son-in-law

Chapter 815 Spring and Mire
In March, the capital of Jin 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 was spreading, the dragon flags were flying, and the one sitting in the carriage was none other than the returning Jin Emperor Wanyan Wu begging for money. He was 59 years old this year, dressed in velvet, and was as big as an old bear. Slightly drowsy.Originally good at charging and fighting, he was able to hold back the wind and thunder with his arms, but now he is old, and the wounds left by him on the battlefield in the past two years have been haunting him, which makes the Jurchen emperor, who has a stable and benevolent internal governance after he ascended the throne, occasionally feel a little emotional Grumpy, occasionally, began to miss 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 was particular about it, and he couldn't eat it if he was particular about it." Wu Qimai said something, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry about it, I'm too busy, I wish an assassin would come, 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.

"When the school field shoots the bow, the target will not fight back. My skill is useless after all. Recently, I have been suffering from illnesses all over my body, and I am getting old."

Among Aguda's sons, the eldest son passed away 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, lead the way. Zongfu's character is forgiving and kind, and Wu Qimai absolutely likes him.While chatting, the chariots and horses entered the city, and Wu Qimai lifted the curtain of the car and looked out for a while. The bustling city outside, including the entire land, was supported by him for 12 years. After becoming the emperor, in the past 12 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 in good health, and they will have at least 20 years of high-spirited years. When the time comes, our Kingdom of Jin will have ruled the world, and the two uncles will be able to enjoy happiness with peace of mind."

"This is what you said... You must obey the old man." Wu Qimai waved his hand, "There is a saying in the Han people, if the earthen pot is not broken away from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. It’s time to go to the battlefield. I don’t regret my life as a soldier, but now that I’m in my sixties, Nianhan is five years younger than me, so it’s not surprising that I went there suddenly that day. My nephew, the world is only a few hills.”

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 Niao Jianu (Nianhan's nickname) once a year, and he is still that bad temper... His temper is bad, but ah, no It will stand in the way of your juniors. Don't worry, tell Ah Si, and he will also rest assured."

"Yes." Zong Fu said.

"It made sense to let Nianhan be there in the first place. We were not many people... and Wushi (Wanyan Xiyin), I know Ah Si was afraid of him, well, after all, he is your uncle , what are you afraid of, Wushi is a man from heaven, he is smart, you have to learn. His beating Ah Si shows that Ah Si is wrong. You think he can beat everyone, but if he can learn some superficial things, it is enough to be successful... You guys These young people have learned a lot of bad things over the years..."

Wu Qimai babbled, shook his head and sighed, just like how every elderly person hates the depravity of young people.Zongfu listened and nodded from time to time to be taught.On this way back to the palace, Wu Qimai was about to review the memorial and sent out Zongfu. After Zongfu returned to the palace, Zongbi came.Zongbi was 37 years old this year, and he was the most vigorous radical among the younger Jurchen generation. A few years ago, during the "searching the mountains and checking the sea", Zongfu was in charge of the East Route Army, and Zongbi was the vanguard. Most of the raids and massacres were written by him, and now the notoriety of "Fourth Prince Jin Wushu" has gained some momentum in the south.

Zongfu then repeated Wu Qimai's words to him.

Wu Shu was a self-willed person since he was a child, and he didn't hesitate after hearing this: "Uncle is old, he has recuperated for 12 years, where did he get the murderous spirit on the battlefield, and his mind is confused. Country, can it be the same as that mountain village back then, even if it wants to be the same, can it be the same with the people behind it? He misses the good old days too much, 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 over the Central Plains. In the afternoon, the confinement at the other end of the palace suddenly became strict, and an astonishing 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. The first floor of the shop is close to the people, while the second floor is relatively expensive. There are many women behind it, and it is a place where the Jurchen nobles spend a lot of money.At this time, stories and songs were constantly being heard on the second floor—the martial arts stories and legends from the Central Plains were quite 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 standing by the table was enthusiastically wiping the table with a towel while talking in a low voice. The person by the table was Lu Mingfang who was now in charge of the Northland affairs.

"Something will happen to heaven." Lu Mingfang smiled.

"what happened?"

"Wu begging for a stroke."

"died?"

"Paralyzed."

"Okay, sir, wait..."

Tang Minjie yelled loudly, turned around and went out. After a while, he came over with hot tea and appetizing pastries: "How serious is it?"

"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 worry about our Huaxia Army, how much can they worry about?"

"I will speed up the construction of the courtyard." Tang Minjie said in a low voice.

"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 pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides—if they were in the Central Plains at this time, and the Jin State officer was on a tour, all pedestrians on the road had to kneel and worship, but in Jinan. There are no such rules in the country - this is Zong Han's motorcade passing by. The three saw the soldiers gathered and did not speak any more. Tang Minjie draped the towel over his shoulders and turned away with a diligent smile, only halfway through. , On the diagonally opposite house, someone stepped a few steps and jumped out.

Under the slanting sunlight of spring, it still looks dazzling.The figure simply passed by the corner of his eyes, abrupt but resolute, in the sunlight, he stood up with a mighty cudgel.

Then fell down—

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, when the spring of Tianhui's 12th year turned strong, the land of the Central Plains was struggling in an embarrassing mud.

The Daqi regime supported by the Jurchens is now in a state of mountains and warlords, and the lives of all forces are 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 loyal and righteous people, sent troops to attack the south, and then cried to the north to send troops... However, since the end of the Xiao Canghe war, everything has become 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, it is natural that the current Jurchens rule the world, and the emerging Dajin Kingdom is victorious and looks down on everything.At the other end of the Jurchens, it seems to be the Wu Dynasty, which is lingering and reviving.However, since Tian Hu's court was overthrown last year, more and more news came out from the rugged mountains in the southwest, and the most frightening thing was that Mr. Ning was 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, when this man killed the king in anger, everyone could still think that he was reckless, and when he was lying in the mountains of Xiaocang River, he could also be considered a lost dog.Defeating Xixia, it can be considered that he took the edge of the sword for a while, and he stayed in Xiaocanghe for three years, the wailing of millions of troops, and the death of the two Jurchen generals, people feel palpitations, and 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 is difficult to survive by selling core commodities such as iron cannons, 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 looks like the conspiracy tentacles shaking by a terrible beast. The place it passes is muddy, and every time it shakes, there will be a "tick tock" tick-tock" black muck full of malice.

At least in the Central Plains, no one can underestimate this power anymore.Even though there are only a few hundred thousand people, the long-term slant, viciousness, absoluteness and violence, and numerous victories have proved that this is a force that can confront the Jurchens 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 Kingdom of Jin goes south - the Kingdom of Jin will inevitably go south - this mad army will most likely face the other side, and at that time, what will happen to the Central Plains forces in the cracks...

no one can say...

(End of this chapter)