(The alliance is still so strong in support! Shigoro bowed his head.)

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As soon as Ma Kuo said this, everyone in the golden tent could not help but focus on one person - Wanyan Xiyin.

The important minister of the Jin Dynasty, the new minister of the Shizhong, twitched his face tightly and expressionlessly. He slowly reached out and held the cup on the corner of the table. He drank it all, and a touch of wine stains overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Bang! The horn cup was slapped on the table, and the dull sound made everyone brows.

Wanyan Xiyin glanced at Ma Kuo lightly and said slowly: "Emperor Maode, I entered our village two years ago. I treated him with courtesy, and I was very respectful. Zong Ji was also grateful for him and respected him in front of the bed.

Respect each other as guests.”

What a "respect for the bed, respect each other like guests"! It's really nonsense. Ma Kuoqiang endured his disgust and was about to ask again, but suddenly he realized what - Wanyan Xiyin's clan village?!

As the Song people who know the most about the Jin Kingdom, Ma Kuo happened to know where Wanyan Xiyin's clan was.

Lengshan!

The Wanyan Xiyin family's residence can be guessed from this place name alone. Specifically, it is the area of ​​Daqingdingzi Mountain in Wuchang, Heilongjiang today. In the Jin Kingdom eight hundred years ago

In the times, the climate is cold and desolate. It is surrounded by the coldness of frozen fingers and skin cracks all year round. It is difficult for people with slightly weak constitutions to survive in such places.

How would a delicate woman who moved north from the heart of the Central Plains be like in such a bad place?

Ma Kuo could hardly imagine it, his eyes widened and he looked at Wanyan Xiyin, saying a word: "Two years later, where will the Emperor Ji be?"

Wanyan Xiyin steadily picked up the horn cup full of wine, and a trace of sadness flashed through her eyes: "It has become a piece of loess!"

Alas hoho ho!

The loud cheers came from outside the tent, deafening, and it was the horse squad that entered another blanket. The huge volume covered Ma Kuo's anger. The monarch and minister of the Jin Dynasty in the tent only saw Ma Kuo commanding his arms and mouth

He opened and closed, roared angrily. But he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"War! War!"

This was Ma Kuo's roar. But the sound of declaring war was completely overwhelmed by the huge waves of sound. The king and minister of the Jin Kingdom looked at each other and gave a glimpse of sympathy and understanding at the envoy of Tianshu who was stimulated and lost his compassion.

The carnival like a tsunami stopped. The horse was like a horse that had been rushing for hundreds of miles. His face turned bloody, sweated profusely, and his whole body was exhausted.

War! Once announced, blood and fire will surely be connected to the sky and corpses will be everywhere. Two short words, the words of the upper and lower part of the mouth will mean that the battle to destroy the country will begin. For Ma Kuo, this responsibility is too great, and he will almost support it.

I don't get up, after shouting, my whole body's strength seemed to be pulled away, and it was shaking.

Wu Qimai said with concern: "Do you have any discomfort? Do you have to go back home to rest first?"

Xiao Zhonggong coughed and said, "Zhonggong knows a little about the matter of Emperor Maode. The minister took care of Emperor Mao in every detail, but the emperor was weak and had less than a month since the cold mountain, and he died because he was not suitable for the land and water.

It’s really a big mistake for the servant to be unable to do so, God will mess with people!”

Ma Kuo smiled bitterly and said nothing. No one heard the war declaration that he had finally shouted, and it was in vain. Screaming it again? The atmosphere was completely different from what he had just now, and he lost the momentum. The so-called one-stop action,

But the decline is, the three are exhausted... Horses are now like this.

However, the reason why Ma Kuo really dispelled this as an excuse to declare war again was that after calming down, he thought of the inappropriate point.

Princess Maode, a royal family woman! He started a war with his death, which was too unconvincing. The world's long mouth is enough to destroy the bones and melt gold. To put it nicely, it is a furious person who is angry with the beauty; to put it bluntly,

A woman was accused of the three armies.

Ma Kuo's original intention was to use the affairs of Emperor Maode to force the powerful and nobles of Jin to express their opinions. As long as the Jin Kingdom could not withstand the pressure and handed over, once this example was opened, the other Zong Ji, concubines, including Concubine Wei and Concubine Xing, who were occupied by the powerful and nobles.

, you can go with the trend to seek return. If you don’t give it, you will start a war and threaten it.

Those who occupy the Song Dynasty's Zongji are naturally willing to return the power of the peace, while those who are in charge of the war may not be willing. In this way, the court officials of the Jin Dynasty will have a dirty relationship. When things get worse, it is best to declare war.

But now Princess Maode is dead and his plan is frustrated. He just got angry and declared war in anger. Fortunately, the Jin people didn't hear it... Ma Kuo thought about this and his back felt cold and he secretly sweated.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand to pay the gift to the financial owner Wu Qi, glanced at Wanyan Xiyin coldly, and left.

...

The grand Malaysian slams for three days and two nights, and the willow shooting competition ended. Zhao Ji, Zhao Huan and his son, who were invited to watch the game, will also return to Wuguo City.

At this moment, the father and son who had not seen each other for a long time were riding in the same car, as if they had endless words to say. The father and son who were the emperor in the past were suspicious and suspicious of each other had long passed with the years of suffering.

The news brought by Ma Kuo was like thunder and thunder, which made the miserable father and son unable to recover for several days. Now, they finally knew that the world has changed over the past few years, and the world has become three parts: Tianshu, Song,

The Golden Tripod is in line. But in the battle last year, Song was crippled by Jin, and then Jin was crippled by Tianshu. Now it is Song in the south, Jin in the north, and Tianshu in the center is Tianshu. Tianshu, which is between the two countries, is actually overwhelming.

The north and south are fighting so hard that the two countries cannot find the north. Such combat power is hard to imagine being the army of the Holy Queen.

"Sir, my son thinks that this Tianzhu Army with strong combat power is not the wife, but the Duke Di." In the van, Zhao Huan said to his father in a positive tone.

Since Zhao Ji had been removed from the imperial title by the Jin people, Zhao Huan dared not call him "Father Emperor". The title of "Duke Hunde" given by the Jin people was obviously a humiliating act, so naturally he could not be called this.

. Therefore, Zhao Huan had to be called a common "master". Similarly, Zhao Huan was also given the title of emperor and was named "Chonghunhou Hou". Therefore, he could not call his own queen a "saint"

, but can only be called a wife like the people.

Zhao Ji glanced at his son and said calmly: "Why do you need to say that this king is born in the wild, and you must borrow the reputation of your wife to gather righteous men and achieve the general trend. Now you have married a few of your girls and proclaimed yourself the King of China.

.The next step is to take advantage of the situation and become king and country."

"Will I go back to the Southern Dynasty of the Seventh Brother, or should I ask Mr. Di to return?"

Zhao Ji shook his head and sighed, "Do you dare to go back to the Southern Dynasty? If you return to the south, where will Qilang be placed? What's more, Qilang's Song Dynasty, how can he take back you, my father and son?"

Zhao Huan felt lost and smiled bitterly: "In this way, the best place for the adults and the sons is the only city of Tianshu."

"No, Dalang, you are wrong. If you and I enter Tianshu, where will we place Di Jun and your wife?" Although Zhao Ji was incompetent and incompetent, he was still a twenty-year-old man.

The emperor's people always know a little about the emperor's skills. At this point, they are much better than his son who has only been on the bench for two years.

Zhao Huan came from the sadness and cried, "In this way, we can only bury our bones here..."

Zhao Ji shook his head with his beard and said to his son with a solemn expression: "Dalang, remember it very well. If you really want to go back, you can only go to Tianshu."

"Hey! Isn't the words that sir just now..."

"My intention is to ask for your return to Tianshu, and you must hide your name and enter the palace and never appear before the people of the world. In this way, you may be sympathized with Mr. Di, for the sake of your father and son, your uncle,

Take us back... Only in this way can we have a good ending."

Zhao Huan said sadly: "After this, my son's son misunderstood the country, he has long lost the lord's thoughts. If Du Jun is willing to remember his uncle's love and his wife's kindness, it is enough to give him the title of the lord of Taiyi Palace, and he dare not expect it."

"So good, so good..." Zhao Ji slowly closed his eyes.

The carriage was bumpy, and the father and son were speechless and choked, with sad faces on their faces. Both felt that there was no place for the king of a country to live in. This was the sadness of life.

When they arrived at the inn, the father and son were surveillance of the Jin soldiers, and reluctantly entered the north and south courtyards of the inn respectively - the father and son were unable to live together in the same courtyard.

Zhao Ji lived in the northern courtyard. At this time, it was getting late. Under the postman's guided the way with lanterns, he came to his residence. However, he saw four ingenious Jurchen guards patrolling the sword, but his expression was relaxed and he spoke.

With a giggle.

Zhao Ji's heart sank, and he felt something was wrong. He hurriedly lifted up the hem of his clothes and hurried forward.

The Jurchen guard shouted: "The Prime Minister's Office is responsible for the work, and the idle people avoid it!"

Zhao Ji lived here for four years, and the Jurchens had already become familiar with the words, so he hurriedly said, "I am so confused... Duke De, this is where my Duke lives in the post. What are you doing here?"

Duke Hunde? The four Jurchen guards looked at each other and laughed, with an indescribable expression.

Zhao Ji has been an emperor for so many years, and Jade Yan Guanse is the director. When he saw the Jurchen guards look like this, he suddenly realized something. He suddenly grabbed the door and shouted: "Concubine Cao!"

A crying female voice immediately came from the house: "The Lord..." The voice was made by Cao Cairen who was accompanying him and serving him.

Zhao Ji and his son Zhao Huan are two completely different types of people: Zhao Huan is cautious in nature, does not like voices or women, and has ascended the throne for two years, and has less than ten concubines. Zhao Ji is a romantic emperor and specializes in the art of Taoism dual cultivation.

Before becoming a prisoner, he must be detained in a virgin every seven days, and he will never change his nature even if he is under house arrest by the Jin people. In this regard, there has been nowhere to be found since Zhao Huan entered the Jin Dynasty, but Zhao Ji

In the last six or seven years of life, you can see that you have given birth to five children at a rate of almost one a year.

This time, the financial boss issued an edict to enter the capital. The journey from Wuguocheng to Shangjing was more than a thousand miles, and it took at least three or four months to go back and forth. Without a woman for three or four months, Zhao Ji almost lost half his life and begged for a long time.

He was allowed to bring a concubine to the road to bed, and this was Zhao Ji's favorite Cao Cairen.

Zhao Ji, who was worried about his beloved concubine, ran very quickly, and the Jurchen guards behind him could not catch up with him.

Bang! The door of the room opened, Zhao Ji stumbled into it, and he didn't even care to pick it up when he fell to the ground. When he looked up, he saw that the situation inside the room made him frightened and trembled all over.

The lights in the house swayed and shone on a pair of men and women. The man pressed on the woman, gasping and constantly rising and falling. The woman's hair was scattered and her hair was lying on the head of the kang, tears kept pouring out from the corners of her eyes, and biting her mouth

Cracks of black hair and moaning softly.

Seeing Zhao Ji breaking in, the woman was ashamed and kept hitting the man on her body, but it seemed like she was tickling and had no effect.

The woman was the beloved concubine Cao Cairen, and the man, who was so happy that he was shocked by the door, looked up suddenly, and didn't even see the person's face clearly. San roared angrily: "Get out!"

The youngest son of the prime minister, the wise protector!

Zhao Ji was stunned, and his anger flew out into the sky, leaning softly against the wall like a sack that had been taken away. The Jurchen guards rushed in, grabbed Zhao Ji, and waited to force him out.

"Wait." Wanyan Xibao raised his head, his face with a strange flush, gasping heavily, and a evil smile, "You should be polite to Duke Hunde and let him guard outside the door."

Humiliation! There is nothing more humiliating than this.

Zhao Ji numbly allowed the Jurchen guards to drag them out of the house, stalked in front of the steps, and then left with a laugh. He stood in front of the courtyard gate more than ten steps away, pointing and poking.

Zhao Ji stood at the steps in a daze, listening to his beloved concubine moaning, his heart was like a knife, and he covered his face and cried. The situation just now seemed to be a repeat of the night four years ago.

On April 7, the second year of Jingkang, on the way north, it was this Cao Cairen who went out to the toilet at night and was raped by two Jin soldiers on duty. When Cao Cairen's clothes were broken and his body was covered in bruises, he staggered back and hugged him.
To be continued...