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"The gold thief is here! The gold thief is here!"

In the midst of being drowsy, Wanyan Wu Qimai opened his eyes. While his whole body was in pain, an unprecedented noise came from his ears, and he moaned, "Where is this?"

A familiar voice sounded: "Your Majesty, we have arrived at the capital of Yan Kingdom."

Wanyan Wu begged to gather himself together, only to realize that the person who spoke was actually Wanyan Zonghan, and he was still in a huge sill car enclosed by a fence, and there were seven or eight golden men crowded inside, all of whom were the chiefs of various Jurchen tribes. .

The benefactor showed grief: "Nianhan, you too"

Wanyan Zonghan clenched his fists tightly: "I wanted to take a group of people to escape to Mobei and then to the Western Regions, but they were attacked by the Zoubu rebels. They tried their best to stop them, just to get the appreciation of Emperor Yan!"

Wanyan Wu Qimai was not surprised when he heard the news, and sighed: "There is also hatred for our clan. Our Jurchen used to kill and suppress all clans in the past, and every clan holds grudges, so naturally they will retaliate."

Wanyan Zonghan was silent.

Wanyan Aguda is better at military affairs. In terms of governance, it is true that Wanyan Wu Qimai is more sophisticated, but he has no chance to display his ambitions. At this moment, the voices outside are getting louder. He wants to look around, but he is caught The head of the chief blocked him, and he couldn't help but feel sad: "I am the king of a country, can't I have a prison car for each person?"

Yan Jun did not satisfy such a humble request.

It is mainly a small cage for a single prisoner, which is not suitable for long-distance travel. Otherwise, if the posture is fixed and the blood is not smooth, people will disappear on the road.

Therefore, to transport the Jurchen prisoners, we uniformly use huge trucks, the kind that can hold dozens of prisoners at a time.

In order to show the treatment to the benefactor, Wanyan Wu Qimai just squeezed into the same car with nine other people, which is pretty good.

With the help of Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Wu Qimai squeezed away a group of chiefs who were also confused, came to the edge, and looked outside.

Countless people crowded the street, pointing to this side, holding vegetable leaves and even stones in their hands, but they were stopped by the yamen servants and did not smash them.

But the joy and hatred in the eyes are clear and unmistakable.

If it weren't for the Great Wall to defend the enemy outside the Great Wall, these invaders would cause boundless warfare and disasters in the Yan territory, and the land of the Central Plains would tremble under the iron hooves of alien races.

Fortunately, there is no if, a powerful dynasty does not allow any foreign provocations!

Wanyan Wu Qimai and Wanyan Zonghan didn't care about the hatred of the people of the enemy country at all. They looked at the tall buildings rising from the ground, showing awe and obsession: "The Central Plains is really rich!"

The most prosperous area in Shangjing is nothing more than that, and this is just a block that has just entered the city. This is Nanjing, the country of Liao, and the Jurchens have also been here. Now, in less than ten years, there have been earth-shaking changes.

In a daze, they suddenly realized that Emperor Yan's rise had only been less than ten years old.

In history, the Kingdom of Jin raised troops with [-] Jurchens. In ten years, it destroyed the two countries, and it was the most powerful country of brothers Song and Liao at that time. Invincible in war, rampant in the world.

Today's Dayan, with a thousand township soldiers, started from resisting the Liao people and regaining Yanyun. In ten years, even the two countries were destroyed, Song was still in the list, and Jin, which was more powerful, was also crushed to death. In the bud of growth, how will the history of later generations record it?

Wanyan Zonghan didn't know such a comparison, but he knew that when the Central Plains Kingdom captured the enemy's leader, he would often not kill it directly, but placed it in the capital for surveillance. Dance.

In view of Yan Jun escorting them all the way to Beijing, Wanyan Zonghan did not give up hope: "Your Majesty, we must endure humiliation!"

Wanyan Wu Qimai nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "Live first. Live first."

"Escort the capital, ask the beheader, and let all countries come to watch the ceremony. Emperor Yan is really a great talent!"

However, the King of Jin and the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Jin who were swaying in the carriage did not know that, on the street not far away, General Li Cha of the Western Xia Dynasty was riding on a tall horse, looking at the group of prisoners coldly.

As the younger brother of Emperor Li Ganshun of the Xixia Dynasty and the general who commanded the whole country, it was really helpless to come to the country of Yan as an envoy.

For the plunder of the Golden Kingdom
After Xixia, they immediately sent troops to Yan State on a large scale. Xixia was happy to see it, and hoped that the two military powers would fight hard.

As a result, not to mention decades, they didn't even survive a summer. The Jin army was defeated, the country was subjugated in World War I, and all high-level officials were captured and sent to Yanjing.

Ever since, King Yan, who used to be benevolent, righteous and moral, and well-known in surrounding countries, showed another side of iron and blood.

Summoned to the surrounding countries, denounced the great crimes of the Jinren, and invited them to watch the ceremony.

Each era is handled differently.

Li Shimin was magnanimous and did not kill Jieli Khan. He also adopted a gentle policy towards the leaders of the foreign races who committed crimes in the surrounding area, so he won love and affection. Nearly a hundred years after his death, the surrounding countries only recognized the name of Tang Chaotian Khan.

However, after the end of the Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, coupled with the friction and confrontation between Zhao Song and the surrounding regimes in the previous dynasty, this policy is not suitable for Dayan today. Facing the Jin people who led the army to invade, they just raised their butcher knives and killed them. Be an example.

This news shocked all countries, especially the monarchs and ministers of Xixia, who were even more disturbed. After all, Li Qianshun did not dare to send ordinary envoys. After careful consideration, he ordered Brother Li Cha to come in person. Western Xia
Compared to Brother Li Cha's sad death of a rabbit and a fox, on the other side of the street, Yelv Delin sent his own son Yelu Delin as an envoy to Xiliao. Princess Tianshou was genuinely happy when she received it: "How are you, brother?"

Yelu Delin said: "Meet the princess, everything is fine with Khan!"

Da Libo said: "Don't call me the princess, I am now a female official of Dayan, and I will soon work in the Anbei Governor's Mansion."

After Jin subjugated the country, the vast land was accepted by Dayan unceremoniously, and the Duhufu system was initially established.

Dayan previously followed the various roads of the former Song Dynasty, but expanded Yanyun Road into Gyeonggi. Now with the continuous expansion of the territory, it is natural to re-divide it.

This work is very large, and it is necessary to arrange officials from all over the country, and more importantly, to inspect the vassals and generals. The Korean Peninsula and the Liaodong Peninsula are initially designated as the Andong Protectorate, and the Mobei Grassland is designated as the Anbei Protectorate.

In terms of territory, Yan at this time is inferior to that at the peak of the Tang Dynasty, but there is also huge room for development in the future.

So Yelu Delin was overjoyed when he learned that Da Libo was able to go to the Protectorate of Anbei, "Your Majesty Emperor Yan is wise, aunt will definitely show her strengths and win glory for our Khitan people!"

Da Libo liked hearing this, nodded his head, and suddenly let out a little surprise: "Why are Prime Minister Cai and Dr. Gongsun here?"

Not only was she surprised, but when a group of people appeared, led by the two important ministers of the court, the prime minister Cai Jing and the doctor Gongsun Zhao, everyone looked sideways at them.

Yelu Delin asked, "Are these two prisoners welcoming the Kingdom of Jin?"

Da Libo shook his head: "Golden people don't have such a high salary. They must welcome the coffins of the sacrificed soldiers to return to the country, but usually only one important court official comes."

Wanyan Wu Qimai and Wanyan Zonghan in the car saw the two purple-robed officials approaching, and got ready nervously for fear of saying the wrong thing, but the two passed each other, Cai Jing and Gongsun Zhao didn't even look at it. Meet the team that will follow into the city.

That is the coffin of the martyrs who died on the battlefield.

This ceremony has been held many times. The soldiers of the Yan army who died outside the Great Wall were all sent to the capital in this way, paid for and buried, and treated as martyrs. Lu Junyi and Hua Rong.

This time, besides the generals of the Yan army, there was one more person.

Deng Fei escorted the coffins of Song Jiang, Bao Xu, Mu Hong, and Mu Chun, and was also in the team.

He originally wanted to go to Shanhaiguan, but he soon learned that Liang Shijie had already ordered the soldiers to collect the bodies of righteous men Li Kui and Sun Erniang, so there was no need to make another trip.

"Brother, we finally returned to the Central Plains"

Stepping into the busy capital, looking at the faces of the same clan, Deng Fei held Song Jiang's spiritual tablet, and couldn't help crying like rain.

After Cai Jing and Gongsun Zhao saluted the dead soldiers, they came to the rear and greeted Zhang Dun in the carriage: "Zhang Gong!"

Zhang Dun used to be Cai Jing's boss, and also begged for Gongsun Zhao's life, so both of them came to welcome the old man back to the country and enjoy his old age in peace.

However, after calling for a long time, there was no sound from inside.

The two looked at each other, their hearts sank, and they pulled back the curtain to see Zhang Dun sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, a slight smile on his mouth, and no breath.

After six years in the north, the Jin Dynasty was finally destroyed. The former Song Prime Minister Zhang Dun returned to his hometown and died in Yanjing at the age of seventy-eight.

Yelu Delin witnessed this scene from afar, knew his identity clearly, and said sincerely: "For the officials of the former dynasty who treated them so kindly, it's no wonder that the tribes on the grassland now all ask Dayan to set up prefectures and counties, hoping to become registered households and Qimin, and Monan as a county. There is no king's court in the north of the county, it's really nine days and the palace is opened, and the clothes of all nations are worshiped!"

"Your Chinese is getting better and better!"

Da Libo smiled, and nodded slightly: "The current emperor has something to say, and his expectation is to inherit the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Now it seems that Dayan should have the achievements of shining all over the world and lasting for thousands of years!"

While the two were talking, Gongsun Zhao, who restrained Zhang Dun's body, looked in one direction: "Senior?"

A figure in a toga with long sleeves also silently watched the scene of the enemy's entry into the capital and the coming of various states.

"My name is 'Zuo Ming', I will kill my mother and fool the emperor, set the destiny and the Lord, reopen the sun and the moon to inherit Yao and Shun, and recreate the universe to connect the Han and Tang Dynasties!"

The senior's declaration outside the Great Song Palace that day echoed in his ears. Gongsun Zhao suddenly realized something, and his eyes turned red.

Sure enough, when the team went all the way away, the toga also turned around and merged into the crowd of people gracefully.

Since then, there has been no trace of this legend in the world, only countless anecdotes and legends have been left for future generations.