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Chapter 92

Yang Guo snorted lightly and said, "And then?"

"Just remember this sentence."

Yang Guo looked at Li Xia with his hands behind his back, and said, "You say you don't understand poetry, but you use Li Changgu's sentence to show your ambition to this old man? Do you want to be famous all over the world?"

"No, it's not to be famous in the world."

"That's mocking the old man." Yang Guo sneered, and said: "I have a fascinated soul that I can't attract, and the rooster will say nothing. The young man's mind should be the cloud, who wants to sit in the cold... You have the ambition to take the cloud , but I'm trapped oh...heh, mocking the old man?"

Li Xia shook his head, and said, "It's not sarcasm. It's just a broken sentence to express our common ambition."

"Ha, you and I have a common ambition?"

"Yes, not for personal fame, but for the glory of everyone in the world."

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback, and suddenly felt faintly that the same line of poetry in Li He's poem had a completely different spirit from that in Li Xia's mouth.

Li Xia said: "Mr. Xi'an went out in a carriage tonight, is he going to pick me up?"

"Humph."

"Mr. Xi'an is willing to take great risks to collect information and contact Song Ting; it is extremely dangerous to go out of the mansion to meet me tonight. Don't you know that even if you are a high-ranking envoy, you will not be able to succeed in your affairs? You are not doing this for entertainment. .It's about doing what you know you can't do. If you don't have great ambitions, why bother?"

Yang Guo didn't answer, and seemed to be stunned.

He is a man of his own mind, and he has already made up his mind, no matter what Li Xia says, don't be moved by his words.

However, the only thing that can move him is his own heart.

Over the years, I have worked so hard, like walking on thin ice, collecting information, contacting the Quartet, driving around the city resolutely tonight, and going to Zhishiyuan to get information in advance... All these things, when you do it, don't you know that there is little hope?
But I just wanted to give it a try.

Why?

In the ear, I only heard Li Xia explaining a few words.

"Mr. Xi'an does not help the Song Dynasty, but like me, I hope that the Han people in the world will not be reduced to slavery of foreign races, and we can live on our own land straightly, instead of being untouchables, exorcists, inferiors, subjugated slaves... …

You and I also don't want to live in humiliation, so I send this fragmented sentence to Mr. Xi'an, without any sarcasm.Sir, I want the princes in the north to stand on their own. Although I have different positions, I have the same ambition of 'expelling the barbarians and restoring China'. You and I both hope that the Han people can have a strong dynasty that belongs to the Han people. One day, the country will be strong and the The people are not humiliated, the people are strong and the country is not insulted..."

Yang Guo suddenly snatched back the paper with the poem in Li Xia's hand.

He tore the poem he wrote, the poem mourning the death of the survivors, into pieces and threw them on the ground.

As if he had had enough of being humiliated for a long time, this throw was extremely forceful.

Shredded paper was blown away in the cool wind.

Yang Guo's white hair was also disheveled by the wind.

His tired old face was wrinkled and pitiful, but his energy was different at this moment.

"If you have this courage, how can you become a person who subjugates the country? Oh, the broken poems of an old survivor, young people don't want it!"

Yang Guo spat on the shredded paper on the ground.

"Slaves!"

He spat so heavily that he hated himself so much.

After spitting, Yang Guo looked at Li Xia with a solemn expression, and said, "There's no need to go to Zhishiyuan, the information is on the carriage, you drive my carriage."

Li Xia was taken aback for a moment, and understood.

Did the old man in front of him change his mind at this moment?
No... The information was on the carriage, he didn't change his mind, but he strengthened his original thought.

Yang Guo didn't hide anything, and said again: "Ah Fu, take everyone away, go and lure those pursuers away. Li Xia, wait before leaving."

Li Xia said: "Mr. Xi'an, it's better for me to walk alone, I don't have to implicate you..."

Yang Guo snorted, and said: "We chatted for half the night, and didn't even say 'junior'... It's just a trivial matter to send you another ride, there's nothing to say, as long as you remember your promise to me."

Li Xia's expression froze, and he bowed his hands like others.

"The juniors will do what they say."

"I'm afraid you still don't understand." Yang Guo shook his head again, and said, "It's been 330 years since Shi Jingtang ceded Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures; it's been 130 years since Jingkang Change, do you know what this means?
That's all for 50 years, passed down from father to son, and the northerners may still remember the Song Dynasty.Hundred years, 300 years!How many generations have been born as Liao people and Jin people?Who can still remember Qin, Han, Tang and Song?Even the old man asked himself that he was a survivor of the Jin Kingdom, how could the Han people in the north turn to Zhao and Song? "

"The juniors feel it."

"No, you can't feel it. Your generation will never be able to experience the pain of subjugation and loss. You generation will only point at us and scold, ah, bow down to the barbarians, betray the country and seek glory... nothing more, there is no excuse for this. I want to tell you that Zhao and Song have long lost the hearts of the people in the north, but since the fall of the Jin Dynasty, Mongolians slaughtered corpses everywhere and regarded Han people as pariahs, so the northern tycoons have the idea of ​​​​resisting.

But, how to say this matter... At that time, Li Quan, the leader of the Shandong Rebel Army, returned to Song Dynasty, but died at the hands of Song Ting in the end.After Duanping entered Luo, I waited for the northerners to understand more and more that it was impossible for Zhao Song to regain the rivers and mountains, absolutely impossible.

The old man tried his best to obtain this information. In the final analysis, he just wanted to let the south know that the Mongolian country is not monolithic, and the powerful Central Plains are not without anti-Mongol intentions.It's nothing more than hope...we can help Zhao Song, and Zhao Song can help us.

The old man also understands that Zhao Song is more afraid of the powerful Han people than foreign captives, and this matter will probably not work in the end.But I still want to... because of this slim hope, try my best.

All in all, these few years are the last chance, if you don't grasp it, it will be too late.Zhao Song really can't let the Beiren down anymore, don't wipe out the last trace of resistance.

Otherwise, the world will really perish. At that time, the only thing we can do is to let Kublai Khan rule the Han land with the Han law, and the world will perish without perishing the clothes and etiquette. That is the best result It's..."

Li Xia could understand Yang Guo's words, if there were no changes, Song Ting would definitely disappoint these northerners completely.

"The junior listened."

"After talking about the public heart, I will talk about selfishness." Yang Guo said: "The princes of the north we are contacting are actually waiting and watching. Whether they really dare to rebel in the end depends on the situation. Brother Meng is already jealous of the Han officials, and finally As soon as next year, there will be a hook-up test bureau going south to check on me.

If Zhao Song hasn't made a promise by then, and I can't make the princes make up their minds, then they will definitely retreat and turn to murder to cover up the matter.What happened tonight is too big, it is almost impossible to cover it up, if you are let go, wait for them to shrink back, there will be no reason for the whole family of one hundred and three members of this old man.

Although this old man met you for the first time, he has already entrusted the whole family's life to your hands.I only hope that Song Ting can send people to form an alliance before the Hook Examination Bureau goes south next year, so as to persuade the princes of all families to make up their minds and not to back down again, so that the old husband's family can be preserved..."

Yang Guo didn't say this at the beginning, but only after she decided to let Li Xia go.

In a few words, invisible pressure came down on Li Xia.

He stared into Li Xia's eyes, wanting to see if the young man would shrink back and feel overwhelmed by it.

Let's see if Li Xia will say, "Then if I can't do it, or forget it..."

But Li Xia was still calm and his eyes were still firm.

Yang Guo smiled and asked, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to do it, and that you will harm my family?"

Li Xia said: "Perhaps Mr. Yang deliberately said some false words to deceive the younger generation; maybe Mr. Yang knew that the princes would kill people sooner or later, and it had nothing to do with letting me go. On the contrary, letting me go back to the Song Dynasty can earn a glimmer of hope."

"But what the old man said may also be true?"

"I don't care what politicians say, I just care what I do."

"Okay." Yang Guo nodded, feeling a little relieved.

At this time, he looked at Li Xia with a sense of appreciation, and said: "If you don't have this kind of determination, you will not be able to take on such a big matter just because the old man is distracted by a few words."

"Yes." Li Xia replied.

This is the aspiration of a world champion...

There were shouts in the distance.

"One last word to tell you." Yang Guo said, "I delivered the letter in October last year, and I met Zhao Xin again on March 28 this year. He said that the Song envoy would arrive soon, and Zhao Xin disappeared only eight days later. He was dead, or even killed by our people. With Zhao Song's attitude, I don't know how many princes I have worked so hard to contact have flinched.

Understand?I wait for the northerners, unlike the leisurely scholar-bureaucrats in Lin'an City.I am walking on thin ice, and I have no time to wait with you. "

"clear."

"Go. Jin can perish, Song can perish, and the world cannot perish."

"See you again, Mr. Yang."

Yang Guo looked back, a little envious of Li Xiaying's upright figure.

He lifted his tired legs and walked towards the outer hall.

What moved him in the end was not Li Xia, but the hope he had been looking forward to for decades.

"Sing the rooster and the world will be white...the country is strong but the people are not humiliated...I hope you are someone you can trust..."

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Li Xia quickly caught up with the carriage.

Opening the curtain of the car, I saw a burden on the seat.

I mentioned it, it is very heavy, it should be the weight of more than [-] books, and it is also the weight of Yang Guo's family of [-] people.

This is the information we need for this trip, not a sentence or two or a piece of paper, but about the situation of all parties in the great Mongolian country to the north.

But if you put it in one or two sentences, there are only a few people with lofty ideals left in the Central Plains who want to tell Song a sentence in Pian'an Jiangnan.

"Opportunities are only in the past few years, we must not talk lightly..."

(End of this chapter)