Song Mingyue

Chapter 194

Outside the big tent.

a woman.

A woman with a knife.

A beautiful woman with a knife.

Fang Baihua!
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, guilt and embarrassment.

Fang Baihua stared at Zhao Hao with straight eyes, and Zhao Hao's heart trembled for a while, and he asked dully: "Miss Fang, why did you wake up so early?"

Fang Baihua smiled, as bright as a summer flower, and said with a faint smile: "Specially standing guard for the young master."

"Stand guard?" Zhao Hao was slightly confused.

"A princess of a foreign race entered the son's tent at night. The subordinates were worried that the son would be lost, so they followed to ensure the safety of the son. Fortunately, he was safe..."

"What?" Zhao Hao was completely confused and almost jumped up.

In other words, from last night when Wan Yanxue entered the account until now, Fang Baihua has been listening outside, and she has been leaping like a dragon and a tiger, charging into the battle several times, and all of it has been heard by Fang Baihua... What a crap!

Zhao Hao just wanted to plunge into the ground to hide himself, and his face turned red.

Fang Baihua giggled and said, "My lord is very powerful... You have won glory for the country!"

Zhao Hao's face turned even redder, and he was speechless for a moment. In the moment of embarrassment, a cold light flashed suddenly. When he realized it, the knife in Fang Baihua's hand had already rested on his neck, causing his expression to turn pale. It's a change.

The smile on Fang Baihua's face had already subsided, she covered her face with frost, and said coldly: "Young Master, as a relative of the Great Song Dynasty, a fourth-rank official of the imperial court, and also representing the Great Song Dynasty as an envoy to Jurchen, it is reasonable to put the overall situation first. It's better not to provoke, let alone..."

She stretched the saber forward, approached Zhao Hao, and said in a low voice, "What's more, Young Master Zhi is in the ninth and fifth ranks. Wouldn't it be a joke if he lost his life because of this?"

After finishing speaking, Fang Baihua retracted the long knife, turned around and left with big strides.

Zhao Hao stared blankly at her back.

Maybe he saw, or maybe he didn't see, the deep sadness in her eyes.

Maybe he heard, maybe he didn't hear that broken voice in her heart.

Just when Zhao Hao was about to return to the big tent, he suddenly caught a few black shadows out of the corner of his eyes, and they disappeared in a flash.

Zhao Hao was furious, and shouted: "Han Laowu!"

A tall black shadow flashed out again, touched his head, and walked up to Zhao Hao with a smirk: "My lord, what are your orders..."

Zhao Hao asked in a deep voice, "When did you come here?"

Han Shizhong chuckled and said, "Young Master, how can we not set up secret sentries around the big tent? When the Jurchen princess sneaked over, I would have known about it... If it wasn't for the fact that the princess didn't have a weapon, I would have thought it was an assassin! Who material……"

Zhao Hao asked angrily: "Who expected what?"

Han Shizhong said with a smile: "Who would have thought that you would be stabbed by the young master...Young master, don't be nervous, the flowers are blooming and the hair will be broken. My old Han thinks that the young master is quite a man."

In an instant, Zhao Hao wanted to kill someone, and with a frantic look on his face, he cursed viciously, "Get lost!"

Han Shizhong laughed, and disappeared before Zhao Hao's eyes as if fleeing.

Zhao Hao touched his forehead, and returned to the big tent with a dejected expression.

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After the Jurchens rectified at the foot of Mount Lili, the main force continued to march southward under the leadership of the fierce general Wanyan Loushi, intending to sweep across the entire Zhongjing Road.

And Zhao Hao and his party also packed up and prepared to return to the country to return to their orders.

In order to show his sincerity, Wanyan Aguda sent Wanyan Xiyin, an important Jurchen minister, to accompany Zhao Hao to the Great Song Dynasty.

This time, there is no need to cross the land of Liao. You only need to cross Yiwulu Mountain, enter Liaodong, and then cross the sea from the southeastern part of Liaodong to reach the territory of Song Dynasty.As for safety at sea, it was guaranteed by the Jurchens.

The Jurchen army set off one after another, and Zhao Hao also bid farewell to Wanyan Agu.

Just as he was leaving Wanyan Agu's golden tent and returning to his own big tent, a sudden sound of a piano caught his attention.

The sound of the piano came from an exquisite large tent not far from the golden tent. The sound of the piano was long, with three songs, full of sadness of parting.

"Wei City is rainy in the morning and the dust is light, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and go west to Yangguan without any old friends! Frosty nights and frosty mornings. Trent, Trent, crossing Guanjin for a long distance, melancholy serving this body. Through hardships, through hardships, through hardships, you should cherish yourself, cherish yourself... Feelings, feelings, the twelve hours of thinking about you. Business and ginseng each have their own area, who is related, who is related, who can be related, Ri Chi Shen, Ri Chi Shen... The wine, the wine, the heart is already mellow before you drink it. Zai Chi, Zai Chi, when will you say Xuanxuan, how much can you drink... Chi Su Shen, Chi Su Shen, Chisu frequently recites, like a blind date, like a blind date. Hey! From now on, we will be farewell, and the two places will love each other like dreams, and we will hear the geese."

Let’s say goodbye from now on, the lovesickness between the two places is frequent, and the guests who hear the geese...

Wen Yan Laigu... the next time we meet, there will probably be a sound of fighting, and the soldiers will point directly at Huining's mansion.

The concubine is affectionate, passionate and romantic, just a night of spring night, after the spring night wakes up, you are a barbarian girl, and I am a minister of the Song Dynasty... or the king of the Song Dynasty.

It was like a spring dream without a trace.

But, can it really be traceless?
The seventh princess can't do it, what about Mr. Zhao?
Will you suddenly think of the erotic dream at the foot of Tribulus Mountain in a certain night?
Zhao Hao stopped for a while, thought for a while, and finally left slowly.

Yang Keshi, Han Shizhong and others had been waiting for a long time, and more than [-] Song soldiers also stood in awe.

After sharing weal and woe, and experiencing a legendary experience, these elite soldiers not only became more and more powerful, but also their favorability towards Zhao Hao reached over 75.

In addition to Zhao Hao and his party, there were also Wanyan Xiyin and his party of about several hundred people, next to Song Fang's soldiers and horses, waiting for Zhao Hao to set off first.

Zhao Hao got on his horse, glanced at everyone, raised his whip and said, "Let's go!"

As soon as the words were finished, a horse neighed suddenly, and a riding shadow rushed out from the queue, whizzed past Zhao Hao, and galloped forward first.

Zhao Hao was furious, and when he looked up, it was Fang Baihua's back, so he shook his head angrily.

Immediately afterwards, with a coquettish smile, another shadow riding out from the crowd, it was Liang Hongyu. When passing by Zhao Hao, Liang Hongyu reined in his horse and smiled slightly: "My lord has done something wrong this time, let me go and persuade Fang girl."

After finishing speaking, they also clamped the horse's belly, closely followed Baihua above, and the two of them walked forward together.

Zhao Hao smiled wryly and raised his horsewhip. He led the crowd and followed behind, heading towards the northeast direction mightily.

Just as they set off, they suddenly heard shouts from behind: "My lord, stop!"

Zhao Hao reined in his horse's feet suddenly, and turned his head slowly, only to see Wanyan Zongbi leading dozens of flying horses coming, and he didn't realize that there was a puzzled look on his face.

When he ran closer, he found a huge and frightening falcon - Haidongqing, on his shoulder.

"The most handsome one carved out of Liaodong is called Haidongqing." According to legend, only one "Ceidongqing" is produced out of [-] condors, which is the highest totem of the Jurchen clan.

Costin is a large raptor with a strong body weight.Females are larger than males.The maximum weight can reach 6 kg.The height is about 1 meter, and the wings are more than 2 meters long.The head feathers are white with brown spots, and the upper body is dark gray; the chest is brownish red with brown spots, and the tail is pure white; the mouth is thick and long, only the upper part of the tarsus is feathered, and the sexes are the same color, and the beak and claws are like iron hooks The same hard flies fast and high, and can catch swans, wild ducks, rabbits, roe deer and other animals.

Therefore, the emperors of the Liao Dynasty released Haidongqing near the Yazi River (now the Songhua River) every spring to catch swans. When the first swan was caught, they would hold a feast to celebrate, which was called "The Feast of Head Goose".During the Jin and Yuan dynasties, the Jurchen and Mongolian nobles also used Haidongqing to hunt.In the early years, Haidongqing was also an item that the Jurchens had to pay tribute to the Liao people every year.

The one on Wanyan Zongbi is considered the king among Haidongqing, its height is about the same as that of an ordinary Jurchen, and it weighs about [-] catties. It is estimated that its wings can reach three meters, and its pair of eagle eyes is even more majestic.

Zhao Hao saw Zong Bi coming to see him off in person, out of etiquette, he had no choice but to greet him with a horse.

Zong Bi held up Hai Dongqing on his shoulders expressionlessly, handed it to Zhao Hao, and said coldly, "This is Batulu, the divine bird of my Jurchen clan, given to you by Seventh Sister."

Zhao Hao's heart became hot, and he hurriedly took the huge bird. It was strange to say that the bird seemed to be psychic, and it was not noisy. It just screamed, spread its wings, and landed on Zhao Hao. hand, and then fell on Zhao Hao's shoulder.

Zhao Hao cupped his fists and saluted Zong Biyi: "Thank you, Fourth Prince and Seventh Princess!"

Zong Bi's face darkened, looking at Zhao Hao, his eyes were already bursting with fire: "You have defiled my seventh sister, in the future, when my Jurchen cavalry rides on Bianliang, I will cut off your head. Hanging at the north gate!"

Zhao Hao smiled indifferently, and said slowly: "If there is such a day, I will go straight to the Huining Mansion and kill all the people with the surname Yan, leaving only Lingmei alone!"

Zong Bi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, full of ridicule: "Young Master, your ambition is commendable! It's a pity...it's a pity...you are just a distant clan, and you will never be in charge... Hahaha……"

Zhao Hao still had a calm look on his face, he was not moved by his ridicule at all, he just saluted him again, said "I will see you later", then turned his horse's head around and left.

The envoys set off again, and a group of people rushed to Yiwulu Mountain in a mighty way.

Wanyan Zongbi stared at Zhao Hao's leaving back with hatred, the anger in his eyes was still strong, and he said in a hateful voice: "Son Zhao Hao, if you bully me, Princess Wanyan, I, Wanyan, will definitely humiliate you, Zhao." Empress Dowager!"

Hundreds of steps away, on a small hill, a veiled Jurchen girl sat on a snow-white horse, watching the line of army horses slowly leaving, staring at the big "Song" The words are in a trance.

Wanyan Zongwang on the side looked at Wanyanxue who was in despair, and said with a helpless wry smile: "Seventh sister, you are too headstrong, Jurchen and Song are separated by thousands of miles, and the two countries will inevitably fight each other in the future. With a wife..."

Wan Yanxue interrupted him softly: "Second brother, I don't regret it!"

never regret...

PS: At first I thought my work had calmed down, but it has become more turbulent in the past few days, and the recent update has not been stable... It is estimated that I will leave my job by the end of January at the latest to write a book full-time.

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