Jia Sidao's strange expression was shocked by everyone on the table. The words that came out of his mouth pointed out the reason why the face was lost. Everyone's drunkenness suddenly went away.

"A great victory in Hanzhong?" Everyone looked at each other with dark faces: "How is that possible?!"

Deputy envoy Li Bozeng hurried forward, and ignored the etiquette and directly crossed Jia Sidao's shoulder to see the official documents in his hand. After a few glances, he gasped and retreated, nodding at the others with a complicated face.

"It's true! This is a good news from Hanzhong. There is a seal from Sichuan's commander's envoy, which is absolutely true!"

That's true!

It seemed like following Li Bozengxue, everyone was gasping and hissing sounds were heard.

How could there be more than 100,000 Mongolian soldiers be defeated? There are only tens of thousands of Song soldiers in Hanzhong, and most of them are still barbarian soldiers who are pieced together. How can I win?

Jia Sidao was still stunned at the official document, so everyone had to throw their questions at Li Bozeng. Li Bozeng spread his hands and said habitually: "How can I know? The official document is not written so in detail."

It seems that I can't drink this wine anymore. Everyone is full of worries and frowns and sits upset.

It doesn't matter if Mongolia was defeated. The great Song Dynasty's military power lasted for a long time. The Northern Barbarians went south and did not retreat to end. Victory and defeat were common, not surprising.

What is difficult is that the life and death of Kublai Khan, the Prime Minister of the South of the desert in Mongolia, is unknown.

This is a big deal. The Prime Minister of the Han area takes charge of all the affairs of the Han area. This time, it would not be possible without him nodding.

He is gone, who will he look for? Could it be that he has traveled thousands of miles to find Guiyukan with Lin?

I heard that Guiyoukhan was sending troops to the west, and he had a big fight with his uncle Ba. He was not in Helin City and could not find the traces of Huangsha for thousands of miles. When the messenger found him happily, the daylily was cold.

You said that you are a prime minister in the Han area with high status and power. Wouldn't you be better off staying in Xijing like Yelu Chucai? Why should you lead the troops and run around? Now, Dao'er's life is worrying, but he is embarrassed, and we want to find you to drink Hehuan wine.

Jia Sidao turned around for a long time and fell on the chair.

He stared at everyone with a dead fish eye, which made everyone feel irritated, and then asked bitterly: "Everyone, if Kublai Khan dies, how can he step down?"

Everyone lowered their heads and no one spoke.

How to step down? I'm afraid it's not easy to step down! Once Kublai Khan dies, Mongolia will inevitably take revenge. How will this war end in a short time?

The minister Weng Yinglong was thrusting his mind and came up with a bad idea in his helplessness: "Sir, this matter happened in Sichuan. The Kublai Khan who they killed should be responsible. Once the peace agreement is not reached, he will submit a memorial to the court and ask them to convict and send it to Mongolia to pay compensation and punish the law!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall looked at him.

His eyes were full of contempt, looking at him like a fool.

This was extremely shameless. Even the old officials present could not listen to it. He felt that Weng Yinglong was extremely inferior and even wanted his underwear.

Deputy envoy Li Bozeng shook his head immediately: "Absurd! He has the few to fight against the many, and has defeated the masses with the few, and has achieved great victory to promote our country's power. This is a minister of the pillar country who deserves praise. How could he tie him up and give him to the enemy country to beg for peace? The court is full of bright gentlemen, and the officials are just like the saint of Qingming. Do you not understand this? It would be fine to say this here, and do not spread it outside, otherwise your colleagues will drown you!"

Jia Sidao also glared at the slightest anger. Weng Yinglong was his confidant. The words that he could not say were so stupid that he made him anxious and angry. He shouted: "Shut up! Can't you think of a proper idea?"

As soon as Weng Yinglong said that he had made up his words, he quickly sat down, lowered his head and dared not speak.

The flower hall was silent, and everyone was thinking about it. As for what to think about, they had their own thoughts.

After a while, Jia Sidao looked at the official document in his hand again, threw the paper on the table, sighed to the sky, and said quietly: "The only way to do this is to take one step at a time. The smoke of gunpowder in the Han River Valley has not yet been exhausted. The barbarian general Changsun Hong is still cleaning the battlefield inside, and he did not find Kublai Khan's body. This is a blessing in disgrace. No matter what, he must see people alive, die, and send people to search. If he is alive, God bless me. If he dies..."

He paused and sighed: "Then we must find the body back and send it back for explanation. It is clear that there will always be accidents in the two countries' wars. As long as we can negotiate peace, we can pay more money."

"This is also the meaning of the court. The government does not want to fight. If the war is together, it is better to use some silver to exchange for peace every year." He finally added.

After hearing this, everyone felt that this method was feasible. If you don’t know the specific situation, you can’t make a judgment. Jia Sidao is worthy of his old plan to plan the country. In the final analysis, this war started because Jia Sidao accepted Fan Yongji’s surrender. It was necessary to trace the source. Jia Sidao cannot blame him. If peace talks are not reached, Jia Sidao will definitely be affected, so he was the most anxious to die.

The tree fell and the money scattered. Jia Sidao, a big tree, was originally lush and lush, and could enjoy the cool air. If it fell, then those who were here who were attached to him had to think about something else to hug them.

As the words came to the ground, the banquet dispersed in a hurry. The people who left were whispering to each other. Jia Sidao left behind was bleak and sad. This period of time had to be passed like this.

....

The Han River Valley stretches for 700 miles, and the sky is dark on the river bank. Compared with ordinary families who are fishing and surviving on the river, it is like watching the fire from the other side of the river.

On both sides of the river bank are two heavens and the left bank is the battlefield, because the land here is open and the army is easy to spread, while the right bank is full of Qinling veins. The undulating mountains stretch out along the river, like a gable, pressing the Han River, and the river is vast and the waves are wide, and there are no ferry bridges on the river. Some ferries have long disappeared. Only some fishing boats that have escaped the net hide in the depths of the grass on the shore, while carefully hiding the ships, while watching the battles of war on the other side of the shore with fear.

Among them, there is a slightly larger ship, which is not so conspicuous.

This is an ordinary river cargo ship, not big, with a flat bottom, parked in a reed marsh on the Han River near Xunzhou. There were seven or eight people sitting in the cabin, dressed in Hanfu, and around them were some cargo cargo cages. It seemed that they were a group of merchants.

These people don't wear the same hairpin as ordinary Song merchants. They are all felt hats of the same color, with a wide brim, covering the entire head. Even though the weather is not cold, they will not take off the hats.

The boat was in the reeds, put down its mast and looked inside from outside. It was seen nothing except a piece of reeds floating around. The boat and people hid inside, which was very safe.

On the boat, you can see the smoke and dust on the other side from the gap between the reed poles, listen carefully, and the thrilling shouts and shouts are heard in your ears. Even the surging river water and waves swaying against the shore cannot suppress such a heart-wrenching sound.

A man dressed in a garment and shoes, lay on the boat, squinted his eyes and looked at the other side for a long time, and then climbed back and entered the cabin. He was probably tired and sweating on his head. He took off his felt hat on his head and fanned his hair, revealing his hair.

When the others in the cabin saw him in, they asked in a verbal question: "How is it?"

The guy nodded: "It seems that he has become much calmer, and there are fewer soldiers running around the shore. It will be peaceful in a few days."

The people in the cabin were all wearing mao clothes like the guys. They were very happy when they heard the sound. They clasped their hands together and prayed to the sky: "The Buddha is here, thank God, the war disaster that killed this heaven is finally over. We are delaying here for many days, and there is a day that will survive!"

In the middle of the cabin, an elderly man sat on a futon, dressed more gorgeously than others. Although he was wearing cloth clothes on the outside, the exposed satin collar showed that this man was the most noble among the group, that is, the head of this group.

Of course, the head of the merchant is the boss, and the others are all buddies.

The owner was named Wuyan Hulihan. A Jurchen merchant lived in Xijing for many years and traveled between the Jin and Song dynasties all year round. He sold goods from the south and goods from the north and sold goods from the south. He earned a huge difference from it. Because he had a branch in Hanzhong, the Han River often traveled and was very familiar with the mountains and rivers along the way. When the incident happened suddenly in the Mongolian and Song dynasties, he could also find a secluded place in the cracks and hide his own ships safely.

When Wu Yan heard the lookout guy say this, he felt relieved and said with his beard: "Okay, I'm hiding here for many days, and the food is almost eaten up. While it's dark today, we will sliver away and rush to Xiangyang. This trip caused a bad omen. We must deliver the goods on the ship as soon as possible and avoid it in the territory of Song."

Everyone said yes, but the guy who had just entered pointed to the middle of the cabin and said, "Boss, it's natural for us to leave, what should I do?"

On the floor in the cabin, a naked man was lying, with his hair and braided hair, his eyes closed, and he was sleeping in a daze, wondering how long he had fainted.
Chapter completed!