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In March, the capital of the Jin Dynasty, Tianhui, the warm atmosphere had arrived as scheduled. Search: \\(¨Complete¨Book¨God¨Station¨\\) to read high-quality literature for free.

It was an ordinary day.

When the convoy passed the fields by the roadside, it stopped slightly. The person in the central carriage lifted the curtain and looked at the green fields outside. Farmers were kneeling by the roadside and in the fields.

So the person in the carriage put down the curtain again: "Let's go, let's go."

The convoy and the guarding army continued to move forward.

The formation stretched, and the dragon flag fluttered. Sitting in the carriage was Emperor Wanyan Wugumai of the Jin Dynasty, returning to the palace. He was fifty-nine years old this year, wearing sable fur, and his body was as huge as an old bear. His eyes also looked slightly dim. He, who was originally good at charging into battle and could wield wind and thunder with both arms, was now old. The pain left on the battlefield in his early years had been缠绕ing him in the past two years, causing this Jurchen emperor, who had been steady and benevolent in his internal administration after his ascension to the throne, to occasionally become irritable and, occasionally, begin to reminisce about the past.

"I remember when I first settled down in Tianhui, there were not so many fields here, and the palace was not very big. I could see you in front and people living behind, and raising some pigs, horses, chickens and ducks inside. I often came out to take a look, and there weren't so many carriages and horses. I didn't see people kneeling at every turn, saying they were preventing assassins. I've killed countless people, what am I afraid of assassins?"

As the old man spoke, Wanyan Zongfu in the carriage nodded in agreement: "However, the country is big, and slowly there must be some dignity and attention to detail, otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be easy to manage."

"Look at the Emperor of the Wu Dynasty, he also pays attention to detail, but attention to detail can't be eaten." Wugumai said, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't mind, I'm too idle, I can't wait for an assassin to come and move my hands and feet."

"Uncle's martial arts have not been put down. Yesterday at the drill ground, nephew witnessed it." Zongfu said.

"Opening a bow at the drill ground, the target won't fight back. My skills are ultimately wasted. Recently, I'm suffering from pain everywhere, I'm old."

Among Aguda's sons, the eldest son passed away the earliest, and the second son Zongwang was originally a brilliant figure. He also died a few years ago in the Southern and Northern wars due to old injuries. Now the third son Zongfu and the fourth son Zongbi lead. Zongfu's temperament is kind and amiable, and Wugumai likes him relatively more. During the casual conversation, the carriage entered the city. Wugumai opened the curtain of the carriage again and looked outside for a while. This prosperous city, including the entire land, was built by him with twelve years of effort. If he hadn't become the emperor, these twelve years, he should have been charging and conquering in high spirits.

"Nianhan is also old." After watching for a while, Wugumai said this.

Zongfu lowered his head: "The two uncles are healthy, and at least they can still have twenty years of high-spirited years. By then, our Jin Dynasty should have unified the world, and the two uncles can settle down and enjoy their blessings."

"These are words you say... you have to admit that you are old." Wugumai waved his hand, "The Han people have a saying, 'The crock pot will inevitably break by the well, and the general will inevitably die on the battlefield.' Even if you are lucky enough not to die, half of your life will be spent on the battlefield. I don't regret my life on the battlefield, but, seeing that I'm sixty years old, Nianhan is five years younger than me, it wouldn't be surprising if he suddenly left one day. Old nephew, the world is nothing more than a few hills."

Zongfu listened respectfully. Wugumai leaned back in his chair, recalling the past: "When I started the uprising with my brother, it was just those few hills, where the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard, cutting trees, dragging water, fishing, and hunting, it was just these people. This world... has been conquered, but there are not many people left. I see Niao Jianu (Nianhan's nickname) once a year, and he still has that bad temper... His temper is bad, but, he won't block the way for you young people. Don't worry, tell A Si, and he can rest assured too."

"Yes." Zongfu said.

"Letting Nianhan be there at the beginning was reasonable, we didn't have many people to begin with... and there's Wushi (Wanyan Xiyin), I know A Si is afraid of him, alas, when all is said and done, he is your uncle, what's there to be afraid of, Wushi is a heaven-sent figure, his intelligence, you have to learn. He hits A Si, which means A Si is wrong, do you think he hits everyone, but if you can learn some superficial knowledge, it will be enough to maintain the status quo... You young people, these years, have learned many bad things..."

Wugumai rambled on, shaking his head and sighing, just like every old person's disappointment with the decadence of young people. Zongfu listened, nodding and accepting the lesson from time to time. On the way back to the palace, Wugumai began to review the memorials, dismissing Zongfu. After Zongfu returned to the palace, Zongbi came. This year, Zongbi was thirty-seven years old, and he was one of the most high-spirited radicals among the younger generation of Jurchens. During the "search of mountains and seas" a few years ago, Zongfu was in charge of the East Route Army, and Zongbi was the vanguard. The large-scale killings, raids, and massacres in Jiangnan were mostly his work. Now the infamous name of "Fourth Prince Jin Wushu" is faintly gaining momentum in the South.

Zongfu then relayed Wugumai's words to him.

Wushu had always been stubborn since he was a child, and his expression was displeased after hearing this: "Uncle is old, he has rested for twelve years, where has he put the murderous aura on the battlefield, his brain is also confused. Now this vast country, can it be the same as that mountain village, even if you want it to be the same, can the people following behind be the same. He misses the good old days too much, Nianhan has changed long ago!"

"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense, third brother, don't think that I want to be the emperor so I'm stirring up trouble, there must be a big battle between the two courts of the East and West!" After he said these words, he also felt that he had gone too far, and cupped his hands, "Of course, with His Majesty here, this matter is still early. However, we must prepare for a rainy day."

Zongfu said: "Fourth Uncle was still able to draw a strong bow and wield swords and spears at the hunting ground this time. Although he has had some illnesses recently, there should be no major problems."

The two brothers chatted for a while, and then talked about the strategy of taking over the Central Plains. In the afternoon, the palace that was over there suddenly became heavily guarded, and shocking news came out.

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

A few days later, Xijing Datong, on the bustling streets, "Little Jiangnan" restaurant, Tang Minjie dressed in a blue servant's outfit, wearing a headscarf, running around the bustling second-floor lobby, carrying a teapot.

"Little Jiangnan" is both a restaurant and a teahouse, and is a well-known place in Datong City. This shop is luxuriously decorated. It is said that the owner has a background in the upper echelons of the Jurchens. Its first floor is affordable, the second floor is relatively expensive, and there are many women raised in the back, which is a place where Jurchen nobles spend a lot of money. At this time, the second floor was filled with storytelling and singing - martial arts stories and legendary stories from the Central Plains are also very popular in the North. Tang Minjie waited on the nearby guests, and then saw two noble merchants coming up, and quickly went over to greet them.

The two opened a private room facing the street. Tang Minjie followed in and introduced various dishes, one person closed the door.

"Why did you come back so quickly..."

Standing by the table, Tang Minjie wiped the table enthusiastically with a towel, while speaking in a low voice. One of the people at the table was Lu Mingfang, who is now in charge of the Northern affairs.

"Something happened in Tianhui." Lu Mingfang said with a smile.

"What happened?"

"Wugumai had a stroke."

"Is he dead?"

"He's paralyzed."

"Okay, sir, you wait..."

Tang Minjie shouted loudly, turned around and went out. After a while, he brought hot tea, appetizers and other things: "How serious is it?"

"He won't die for the time being, but it's enough to make the Jurchens panic." Tang Minjie poured tea. Lu Mingfang picked up the teacup and put it to his mouth. "How is it on your side?"

"There are some clues, but it's not clear yet, but with this kind of thing happening, it seems that I have to bite the bullet."

"Why do you think so?"

"Zonghan and the younger generation of Aguda want to seize power."

"Internal strife sounds like a good thing."

"Internal strife can be compared to military strength, or it can be compared to merit."

The low voice stopped here, and the three of them were silent for a moment. Then, Lu Mingfang nodded: "After the Tian Hu incident, the teacher no longer lived in seclusion. Zonghan is almost ready for the preparation to take over the Central Plains, and Zongfu and the others are already following up, now it seems..."

"The Mongols mentioned by the teacher should make Zonghan hesitate, right." The person across the table said.

"Even if they are afraid of our Huaxia Army, how much can they be afraid of?"

"I will speed up the matter of the Great 造院." Tang Minjie said in a low voice.

"Don't force yourself."

"Okay!"

As the three were talking, a convoy passed by on the street outside. A loud shout rang out in front, and pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides - at this time, if Jin Dynasty officials patrolled in the Central Plains, pedestrians on the road would have to kneel and worship, but there was no such rule in the Jin Dynasty - this was Zonghan's convoy passing by. The three saw the soldiers gathering and did not speak any further. Tang Minjie draped the wiping cloth over his shoulder, and with a courteous smile, he was about to turn around and leave. Halfway through the turn, someone stepped out of the house diagonally opposite.

The spring sun shone down diagonally, still appearing dazzling. The figure simply flashed past the corner of the eye, abrupt but firm, in that sunlight, wielding the might of a thousand catties.

Then it fell down -

With a bang, followed by screams, horse hisses, and chaotic sounds, 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 up...

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

In the ninth year of Wujian Shuo, when the spring of the twelfth year of Tianhui became stronger, the Central Plains was struggling in a patch of awkward mud.

The Great Qi regime, established by the Jurchens, is now in a state of numerous hills and warlord separatism, and the lives of all forces are difficult and uneasy.

Objectively speaking, the best days for the Great Qi Dynasty, as the nominal ruler of the Central Plains, may have been in the few years after it first surrendered to the Jurchens. At that time, Liu Yu and others played purely villainous roles, searching, plundering, conscripting soldiers, digging people's graves, and scraping people's fat and people's ointment. Even if there were three years of defeat in Xiaocang River later, at least the people above were covered by the Jin people, and the powerful people could still live happily.

If it were in that history belonging to the Song Dynasty, Liu Yu and others would have lived like this. Relying on the Jin Dynasty, wholeheartedly suppressing rebellions, searching for loyal and righteous people, sending troops to attack the South, and then crying to the North to request the sending of troops... However, after the war of Xiaocang River ended, everything became complicated.

The problem of spies left behind by the fierce resistance of the Huaxia Army caused countless headaches. Although on the surface they have been searching and clearing out the remnants of the Huaxia Army, in private, the degree of caution among the people is like a person drinking water, knowing whether it is hot or cold. Especially Liu Yu's side, the Huaxia Army remnant who broke into his bedroom one night after the Black Flag left and beat him up, caused him to become neurasthenic from then on, often waking up from his dreams every night, and occasionally going crazy at the courtiers during the day.

For these Huaxia Army spies, the reactions from all sides were fierce at first, and they carried out top-down cleaning, and later each turned into silence and cover-up, thinking that closing their eyes would bring peace to the world. After two years passed, the most powerful Tian Hu set out to拔掉 this evil thorn in his heart, and the subsequent counterattack also chilled everyone's hearts.

Tian Hu's power changed hands overnight.

The great枭 who had been entrenched north of the Yellow River for more than ten years was executed silently.

Liu Yu went crazy at that time, and it is said that he shouted, slashed, and ran away in his bedroom at night with a sword in his hand. Of course, not many people can be sure that these rumors are true.

In the decade or so of war, even if the world collapsed, life still had to go on, and ragged people would gradually adapt to the sad years. Without cattle, people would carry plows and continue to cultivate the land. But in this year in the Central Plains, many forces found themselves seemingly in an uneasy crack.

In this world, in terms of strength, the one who reigns over the world is naturally the current Jurchen, the emerging Jin Dynasty, invincible and disdainful of everything. At the other end of the Jurchens, it seems to be the Wu Dynasty, which is lingering on its last breath and shining brightly. However, since the collapse of the Tian Hu court last year, more and more information has come out of the rugged mountains in the Southwest, the most terrifying of which is that Mr. Ning is still alive.

No one has confirmed all of this head-on, but the news in the dark has become more and more obvious. The Huaxia Army has been pretending to be dead for two years in a规规矩矩manner. Looking back in the spring of the ninth year of Jian Shuo, it seems to be stained with heavy, deep black malice. In February, at the Great Qi court meeting in Bianliang, a minister laughed and said, "I knew that this person was pretending to be dead" and wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but what he got was an embarrassing silence, which seemed to show the weight of this news and everyone's feelings.

Ten years ago, this person killed the emperor in a fit of anger, and everyone could think that he was reckless. When he was in Xiaocang River, he could also think that he was just a stray dog. Defeating Xixia could be regarded as his temporary courage. After the three years of Xiaocang River, the wailing of millions of troops, coupled with the death of two Jin Dynasty generals, people could think that at least they had crippled them... at least Ning Yi was dead.

After that, he苟延残喘 in the mountains of the Southwest, relying on selling core commodities such as cannons to make a hard living. This also made people sigh, after all, a hero is at the end of his road, born at the wrong time.

Until now, Ning Yi is not dead. In the ignorant mountains of the Southwest, every piece of information in the past and at this time looks like the conspiracy tentacles of a terrifying beast. Wherever it passes is mud, and every swing has to drop "drip, drip" black silt full of malice.

At least in the Central Plains, no one can underestimate this force anymore. Even if it is only a mere hundreds of thousands of people, its long-standing sword-walking slant, fierceness, resoluteness and violence, and the accumulated victories, have proved that this is a force that can face the Jurchens head-on.

Everyone still cannot know the bigger actions, but now, Ning Yi is sitting out quietly, facing the general trend of the Jin Dynasty reigning over the world. Once the Jin Dynasty goes south - the Jin Dynasty will inevitably go south - this crazy army will probably meet them head-on, and at that time, what will happen to the Central Plains forces in the cracks...

No one can say it...

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