Everyone in the seat looked at each other, some were surprised, some were excited.

Na Duozhi stood up again, clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Okay, this kid escaped from the Hanzhong River Valley by chance last time. If he wants to return to Xijing from Hanzhong, he must pass by Henan. There are chaos over there, and there are hills everywhere. I will be this bandit evil man!"

Someone stopped doing it, and several figures stood up to retort: ​​"Natuzhi, you just killed in Qingniling, it's time to take a break. This time we're here!"

Na Duzhi glared at him and said, "You are all serious officers and soldiers. How come you come from pretending to be bandits?"

Several people laughed: "Can you be like you?"

Na Duzhi pointed at his face: "See? Who is the dark person of me? The barbarians who come out of the valley don't have to pretend they are like bandits!"

The people in the hall laughed, and no one would give up. Changsun Hong also looked at them with a smile, feeling that the atmosphere was very good.

Wanyan Chengsi, who had been sitting in the corner without making a sound, stood up in laughter, bowed his hand first, and then said calmly: "Everyone, you all have all the credit, only I have just surrendered to you, and I have not made any contributions. Let me go this time. Besides, you have already been well known to everyone. Who doesn't know that you are under the command of the Ghost King of Xichuan when you go out? Only I am a new face, and few people know that you can separate your relationship even if something happens."

Everyone was suffocated and looked at the Khitans. After a break, they all started to clamor and were dissatisfied.

When Changsun Hong reached its peak, he came forward at the right time: "Forget it, don't argue anymore. Wanyan Chengsi made a point. Doing such a thing is indeed much better. He will do it this time. You stay in Xingyuan Mansion and train your own soldiers. When I come back, you will accept them one by one."

Na Duzhi heard what he meant and said strangely: "Ghost King, are you going too?"

"Of course." Changsun Hong smiled and said gloomyly: "I'm not at ease if I don't watch Kublai Khan die!"

....

It’s not that Kublai Khan had predicted how many people in the south would want their own lives.

When he and the Southern Song envoys returned north, he brought a full guard team of two thousand soldiers, all of whom were elite soldiers of the Jinghu commander, with spears and slaloms and iron armor as if they were as good as mountains.

Uncle Xie Fang had a noble status and could not accompany him. The one who went to Xijing with him to carry out the procedures was Yan Fu, the Minister of Rites.

Ten thousand households in the Han area of ​​Mongolia who were notified in advance would lead troops to wait on the ground north of Henan. Both sides would meet near Junzhou. The Song army would return after handing over the people, leaving Yan Fu to continue to go to Xijing with Kublai Khan.

This route has no flaws. After years of war, Henan has become a piece of white land, with few complete cities, and there are more bandits scattered on the hills than the people. Although there are turbulent wars, two thousand Song troops are enough to deal with them.

Once the ruins of Junzhou passed, the brigade of Mongolian Han army would be even more foolproof.

So Kublai Khan felt very at ease.

This trip was defeated and not only escaped unscrupulously, but also brought back a very satisfactory peace agreement. It was unexpectedly expected and it was also considered to make up for the losses lost by Hanzhong.

Riding on the strong horse provided by the Song army, Kublai narrowed his eyes, and the warm sun shone on his shaved scalp, which was hot and comfortable. He breathed the air with grass smell in the wilderness, and looked at the desolate fields, and inexplicably a burst of pride surged in his heart.

"Haha, this is a great country, what a pity." Kublai Khan coughed a few times in his throat, and said with a heroic smile, pointing to the distance with the horse whip in his hand: "It's a pity that no wise ruler controls it, no wise ruler dominates it!"

Yan Fu, who was riding a horse with him, was wandering around in the sky and following the Beilu Chief to the enemy to negotiate peace. He was originally unwilling to do so, but the court ordered soldiers and generals, and he dared not say anything.

At this moment, I was secretly regretting that during the holidays at the beginning of the year, the gifts that should have been given to the few big men in the court who kept their word were a little thicker. Someone was covering him, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites who had no background would not be such a thankless chore.

Kublai Khan sighed, Yan Fu listened absent-mindedly after listening to a few words, but he didn't hear clearly, so he nodded and said yes frequently.

"Yes, yes, sir."

Kublai Khan looked at him with a smile, ignoring the poor man. He walked five hundred miles north and was greeted by his own soldiers, which was optional for the officials of the Song Dynasty.

He paused for a moment, as if recalling something, and then spoke slowly: "I only heard of the Jiangnan style along the Yangtze River, but I had never seen it with my own eyes. When Master Yao was still there, he advised me to come and see the prosperity and prosperity here. I didn't listen and regret it."

"I originally thought that the desert was blocked, the Gobi Desert, the endless slaves of cattle and sheep were the richest life in the world. Every day, there was no better life than this."

"Haha, haha!"

Kublai Khan smiled like a night owl, shook his head in a self-deprecating tone and said, "Now it seems that Yao Shi is right. Yelang, the frog in the well, is arrogant. Come and walk around and take a look, and then you will know that the richest place in the world is not the west, but this large water town south of the Yangtze River!"

"There are people here, there are money, food, and endless wealth. No wonder the Song Dynasty agreed to pay for peace every time, and it was so happy that it was agreed to pay. It turned out that I had such confidence. I was the emperor of the Song Dynasty, so naturally I would not care about this little compensation."

He seemed to be talking to himself, his voice was not high. Yan Fu did not listen carefully at first, but slowly, he listened to a few more words before he could recall it, and his heart gradually became hanged. Speaking of this, Yan Fu's little eyes were full of panic. He was a smart person, and he could hear what Kublai Khan said.

Kublai Khan glanced at him and smiled, "Mr. Yan, am I right?"

Yan Fu shook his hands unconsciously, and quickly covered them with the shaking reins. He replied sternly: "This... Sir, Jiangnan is not that good, hehe, not that good. He often gets flooded. When the flood comes, there are dead bodies everywhere, which is very miserable."

Kublai Khan disagreed: "The flood in the south of the Yangtze River can break the dam?"

"Almost, almost the same." Yan Fu said hurriedly, afraid that the killing god in front of him would become interested in Jiangnan, so he racked his brains to think and say: "Also, there are poisonous miasma in the south, and there are steep mountains..."

"You are talking about Yunnan and Sichuan, right?" Kublai Khan interrupted his words and smiled even more happily: "The Jiangnan Plain is endless, where does the poisonous miasma come from? Lord Yan don't want to cover me. I'm not in vain in Xiangyang these days."

"Uh, sir, I misunderstood, but in fact, Jiangnan is not like you said..." Yan Fu became even more anxious and hurried over and explained that he scratched his ears and cheeks. Kublai Khan raised his head and laughed, turning a deaf ear.

Beside the two, teams of the Song Dynasty imperial guards were walking step by step, with their distinctive armor winding on the land of Henan, like a wriggling bug on the white plain, looking at the north side slowly.

On the mountain bag in the distance, Sanwu Rangers carefully used the terrain to hide their whereabouts, hiding and surveillanced the team of Song soldiers. A man wrapped in a torn dress, lying on the mountain bag, squinting his eyes and looking at their whereabouts.

After looking for a while, the man opened the black scarf covering his face and revealed Yang Xiaolei's black and red face.
Chapter completed!