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Chapter 662 0659 [The Most Poisonous Poison in the World]

Does the Liao army have such combat power?
With this much combat power, they would have captured the three cities of Fengzhou long ago. Why wait until now?
You know, the defenders of the three cities of Fengzhou added up to 40,000 to 50,000. Apart from the Qi army's artillery that was like a divine punishment, it would be impossible to take it without five times the number of troops.

The Liao army in Linhuang Prefecture numbered at most 100,000.

The other party explained: "It is indeed the Liao army. The Qi army's armor is easy to identify, and there are no artillery or firearms."

"Mount."

Wanyan Huo Nu didn't waste any time and ordered her personal guards to give him a war horse.

Whether it is true or not, you only need to take a look to know.

Leaving the defeated army behind, Wanyan Huonu led her cavalry straight to the nearest Fengzhou city.

Along the way, they encountered many defeated Jin troops.

Arranging his men to gather the defeated troops, he continued on his journey without stopping.

It was not until the sunset that Wanyan Huo Nu finally arrived at Fengzhou City.

Outside Fengzhou City, corpses were scattered all over the ground and the strong smell of blood was in the air.

On top of the city wall, a black flag with a red sun, symbolizing the Liao Kingdom, flutters in the wind.

As she rode closer, Wanyan Huonu soon saw Yelu Dashi surrounded by his personal guards in the crowd.

Yelu Dashi said in a loud voice: "Jin Man, go back and tell Wanyan Zonghan that the three cities of Fengzhou have changed hands. Tell him to clean his neck and wait. It won't be long before I will march to Dading Prefecture!"

At this moment, he was in a very good mood.

It is because the three cities of Fengzhou are too important. Only with these three cities to protect him can he truly gain a firm foothold.

Otherwise, if he only guarded Shangjing Linhuang Prefecture, he would face the threat of the Jin army at all times and would not be able to sleep peacefully.

Wanyan Huonu looked at him with cold eyes, said nothing more, and rode away.

Judging from the brutal battle situation, the Qi army did not participate in the war.

Otherwise, with firearms and artillery that could be called divine punishment, attacking the city would not have been so difficult.

After rushing back to Songshan City day and night, Wanyan Huo reported everything she heard and saw truthfully.

"As long as the Qi army does not participate in the war."

Wanyan Xiyin breathed a sigh of relief.

Because if it was the Qi army, it would mean that Qi and Jin would go to war again, and Zhongjing Road would also face military disaster.

Qi's offensive has always been swift and fierce, but now the marshal is far away in Huining Prefecture. Without him, Zhongjing Road cannot be defended for long.

It's good that the Liao people took it, we can just take it back after a while.

Wanyan Huonu said coldly, "Military Supervisor, this is really strange. How could Yelu Dashi's troops capture the three cities of Fengzhou in just a few days? I suspect that the Qi army must be helping them secretly."

Wanyan Xiyin asked: "Is there any evidence?"

"This... is not true."

Wanyan Xiyin's expression froze and he shook his head.

Where can we get the evidence for such a thing? As long as the Qi army does not use firearms and artillery and instead wears the Liao army's armor and clothing, who would know?

Moreover, the Liao Kingdom was a country where Khitans and Han people lived together, and most of the soldiers were Han people, making it even more difficult to distinguish them.

Wanyan Xiyin comforted him, "Yelü Dashi is just a hunting dog raised by the Emperor of Qi. He is nothing to be afraid of. The roots of the Khitan people have long been completely rotten. The so-called restoration of the country is just a pipe dream."

"I know that Qi is the biggest enemy."

When talking about the State of Qi, Wanyan Huonu's eyes were full of hatred.

His father and his clan members died at the hands of the Emperor of Qi. This was a blood feud that had to be avenged.

Wanyan Xiyin sighed quietly, "Although Qi is powerful, there are too many messes left by the Song Dynasty. The Emperor of Qi needs time to slowly solve them. He will not go to war with us in the short term. What I am really worried about is ourselves."

Wanyan Huonu was stunned and asked blankly, "What does this mean?"

"When Aguda was alive, we Jurchens were united as one. After his death, everyone began to fight for power. At first, it was okay. All parties were restrained. No matter how hard they fought, they were all doing it for the good of the Jin Kingdom. But now, everything has changed. The emperor of Huining Prefecture only wants to pass the throne to his descendants. In order to lead the Eastern Route Army, Erliduo of Dading Prefecture even killed his own brother..."

Wanyan Xiyin was a rare wise man among the Jurchens, and he saw things much more clearly than people like Wanyan Huonu.

It does not care about the gains and losses of a city or a place, but looks at the overall situation.

The current Jin Kingdom makes him feel confused and unfamiliar.

It has been less than five years since Aguda's death, and everyone seems to have become a different person.

If they continue to fight like this without any bottom line, by the time the Qi State in the south solves all its problems, can they really stop the Qi army?

The more Han books he read, the more he understood the Han people.

What a bullshit country of etiquette, it's just a disguise, just like the gorgeous clothes worn by the Han people.

If you peel off this layer of clothes, you will find that the Han people are all evil demons who eat people without leaving any bones.

Everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers.

In the eyes of the Han people, wherever the sun and moon shine and wherever the rivers flow, it is their land.

Even if they are weak for a while, it is because they are forced to do so. Once they have enough strength, the Han people will show ferocious eyes and raise their butcher knives to take back the land they claim has been theirs "since ancient times."

It’s ridiculous that a group of noble gentlemen in Huining Prefecture are still dreaming of making friends with the State of Qi.

Wanyan Huonu was shocked: "Was Erluguan killed by Erliduo?"

When he learned that Wanyan Zongjun was assassinated, he felt relieved.

After all, this person framed the marshal in public and he really deserved to die.

But when he heard that Wanyan Zongjun died at the hands of his own brother Wanyan Zongfu, he found it difficult to accept.

They are brothers from the same mother!
"Just keep it in your mind and don't spread it. After all, there is no evidence. Otherwise, Erlido will accuse you of it." Wanyan Xiyin patted his shoulder and gave him a warning, feeling deeply moved.

What a good child Erlido used to be, gentle, humble, respectful to his elder brothers and caring for his younger brothers.

In just a few years, it has become like this.

Power is indeed the most poisonous poison in the world.

"I see."

Wanyan Huonu nodded solemnly.

During this period, he gradually began to understand the horror of conspiracies and intrigues. Even a heroic figure like the marshal was played around with and applauded. Not only did he not gain any benefits, he also got himself into trouble and his reputation was damaged.

……

……

Fire in July.

As we enter early autumn, the weather begins to turn cooler.

The chirping of cicadas in the trees was no longer as dense as before.

Several horse-drawn carriages were driving on the wide and flat official road, and the wheels made a creaking sound as they rolled over the concrete road.

Gao Qingyi rode on a horse and walked in front of the carriage.

Ah Ba, who was accompanying them, was amazed: "As expected of the Central Plains, even the official roads are paved with stone slabs."

Gao Qingyi laughed out loud: "Haha, this is not a stone slab. How can there be such a smooth stone slab? Besides, this official road is a hundred miles long. If it is paved with stone slabs, it would probably take more than a million people."

"Not a slate?"

Ah Ba was stunned for a moment, then looked at the concrete road curiously.

The road surface was flat and solid, and it felt just like stone slabs when the horse's hooves stepped on it.

Gao Qingyi boasted, "This thing is called cement. After mixing it with fine yarn and pouring it, it will solidify in three days and become as hard as a rock."

In fact, he didn't know it either. He learned these words from the supervisor when he was staying at a roadside service station.

"There is such a magical object. If it is used to build a city fortress, wouldn't it be..."

As soon as Ah Ba thought about it carefully, his heart was filled with storms.

Especially on the grassland, it is difficult to build a city. If you have this thing, you can build a strong city in just a few months. As for small fortresses, it is even faster. It can build one in three to five days. How terrifying is that.

Seeing this, Gao Qingyi said with a smile: "You and I are now subjects of Qi State, we should be happy." "General Du is right!"

After Ah Ba realized what was happening, he burst into laughter.

Yes, I am now a minister of Da Qi, I am not afraid of anything.

After walking for another half an hour, a majestic city appeared in sight at the end of the official road.

Bianjing!

The fairyland described by the Liao nobles.

Gao Qingyi sat upright on his horse, watching quietly for a moment, and said with emotion: "When I was still under Yelu Yudu's command, I went to Linhuang Prefecture for the first time and was amazed that there was such a magnificent city in the world. But after seeing Bianjing, I realized that I was just a frog in the well. The prosperity and wealth of the Central Plains is indeed incomparable to the North."

This was not his first time to come to Tokyo City. Three years ago, he followed Wanyan Zonghan south and fought all the way from Taiyuan to this place.

But no matter how many times I see it, I am always amazed.

Ah Ba looked longing: "In the past few years, I always heard about Bianjing so much that my ears are callused. I must enjoy it this time."

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At this time, there were bursts of exclamations coming from the carriage behind.

I saw the carriage curtain lifted, and the little faces looked excitedly at the majestic city in the distance.

Gao Qingyi did not come alone this time, but brought his entire family with him and planned to settle down in Bian Jing to show his intentions to His Majesty.

He was a smart man. He knew that he had just surrendered and was a foreigner, so he was naturally inferior to the Han generals. If he wanted to gain the trust of His Majesty, he had to hand in his letter of surrender.

In this era, there are only a few people who are willing to abandon the lives of their families and rebel.

Moreover, even if you establish a foundation, it is possible that it will eventually be benefited by outsiders.

Guo Que'er is the best example.

When he was rebelling outside, his family members who stayed in the capital were all slaughtered, leaving him childless. Finally, before his death, he had no choice but to pass the throne to his adopted son Chai Rong.

If he had a son, even if he was younger, it would not have been Chai Rong's turn to succeed to the throne.

The closer we got to Bianjing, the more bustling the atmosphere became.

There were a constant stream of carriages and horses on the official road, and a constant flow of ships on the Bian River.

There are many buildings on both sides, with tea shops, wine shops, foot shops, restaurants, and vendors coming and going in an endless stream.

Except for the lack of city walls, it is more prosperous than any other city in the North.

Ah Ba exclaimed: "It's more lively outside the city than in Linhuang Prefecture. What a scene it must be inside the city."

Gao Qingyi didn't say anything, but he also felt longing.

The horses' hooves stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun as they entered the capital from Tongtian Gate.

The moment you pass through the city gate and step into the capital, a bustling atmosphere hits you in the face, with laughter, hawking, scolding... countless sounds intertwined together.

Gao Qingyi had a vague illusion, as if he had entered another world. This feeling was extremely wonderful.

"But Gao Dushuai is here in person?"

Just then, a voice sounded in my ears.

Coming back to his senses, Gao Qingyi turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a dark official uniform standing on the side, looking at him with a smile.

"Exactly."

Gao Qingyi did not dare to be arrogant and bowed in return.

After all, they are under the feet of the emperor. One brick could knock down a group of fifth-rank officials. Who knows the origin of the person in front of him?
The official chuckled and said, "I am Zhang Feiyuan, the recorder of the Honglu Temple. Commander Gao has just arrived in the capital, and your majesty has specially ordered me to wait here."

"Good work."

Gao Qingyi was delighted.

Zhang Feiyuan suggested: "General Gao is too polite. He must be tired after the long journey. Why don't I take General Gao and his family to the inn and settle them there first?"

"Alright."

Gao Qingyi nodded.

He wanted to take a stroll, but considering his family, he decided to stay in an inn and rest first.

Zhang Feiyuan led them all the way into the inner city and rushed to Duting Posthouse.

The journey made Gao Qingyi and the others almost dazzled. They couldn't help but murmur, "No wonder they say Bianjing is a fairyland. It's true."

Hearing this, Zhang Feiyuan smiled and said, "The North City is desolate, mostly residential, and not very bustling. The South City is the bustling place. Fanlou, East and West Tile Market, Daxiangguo Temple, etc. are all in the South City. When Commander Gao is free, I can be your guide and take Commander Gao to have a good time for a few days."

Gao Qingyi waved his hand and said, "It's just a small matter, how can I trouble Mr. Zhang?"

As they were talking, the group arrived at the gate of Duting Posthouse.

Looking at the tall gatehouse and the undulating eaves of the pavilions in the inn, Ah Ba subconsciously said, "Aren't you talking about the inn? Why are you in the palace?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the guards standing on both sides of the gatehouse flashed a trace of contempt in their eyes.

Where did this country bumpkin come from!
Even Zhang Feiyuan was slightly stunned, but fortunately he adjusted in time.

Ah Ba caught the fleeting look of surprise on his face, knew he had said the wrong thing, and blushed.

"Duting Inn has 525 guest rooms and 186 courtyards. To be honest, the imperial palace does not have as many rooms as Duting Inn. A few years ago, when the envoys from the Kingdom of Jin first came here, they made a lot of jokes."

After all, Zhang Feiyuan had worked in the Honglu Temple for many years, so there was no need to say much about the ways of the world.

With just a few words, he eliminated A Ba's embarrassment and told a few jokes about the Jin envoys, which made everyone laugh.

After leading Gao Qingyi and others to a courtyard to stay and explaining some matters to them, Zhang Feiyuan left.

Looking at the rockery, flower gardens, pavilions and waterside terraces in the courtyard, Ah Ba was amazed: "If the inns are like this, how luxurious must the imperial palace be."

Gao Qingyi warned: "Don't talk nonsense. You should be careful when you enter the city."

"I understand."

Ah Ba nodded quickly in response.

……

Inside the main hall of Yeonbok Palace, Han Zhen sat on the dragon throne, absent-minded, turning his head to look towards the back garden from time to time.

Instead of blaming him, His Highness's ministers were like him.

Just half an hour ago, a female official from the harem came to report that the queen suddenly had severe abdominal pain and seemed to be about to give birth.

Even though Han Zhen has many children now, they are all born to concubines, especially the two little princes, whose biological mothers are both women from the Western Regions.

But Zhao Fujin is different, her identity is too special.

Not only was she the queen, but she was also the princess of the Zhao Song Dynasty.

Although it is a new dynasty now, most of the officials in the court are old ministers of the Zhao Song Dynasty, and they are naturally close to Queen Zhao Fujin.

If a baby boy is born, there will be almost no suspense about the position of crown prince.

Only with the crown prince did the state of Qi feel completely stable.

For an emperor, especially a founding emperor, having offspring is very important. The earlier he has offspring, the more beneficial it will be for the country.

The most typical negative example is Liu Yu, the founding emperor of Liu Song, who was as ambitious as a tiger.

His life was a complete template for a happy novel, even worse than Han Zhen's. The bad thing was that he had a son too late.

I was 43 years old when I had my first son, having missed the best time to raise him.

A positive example is Zhu Yuanzhang, who had sons early on and always kept them with him, fighting in many battles.

Having followed their fathers in experiencing the trials of war, both Zhu Biao and Zhu Di were top choices in terms of talent and character.

No matter which of these two people becomes emperor, there will be no chaos in the Ming Dynasty.

Even his adopted son Mu Ying was a man of both civil and military talents, and he ruled southern Yunnan alone.

As for Gao Huan, he is not within the scope of discussion. The main reason is that Lou Zhaojun suffered from mental illness, which was a hereditary type.

If she wasn't a madman, how could a noble lady decide to marry someone after just one look and pay Gao Huan's betrothal gift out of her own pocket?

(End of this chapter)