A heavy rain that was caught off guard forced the army to stop halfway up the mountain and set up camp again.

There are still dark clouds above my head and heavy rain. But at the other end of the mountains that are about to reach the end of my sight, there are many colorful clouds in the sky and dazzling sunshine.

Mo Xiaobao received the secret letter from Yanjing, and Zhong Can took a military message from another tent, walked out of his military tent at the same time, looked at the raindrops on his head like a fight on his body, and cursed at the same time, saying that the ghost weather was so uncomfortable!

In front of another larger camp not far away, the soldiers guarding around were tighter. A young man was holding an oil paper umbrella in his hand, looking at the rain curtain like a bead curtain, and looking at the rolling mountains, the raindrops as big as beans hit the surface of the oil paper umbrella, and in the silence of everything, he actually found a leisurely and comfortable feeling.

Before reaching this territory, Zhao Kuo never believed that there was such a magical place in this world. The top of a mountain may be just the foot of another mountain. At the foot of a mountain, there may be only a few families with scattered stars, which is enough to be called a town, not for anything else, but because the top of this mountain has a very easy path to go straight to the outside world.

Zhao Kuo never believed that a heavy rain could come at any time. He always thought that a heavy rain would always have some signs of it. The so-called storm was about to come and the wind filled the building, but here, the heavy rain seemed to come and go like the wind, and it came and left at any time. It was always caught off guard and had nowhere to hide.

Zhao Kuo, who had already changed into dry clothes, looked at the two generals on the left and right in the rain, cursing and moving towards him, and an accomplished and heroic smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can gave him too many surprises and sense of accomplishment. Because of the two of them, Zhao Kuo truly realized what heaven and earth is, what war is, what killing is, and what peace is.

In short, compared to the gains of conquering the city and land, what he was more satisfied with was that his inner world was no longer the same as before, but was particularly magnificent like a stretch of mountains.

"The last one is..." Zhong Can and Mo Xiaobao stood together in the heavy rain to salute.

"No need to be too polite to the two generals." Zhao Kuo said, waving his other hand. The two eunuchs not far behind him immediately held up two oil paper umbrellas and handed them to Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can: "Good news or bad news?" Zhao Kuo asked when he was in Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can thanked him for picking up the umbrella.

Over the past few days, both Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can have become much more nervous than they did after the war began. Especially after Zhao Kuo asked, Zhao Kuo learned that there was a Mongolian cavalry that had been harassing and restraining them, and Zhao Kuo understood what was going on.

It is precisely because of the additional Mongolian army that Zhao Kuo, Mo Xiaobao, Zhong Can and even the entire army always feel like they are being missed by thieves.

And this initial feeling can still be met. After all, after several contacts and wars, Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can have already understood that although the Mongolian elite soldiers have been harassing each other, they can feel that they do not intend to fight to the death. They are like a faceless beggar, who has been pestering them both far and near, just to make them feel that they cannot survive in a steadfast battle, whether they are marching or fighting or eating or sleeping.

Faced with such a rogue army that neither fights head-on with you nor takes the initiative to fly away, and is difficult to chase and fight, even the clay man is still angry. He has set up ambush, blocking, detours, etc. for many times, and almost all kinds of tactics have been used up, but he still cannot escape this Mongolian army that makes people unconsciously want to curse.

It was precisely because of the entanglement of the Mongolian army that not only Mo Xiaobao but Zhong Can was so angry that even Zhao Kuo felt deeply disgusted with this Mongolian army, but he was helpless.

This is also why Zhao Kuo found a hint of leisure and complacent when he stood in front of the camp to enjoy the rain after another sudden heavy rain today. After all, this period of time made them feel very annoyed by the Mongolian army.

Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can smiled at each other, looking at Zhao Kuo with the same hope, Mo Xiaobao took the lead and said, "I will bring you a letter from the King of Yan this time. As for whether it is good or bad news, you still need to consider it yourself."

After saying that, he handed the secret letter in his hand to Zhao Kuo who stretched out his hand. After taking the secret letter that was dropped by a few drops of raindrops on the envelope, Zhao Kuo did not check it immediately. Then he looked at Zhong Can and asked, "Where are you?"

"Return to the emperor, this letter is military intelligence." Zhong Can handed over the military intelligence in his hand to Zhao Kuo at the same time, and then continued: "The spys scattered before the camp returned, the disgusting fly did not follow him unexpectedly, but... it seemed that the entire army seemed a little hesitant. As for whether they will continue to harass us next, they still need to judge from their next actions, but they will think this should be a good sign."

"Then even if it's good news, what do you think of this precursor?" Zhao Kuo looked at the raindrops on the envelope gradually widened, and asked with his head up.

"I am thinking, maybe it was because the King of Yan had made some moves?" Zhong Can replied.

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment, and the sound of raindrops hitting the oil-paper umbrella was still in his ears. Then he looked at the rain curtain in the distance and sighed slightly. His expression was a little meaningless, and he said, "It has been so long since time has passed. I guess the King of Yan has already known and made some moves. But... it's a bit hard for the King of Yan. At such a long distance, I have to worry about us."

Zhao Kuo's heart felt a little warm in this sudden heavy rainy day. The feeling of someone silently supporting you or even silently giving you advice and helping you solve the current difficulties really made Zhao Kuo feel very heartwarming, comfortable, and even a little dependent.

Looking at Zhao Kuoyu's expression under the curtain, Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can were also quite pleased. No matter what, at least the King of Yan no longer had to fight bloody battles outside, while being careful of stabbing his own people in the court in the back as before.

"Come in and discuss matters. This sudden rain may be really a timely rain." Compared to his childish look when he was in the palace, Zhao Kuo's face had a faint sense of sharpness and perseverance.

After sitting down, Zhao Kuo casually asked Mo Xiaobao. If Zhong Can had no plans to harass the Mongols, he would also ask some opinions on how the army would continue to move forward if the Mongols had been entangled.

Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can answered the answer one by one as they opened the letter from Ye Qing. They couldn't help but look at Zhao Kuo with admiration in their hearts. After all, with good news that the Mongols might retreat, Zhao Kuo is obviously not proud of it. Instead, they will prepare for the future to think about what to do if there is no such good news.

After reading the letter, Zhao Kuo had a little calmer feeling. He did not inform Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can of the content of the letter as soon as possible. Instead, he thought about it again in his mind, and then smiled and said, "I think my mother probably won't agree."

After saying that, he shook his head and laughed in silence. Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can were confused and unconsciously became curious about the contents of the letter.

Zhao Kuo did not keep his appetite too much, and slowly pushed the letter to the two of them, and then said: "The King of Yan suggested moving the capital in three to five years. The location of the capital was not the imperial city of my Song Dynasty, nor the Jiankang, which my mother liked more, but Yanjing."

"Yanjing is now expanding the city. It is said that a new city will rise in a few years, and it can even be compared with any majestic city in the world. For example, it is still a little bigger than the majestic Yangzhou that has already been supported. But where did the King of Yan get so much money? The court gave it to me? But even if I agree, will the Queen Mother agree? After all, the Queen Mother always expects Jiankang as the future capital, not this Yanjing." Zhao Kuo said to himself, and finally felt a little headache. He really didn't know how to deal with this matter.

"I think the King of Yan wants to say hello to you in advance, but..." Mo Xiaobao handed the letter to Zhong Can, and then thought for a while and said, "The resolution of the two capitals of the King of Yan before is obviously going to be invalid."

"How is Yanjing? What about Lin'an and Jiankang?" Zhao Kuo asked with interest. Although he had not made up his mind, the question at this time was just an interest in his heart.

"Two completely different... worlds?" Zhong Can put down the letter, raised her head and thought for a while before replying.

"Two completely different worlds? How do you say this? Is it more difficult than these high mountains and ridges?" Zhao Kuang said, looking at the door of the camp.

"It's not that handsome and upright, but more majestic and vast. The four seasons are clear. It can kill people in summer and freeze people in cold winter. There is no need to mention the customs and customs of the people. The emperor must have heard of them a long time ago." Mo Xiaobao racked his brains and couldn't think of appropriate words to describe them to Zhao Kuo.

The same is true for Zhong Can. If they were asked to describe the situation on the battlefield, or to tell them how to seize the initiative on the battlefield and how to detect the situation on the battlefield, they might be able to spit for a few hours, but if they were asked to tell Zhao Kuo about the difference between Yanjing City in the north and Lin'an and Jiankang, they would be too clumsy.

"There is so hot in summer and the cold winter that people are so frozen. If so, then the Jin Kingdom, the grasslands, the Liao Kingdom, the Xia Kingdom and other places in the past... how did the people there survive?" Zhao Kuo asked with some difficulty.

Although Yanjing has distinct seasons and is extremely cold in winter, it is said that the vast grassland and the Jin Kingdom land facing east are even worse than the weather in Yanjing. There are countless cattle, sheep, livestock, and even people who freeze to death in winter.

"The King of Yan once told Mo Jiang and others that it was the natural harsh environment in the north that nurtured the fierce folk customs of the north. Heavy snow can fall to half a person's height, and sometimes it can reach the chest of an adult. The cold wind is like a knife, and it hurts when hung on a person's face, just like a whip on the face and slap." Zhong Can recalled the environment he encountered in various parts of the north over the years, and was filled with emotion for no reason. Sometimes he couldn't believe how he and Mo Xiaobao were tormented on the grassland at that time, and he didn't dare to think about how those people who lived in harsh environments were passed down from generation to generation.

Mo Xiaobao was also quite moved in his heart. He glanced at Zhong Jian, who was deeply moved, and thought for a while and said, "The King of Yan once said that the tenacity of the nomadic tribes is unimaginable. The people who live there for generations are like wild animals. When they can find food alone, they will look for food by themselves. However, when winter comes, or catches natural disasters and man-made disasters and cannot survive, they will go to the border to plunder the living things. The King of Yan said that humans are just animals, and they also exist in the cycle of all things, and they are restrained by life and mutual restraint. If the nomadic tribes are defined as wolves by our Central Plains, then we are sheep, cattle, and all animals in the farming nation, but they are restrained by wolves."

"Doesn't that mean we can't beat them no matter what, and we will be bullied and exploited for generations?" Zhao Kuo heard it with relish, and even had some longings. He wanted to go to the north to take a look at it. Although Ye Qing's mouth was full of murder, barbaric, and desolate, but also full of passion, spirit, magnificent and majestic North.

"It's not entirely true. King Yan said that winning them is just a moment, and losing them is a lifetime. No matter what the result is, there is still an essential difference between sheep and wolf. There is an insurmountable gap between them. Just like raising a tiger, although a young tiger will not hurt people, who knows when it will hurt people when it grows up? Therefore, instead of fighting with them for a lifetime, it is better to use a lifetime to assimilate them, turn enemies into friends, and integrate them into one." Zhong Can retelled the original words that Ye Qing was chatting with them at that time.

Zhao Kuo frowned, not knowing how much he understood or how much he understood. He nodded thoughtfully, and then shook his head thoughtfully, with all his thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't attribute it at once.

"It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish?" Zhao Kuo looked at Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can asked inexplicably.

Some Zen words suddenly made Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can, who were talking just now, completely exposed them, and for a moment they didn't understand what Zhao Kuo said.

"What does it mean?" two "experts" asked in unison.

Zhao Kuo smiled mysteriously and said, "When you have the opportunity, you go and ask the King of Yan, I don't know very well, whether this is what the King of Yan thinks."

Looking at the two dementia-like warriors, Zhao Kuo seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He tilted his head and thought about it. After calculating, he said, "Come on the day, it's time for the King of Yan to go to the Jin Kingdom, right?"

"Well, it should be almost the same." The two "masters" answered in unison again, and the rain outside was still falling, and it seemed that there was no stop. However, the heavy rain in this territory stopped as soon as it was said, and the wind was sunny and sunny.

When Ye Qing received a secret letter from Mo Xiaobao and Zhong Can again in Yanjing, three days later it was the day when he wanted to abandon the city and go to the Jin Kingdom. At this time, he had never seen Li Shi'er again since he met Li Shi'er in the mansion last time.

Although Yelu Chucai still ran to the mansion every few days, he did not mention anything about Li Shi'er to Ye Qing.
Chapter completed!