An octagonal round lamp hung on the top of the palace, and the lights were burning.

The people who replaced the emerging forces of the Liao Kingdom were enough to hold their breath in this era. The old man on the throne was in his twilight years. A serious illness in the cold winter brought him unimaginable harm. Wearing a cloak with marten hair and brocade, he integrated his entire tall body into it. Under the high imperial stairs, the surrendered ministers, and the core clan looked at it quietly.

"When we entered the Liao Kingdom, there were many good things, but many were destroyed. When I came here, there was still a fire." A hoarse and low voice came out in Wanyan Agu's throat, just like a vicious wolf waiting to prey, opening its mouth.

"There are many good things in the Khitan, which we will never see in the deep mountains and forests for the rest of our lives, just like this throne. We sold all the tribes of our tribe and couldn't get a foundation, but now it is ours. The Jurchen country is also the Jurchen country, but many things are broken, just like this palace, it is rotten, but I can't bear to use money to repair it. This winter, many of our tribes have struggled to deal with under the snow and ice. This money needs to be used on them. A big stall outside is also broken, and we don't make money."

The cheeks of the dead tree smiled self-deprecatingly, and showed a heart-wrenching expression. He glanced at the ministers below and walked off the throne. His tall and thin body stood in front of the steps, with his arms hanging on both sides, and stood casually, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. "But the bloated country in the south is very rich. I heard that their money was piled up in the palace and could not even close the palace gate. I envied me. A few years ago, I put pressure on Wu Chao and put pressure on them to buy Yanyun's remaining state city to subsidize our pockets. Maybe some of you will laugh at me, an emperor who can only fight with people with weapons, how could he do business?"

Step on

Step on

He raised his gray head and walked down the imperial stairs step by step. "The twelve cities seem to be something I want to lose, but don't forget that those were hit by the Jurchens. We can hit the next time, and we can hit the second time." He clenched his hand into a fist and squeezed it tightly in the air. "Ten millions of coins of money are equal to being given to us for free. Unfortunately, I have waited for a long time and my patience has been worn out. The winter outside may have passed, but the Jin Kingdom is still in the cold of winter."

The lights were burning quietly, the hall gate was opened, the cold wind roared in, and the flames swayed, Wanyan Zongwang stood at the entrance of the hall.

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At Yanmen Pass, the north wind blew across the pass.

The Wu Dynasty flag was hanging on the walls and roaring in the wind. At the huge school ground behind the pass, the Wu Dynasty soldiers were struggling with their weapons and their roars rose up into the sky. On the coaching platform in front, Huang Xin's figure walked back and forth on the high platform, occasionally making a stern sound to correct the soldiers' wrong actions.

In a room in Guan Pass, Qin Ming took off the bandage wrapped around his body, stroked the mace on the weapon stand, and danced to the empty space of the yard. The snow under his feet had not completely melted.

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"Father"

When Wanyan Zongwang walked into the serious and deep palace, the old man was still talking. Then he knelt on one knee on the ground and clasped his fists, called politely, and listened quietly to the old man's words.

"But the wolf does not need to hibernate. Winter is still the world of our Jurchens. If they don't bring it, it doesn't matter. Then we will take it in person. I fought out from the white mountains and black waters, swept the Liao Kingdom, defeated hundreds of thousands of people, and didn't care about going to the south and defeating hundreds of thousands of people. There are countless good things there, good things you have never seen before. Do you want it?"

At this moment, Wanyan Aguda looked at his son, "The Juzhen men have almost prepared. In this spring, during the farming season of southerners, we will kill him."

Zong Han was excited when he looked at Gao Da Canglang's father; Zong Bi clenched his fist and punched the air hard, licking his scarlet lips; Zong Wang looked up, the old man's figure passed by him and walked outside the palace gate. Spring had risen, spread out, and his vision expanded. In the palace, there were crowds of people, dense forests of guns, and flags stood in the wind.

The strong wind blew across the school ground, the flags, the heavy breathing sounds floating, and the sky clouds rolled.

Wanyan Aguda walked to the stone steps of the palace. The wind blew up a corner of his fur coat, stretched his arms to the sky, and clenched his fists. The rumbling thunder rolled and exploded in the sky, and his voice was like thunder sounding at this moment.

"Many of you think we just finished fighting the Khitans and occupied their country. We should rest for a while without having to work so hard..."

....

In the south, and in the south, after the Fangla turmoil in Jiangnan, the dilapidated cities gradually repaired the trauma. Merchants from the north began to occupy the blank market with their goods. The people who were hiding from the war also returned to their hometowns and picked up hoes. The season for spring sowing is here. In the countryside, the city is bustling with pedestrians and merchants... It is bustling.

On the top of the light, the flags of the sun and the moon were waving in the wind. The wide topless sedan chair was carried on the shoulders of ten people and heading down the mountain. A woman in red makeup twisted the needle, embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water. Occasionally, she looked at others, "…. Bai Ning killed an old monk? It's ridiculous... Why did he kill him? Have you found out?"

Li Tianrun whispered in a low voice, the woman in the sedan chair covered her face and smiled, her beautiful eyes circulated, "….. Bodhidharma's body, broken limbs are reunited... No wonder, then let's go north, ignore the group of stinky Taoist priests in Lingyi Mountain..."

At the foot of Lingyi Mountain, several horses were riding up the mountain to meet someone inside, "We are here to ask Taoist Lingxu for the elixir of the current Cai Xiang."

The mountain gate above opened, hundreds of people were busy coming and going, using health-preserving martial arts. Then, someone met them.

...

"...Yes! We really don't need to be so tired, but I want to tell you here that when we conquered the Liao Kingdom, we also smashed it. We need a lot of money and people to repair it. What should we do? Go and ask for the Wu Dynasty in the south in a low voice?" Wanyan Aguda's voice resounded over the palace.

Below, countless people raised their arms, "can't"

"Since we don't ask for others, we can only go and rob... and kill them and let them take the best things and the most valuable things..."

Wanyan Aguda paused for a moment, then roared out: "…. Even their most beautiful women are snatched up. I will take you with you to the Wuchao Capital with you to reach out to the capital."

"Let them see who is the master of this world"

"Let them see who is the wolf and who is the sheep"

"Let them see, let them taste, how invincible it is for the Jurchens to get together"

The deep-sinked eyes, the turbid eyes emitted a fierce light at this moment. The silver-white beard was shaking, and the high-pitched voice roared out at this moment: "Long live the Jurchen"

Behind him, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Loushi, Wanyan Zonghan and other Jin generals raised their arms and roared across the sky. Countless Jurchens on the school ground raised their weapons and pointed directly at the sky, and their huge roar shook the earth.

"Long live the Jurchen!!!!"

………

The whistling sound rushed into the sky, crossed the city, to the south, the warm Bianliang, the city gate was entering and leaving, and two tall monks holding weapons were stopped and questioned. In a huge palace courtyard, a silly girl was looking at the sun in the sky, waving to the sky with a smile. On the city gate to the east, two carriages took some servants to Yuncheng, and had many words to say to her parents in front of the tomb. On the path in the forest, a man was in the wind and rain, carrying a small bamboo basket and some plain food, talking in front of a tombstone, eating breakfast. There was a crying child in the cold palace, and the man in a dragon robe coughed, and helped the child who was learning to walk up from the ground with a smile...

It was an ordinary morning, and all kinds of people lived in various lives, but the huge shadow was about to cover the north.

………

Clouds float in the sky.

In the empty imperial palace, the old man sat down weakly. Wanyan Zongwang looked at him worriedly, "Father, your health has not yet recovered. Let your sons do the battle against martial arts."

The old man gasped for a while, his eyes with fierce light closed and opened tiredly. Looking at the candle burning in the palace, the sound rang among the two: "I am fighting and fighting for life. I am the backbone of their clansmen and the great hero in their hearts. How can I..."

"…How can I die on the sickbed!" Wanyan Aguda swallowed hard, and looked at Zong Wang's son, "We have all come out in the snow and ice. I want to see how big the world is, what is the south, and whether the sheep in the south are docile or not."

Wanyan Zongwang looked at the once iron-blooded wolf king, his eyes were wet and his throat rolled in pain, and he whispered: "Father...'s plan, Zong Wang knew... it's better for the robbery, come on, you can wait at home."

The old man waved his hand and patted Zong Wang on the sobbing shoulder, "The Wolf King... should not die in the warm nest, but passed away in the conquest."

Afterwards, he put on a wolf jacket, held a scepter carved with wolf bones, stood up, walked out with a tall figure. He stopped halfway and turned around and smiled kindly at his son.

"Han is inseparable. You have to keep up, we are going to start hunting."

This sentence is just like what the young father said to his young and ignorant son in a tribe that was still in the wilderness. Over there, Wanyan Zongwang nodded, wiped away the wet things in the corner of his eyes, and quickly followed his father.
Chapter completed!