Chapter 1 The Current Situation

At this time, Yanjing City was the Nanjing system of the Liao Dynasty. The palace city, or imperial city, was located in the southwest of the city, occupying more than a quarter of the entire city. Moreover, the southwest palace walls simply shared the city gates with Yanjing City’s city walls... It was a typical case of large area, few people, and drafts everywhere.

This directly led to a major problem in defending the palace city.

Previously, the Grand Prince had transferred the Hezha Meng'an because the New Army and the Yanyun aristocratic families were all in the northern city. However, he did not expect to be easily taken advantage of by Talan, Yin Shu Ke, Tai Yu, and others.

Since Helishilie Taiyu and others had seized the palace city by taking advantage of the situation, they did not dare to stay in the palace city, given their strength.

In this case, the Shangshu Terrace (Council of State), located near the center of the city, became the best choice. The area there was small, but the surrounding walls were built according to the palace wall standards, which was easy to defend, and the large hall in the center was also convenient for surveillance and control.

In fact, this was an important reason why Wushu chose to act at the Shangshu Terrace to eliminate Nianhan that year.

"What do you want to do again?"

In the twilight, the dark walls of the Shangshu Terrace loomed under the firelight. After watching Zheng Xiunian turn back to the Qin residence to report the news, Hong Ya suddenly noticed Qin Hui’s hesitant posture and immediately stepped forward to ask.

"I'm wondering whether to return to the Grand Prince's side," Qin Hui said in a low voice in the dark night. "If necessary, persuade him to come and see the Emperor in person."

Hong Ya frowned for a moment, because he instinctively sensed the other party's slipperiness.

After all, even at this point, the situation was only a fifty-fifty chance of winning. If he still insisted on being on the Grand Prince's side on the surface at this time, then if things didn't work out tonight, Qin Hui might be able to get rid of suspicion by taking advantage of the chaos and some tacit silence. If things worked out tonight, this guy would still be a recognized hero.

It could only be said that he had a good plan.

But at the same time, Hong Ya had to admit that with the Emperor in hand and the Shangshu Terrace in sight, the war in which Elubu and Jiagu Wulibu suppressed the New Army private soldiers of the three major clans was irreversible. The most important thing at this time was to quickly get the Grand Prince himself to the Shangshu Terrace... Whether by deceiving him, luring him, imprisoning him, or even shooting him with an arrow outside the gate of the Shangshu Terrace, the Grand Prince had to be brought over and controlled.

At this time, it would be beneficial to the situation for Qin Hui, who had not revealed any obvious flaws, to return to the Grand Prince's side and encourage the Grand Prince to come to the Shangshu Terrace from an inside perspective.

Therefore, Hong Ya just frowned, but did not object, and did not even dare to snort coldly.

Seeing that Hong Ya did not object, Qin Hui made up his mind and took the initiative to talk to Wanyan Talan and Helishilie Taiyu to express his intentions. As expected, the two of them did not express anything extra and let him leave calmly.

In the dark, Qin Hui secretly left with a few guards, without attracting the attention of others. Soon, under the protection of a group of soldiers and riding a horse, the Emperor and Empress, Wanyan Helie and Empress Peiman, arrived at the Shangshu Terrace.

It is said that the chaos in Yanjing City had become big enough in terms of both scale and impact. Of course, the Shangshu Terrace had heard the commotion and reacted. When the crowd arrived at the outer gate of the Shangshu Terrace, the gate was tightly closed, and there were lighting braziers and armed soldiers guarding the high walls above.

However, all of this quickly disintegrated with a word from Wulinda Zanmo, who took the initiative to come to the gate:

"I am Wulinda Zanmo, Minister of the Ministry of Rites. The Emperor and Empress are here, as well as Marshal Talan, Commander Yin Shuke, General Helishilie, and Hong Chengzhi. Open the gate quickly to welcome them!"

With just one shout, the soldiers behind the wall panicked. After a moment, the gate of the Shangshu Terrace was opened directly.

The crowd protected the Emperor and Empress and poured in. Seeing that the interior of the Shangshu Terrace was still dark, Talan hurriedly reprimanded, demanding that the soldiers and scribes who stayed behind light the lights, so that they would be brightly lit to prevent the Emperor and Empress from tripping... Of course, everyone knew that this was also to facilitate monitoring of the central main hall.

Soon, as the crowd rushed into the main hall, the entire Shangshu Terrace quickly became bright, even giving a sense of being brightly lit, and it was still getting brighter... even becoming excessively bright.

At a distance of dozens of steps from the central hall of the Shangshu Terrace, Talan and Helishilie, who were walking on either side of the Emperor and Empress, seemed to be the first to notice something, and then began to slowly slow down their pace, trying to observe.

But it was too late.

The night wind howled, the firelight was dazzling, and the doors of the central hall of the Shangshu Terrace, which was five doors wide, suddenly opened completely. Hundreds of armored soldiers swarmed out from the four side doors, and in the midst of the tide of armored soldiers, several figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

That wasn't all. More armored soldiers poured out from the surrounding side halls and厢房 (xiāngfáng, wing-rooms).

At this moment, unlike the panicked stops of the people beside him, and even the instinctive reaching for their swords, Emperor Wanyan Helie was not surprised but delighted, and actually greeted them directly:

"Fourth Uncle! Prime Minister Xiyin!"

These two titles caused Hong Ya's heart to sink to the bottom, and also caused most of the accompanying palace guards and Helishilie's military officers to panic completely.

Wanyan Xiyin, with a gloomy face, stepped forward to support Helie, while Wanyan Wushu, standing behind the door of the main hall, only nodded slightly to Helie. Then, with the support of Taishi Nu, he limped out of the hall. When he came to the very front of the main hall, he just glanced at Helishilie Taiyu, Wanyan Talan, Wanyan Yin Shuke, and of course, Hong Ya, and they felt completely chilled.

After a day of hard work, they had actually fallen into someone else's trap!

Of course, there was also Wulinda Zanmo, who had been at the front of the team, who did not panic. Without hesitation, he directly supported the somewhat bewildered little Empress, lowered his head and stepped forward, turning into the door to find the Emperor and Xiyin.

"Uncle Talan, General Yin Shuke, General Taiyu."

For some reason, Wushu, who had clearly succeeded in the ambush and was standing on the steps of the Shangshu Terrace, did not have the aura of dominance, but rather the bitterness he had shown here during the day. "Let me make it clear first... I know your difficulties, and I don't intend to pursue anyone's guilt for entering the palace today... As for you, if you feel unwilling and want to try again, we are only a dozen steps away, why not come over and kill me with a knife? I am not wearing armor today."

Talan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Like Yin Shuke on the side, he only looked at Helishilie Taiyu.

Helishilie Taiyu held the saber in his hand and remained silent for a long time before finally opening his mouth with difficulty: "Fourth Prince... if you are sincere in stopping the chaos, why didn't you wait in the palace from the beginning?"

"Because I didn't plan to stop you at the beginning, and I didn't know you would make such a big fuss," Wushu shook his head in response. "It was Prime Minister Xiyin who persuaded me for a long time, and then accidentally learned something I couldn't let go of, so I had to ask General Yelu Ma Wu to come forward, plus a few private soldiers to wait here... Even Minister Wulinda was stopped outside the palace by Prime Minister Xiyin temporarily."

Helishilie Taiyu turned his head back and glanced at many people on the steps, and then looked at Yelu Ma Wu standing by the outer gate. Finally, he became frustrated... After all, he didn't have the courage to openly attack Prince Wei, the Emperor, the Empress, and Capital Supervisor Prime Minister Wanyan Xiyin, Minister of the Ministry of Rites Wulinda Zanmo in such a fair and square setting, with equal strength on both sides.

Or rather, from the moment Wushu appeared here, everyone knew that they had failed.

"Prince Wei!"

Taiyu turned back. "You have to swear in person to pardon everyone in this Shangshu Terrace, and you have to stop the Grand Prince from retaliating afterward before I can believe you..."

"I can't make this oath."

Wushu sighed. "Because I said before, if I hadn't accidentally learned something I couldn't let go of today, I wouldn't have come here... Today, everyone here can be pardoned, but there is one person who, if that matter is verified, I will definitely kill!"

Speaking of this, Wushu looked at a figure standing a little further down the steps: "Hong Chengzhi... come forward!"

Hong Ya stood in place, knowing that it would be difficult today, but for some reason, he was not afraid, but instead mustered up inexplicable courage and sneered on the spot: "Prince Wei, are you Jurchens in chaos and want a rootless and baseless Han Chinese like me to be a scapegoat?! Do you think the people in Yanjing City are blind? After today, the New Army on the periphery will directly defect, and you will only be able to escape in a hurry. On the way of escape, everyone will inevitably suspect each other and fight fiercely! And all these things today, aren't the roots in Huolu, aren't they in you?!"

"Hong Chengzhi, I only ask you one sentence."

Wushu had no intention of refuting. He calmly waited for the other party to finish scolding before speaking seriously. "Tonight, when I and Xiyin were discussing you Southern Han Chinese, when we talked about you... I won't mention the time in Zhending, but Taishi Nu suddenly remembered something. He said that on that day in Huolu, he was ordered to take Yu Yunwen to seek peace, but as soon as he arrived at the front line, Yu Yunwen shouted that Yue Fei was coming from behind... What's going on? How did Yu Yunwen know that Yue Fei had already arrived at that time?"

Hong Ya was silent.

In fact, he could have continued to argue, for example, Yu Yunwen was just imitating the old tricks of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, saying that Wushu pardoned the actual rebellion, but wanted to kill him alone because of his words. At worst, he could continue to scold and bite the point that the main responsibility was Wushu's defeat... But he may have realized that Wushu would never forgive any Huolu-related incidents, and would never let him go tonight, so he didn't do so, but remained silent.

Not only that, but in silence, a strange thought gradually arose in Hong Ya's heart, a strange thought that gradually gave him the courage to face all this.

On the other side, seeing Hong Ya's silence, Wushu finally sighed: "I know Hong Chengzhi must be unconvinced, and I know you must be thinking that it was I, Wushu, who fought a defeat in Huolu with sixteen ten-thousand-households, that led to many other incidents, but things are separate, in any case, you leaked military information, causing tens of thousands of displaced soldiers to be unable to return north, are all..."

"That's right!"

Under the firelight, in front of the main gate of Yanjing Shangshu Terrace, among countless armored soldiers, Hong Ya suddenly turned red and shouted loudly, but after all, he was still afraid to move at the edge of life and death. "It was I who saved Yu Yunwen's life and informed him of the battle situation in Hejian that you could not return north!"

Wushu was stunned.

"You barbarians! Ignorant and immoral! You only know how to kill and plunder! You are simply crude and laughable!" Hong Ya stood in place and continued to point to Wushu in front of him, and then turned to Yin Shuke, Helishilie Taiyu, and even Wanyan Talan. "If it weren't for the threat of weapons, do you really think that I, a dignified palace graduate, would be willing to flatter you in front of you, full of fishy smell? I've long wanted to send you all to hell!"

"This guy actually admitted it." Yin Shuke smiled awkwardly, saying something that was obviously half a beat late, and no one paid attention to him.

"Kill him!" Talan heard the last sentence and was somewhat sad.

"In the past, you could still talk about the victor being the king, bragging about the power of your armor, and it seemed that there was a saying for any陋习 (lòuxí, malpractice) or disgusting thing, and even the fishy smell on your body could be associated with hard work... Who told you to be strong? You can say anything! But what about now? What else do you have now?! Without the knife on your waist, and tearing off this mask, what else do you have?! Is it the money braid behind your head?!"

As he spoke, Hong Ya actually took a small step forward, and it was this step that actually caused panic around him. Many armed soldiers actually took half a step back, looking nervously at this unarmed scholar.

"Kill him!"

Helishilie Taiyu swallowed, seeming a little eager.

On the other hand, Wanyan Wushu and the hall behind him were silent for a moment.

Hearing the order, a guard next to Helishilie Taiyu glanced nervously at the silent Fourth Prince Wushu before慌乱 (huāngluàn, flustered) taking out his knife.

"Come on, kill me! Let the world know that I, Hong, am not a Song traitor, but a spy who has been lurking with his heart!"

At this time, Hong Ya, who was like a madman, no longer cared about anything.

"Wanyan Wushu, if I die today, I can still be given a reputation by you! Though I die, I still live! But what can you Jurchen dogs do if you run away to Huining Prefecture? You have to return the gold and jewels robbed by the previous generation, and continue to suffer poverty and hardship! The next generation has to kneel down to the Southern Official's family in order to protect the books they read, and be dogs and cattle and sons!"

"Shut up!" It was Wulinda Zanmo who shouted from the front.

"You were all dead in the Battle of Huolu!"

"Kill him!" Wulinda Zanmo urged desperately.

"Leaving Yanjing, the Great Jin Kingdom will also perish!" Hong Ya's face was ferocious, and he was not afraid, and even took another step forward. "Come and kill me!"

"Kill him quickly!" Wulinda Zanmo finally roared beside Wushu.

With the last sentence, the guard who had been panicking and cowering in front of Hong Ya finally stabbed out with a knife under the urging from behind. With just one knife, without any miracle, Hong Ya felt unbearable pain, covered his stomach, fell down and struggled, and then wailed肆 (sì, unrestrainedly), and could no longer speak.

Like most people in this world, he was still afraid of pain and death.

The guard hurried forward and stabbed him several times in a row, quickly stabbing him in a fatal place. Hong Ya quickly lost his strength to struggle and made no extra sound, only lying on the steps in front of the Shangshu Terrace, weakly waiting for his life to dissipate.

At this time, Hong Ya had lost his basic sense of touch and reaction ability. He had only one feeling, that was, it was too cold, his whole body was icy cold, and then only one thought lingered until the last bit of his life, before it dissipated with it... That was, now that he had mustered up his courage and publicly scolded the Jurchens, and admitted that merit, not to say that he would disturb the Official's family, but could he touch his '上线 (shàngxiàn, contact)' the Jingse Commandery Prince, so that he could be rated as a martyr and enter the Yuetai?

"This matter ends here."

I don't know how long it took before Wushu spoke, and he still looked bitter. "Next, I and Prime Minister Xiyin have already discussed it, and we will ask the Emperor to issue an edict later... The matter of entering the palace without authorization today cannot be pursued, and only the chief culprits of the Han, Zuo, and Liu families will be诛 (zhū, executed)... After dawn, when my elder brother is together, we will call out the Yanyun aristocratic families in the city, and the two sides will divide the weapons and gold and silver in the treasury equally... To save further incidents."

Speaking of this, Wushu was a little helpless, but he still had to say: "This is something that can't be helped. The chaos tonight is destined to be unstoppable. When the news spreads, I'm afraid the New Army on the periphery will immediately defect and surrender... We have to leave as soon as possible... Leave through Gubeikou! At this time, if we can't have a good relationship with the remaining Yanyun aristocratic families, we will only perish as a country."

Talan withdrew his gaze from Hong Ya's body and shook his head repeatedly: "Although that's true, if we can't negotiate peace, we will eventually be pursued and beaten... Today we are friendly with the Yanyun aristocratic families and escape Yanjing, but tomorrow in Zhongjing Road, how can we be 'friendly' with the Mongols to get to Liaodi? When we get to Liaodi, how can we be 'friendly' with the Koreans? When we get to Huanglong Prefecture, do we still have to be friendly with the Bohai people and the Khitans... And by then, I don't know what new conditions Zhao will have, I'm afraid even the Emperor will have to die?"

"I know the severity of this matter," Wushu said in a deep voice after the other party finished speaking. "I will have something to say at that time, at least to let that Official draw a complete 道 (dào, path)... No longer playing cat and mouse."

Talan shook his head repeatedly, obviously not believing.

Wanyan Yin Shuke and Helishilie Taiyu also had fluctuating expressions for a while, not knowing what they were thinking.

With the lack of a third force to fish in troubled waters, the night's chaos ended quickly. As everyone thought, the Han, Zuo, and Liu families seemed to have a lot of New Army power in their hands, but those people were far inferior to the remnants led by Elubu and others in terms of both combat experience and general quality.

The armory was quickly retaken. Although the Emperor was very dissatisfied with the deaths of Han Fang and Zuo Yuan, he did not dare to violate his foster father and fourth uncle, as well as the consensus of almost everyone, including another prestigious Capital Supervisor Deputy Prime Minister Wanyan Xiyin.

Early the next morning, he repeatedly issued edicts. First, naturally, he pardoned all the rebels of yesterday. Then, with Wanyan Xiyin in charge, he took overall control of the evacuation of the Jurchen clan from Yanjing. At the same time, he opened the treasury and demanded that all officials in Yanjing City who had official positions but were unwilling to follow the Jurchen clan out of the fortress come to领取 (lǐngqǔ, claim)財货 (cáihuò, money and goods) and military equipment according to their rank... As for the remaining grain, it was simply distributed to the people in the city in the name of compensation for the chaos last night at the suggestion of Wanyan Xiyin.

Of course, this arrangement was impossible to satisfy everyone.

On the contrary, under the so-called good gathering and散 (sàn, scattering), there was all sorts of dissatisfaction that was forcibly suppressed by the army... Almost no one认可 (rènkě, agreed with) this result.

The young Emperor could not forget the death of his teacher. He did not even dare to ask afterward whether it was Helishilie's gang or his foster father's good son who did it.

The Grand Prince was particularly angry about Helishilie's actions, but in the face of the Fourth Prince, Xiyin, and the Emperor's coalition, even he could only suppress his anger.

Helishilie and others also clearly had some dissatisfaction with the failure of yesterday's actions, as well as anxiety about being settled afterward.

As for the so-called Jurchen clan and the Yandi aristocratic families, when it really came to this moment, it was not so neat... No one in the Jurchen clan was willing to leave Yanjing. Some of them had even lived on the banks of the Yellow River further south for more than ten years, how were they willing to suddenly return to the so-called 白山黑水 (báishān-hēishuǐ, Changbai Mountains and Heilongjiang River area)?

Not to mention, the Jurchen nobles were leaving in such a hurry that they simply could not bring all the gold, jewels, and military equipment with them, and could only divide them with the Yandi aristocratic families, exchanging財货 (cáihuò, money and goods) and military equipment for vehicles and livestock. This kind of division and this kind of hasty transaction were destined to make both sides feel dissatisfied.

But then again, under the cohesion of the political alliance of Wushu, the Emperor, and Xiyin, with the Grand Prince on the left and Helishilie and Talan on the right, and several generals pulled down below, the Jurchens勉强 (miǎnqiǎng, barely) maintained a whole, allowing them to forcibly start the撤离 (chèlí, withdrawal) operation with a swift knife to cut through the chaos.

Moreover, they had no choice but to withdraw.

The turmoil in Yanjing City was spread to Zhuozhou by interested people on the afternoon of the same day... There was no way, at this time, even closing the four gates would become 'evidence' of the turmoil in Yanjing, not to mention the动静 (dòngjìng, commotion) of the previous night?

After receiving the news, the Fanyang New Army camp, which had already been shaken across the board, directly began to雪崩 (xuěbēng, avalanche). With a large number of soldiers escaping, they tried their best to put together a situation in the evening. It was a جمع (huìjí, gathering) of seven or eight generals who wrote a letter of surrender and collectively surrendered to Han Shizhong in the Southern Xincheng area, and requested Marshal Han to come and take over the troops.

In the evening, I'm afraid that the surrender letter from the Fanyang camp had not yet been delivered to Xincheng. The Liangxiang guard general, Cheng Mu, an old general from a Yandi aristocratic family, resolutely挂 (guà, hung) the Zhao Song flag that he had prepared on the city wall of Liangxiang with his nearly seventy-year-old figure.

Then he took the initiative to inform Yanjing of his 'righteous act of changing flags'.

In the second half of the night, the news from Liangxiang reached Yanjing... Although the Yanjing high-level officials had long expected the collapse of the front line, they were still心乱如麻 (xīnluàn-rúmá, extremely upset), but after all, it was already the second half of the night, and it did not directly trigger chaos in the whole city.

But that was all. By dawn, the news in the city quickly spread out of control. The local aristocratic families restarted their mobilization, the armored New Army鼓 (gǔ, mustered) up their courage again, and occupied and controlled some government offices without any scruples. The streets and alleys other than the main roads were also patrolled by the local New Army.

Then, there were tentative moves and conflicts. This time, the Jurchen soldiers, who had no intention of fighting, showed signs of collapse.

Soon, even the most important armory was夺走 (duózǒu, seized) by the Yanjing local aristocratic families, and no one tried to take it back.

The night before, countless people had racked their brains to plan and seemed to be争夺 (zhēngduó, competing for) something remarkable, but only one day later, it was easily crushed by a flag that was挂 (guà, hung) up on its own. It was also laughable.

But to be honest, the Jurchens really could not hold on anymore. Soon, an edict was issued everywhere... The Emperor would leave in the afternoon, and all the Jurchen clans would go with him. The Han Chinese officials should follow as much as possible, and those who did not want to go could not go.

Zheng Xiunian chose to stay. He did not dare to try the刺激 (cìjī, stimulating) of the previous night again, but Qin Hui, who also escaped from the previous night, hurriedly packed his行李 (xíngli, luggage) and left with his wife, Wang, and was ready to follow the塞 (sāi, fortress).

"Why is Prime Minister Qin also leaving?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the alley, Qin Hui and his wife were迎 (yíng, welcomed) by a阻拦 (zǔlán, obstruction) from a middle-aged man.

Qin Hui glanced at the man. Although he did not remember his specific origin, he vaguely felt that he seemed familiar. It seemed that he was a Han Chinese who had been掳 (lǔ, captured) during the Jingkang period. He stopped slightly on his horse and then sighed悠悠 (yōuyōu, quietly): "If I stay, I will definitely die!"

"Is it really because you were a Jin person's Prime Minister and were guilty, so you took the opportunity to change your name and姓 (xìng, surname) and become an ordinary person?" The壮 (zhuàng, robust) Han Chinese immediately大急 (dàjí, very anxious). "Prime Minister Qin, in the current situation, why not be a good Song person and become a Jurchen?"

Qin Hui was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Wang directly催促 (cuīcù, urged) him in the carriage behind him: "Go, go, go! Are you going to fall behind others even when you're逃难 (táonàn, fleeing in a disaster)? Do you really want to be a poor person and live on chestnuts all day?"

At this time, Qin Hui finally remembered what kind of交往 (jiāowǎng, interaction) experience the Han Chinese who had阻拦 (zǔlán, obstructed) him had, but he just lowered his head and urged his侍从 (shìcóng, attendants) to move forward... Behind him, there were seventeen or eighteen vehicles,載 (zài, loaded) with the rewards and bribes of the Jurchen nobles over the years.

As he was walking, the Han Chinese who was chased away by the侍从 (shìcóng, attendants) was still calling out anxiously behind him: "Prime Minister Qin, if you really go to the塞外 (sàiwài, beyond the Great Wall), I'm afraid you'll be ten dead and no 生 (shēng, life)!"

Qin Hui pretended not to hear.

Since it was逃难 (táonàn, fleeing in a disaster), it was destined to be without order... Qin Hui came to the street and wanted to尋 (xún, find) the Fourth Prince's车架 (chējià, carriage) and仪仗 (yízhàng, entourage) to follow, but he could not尋 (xún, find) it at all. He went to尋 (xún, find) Xiyin's family, but he could not尋 (xún, find) it either.无奈何下 (wúnàihéxià, left with no other choice), he could only choose to侯 (hóu, wait) beside the North Gate Road, ready to follow the Emperor's车架 (chējià, carriage) back north.

This time, Qin Hui did wait for Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Xiyin's and the Fourth Prince's family, but he did not see the Fourth Prince himself.

"Where is the Fourth Prince?"

Having survived by chance the night before, Qin Hui was quite careful, but he could not help but产生 (chǎnshēng, have) doubts... If there was no Jurchen alliance that was the core of the Fourth Prince-Xiyin-Emperor, he was afraid that he would suffer on the road... So he took the initiative to ask Wanyan Xiyin.

"I will tell Prime Minister Qin when we get to Gubeikou," Wanyan Xiyin replied calmly, his face沉 (chén, dark) as water.

Qin Hui only felt his scalp麻 (má, tingle), but he was helpless.

After辛辛苦苦 (xīnxīnkǔkǔ, working hard) all the way, people kept逃 (táo, escaping). By the evening, after passing Gubeikou, everyone勉强 (miǎnqiǎng, barely) rested. Qin Hui was still thinking about Wanyan Wushu's whereabouts. After settling down his family, he hurried to ask Xiyin again.

"After the news of Liangxiang's 易帜 (yìzhì, changing flag) came last night, the Fourth Prince immediately束 (shù, tied) himself and went south to尋 (xún, seek) peace with Zhao," Xiyin replied directly without any emotional color. "I收拢 (shōulǒng, gathered) his family for him."

Qin Hui heard this and was struck by lightning.

ps: Thanks to slyshen大佬 (dàlǎo, big shot) for the thirteenth萌 (méng, moe) and马拉卡 (Mǎlākǎ, Malaka) for the上萌 (shàngméng, upper moe). This is the 227th萌 (méng, moe).

Then, as usual, I will獻祭 (xiànjì, sacrifice) two books, 《逐道在诸天》(Zhúdào zài Zhūtiān, Chasing the Dao in the Heavens) (written by the大佬 (dàlǎo, big shot) Xin Haiyue, it seems that writing history is really a dead end) and 《欢迎来到我的诡异网站》(Huānyíng lái dào wǒ de guǐyì wǎngzhàn, Welcome to My Weird Website).

Finally, please take a leave... There will be a training activity of the Chinese Writers Association from today to the 9th. The规格 (guīgé, specifications) should be relatively high, and the 纪律 (jìlǜ, discipline) should be relatively serious, and I don't know what the intensity of the learning process is, and I don't know whether I will be back on the evening of the 9th or the 10th... If the relevant updates are postponed within three days, please don't mind... Emphasizing that it depends on the situation... I'm about to leave... Good morning, everyone.