the earth, beyond Yanmen Pass, there is the warmest land, the best water and soil, the most suitable sunshine and weather. Year after year, they nourish the people of this land, giving them the best cradle for survival and reproduction.

For thousands of years, they have built great and brilliant civilizations here, generation after generation. They will also experience wars, but soon they will reunite and recast order. Now, large-scale wars have passed here for more than two hundred years. Between the mountains and green waters, cities and villages are full of peace and tranquility. When the sun rises, farmers walk out of the houses in the villages, working from sunrise. Shops open in the city, craftsmen drink hot porridge, take the tools to find job. Soldiers guard the city gates, chatting while checking the passing merchants. Boatmen prop up oars on the river. By the sea, fishermen set up sailboats and start their work for the day. Their families shake their arms on the beach. The sound of the suona rings, and the wedding procession walks across the bluestone bridge. The bride in the sedan chair waits happily and nervously for the arrival of another life. Smoke curls in the Buddhist temples, and Taoists in Taoist temples do exercises to nourish their health. On the cliffs of the lush mountains, the huge Buddha heads carved by stonemasons begin to gradually reveal their clues.

This is a world where thousands of lives and countless treasures gather...

In the winding mansions, a new life is being born. It opens its eyes and lets out its first loud cry. The mother feels joy in the midst of great pain, and someone puts their hands together, overflowing with tears...

……

All things, like small mountains, fell down.

"Since they are dogs, since they have reminded us, since you really want them. Then we will take them honorably! Today, let these ministers from the Wu Dynasty be our sacrifice to the flag—"

Xu Zerun's thoughts had long since subsided, and gradually floated up again. He had already been able to guess what the other party was going to do. Between the blurred light and shadow and the floating thoughts, his soul was torn apart on both the inside and outside of his body. He didn't know when, but he had already stood up, rushed out, shouting and wanting to rush towards the figure on the high platform. He didn't know what he was scolding, but under the high platform, someone had already stopped him—

"Don't stop him, let him come up, let me—show you—"

"A foolish ruler, the hundreds of millions of citizens of my Wu Dynasty will surely..."

They watched the figure rush onto the high platform, crashing straight into Wuqimai. However, the bear-like emperor grabbed him with one hand, and then slammed him down on the small mountain-like ceramic ruins with a backhand. He punched down twice, and the body had already twisted. He pulled the person up again, stomped on him, tore off the other party's arm, blood gushing out, and then with three bangs, the bear tore the whole person apart alive, blood splattering towards the huge royal flag pole, and also splattering on his whole body.

"Long live the Jurchens—" The bear's roar swept across the sky. In the response that shook the earth like thunder, countless blades fell, countless blood spouted, and under the autumn sky, the emperor was covered in blood, opening his big hands, "We—"

His voice was as thick as a demon's, "Set out—"

Clouds, swept in.