The news of the massacre of Dading Prefecture made Shangjing feel frightened and it was inevitable that he would stay overnight.

As soon as the figure who ascended the throne of the Nine Five swung away the concubine who was serving the bed, he pushed down the lamppost. The candle fell to the ground and lit the lampshade. The expression of Zong Jun began to spread. Seeing the fire guards, the palace servants rushed in, carried the emperor away, and drove the fire to the fire to enter and exit.

After that night, the order for the peace talks was handed out from him. This time, the minister who had no war came forward to oppose it. Wanyan Zongjun naturally understood that the Jiu Qiansui of the Wu Dynasty had pinched the weakness of these people. No matter how tough a person was, he could not be tough.

He had vowed to say the main battle frankly before, but now he feels he has been sold by these respectful people.

At the end of October, the skylight came from the north. Wanyan Jiemu brought envoys escorted by the army to Dading Prefecture to hold peace talks with the Wu Dynasty. Almost all the people inside were "stand" outside the city.

The city walls, seven or eight feet tall, were covered with shriveled heads, and maggots were squirming in their empty eye sockets. The bodies of the people in the city and the corpses of soldiers were stacked up to create dozens of hills. The blood had solidified, and the viscous liquid dripped from above, and the smell of stench could be smelled for several miles.

Really piled up like a mountain...

Wanyan Jiemu accompanied the envoy to the Wuchao military camp to meet Bai Ning with the other son of Wanyan Aguda, Wanyan Zongfu. The two of them walked on the city wall, and the charred and dried blood stains on it seemed to be crying about the fire and the terrifying massacre.

When we arrived near the city gate, a large number of burnt corpses were floating in the moat. The short ones should be children, and the thinner ones may be old people or women. Their faces were charred, so it was probably impossible to tell the difference.

"I won't go in..." Wanyan Zongfu, who has always been honest and generous among the Jurchens, covered his mouth and could no longer bear it and stepped back and vomited.

"More than 100,000 soldiers and civilians... After killing in one day, what did the Wu Dynasty use..." When he raised his body, he thought of a key point, but after he spoke it, his words became a little distorted.

"What are you using? Send someone to check later. I was the closest to you and should come to rescue..." Wanyan Jiemu turned around and walked back, "But without the order of the court, I can only stay where I am. I have a sin in this city."

The flies pounced on the fur and crawled on it. Wanyan Zongfu waved his hand and rushed away. Looking at the face of a child with a wide mouth in the mountain of corpses, there were wet marks in the corner of his eyes. "If Zonggan could be more decisive, we would not have suffered such a crushing defeat."

"After this peace talks, our court should keep in mind the lesson this time, that the Wu Dynasty should also pay attention to the powerful weapons, after all, it is better to die less in war."

Wanyan Jiemu sighed, and after a moment, someone came to report and found the corpse of Yelu De and Balisu. He smiled: "I can finally give Yin Keshu an explanation."

Zong Fu looked at him and was slightly silent.

The two of them then returned. The next day, on October 30th, the Jin army advanced to confront the Hejian Prefecture Army. Wanyan Zongfu took a car to the Wuchao military camp stationed ten miles away and began to negotiate with the Wuchao people.

However, when the conditions he had discussed with him were not in line with, Cao Shaoqing directly overturned the table. Soon the military order was issued, and the offensive spread farther away. During this period, Wanyan Jiemu led his troops to intercept him and wanted to fight, but Liang Yuancheng avoided him, and then he retreated and destroyed him without leaving any room for anything.

A few days later, the indignant Zong Fu came to the Wuchao military camp again and finally met Bai Ning.

"What's the scenery outside the city, are you still satisfied?" Bai Ning said calmly, and he poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "If it's not good, you can add a little."

The eyes flashed with coldness.

"Like your head."

Sen Han's words were like a sharp sword hanging on Wanyan Zongfu's neck. He had never seen a eunuch who was so powerful that he could come over. It felt like he was trapped in a quagmire and became dull. He did not show his timid appearance between the two battles and pretended to be calm.

He bowed and said, "If Qiansui wants my king's head, just use it for decoration. It's just a peace talk."

He said this with courage and did not lose the face of the Wanyan royal family. On the other hand, Bai Ning smiled at the corner of his lips, as if he was very satisfied with his performance. He took the peace talks written on the table and the conditions stated in the above rules and regulations.

After a long time, he frowned at the figure in the entry.

"Do you have any objection to Qiansui?" Wanyan Zongfu asked.

Over there, the entry was put down, his eyes were raised, and he nodded: "Yes."

Suddenly, he waved his hand and took a few pieces of book paper and hit Wanyan Zongfu in the face. The guards of the Jurchen outside the tent and the Jinyiwei of the East Factory were immediately tense. Someone rushed in and asked.

"Get out--"

Bai Ning shouted coldly, and the tent was shaking, and then he looked at Wanyan Zongfu, who was at a loss. The other party was a little confused. Seeing the murderous eyes over there, he stood up in a mess, subconsciously shrank his head and trembled his lips slightly: "I don't know why Qiansui suddenly got angry, but what was unsatisfied with him?"

"Are you asking for peace?" As he said that, Bai Ning's figure slowly sat down.

Wanyan Zongfu swallowed his saliva and went forward to bow: "Of course we came to seek peace."

"Then write the word "Such as a peace" in the peace talks book."

"A letter of peace?" Zong Fu calmed down. He understood what these two words meant in front of the proud Jurchens. His chest was fluctuating violently. Then he took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down. He closed his eyes and nodded fiercely when he opened them: "Okay, if you ask for peace, ask for peace, and hope Qiansui will keep his promise. After the peace talks, he will immediately lead his troops out of the border of our Great Jin Dynasty and send officials to hand over the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."

Wanyan Zongfu picked up the abandoned peace talks on the ground and retreated. Soon, Bai Ning's unrestrained laughter sounded from the big tent, shaking the top of the tent.

In November, the weather turned sharply, and the envoy of the Jin Kingdom entered the Wu Dynasty's military camp for the third time. Bai Ning and Zongfu agreed on conditions, ceded Yunnei, Fengsheng Prefectures and returned the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, calling Wu Dynasty the brother and Jin the younger brother.

On November 15, the Wu Dynasty army set off its camp and withdrew from Zhongjing Road and returned south with triumphant news.

In December, when passing by Yanmen Pass, Bai Ning personally led a group of generals in the army to the place where Qin Ming died for his country and told him the news of the Jurchens' peace.

The sun sets.

On the nearby cliff, the last dead leaf fell, and autumn passed.

Bai Ning looked at the pass below with a big cloak, the mountain village where chickens crowed and dogs barked, and the crisscrossed mountains and rivers flowing. A ball of white air emerged from his mouth.

"If I had a choice, how could I have such a broken body? But if I had no Bai Ning, who would have the world of today? Looking back thousands of years, who is the one who has such a broken body as me, I can make the fierce and barbaric Jurchen lower his head and eat this shame!!"

The fist was tightly clamped under the sleeves of the robe, spread open, and his arms were greeted by the wind. Silver threads floated out of the crown. Looking at the sunshine on the west, the silver color became dazzling and the mountains and rivers were magnificent.

"Let me ask the people of the world, the Central Plains are 90,000, and I claim to be the best in the ages. Who doesn't accept it!"

He said softly to the wind.

When I laughed, the wind penetrated my eyes, wet marks in the corners of my eyes slid, and there were white bones under my feet.

ps: second update.
Chapter completed!