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Chapter 91
Yang Guo was thinking.

Li Xia said solemnly: "As long as Mr. Xi'an gives me the information, and it is indeed very important as you said. I can promise that if there is an incident in the Central Plains during the war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty, the Song court will never make peace with Mongolia."

"Ah."

Li Xia said: "Of course, this is just a preliminary oral agreement. After I go back, I will send envoys from Cheng and Jia to make a covenant with you."

Yang Guo said: "Huangkou kid, don't be ashamed to speak big."

"Have you never heard a word, sir? Don't bully the young and poor. I..."

"I haven't heard of it."

Li Xia's sentence was interrupted, and he froze slightly.

Yang Guo straightened his sleeves, and asked casually, "But it's your new word again?"

"No, it's just a common saying. I really don't know how to write lyrics." Li Xia said, "But I can do things, and I only have one attitude when doing things, and I must make it."

When Yang Guo looked up, she met Li Xia's firm eyes.

He felt more and more old.

After staying up all night, he only felt tired and exhausted, but the handsome young man in front of him was still showing his sharpness.

"Let's put it this way, I have no right or position. When I come to the north, I see enemies everywhere. But the fire at Chongyang Temple tonight may let Mr. Xi'an understand my ability a little bit."

When Li Xia said this, he said sincerely: "This is not boasting, but I always try to do my best..."

"Zhuzi put it lightly..."

Yang Guo interrupted Li Xia again.

And Li Xia immediately interrupted him, and solemnly uttered another sentence.

"If the information is useful and the covenant is reached, then... Cheng Yuanfeng wants to make peace, I will kill Cheng Yuanfeng; Jia Sidao wants to make peace, I will kill Jia Sidao; Zhao officials want to make peace, I will kill Zhao officials."

Yang Guo was taken aback for a moment, but his expression seemed to freeze.

In a trance, he felt that he had heard wrong.

This young man in front of him is handsome and sharp, only 16 years old, and the aura of his words can overwhelm all the princes.

Not ashamed to say...?

It was this young man who came with a sword, from the Huaihe River to the Yellow River, stirring up the situation.

"What did you say?"

Li Xia said: "I am not Yue Fei who can be recalled by twelve gold medals, nor is Yu Jie who will be pissed off by slander. No one can stop me from doing things."

Yang Guo stood up suddenly, raised his finger to Li Xia, his fingers were trembling.

"You...you you...you...the old man has never seen such a boastful person in his life."

"Are you bragging, Mr. Xi'an, do you dare to gamble once?"

a long time.

Yang Guo sat down on the teacher's chair again, twirling his beard and saying nothing.

"Let me ask you, since Zhao Song only sent you guys here, the journey is dangerous...why do you still come? Is it because you are indomitable?"

"If you don't come, where are you going?" Li Xia asked back: "Where in the world is a paradise?"

Yang Guo was a famous Confucianist in the world, with profound knowledge, but he couldn't answer the question of the junior in front of him.

Li Xia said: "This road is dangerous, but where is it not dangerous? The oppression of Lin'an City may not be dangerous, and the murderer's knife is not necessarily dangerous on my head. I have never flinched because of difficulties or dangers in my life. To break the game, I have to Facing difficulties is an attitude.

Let's talk about the purpose.The imperial court thought that Kaifeng's information was useless, but I think it is useful.I really want to know the situation in Monan and Mobei, and I want to know the people's backing in the north.That is to say, I will do what the imperial court does not want to do, not for Zhao Song officials..."

"Arrogance! After all, if we make trouble, can you really make Zhao Song and our alliance fail?" Yang Guo said: "Do you know that Zhao Song is far more afraid of princes than barbarians? You may not even know this... ..."

"I am not only arrogant, but also far more arrogant than Mr. Xi'an thinks." Li Xia said: "I am very happy if you can make trouble. I am not qualified to defend this matter from the perspective of the Song Dynasty. Come on, Mr. Xi'an slammed the case for a long time before, and I have no words to refute. Then let me speak from my heart... I think the Song Dynasty must perish, but Song can perish, but the world cannot perish."

Yang Guo listened and just smiled.

He shook his head, patted his knee, sighed, and said: "If you have this ambition, it is in line with our ambition, so you don't have to go back to Zhao Song. I will introduce you to some princes of the Central Plains..."

"No." Li Xia said: "Let's just say something more from the bottom of my heart. In my eyes, even if you rebel against the Mongolian, most of you are... the people who make mistakes and ask for perfection. It's hard to say how many people will rise up by then. The real people in this world It was the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty who threw their heads and blood to fight against Mongolia."

Yang Guo was taken aback for a moment, seeming to be a little angry, but he didn't burst out in the end.

How could he not hear it?The four words "begging for completeness after being wronged" have already been changed by Li Xia to a better word.

Li Xia said again: "I don't appreciate you too much, what I want is information and future cooperation."

It was only at this time that Yang Guo realized that when it came to the present, the child who had nothing to say had started to judge him.

Thousands of words came to his lips, but he only spit out two words.

"ridiculous."

He closed his eyes, seemed to be asleep, and seemed to have endless thoughts.

"Li Xia."

"Ok?"

"Did you really not write those two poems?"

"It's from the book."

"Pity."

Yang Guo let out a long sigh, and suddenly picked up a pen to write on the paper.

It seems that because of this conversation with Li Xia, he became very popular with poetry, and wrote half a long poem in a short time.

"The silver-saddle white horse named Yuke, and the young Habayashi named it. With a long roar, the world is empty, and the bustling things look back in the air."

"Hanging the moon on the wall of the city, the emperor is not a king after death. The feather forest is scattered and only the king is there, and the white head is working hard to the side of the road."

"There is no waist, no sword, no guns, and I am full of tears when I want to talk about the past. The city of Luoyang is dying, and the autumn wind and autumn qi hurt the golden sores."

Yang Guo threw down the pen and murmured, "What do you think of the old man's poem?"

Li Xia said, "I don't understand poetry."

"Don't understand?" Yang Guo snorted and said, "The old man told you, this poem mourns the Jin Dynasty, not the Zhao Song Dynasty."

"Oh."

Li Xia also understands that the old man in front of him has lived to this age and has been a golden man since birth. His father and ancestors were all golden men, so he regards the Jin Dynasty as orthodox.

Yang Guo said again: "Although the poem is not finished, I will send it to you tonight. I only hope that you, a young man, will not be like an old man. In the future, you will become... a person who perishes the country."

"it is good."

Yang Guo folded the verses on the case, handed it to Li Xia, and said, "The information you want is in Zhishiyuan. I'll send you to get it. Let's go."

Li Xia reached out to take the poem, and followed Yang Guo out.

At this time, the long night finally passed, and a rooster crowed in the distance.

The white-haired Yang Guo stayed up all night, was extremely tired, and staggered.

He put his hand on the door, slowly pushed it open, and stepped over the threshold with some difficulty.

Not far away, Yang Fu was standing there holding the knife, and Yang Guo gave him a wink...

--killed.

Li Xia suddenly said: "Mr. Xi'an gave me half a fragmented poem, and I will also give you a fragmented sentence?"

"Oh?" Yang Guo turned around.

Li Xia could tell that the old man liked poetry very much, but unfortunately he didn't remember much.

He turned his head to look at the sky, it was the darkest time of night.

No need to think about it, he spit out the broken sentence.

"Sing the rooster and the sky is white."

(End of this chapter)