[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

"Really?" Zhong Yi continued to say casually, "That's Diji Tiao. Taught well."

He was indeed spoiled by her.

A long time ago, he would only have marched with the utmost safety, like his grandfather.But now, he has learned the dangerous tactics of soldiers, learned the strange ways, and learned to burn the tender grass that has just sprouted...

He learned to keep Han Shizhong, let the Western Army and the Jingying become horns of each other, and share the extraordinary feat of recovering Yanyun.

He learned the excuse of "scattering some seeds" and sent a letter to Liang Hongyu's army pigeon. At the most appropriate time, he appeared in Bei'an Prefecture and successfully picked up the second emperor Jingkang.

He learned to run to Beijing desperately just to see if she was okay.

In the past six months, he has learned too many strange things, so many that he is not like himself.

He still clearly remembered that he threw away his spear and horse, and traveled alone in the barren wilderness.At that time, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the eyes were extremely cold. He cleared a small open space and threw the torch outside. Immediately afterwards, a raging fire started a prairie fire.

The fire did not last long, and gradually subsided.Because the melted snow water can prevent the fire from spreading.

He stood alone in the wilderness, turned around slowly, clung to the sharp long sword, and walked towards the camp of the golden man.

I can't remember how many mountains of corpses I have climbed and how many seas of blood I have climbed, and more than a dozen deep and shallow scars have been added to my body.He raised the torch and threw it towards the grain stacks that were connected together, and in an instant, a fire that never extinguished day and night was ignited in the field.He heard the golden man yelling and cursing in fear, trying to keep his life completely on this ice and snow field.At that moment, he thought of death, his grandfather, the many brothers who died in battle, and a pair of clear and warm eyes.

He cannot die.

He was going to live to see her.

Such a bold and reckless Di Ji, a god-like Di Ji, probably no one else would dare to marry her except him.

this is not good.

He doesn't like her to be alone all her life, he wants to see her with a peaceful smile, leisurely for the rest of her life.

He thought of what she once said, "raise war with war", and what she once said, "burn it if you can't finish it".It turned out that she had already understood everything, and it turned out that she was standing on the highest point, overlooking the changing situation on the land of Yanyun.

——I will replace you and win the battle thousands of miles away.

This is definitely not an oath made on a whim, he will use all he has to fulfill the promise he made to her.

Carrying three days of rations on his back, he ran frantically on the land of Yanyun, behind him were silent black-armored personal guards, silently guarding him and this ancient land.Yanzhou, Jizhou, Yongzhou... He didn't know how he could have such great perseverance, only relying on a belief to support him, he kept running on the vast Yan land.

Finally he received a letter from Liang Hongyu and took away the Second Emperor Jingkang.

Finally, he waited until the spring came back and the pastures in the land grew, and the red-eyed Yandi garrison cut down the young grass to feed the horses.What Di Ji said was right, those violet vetches that had just plucked out their buds were added to the forage, and the golden man's war horses fell down in pieces.

But zi vetch is too little.

Silently, he took out the fire pocket, poured kerosene on the pasture, and ignited another wildfire.

This time there was no snow, and the wind fueled the fire, scorching the vast expanse of pasture.He didn't take anyone with him, and even Zhao Huan was left in Bei'an Prefecture by him. He was the only one with a small amount of rations and set fire crazily.

The horses of the Jin people fell down and starved to death. The Song army was like sharp spears, tearing through their last line of defense.

The golden man retreated.

The Song army had never been so proud, nor had it been so imposing. The red-tasseled felt hats swept most of Yanyun from the ancient city of Yanjing.He felt that he should leave the field, and leave the rest to Zongze and Han Shizhong, and to these Guanshan men who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round.

Then, together with Zhao Huan, he went north to Beijing.

He wanted to see Di Ji, and he also wanted to see the frightened expressions of the nobles of the Kingdom of Jin.He thought it would be fun.

Zhong Yi quietly looked at Zhao Yuan in front of her. She was lowering her head and unconsciously brushing her toes.He suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her.And then he actually did.The moment he touched Di Ji, his hands were slippery, just like stroking the finest mutton jade.

"Will you be angry?" He asked her in a low voice, "Will you be angry when I treat you like this?"

Zhao Yuan swiped his toes and frowned: "What if I say 'angry'?"

He withdrew his hand as if touching a raging fire, and took two steps back: "Chen..."

"Okay." Zhao Yuan stepped forward, stretched his arms around his waist, rested his head lightly on his chest, and said in a low voice, "I'm not angry."

He caught his breath, followed by uncontrollable ecstasy.

"But I..." She frowned and muttered, "I always feel that something is wrong. Well, I must be broken somewhere, it must be..."

"Well, Thirteenth Young Master, oh no, Thirteenth Lang." She raised her head, her eyes gradually showed a strange look, "How many people did you bring here? Is there someone outside the city to meet you?"

"Of course there are." He replied, "Emperor Ji wants to..."

"Lend me eighteen people, no, nineteen." She said quietly, "I want to send a group of people back first."

Zhong Yi let out a "huh".

Suddenly, he froze: "Nineteen?"

The fake dancers beside Di Ji, including herself, are only eighteen in total!

She smiled slightly: "The last one is you. I want...to go back with you and have a look. Would you like to?"

He hugged her tightly and sighed lowly: "...I can't be willing anymore."

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Emperor Jin ordered that the whole city be under martial law, allowing people to enter and not leaving.

But this does not prevent some people from secretly doing some "exchange".

As long as there are always eighteen foreign dancers registered in the register, these careless officials of the Kingdom of Jin will not bother to count them at all.So very smoothly, the eighteen dancers went for a stroll around the gate of the city. When they came back, they were still eighteen, but they had become big and round. Although they were wrapped in thick leather jackets, they still looked weird.

Then, Zhao Yuan went to the Clothes Bureau again, planning to bring out another sixteen people.

But this time, she hit a wall.

It was still in the middle of the night, and she took advantage of the space to sneak into the Jin Kingdom Palace without a sound.Martial law for two consecutive months, even the golden man can't stand it anymore, and he dozes off groggyly while patrolling the streets.In the silent palace, only the clothing bureau occasionally made the sound of pounding clothes.

It's Concubine Wei.

Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment, because Concubine Wei was Zhao Gou's biological mother.

However, she only hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, revealed her identity, and asked Concubine Wei gently if she would like to leave with her.

Concubine Wei pounded her clothes, and said with a sneer, "How far can you, a weak 16-year-old girl, lead me?"

Zhao Yuan said softly: "Roufu has successfully sent mother and concubine out of the city."

"Forget it, I don't want to take this risk." Concubine Wei continued to tamper with her clothes unhurriedly, taking the time to raise her head and glance at Zhao Yuan, "The only way I can hold my life is in my own hands. Peace of mind. As for you—oh, instead of counting on you, you might as well count on King Kang.”

Zhao Yuan was silent for a while.

Indeed, Concubine Wei was right, instead of counting on her, it is better to count on her own son.

Zhao Yuan carefully tried a round in the clothing bureau.It was not dark at that time, and most of these Bianliang noble ladies who were forced to become rough envoys did not sleep peacefully.When they saw Zhao Yuan, they were taken aback for a moment, and then most of them, like Concubine Wei, shook their heads silently, preferring to hide in the clothing bureau and wait for "more suitable people" to rescue them, rather than take such a big risk with Zhao Yuan .

This is human nature.Zhao Yuan thought to himself.She didn't force anyone to stay, but called the few people who were willing to leave with her, and whispered a few words.

Not long after, news of the "death" of the rough envoy maid came from the Huanyi Bureau.There were those who threw rice balls, those who threw them into wells, and those who took poison... Before the eunuch who made the books had time to examine them, he heard that they were rolled up with straw mats and thrown into mass graves outside the city.

Well, it's just a few court ladies anyway, if you lose it, you lose it.

The eunuch absent-mindedly made the booklet, wondering where to pick two young girls to make up for it tomorrow.In any case, these women are not human beings in their eyes. It's no big deal to replace two of them after they die.

This matter, Zhao Yuan did quite smoothly.

She hardly encountered any obstacles, and brought more than [-] replaced "dance girls" out of Shangjing City, sent them to the carriage, and drove all the way towards Yanjing City.

"Roufu has really changed a lot..."

On the wall of the capital, Zhao Huan muttered to himself with a face full of pockmarks.

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