The huge school ground, countless flags roared.

Except for the guards of the East Factory Jinyiwei, there were no Wu Rui army soldiers in the array. In front of the high platform of the open school, there were figures holding the letter of the country. The eunuchs in the palace searched and inspected. After removing one of the weapons, they led them to the point and general.

"The Jin envoy, Wanyan Han, met with him"

The eunuch Gao Xuan, who led the way, shook the whisk and retreated to the side. The two figures behind him naturally approached. "Wanyan Han, the envoy of the Jin Kingdom, suddenly saw His Majesty the Emperor of the Wu Dynasty." While speaking, Wanyan Han suddenly bowed and looked at the figure above.

It was in front of the huge blue dragon water-turning screen, on a python chair, with a black golden palace robe embroidered with a dragon and a sliver of the clouds, a pair of pedaling clouds, a pair of pedaling clouds, and a pair of pedaling clouds, pillowing their hands on the armrests, and the other party's eyes were coldly looking at the school ground.

The one in front of him should be Bai Ning. Wanyan Hanhu had never seen him before. Most of them were heard of him. The other party was the admiral of the Dongchang, who was more than ten thousand people in the Wu Dynasty. He was a powerful official who decided the life and death of anyone with one word. He looked much more restrained. Seeing that the other party had not replied for a long time, Hanhu spoke again.

"The envoy of the Jin Kingdom met the East Factory Nine Thousand Years."

When the respectful words came, Bai Ning on the python chair finally made a little move, his cold eyes slid and looked at the two people below. On the armrest, his slender fingers gently tapped, his thin lips slightly opened, and he vomited coldly: "No need to be polite."

Then, the palm of his hand waved.

Someone moved a chair and placed it behind Han Hu. After the other party sat down, Bai Ning leaned forward slightly: "I heard that a while ago, you were trying to win over your relationship. I wonder if you could tell me what you were going to do?" He took the letter of nationality and gift items handed over by Cao Shaoqing.

Below, the Jurchen man with a thick hair was not happy, so he stepped forward and raised his finger: "...You have no right to ask about our behavior. Even if you want to answer, you will only ask the emperor of the Wu Dynasty. Please ask Nine Thousand Years to let Your Majesty come out and talk to us."

"Hutulu!!" Wanyan Han frowned suddenly and shouted in a deep voice.

"It's okay."

On the high platform, Bai Ning looked at the rough and fierce Jurchen with interest, with smiles on his lips and revealing his white teeth. "The emperor is just a little kid who can cry, so naturally I have to take care of these things, just like you, as the deputy envoy, but you say the words of the envoy."

Hutulu looked at Han Hu on the chair, closed her mouth and took a step back with a tactful look.

However, the next second.

The cold voice of "Palm and Mouth" sounded on the high platform.

The Jurchen man who removed the weapons was no match for the Jinyiwei with superb martial arts skills. After a few punches and feet, he was twisted. A man who was punished came over and waved his hand and slapped him in the face.

Wanyan Han suddenly wanted to go forward to plead with mercy, but Bai Ning didn't even look at him, so he had to sit back again. The crackling sounds coming over were endless.

Han suddenly became angry, bit his teeth, stood up and bowed, "Nine Thousand Years old, Hutulu is my minister of the Great Jin. Even if he makes a mistake, the Wu Dynasty should not be punished."

"But this is Wu Chao." Bai Ning turned his head, clasped his fists and supported him on his face, "Wu Chao has the final say."

Then, he threw the gift item at his feet, stood up, and the dragon on the unfolded palace robe seemed to be alive, the sky light was blooming among the clouds, and the dragon scales shone golden in color.

Boom... Boom...

Heavy steps came from the distance of the military camp. Soon, a war drum was ringing and echoing in the sky. Wanyan Hanhu's hair stood upside down, and his whole person bounced from the chair. The wooden chair was knocked back. He turned around and his eyes passed by Hutulu, who was covered in redness, swollen and blood. On the other side of the huge school ground, several black torrents came from the Sandao Camp gate with a overwhelming momentum.

It was neat steps, cold weapons held high and collided with ecstasy, and a look of fanatical eyes.

Wanyan Han suddenly thought of a possibility. The admiral of the East Factory had no sign of negotiation at all. There was only one possibility left. He trembled all over and looked back at the high platform in panic.

The wind blew up the man's palace robe, and the robe was raised lightly, slowly raising his arms, as if he was embracing countless soldiers in his sight, and then clenched into fists.

The command to "stop" the horse galloping is shouting.

On the school ground, the footsteps stopped with a last bang, and the dust on the ground spread out and rose in the sky. The strong wind blew, and the dust was twisted and flew in the air. In the misty sight, a figure rushed over on a war horse.

The horse's hooves shook and flew past Han's feet.

Xilulu

The scarlet cloak shone in the wind, and the general covered in armor turned over and dismounted with his reins. The armor leaves passed over to the high platform in the trembling movement, bowed his arms, and his voice sounded majestic and majestic.

"The last general Yue Fei pays homage to the Admiral."

Bai Ning nodded and smiled, turning around with her sleeves.

...

"Nine Thousand Years... You are fighting undeclared..." Wanyan Han suddenly struggled and pushed forward. In his sight, the general named Yue Fei walked up to the platform. Han Huben stopped him and shouted, then his eyes shook and he was beaten to kneel down.

The fur of the marten fell to the ground and was stepped on by several feet. When the wind blew over, the fur was stroking slightly. On the stage, Bai Ning watched Yue Fei pick up the letter of Guo on the ground and flipped it over, pinched it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and rolled his throat.

"A few years ago, Fei was just an ordinary citizen of the Wu Dynasty. His mother was at home, his wife was virtuous, and his children were still in his infancy. Life was still alive. Later, most of you remember that the Jurchens came..."

He trembled slightly as he pinched the Jurchen Book's fist, and he closed his eyes, as if he remembered the scene of that year: "... They swept across the entire Liao Kingdom, and were not satisfied, and pointed the blade at the unarmed people of Wu Dynasty... They burned, killed, plundered, and plundered corpses everywhere, why are they..."

Yue Fei suddenly opened his eyes, and his short moustache opened his wrinkled Chinese Book and smashed it on Wanyan Hanhu's face below. His voice roared like thunder.

"How innocent they died"

He was about to stare at the corners of his eyes, blood was covered with blood, "The mountains and rivers collapsed under your iron hooves, and blood flowed in the inch of the soil. How many unjust souls are complaining about the grievances. Today you are here to present the letter of the country, what is it written on it... Brotherly country!!! How can millions of men in my Wu Dynasty be so unscrupulous?"

The sharp sword slowly pulled out from the scabbard, and the cold light slowly bloomed in the morning light.

"...I, Yue Fei, will let you Jurchens watch carefully. My Han bones are the sharpest weapon. We will take back the humiliation you gave yourself. Then we will talk about who is brother and who is brother."

His arms were raised, the sword buzzed slightly in the air, his majestic and upright body stood there, and his voice roared in the wind: "All the soldiers obeyed the orders and died in battle, leaving our heroic souls on the northern land, Yongzhen the northern border, and Beiwei's frontier, everyone surrendered."

On the school ground, weapons were like forests and slowly moved. Under the high platform, Wanyan Han was suddenly kicked down and pressed to the ground. The sword light was raised above his head and passed through the morning light for a moment.

fall.

The head with blood rolled on the ground.

The next moment, the sword tip was cut off. "Northern Expedition"
Chapter completed!