[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

Zong Bi's expression changed.

It's not because Zhao Yuan is better at controlling emotions, but because... It's because, being lightly swept away by her pair of black and white pupils, he immediately had the illusion of a sharp arrow piercing his chest, and broke out in cold sweat.

But Zhao Yuan didn't do anything, just sat there peacefully, looking at him with a half-smile.

This is not the look a subjugated empress should have.

This should not be the majesty and bearing that a subjugated emperor should have.

He was sure that this was the scariest woman he had ever seen in his life, a thousand times more terrifying than the father he had revered since he was a child, Wanyan Aguda, the dictator of the Kingdom of Jin.

"Prince Wushu, I will call you Prince one last time. Don't you think that I will stumble on the tricks I have used? But I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have to go to Shangjing rashly. Was caught off guard..."

Zhao Yuan spoke slowly, his voice was very peaceful, even a little lukewarm.Zong Bi gradually took a breath, and the big stone on his chest was released little by little.

But then Zhao Yuan changed the subject, glanced briefly at Zong Bi, and gradually showed an extremely cold smile on his face: "But I will only make it more perfect and more seamless. Whether it's you, your brother Zong Wang, or It's your Wang Shuwu begging for it, and I won't let any of them go."

Zong Bi stood up abruptly, kicked over the brazier in front of him with a bang, sparks flew everywhere.

"I really don't understand why you have such a big hatred for the Jin people! The strong is king, and the weak Song returns to the strong Jin. Isn't this a very logical thing?! Who made the Song Kingdom weak all the time!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Yuan also stood up, a suffocation rushed from his chest to his forehead, bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in his eyes.

"The Song Dynasty has been weak all year round? Yes, the release of military power with a glass of wine not only fueled Xixia's wolf ambitions but also fueled the arrogance of the Jin Kingdom! You smashed the Song people's country, broke the Song people's tranquility, and robbed the Song people's wives The woman stole the food of the Song people, and now she tells me that the Song country is weak! Wanyan Zongbi, no, Jin Wushu, I think you will never know how much pain you have brought to the Song people, you will never know' What does the name Wushu represent in the next thousand years!"

Country hatred, family feud.

I can't forget the wailing children under the golden soldiers and iron cavalry, I can't forget the mournful howls when the Yellow River pontoon bridge was burnt down, I can't forget the turbid flow of the Yellow River, the rolling waves, and the collapse of the country and the collapse of the mountains and rivers!

"you made it."

With red eyes, Zhao Yuan spoke word by word.

You have succeeded in stirring up my anger, which I have not been able to control in two lifetimes.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.

In those days, Wanli sought the title of Marquis, and the horses rushed to Liangzhou.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day...

There are no family sacrifices.

She sat down slowly, looked at Zong Bi, and let out a long breath.

"you will die."

boom!

Zong Bi kicked the brazier towards Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan didn't dodge, didn't scream, but lowered his eyes slightly.

Then, she disappeared completely under Zong Bi's horrified eyes.

The brazier fell straight onto the mustache stool, burning up the weak stool.

Zong Bi's face turned dark, and gradually turned pale again.

He knew what it meant for Zhao Yuan to disappear instantly in front of him.If she could disappear in front of him in an instant, then she could also disappear in front of the present Jin Emperor Wanyan Wu begging for money, or any general of the Jin Kingdom.

At that moment, Zong Bi thought of a lot.

Such as assassination, such as spying on the military situation, such as... poisoning the drinking water, and massacring the entire Jin Kingdom.

He dared to bet that once Zhao Yuan really did this, no one in the entire Kingdom of Jin would be able to stop her.

Zong Bi's breathing became heavier and faster, and he had to lean on a machete to barely stand.Maybe it was out of intuition or maybe it was because of his natural vigilance, he kept looking around with his copper bell-like eyes wide open.

He could feel that Zhao Yuan didn't leave.

However, he guessed the beginning but not the ending.

The moment Zhao Yuan suddenly appeared, Zong Bi didn't have time to swing his knife at her.He watched helplessly as Zhao Yuan picked up a silver nugget—yes, a huge silver nugget, which looked like a silver lock used by baby girls in the Song Dynasty—and threw it at him.

Is this Di Ji planning to smash him to death with money!

Zong Bi had to admit that he had never seen such a "ferocious" silver, although he had taken away a lot of silver ingots from Bianliang.

So, at that moment, he was taken aback by this local tyrant's style of play and froze on the spot.

The huge piece of silver was immediately thrown into his arms.

Zong Bi stood there blankly holding the huge silver piece that was never seen before or since.Although it was only for a moment, it was enough.

Zhao Yuan ran away.

Nonsense, Zong Bi has a knife in his hand!

She ran outside the tent in one breath, and said to the soldiers who were so bored that they were yawning, "Masters, just now I saw a piece of silver the size of a small mountain inside, and it was being embraced by the golden prince..."

Before the words were finished, a group of soldiers rushed into the tent with howls, and surrounded Zong Bi.

beat up.

Gang fight.

Fight each other.

The fourth prince Wushu ushered in the second nightmare in his life: being beaten up by a group of wolf-like men because he was innocently holding a huge piece of silver.

Zhao Yuan gathered up his coir raincoat outside the tent, calmed down his turbulent mood for a while, and began to think about the next strategy.

"Di Ji." Someone called her.

Zhao Yuan knew without turning his head that the person who called her was Zhong Yi.

This young man who was born on horseback and grew up in the army always seemed to have an inexplicable restraint when facing her.

"When... are we going to Shangjing?" Zhong Yi said, walking from behind Zhao Yuan to in front of her.

"You are the leader." Zhao Yuan shrugged meaninglessly, "Of course you decide when to go to Beijing."

"I……"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, but stopped talking.

——I subconsciously came to ask you.

——You are the smartest, quietest and most daring Diji I have ever seen. No matter what happens, you will always remain calm and unhurried, even I, a man, feel ashamed of myself.

——That's why I unknowingly... regard you as the backbone.

The boy lowered his head little by little, a little ashamed.

No matter how smart and bold she is, she is still an emperor who grew up in the deep palace since she was a child. How can she be like her grandfather and uncle, strategizing and winning thousands of miles away?

He changed the topic, and his voice gradually lowered: "I heard that envoy Hong Ling urgently brought the warrant of His Highness King Kang, as well as the signature of the Privy Council. Since the death of grandfather and uncle, the Western Army has no commander, so... so , Li Gang supervises the Western Army as the deputy envoy of the Privy Council." He paused, and added, "Zong Ze has taken over the position of grandfather before."

"So?" Zhao Yuan asked him.

"I'm a little worried." The young man was a little distressed, "Even if General Zong and Li Xianggong are old, there is still Yao Pingzhong who is in his prime. I... Anyway, I am a little bit unwilling."

"You're underestimating yourself."

"Emperor Ji?..." The young man suddenly raised his head, and his eyes gradually became brighter.

"For hundreds of years in the Song Dynasty, culture was valued over martial arts, and all generals underestimated themselves. Thirteen Lang, you are a general who was trained and taught by two businessmen. Do you think you will be inferior to others?"

"I have..."

"There are twelve clan brothers above you." Zhao Yuan cut off his words, "But what does that matter? Twelve clan brothers may not all be like you."

The young man lowered his head again, and said softly: "Most of the twelve clan brothers have died in battle."