Wang Jian and Li Gui in Lin'an City, Jia Sidao and Liu Zongshen in Dali Temple, and countless people who were unable to sleep or eat around Changsun Hong who came to Beijing, just as they racked their brains and deliberately paved the way for a huge change, the main leader of this matter, Changsun Hong, the current prince consort, was leisurely leaning on the bow of the huge official ship, eating fruit and desserts.

Liu Zong was absent-mindedly serving him, looking around from time to time, looking at the mountains and rivers on both sides, looking at the other big ships beside him, looking vigilant and nervous.

His hand was pressed on the hilt of his waist, his fingers were shaking slightly, his muscles were tight, and he seemed to have to draw the knife at any time.

"Be calm, Liu Zheng, don't be so panicked." Changsun Hong said without looking back, "It's all here. If they want to trip up on the road, they would have done it long ago and would not be delayed until now, so feel at ease and sit down and eat something."

Liu Zuo's thoughts were revealed and his face turned slightly red, but he still refused to sit down. He agreed vaguely, and still held the handle of the knife to protect Changsun Hong, silently guarding him.

The dried dates from the Western Regions are rare things in this season, and ordinary people cannot eat them at all. Only high-ranking officials and nobles are qualified to enjoy them in the cold winter wrapped in fur cloaks, but Changsun Hong did not like them. As a time traveler in later generations, he felt that snacks such as candied fruits are still worthy of their appetites these days.

"It's too hard." He threw the date pit into the river with disgust, clapped his hands, and stood up.

The two sides of the ship are high and low in the middle. There are combat towers in front, the back is a lookout tower, and the middle is a deck. The location where he is standing is the tallest lookout tower in the entire ship, from here you can overlook the surroundings.

Around this tallest official ship, dozens of Song Dynasty naval warships were surrounded by in front of each other, with great momentum. Countless civilian ships that were walking along the river were ordered to stop on one side by the navy who opened the way. The grass-roots kneeling on the deck secretly raised their eyes and looked at the huge team curiously, with fear in their eyes.

Pressing the railing, Changsun Hong took a deep breath of air. In this era, the air on the water was full of negative oxygen ions. Taking a breath of body and mind relaxation made the lungs feel extremely comfortable.

"Liu Zheng, look at the river, the boats are coming and going, busy, and then look at the towns along the river, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, which is more dense than the other. The prosperity of the Song Dynasty is enough to be seen." He looked into the distance and could see the full view of the river at a glance.

"This river is a major railway for transport, with more people and more cities than elsewhere." Liu Zheng is from Dengzhou, Henan, but he has worked in Jinghu for many years and knows a lot about the river and water transportation. When Changsun Hong mentioned it, he could answer casually.

"I was in Sichuan, so I could not have thought that there was such a huge and prosperous place in the world. At that time, my family was poor and I was grateful for my full meal. I didn't dare to expect anything else." Changsun Hong touched the railing and sighed, his tone was full of vicissitudes, and his strong homesickness was about to emerge: "Later, I took refuge and left Shimenfan, which was even more poor. When I first went there, Shimenfan could not even plant rice. The places where the barbarians lived were all stones, and they could not build mountains and fields. That day, I lived even harder."

Although I don’t understand why Changsun Hong suddenly said this, Liu Zheng shut up tactfully. The boss was talking, so he naturally had to listen carefully when he was a younger brother.

Moreover, Liu Zheng was originally curious about the process of Changsun Hong's start, so of course he had to be a good listener.

"But, although life is hard, it is very happy." Changsun Hong spoke very slowly, as if he was spitting out words by word: "Men farming and women weaving, and they are not in conflict with the world. People in the village have a good relationship, and they are all relatives and friends from neighbors. Children in the village will gather here and wait at the door to drool."

He smiled, his eyes softened, and he looked ahead, as if the scene being described was slowly unfolding in front of his eyes.

"I'm still young and one of them. I haven't had a chance to eat a meal of meat for a year. Why aren't I greedy? But they are all not wealthy people, so there will naturally not be too much meat, but the owner will still be happy to bring some out and share it with the boys."

"One person, I only eat so much." Changsun Hong stretched out his little finger, pinched the little bit at the tip, and showed it to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"But I'm so happy, I finally got the meat." Changsun Hong let out a long breath, as if he had burped because of eating meat: "That's the best good day in the world. If there was no change in my family, maybe I would work hard to make the whole family eat meat for the rest of my life. Maybe I am one of the businessmen who sell goods on the river today."

He laughed again and shook his head.

"In that case, there would be no me who is today, nor the barbarian army who is today."

Liu Chi's heart beat for a moment, thinking that something was wrong. He heard that when the Ghost King was young, he had a huge change in his family that he escaped into Shimenfan and achieved hegemony.

"The Song Dynasty killed my whole family. My father died at the hands of the government and my mother died in prison. I and Da Song are irreconcilable!"

The topic gradually changed, and his words gradually became intense. Liu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked around. He and Changsun Hong were the only ones on the building, but some sailors were rushing boats on the deck below.

Liu Zheng quietly waved to the ghosts guarding the deck, signaling them to drive the sailors away.

"Don't be afraid, the court bosses have known my past for a long time." Changsun Hong waved his hand indifferently, meaning that he didn't need to do this, and he laughed to the sky: "But what can they do to me?"

"Ghost King." Liu Jin said in embarrassment: "It's always good to be cautious, after all, this is the territory of the Song Dynasty."

"It's okay, they have wanted to kill me for a long time. Even if I don't say this, they will kill me." Changsun Hong's smile remained unchanged, as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "People often say that there is no China after Yashan. Between national justice and personal grievances, I was once very confused. Should I let go of my little personal grudges and seek revenge for the country and the country, or should I seek revenge for my parents and seek justice for innocent people? This question has puzzled me for a long time, so that I was at a loss for a long time."

"What Yashan?" Liu Zheng had read books for several years, but had never heard of the allusions of Yashan. At this time, he heard Changsun Hong talk about it with a confused look on his face.

"Uh, you don't know yet, because it hasn't happened yet, but that's not the point."

Changsun Hong looked a little stunned, and then continued indifferently: "A lot of things happened later. I slowly understood that saving the country and the people and avenging revenge can actually be one. There is no need to worry at all, and there is no need to worry at all."

"In the past, we are judging by strength and strength. As long as you have strength, then you are the truth and history books can rewritten for you."

He clenched his fists and waved it in the air.

"What comes out of the knife is the power. When I figure it out, I know that what righteousness, hatred, country, country, and historical laws are all followed by the power to be king, the pen and ink, the struggle between literature and martial arts, to put it bluntly, it is to serve the power."

"As long as you are strong enough, you will have no worries. You will just block your way and push it down. Whoever harms your people will just destroy it. When all people and things are crushed by you, what finally appears in front of you is a thornless road."

He turned around and looked at Liu Jin who seemed to understand a little but didn't seem to understand it.
Chapter completed!