"Please seek peace?" Wanyan Zonggan sat back on the chair and snorted coldly: "I haven't decided whether it's a war or a peace yet?"

Wanyan Zongjun was not polite, and sat down opposite him and poured himself tea: "Fighting is naturally a battle, but if you miss the best opportunity, the effect of fighting again will be small, and the sacrifice of the old coach will become meaningless."

"Don't mention that old guy to me-"

Several books flew off the desk and fell to the ground. The hysterical figure stood up, pulled it and tore the scroll hanging on the wall, which was from the Wu Chao painter. After a moment of breathing, Zong Gan calmed down, turned to look at Zong Jun, and pointed over: "You seem to understand military affairs very much. Why did you go forward to fight the Wu Chao army once?"

Zong Jun put down the teacup, shook his head, and looked at the crazy person: "Now, fighting and harmony are OK, why don't you come up with your ideas as soon as possible? Otherwise, the Wu Chao army will fight and will have to resist the city and defend."

Seeing Zong Gan at the other end of the desk silently, Wanyan Zongjun wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth and stood up: "It seems that you are still thinking about Yin Keshu, will Wanyan Jiemu and others be in the same heart as you said before leaving. Your head was stained by the books of Wu Chaoren."

"What did Zhan Han say to you?" Wanyan Zonggan seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly raised his head with fierce eyes.

“Is it important?”

Zong Jun's face showed a mocking look, and his hands slammed twice. The door was pushed open suddenly. The lantern under the eaves shone on the lanterns, standing there with weapons, and then the leading Wanyan Loushi and Wushu walked in.

"You..." The moment he murmured and said two words, he saw the expressionless faces of the other three. Zong Gan, who understood, was trembling all over, "... This is to force the palace... It seems that you are the ones with ulterior motives." He took the weapons hanging on the wall.

Wow—

The blade was knocked out and inserted into the wall. Wu Shu retracted his hand, took a few steps forward, and approached: "Brother, you can't delay whether to fight or not. Besides, you are not my new Jurchen emperor, so you can't be considered as a forced palace."

Wanyan Zonggan, who was almost forced to the corner of the wall, shook his fingers and finally hung down weakly, "Since that's the case, I will issue an order to adjust Yinkeshu and Wanyan Jiemu to return to the defense of Shangjing Road."

"You don't have the chance to use your order again." Wanyan Zongjun turned around and waved his hand suddenly, "How could I, the Jurchen Emperor, take him down and imprison him like you."

The armored soldiers rushed in outside the door and took the once incredible Liao King Wanyan Zonggan, and were shackled and yelled: "If you commit rebellion, you will not die well!"

"You will die a bad death, too..."

The pain and regretful screams gradually faded outside. Zong Jun closed his eyes and sat down again. The candlelight swayed quietly on the table, and he seemed quite tired.

Wu Shu advised on the side: "This matter is not good. Since you want to do it, just do it in one breath. Otherwise, if he ascends the throne in the future, you and I will rarely have a good end."

"I know this."

Zong Gan rubbed his eyebrows: "It's just that brothers were slaughtering each other... First it was Zong Wang, now it was Zong Gan. The brothers who were intimate back then, and the brothers who were hunting in the mountains fell apart one by one... Is this world too tempting, or is it that we can't adapt to it?"

Wanyan Loushi, who was standing beside him, snorted coldly: "It was the eunuch of the Southern People who were too vicious. If it weren't for Zong Wang's affairs, how could we get to this predicament today?"

The cold words made the other two people not speak for a moment. They also knew about the past of the nine thousand-year-old Wu Chao. The lowest-subtle man, who stood at this height, was different from the sea of ​​blood at the other party's feet, which was different from what they had come out on the battlefield. When they thought of the conspiracy behind, it was like a blade passing by on their body, which was frightening.

In early October, King Wanyan Zong of Liao was imprisoned for suspected collusion with enemies and treason, and murdering Jin marshal Zhan Han. The one who succeeded to the throne was Wanyan Zongjun, who hastily become the third emperor of the Jin Dynasty.

In the Golden Palace, on the brand new dragon throne, Wanyan Zongjun asked someone to write a letter of the country and hand it over to the envoy, with a serious and majestic look.

"If the southerners are willing to negotiate, then they will be held back if they don't negotiate. Yin Keshu and Wanyan Jiemu's army are already on the way and will come soon."

"Abide by the order." The envoy who received the order respectfully worshiped and retreated.

The sun shines at the beginning, and the autumn sun is not bright. The envoy walked out of the palace and looked at the sky light in the carriage and narrowed his eyes slightly. His name was Yelu De. Yelu Chaoguang, who had died in battle before, was his son. When he met his enemies, he had to bear the anger.

He sighed and soon drove out of Shangjing Tianhui Mansion.

On October 11, during these days, the Wuchao East Route Army went north through Xinzhou and Chengzhou, and met with the Beiwei Army on Zhongjing Road. After more than ten days of peace, three armies began to approach Dading Prefecture of Zhongjing. The surrounding villages and towns began to be eroded by war, and the fleeing crowds were driven toward the city.

Standing on the city wall, seeing the people who fled here, Yelu De, as an envoy, could no longer sit still. When he rose one day, he went to the Wuchao military camp and waited for the summoning.

As the sky was setting, Bai Ning wiped the sweat stains on the sleepy woman's body, covered the blanket, and left the curtain. Xiao Chenzi whispered the incident of waiting for the Jin Dynasty envoy for a day.

"Let him come to see me in the big tent." After saying that, Bai Ning washed his hands and headed towards another tent.

The old man named Yelude sat there sweating profusely. He and the two deputy envoys had been here for a whole day, and the rice and water had not entered, as if they had been forgotten here.

Just as he was patiently pursuing it, a young eunuch came over and invited him, "I will take care of all the things I have done on Sundays. Only then can I see you, let's go with our family."

Soon, Yelu De met the eunuch who had extremely high power in the Wu Dynasty.

Put down the curtain.

"The foreign minister has seen the Wu Chao nine thousand years old." Yelu De brought the man forward and bowed.

Bai Ning buried his head in writing something on the desk table and said casually: "Find a stool and sit on it."

That's what he said, Yelu De still stood in the middle without moving. He looked at the figure who was wielding his pen and ink and opened his mouth to speak, but the other party seemed to have no intention of speaking, and swallowed the prepared words back. The two deputy envoys looked over there with disdain and muttered something in a low voice.

"Speak whatever you want to say, don't hesitate." Bai Ning raised his eyes and glanced at him, waved his hand casually. Cao Shaoqing, who was standing, nodded and led people to the two deputy envoys behind the old man.

"What are you going to do..."

"When two countries are at war, they will not be killed!"

The voice came to an abrupt end outside the tent, and two bloody heads were presented with a look of fear. Yelu De knew that the other party was trying to be a threat, but he killed someone without saying a word. It was simply... it was hard for him to describe it in tyrannical terms.

"They are just the ones who pass the message like me..."

Bai Ning put down his pen, sat up straight and looked serious: "Let's talk about the serious matters, this governor directly explains the conditions. First, Yanyun's Sixteen Prefectures are going to be taken back, this is originally the land of my Han family..."

Yelu De was stunned by his remarks, but then he reacted and nodded: "This is natural."

"Second, cede Yunnei, and Fengsheng's two states..."

Yelu frowned, as if he was unrealistic, and opened his mouth to speak out to stop him. The words continued: "Third, I am my brother in Wu Chao, so I will forget about rice, grain, brocade, and silk. Just express my congratulations to the New Year during the Chinese New Year."

"Admiral...this is impossible. The foreign minister is just a person who passes the message, how can he agree?"

"Then you go back and change to someone who can make the decision, but I said that here, after a while, you still have to fight if you should fight, and you won't wait for you to come back." Bai Ning leaned back to the chair, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The old man looked at the two heads on the ground and swallowed.

ps: Tomorrow is almost the same, so I will finish the main line. There are about three or four chapters left, so I will write them together tomorrow.
Chapter completed!