Marvel Galen

As the second emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Wu Qimai was not very willing to sit in this position. Although he also had the courage and wisdom of a hero, compared with his brother Wanyan Aguda, he only lacked one. Ambition, to be able to sit in this position now, it is probably because Wanyan Agu has figured this out, so that the throne can be successfully passed to his son in the future.

Otherwise, he would probably take Wu Qimai away when he left.

On the imperial steps, the figure walking around was like a giant bear, bringing a sense of oppression to the two people below. He walked to the stairs more than ten steps away from the two of them.Looking at Wanyan Zongwang, his voice echoed loudly in the golden palace.

"The Jurchens have never been afraid of any enemy, nor have they underestimated any enemy. The barbarians in the west should be taught a lesson."

When Wanyan Zongwang heard this, he glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye and raised his proud head. As a sign of recognition, what he had done was appreciated by the emperor, which gave him a slight upper hand in terms of momentum.

"...I have heard that the number of barbarians on the grassland is only a few hundred or thousands. Wanyan Yinkeshu has an army of [-] people there. If he can't solve even this small problem, he won't It's necessary to come back." Gundam's burly figure turned around and walked on the red carpet, "....Don't say stupid things to me, like the other party comes and goes like the wind. I don't accept this. I'm an enemy, so just say it. To destroy it, our focus must still be on the wealthy south."

Wanyan Zongwang nodded, "Yes, but although my nephew has brave soldiers and generals, the food and grass are not enough to support a larger war. After all, the areas north of the Yellow River have been destroyed. If you want to get more, you can only Go deeper to the vicinity of Bianliang, and even further to the Wu Dynasty city."

"Um..."

Wu Qimai looked back at him and smiled inexplicably, causing Wanyan Zongwang to be slightly startled. The figure walking up the imperial steps waved his hand: "....Then you go and prepare, but not this year. Zhanhan is guarding the south and Yin Keshu is in the west, so you should train your troops well...suppress your anger...gather your strength and wait for the order to go south."

"But..."

"No but"

The palm of his hand slammed on the dragon table, and the long table made of gold and jade shook with a bang. The words and ink on it jumped up for a moment, and the low and short shout was half a step back from Zong Wang who wanted to continue talking.

The emperor sat down again.

"Go down and train your troops. Without my order, your people are not allowed to take a single step to the capital."

The sound turned into wind and swept away. The bronze lampposts on both sides were swaying with flames.Wanyan Zongwang lowered his head and cupped his hands: "I obey the order, I will go down to train my troops and horses, and wait for your Majesty's orders." He bowed and walked backwards out of the palace. When he left, his cloak shook and his fists were tightly clenched in the shadows.

"Uncle...Your Majesty..." Wanyan Zongqian looked at the retreating figure and quickly turned to the emperor in the Jinluan Palace, "...Zongwang has always been unruly...he..."

Wu Qimai waved his hand to interrupt, "I have watched you all grow up, so why don't you know what his temper is? I feel bad for saying these words today, but your father entrusted you with them on his deathbed, and those words are still with me. It's ringing in my ears, saying it all the time... Jin Guo really can't fight anymore, at least not this year... maybe next year, Zong Wang will be disappointed."

"We, Dajin, have relied on force to get to where we are today, but we cannot use brute force to govern now. Zong Gan, if we want to govern such a large country well, we want our Jurchens to enjoy the fruits and no longer suffer from hunger and cold. In this difficult situation, there will inevitably be sacrifices, and as for what the sacrifices will be...I don't know."

The old man, who was almost sixty, closed his eyes slightly. The fierce general who followed his brother to dominate the battlefield was already old, and the gray hair under his crown showed that the years were like a knife.

"...The country has grown, and the Liao and Han people who were not Jurchens are now the subjects of the Jin Kingdom. They always have to eat. If they don't have enough to eat, people will have a fire in their hearts. Burning, when the burning is strong, other thoughts will begin to arise. If it becomes chaotic, it will make Wu Chao laugh. "

Wu Qimai opened his eyes, with a smile on his face: "It's a joke that we are barbarians from deep mountains and forests after all, and we can't learn from others... Although I don't like to talk about face... But Jurchen is like this You can't afford to lose two words, Zongqian, do you understand?"

Over there, Wanyan Zongqian nodded in agreement: "...What uncle said is exactly what Zongqian thought. Just like a scholar from the Wu Dynasty said, "Governing a big country is like cooking small dishes. If you are not in a hurry, my second brother has it." I’m impatient.”

The person on the golden dragon chair may be a little tired. The trauma left on the battlefield in his early years is now beginning to emerge in his old age. However, his temperament is more sentimental than before. After talking for a while, he is tired. Wu Qi Wanyan Zongqian waved his hand to Wanyan Zongqian below, "I'm tired. You can go back to Zongwang's side. Don't provoke him. I'm leaving you here to talk. I don't think you're doing everything right. Don't do the little tricks behind your back." , he is also your brother after all."

"Yes." Zong Qian bowed without changing his expression.

The burly figure stood up and began to leave sideways, "...I don't have a few more years to live. I won't block your way, but as long as I live, I will be the emperor of the Jin Kingdom. I will never see brothers killing each other. This You will never give in, you know?”

"Yes." Zong Qian said again, his face already stained with sweat.

The footsteps leaving over there suddenly stopped. He raised his arm and shook his fingers. Wu Qimai turned his head and said: "...Ten days ago, I received a letter from Datong Mansion. Take it and see what you should do." Do."

After that, he sent Wanyan Zongqian away and went all the way back to the harem.

In mid-May, Linhuang Mansion.

It was another ordinary day in the hot weather. Caravans and people entering the city came and went through the city gate, and then were interrogated and then allowed to leave. After a pair of motorcades entered the city after being interrogated, they stopped at a warehouse. When the unloading workers were unloading the goods and leaving, three black figures rolled out from under the three large trucks.

As far as the eye can see, there are busy figures all around. Those who really noticed them probably took a glance and continued to do their own things.

Yelu Hongyu looked around, found the path, and lowered her voice: "Let's go..."

Beside her, Bai Ning held the Xuantian Hunyuan Sword and followed her as she and Sun Zuizhi left the goods distribution center in Shangjing and took their pick of the less crowded alleys. Not long after, someone came to meet them, and the three of them quietly entered a small door. .

Inside is a small courtyard, and the bustling noise of people on the street can be heard not far away.

"Princess...you are back." The old man closed the small door and wiped his tears.

Bai Ning just looked at the two of them, and probably guessed that the other person was an old servant of Yelu Hongyu's house, so he withdrew his gaze and sat on the chair. The woman over there had already walked over and helped the servant up.

"How are you doing now... Others..." Yelu Hongyu looked at the other person and asked.

The old man calmed down and said, "Almost the dead are gone, and the surviving ones have dispersed. There used to be more than a dozen people in this courtyard, but now the old slave is the only one left."

As the old man spoke, he slowly turned around and went to light a fire in the kitchen to cook, "It will be good if you come back... Princess, when you come back, we will have hope. Those cowards who ran away should regret it..."

The rambling words made Bai Ning frown. He probably felt that the three of them were hiding in the home of a somewhat demented old man, so they were a bit unreliable.Next to him, Sun Zai was trembling a little while holding the copper stick. It was not fear or nervousness. He whispered: "Brother-in-law, I haven't killed the emperor yet... Can the three of us really do it?"

Bai Ning turned to look at the sunshine outside. It was a sunny time, casting a dazzling light.

"Killing the emperor... isn't that difficult." He said softly.

ps: There’s only one update left today, I can’t hold on anymore, I slept late last night and dozed off at work during the day.Keep your spirits up and kill the emperor again tomorrow.See more prestige official account: hhxs665