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Volume 1: Saving the Three Thousand Beauties in the Harem Chapter 415: Pretext for War (Part 2)

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    (The support of the Alliance is still so strong! Jifushiro surrendered.)

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    As soon as Ma Kuo said this, everyone in the golden tent could not help but focus on one person - Wanyan Xiyin.

    This important minister of the Jin Kingdom, the newly appointed waiter's face tightened for a while, and his face was expressionless. He slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the cup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp. A trace of wine spilled from the corner of his mouth.

    Snapped!  The horn cup was slapped on the table, and the dull sound made everyone's brows jump.

    Wanyan Xiyin glanced at Ma Kuan lightly and said slowly: "Empress Maode, she came to our village two years ago. I treated her with courtesy and no disrespect. Princess Zong also felt her gratitude and worshiped her in front of the bed.  Treat each other with respect."

    What a "reverence before the couch, treating each other as guests"!  What a fool. Ma Kuo suppressed his disgust. Just as he was about to ask again, he suddenly realized something - Wanyan Xiyin's tribe?  !

    As a Song person who knew the Jin Kingdom the most, Ma Kuo happened to know where Wanyan Xiyin¡¯s clan was.

    Cold Mountain!

    The residence of the Wanyan Xiyin family. Just from the place name, you can guess what kind of place it is.  Specifically, it is the Daqingdingzi Mountain area in Wuchang, Heilongjiang Province today.  During the Jin Dynasty eight hundred years ago, the climate was cold and desolate. The people were surrounded by the cold that froze their fingers and cracked their skin all year round. It was difficult for people with weak constitutions to survive in such a place.

    "A delicate woman who moved north from the hinterland of the Central Plains and found herself in such a harsh place. What will she look like two years later?

    Ma Kuo could hardly imagine it anymore, his eyes widened.  After looking closely at Yan Xiyin, he spat out every word: "Two years from now, where will Emperor Ji be?"

    Wanyan Xiyin steadily picked up the cup filled with wine, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes: "It's already turned into loess!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    There were loud cheers outside the tent, deafening, as if the horse-drawn team had entered again.  The huge volume covered up Ma Kuo's angry shouts.  In the golden tent, the kings and ministers of the Jin Kingdom could only see the horses holding their halberds and commanding arms, their mouths opening and closing, roaring angrily.  But couldn't hear what he was saying.

    "War! War!"

    This is Ma Kuo¡¯s roar.  But the declaration of war was completely drowned by the huge sound.  The kings and ministers of the Jin Kingdom looked at each other in disbelief and looked at the Tianshu envoy who was so stimulated that he lost his composure.  A glance of sympathy and understanding.

    The carnival like a tsunami stopped.  Ma Kuo is also like riding a horse for hundreds of miles.  His face was blood red, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body was exhausted.

    War!  Once announced.  The sky will be filled with blood and fire, and corpses will be everywhere.  Two short words, a touch of words, means the beginning of the war to destroy the country.  For Ma Kuo, this responsibility was too heavy, so heavy that he could hardly bear it. After shouting, all the strength in his body seemed to have been sucked away, and he was crumbling.

    Wu Qimai asked with concern: "Is your envoy feeling unwell? Do you want to go back home to rest first?"

    Xiao Zhonggong coughed and smoothed things over: "Zhonggong knew a little about Emperor Maode. The servants took good care of Emperor Ji. However, Emperor Ji was weak. She had been in Lengshan for less than a month, and she died due to acclimatization.  The fragrance disappears, it¡¯s really my fault that the waiter can¡¯t do it, God¡¯s will is playing tricks on people!¡±

    Ma Kuo smiled bitterly and said nothing. The declaration of war he finally shouted out was in vain as no one heard it.  Shout again?  The atmosphere was completely different from just now, and I no longer had the same aura as before.  The so-called one-stop power, then decline, and three times exhaustion This is what Ma Kuo is like now.

    However, what really made Ma Kuo give up using this as an excuse to declare war again was when he calmed down and realized what was wrong with it.

    Emperor Maode, a daughter of a clan!  It is too unconvincing to start a war based on his death.  The long mouth of the world is enough to melt bones and make gold.  To say it is nice is to be angry with a beauty; to say it is unpleasant to say that it is a woman who ruins the whole army.

    Ma Kuo¡¯s original intention was to use the incident of Emperor Maode to force the powerful people of the Jin Kingdom to express their stance.  As long as the Kingdom of Jin could not withstand the pressure and return them, once this case was opened, the other concubines and concubines occupied by the powerful, including Concubine Wei and Concubine Xing, could all be returned.  If they don't give it, they will threaten to start a war.

    These are the wealthy of the Song Dynasty Zong Ji, and the Lord and the Lord will naturally return, while the main war may not be willing. In this way, the golden kingdom of the Kingdom will be born with each other.  When things get worse, it is best to declare war.

    But now that Emperor Maode is dead, the plan has been thwarted. It was inappropriate to declare war angrily in a moment of anger. Fortunately, the Jin people didn't hear it Ma Kuo thought about this, his back went cold, and he secretly broke into a cold sweat.  Without saying a word, he raised his hand to salute the benefactor Wu Qimai, glanced at Wanyan Xiyin coldly, and left.

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    The three-day and two-night grand horse racing and willow shooting competitions are over. The father and son Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan who were invited to watch the competition will also return to Five Kingdoms City.

    At this moment, the father and son, who had not seen each other for a long time, were riding in the same car together.?There is so much to say.  The suspicion and mutual suspicion between father and son when they were emperors have long passed away with the years of suffering.

    The news brought by Ma Kuo was like a thunderbolt, which made the hard-working father and son unable to recover for several days.  Now, they finally know that in the past few years, the world has been changing, and the world has been divided into three parts: Tianshu, Song, and Jin.  But in a battle last year, Song was crippled by Jin, and then Jin was crippled by Tianshu.  Now Song is in the south, Jin is in the north, and Tianshu is in the center. However, Tianshu, who is between the two countries, actually overwhelms the north and the south, making the two countries unable to find the north.  With such fighting power, it is simply unimaginable to think of the Holy Queen's army.

    "My lord, I believe that the leader of this powerful Tianzhu Army is not my wife, but Lord Di." In the carriage, Zhao Huan said to his father in a positive tone.

    Since Zhao Ji had been stripped of his imperial title by the Jin people, Zhao Huan did not dare to call him "Emperor Father" anymore, and the title of "Hunde Gong" given by the Jin people was obviously an act of humiliation, so naturally he could not be called him this way.  .  Therefore, Zhao Huan can only be called "adult" in general.  In the same way, Zhao Huan himself was also deprived of his imperial title and given the title of "Chonghunhou". Therefore, he could not call his queen a "saint", but could only call her his wife as the common people did.

    Zhao Ji glanced at his son and said calmly: "Why do you need to say that this king started out in the grass? He needs to borrow your wife's reputation to gather righteous men and achieve great success. Now he has married several of your sisters and proclaimed himself the King of Hua.  .The next step is to take advantage of the situation to ascend to the throne and become the king and proclaim the country."

    "Should I return to the Southern Dynasty, my seventh brother's home, or should I ask Di Jun to return?"

    Zhao Ji shook his head and sighed: "Do you dare to go back to the Southern Dynasty? If you go back to the south, where will you leave Qilang? What's more, Qilang's Song Dynasty has no choice but to let the Jin people take back you and me, father and son."

    Zhao Huan felt disappointed and said with a wry smile: "In this case, the best place for you and your ministers to end up. It can only be the city of Tianshu."

    "No. Da Lang, you are wrong. If you and I enter Tianshu, where will we put Mr. Di and your wife?" Although Zhao Ji was incompetent in governing the country, he was mediocre and ignorant.  But after all, he is also a man who has been emperor for more than 20 years.  I always know a little bit about the art of emperors.  At this point.  Much better than his son who only sat on the bench for two years.

    Zhao Huanbei came out and cried: "In this case, we can only bury our bones here"

    Zhao Ji twisted his beard and shook his head.  He said to his son with a solemn expression: "Dalang, please remember, if you really want to go back, you can only go to Tianshu."

    "Hey! Didn't your words just say"

    "My intention is that after you return to Tianshu, you must remain anonymous and enter the palace to observe. You must never appear in front of the world. In this way, you may gain the pity of Di Jun. For the sake of you, my father and my son, my uncle-in-law,  Take us back Only in this way can we have a happy ending."

    Zhao Huan said sadly: "My son has misled the country so far, and has long since given up the thought of being a king. If Di Jun is willing to remember the love of his uncle and son-in-law and the kindness of his wife, it will be enough to grant him the title of Lord of Taiyi Palace. He dare not look forward to it."

    "It's so good, so good" Zhao Ji slowly closed his eyes after saying that.

    The carriage was bumpy, and the father and son were speechless and choked, with sad faces on their faces. They both felt that in the world, there was no place for the king of the country to live. There is no greater tragedy in life than this.

    When they arrived at the post house, the father and son, under the supervision of the accompanying Jin soldiers, reluctantly entered the north and south courtyards of the post house respectively - it was impossible for the father and son to live in the same courtyard together.

    Zhao Ji lived in the north courtyard. It was getting late at this time. The postman led the way with lanterns and came to his residence.  But outside the courtyard gate, there were four capable Jurchen guards, patrolling with their swords drawn, but their expressions were relaxed and their voices were laughing.

    Zhao Ji's heart sank, and he vaguely felt something was wrong. He hurriedly lifted up the hem of his clothes and hurried forward.

    The Jurchen guard yelled: "The Prime Minister's Office is on an errand, and everyone else should stay away!"

    Zhao Ji has been imprisoned here for four years, and he has already become familiar with the Jurchen language. He hurriedly said: "I am faint Mr. Virtue, this is my post residence, what are you doing here?"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The four Jurchen guards looked at each other and laughed, their expressions inexplicably ambiguous.

    Zhao Ji has been an emperor for so many years and is good at observing faces. When he saw the appearance of the Jurchen guards, he immediately realized something and rushed in through the door, shouting: "Concubine Cao!"

    Immediately, a crying female voice came from the room: "Your Majesty" The voice was made by Cao Cairen who was accompanying him.

    Zhao Ji and his son Zhao Huan are two completely different types of people: Zhao Huan is cautious by nature and does not like vocal music and women. After two years on the throne, he has fewer than ten concubines.  And Zhao Ji can be called the romantic emperor, who specializes in the Taoist dual cultivation technique. Before he became a prisoner, he must marry a virgin every seven days.  This can be seen from the fact that Zhao Huan had nothing to do with his money, but Zhao Ji gave birth to five children at a rate of almost one a year in the last six or seven years of his life.

      This time the benefactor issued an edict to go to Beijing. The journey from Five Kingdoms City to Shangjing was more than a thousand miles, and it would take at least three or four months to go back and forth.  Without a woman for three or four months, Zhao Ji almost lost half his life. After begging hard, he agreed to take a concubine to sleep with him on the road. This was Zhao Ji's most beloved Cao Cairen.

    Zhao Ji, who was worried about his concubine, ran very fast, but the Jurchen guards behind him could not catch up.

    Bang!  The door burst open and Zhao Ji stumbled in. His gauze hat fell to the ground without even bothering to pick it up.  Looking up, he saw the situation inside the house, which made him tremble with shock and anger.

    The lights in the room flickered, shining on a couple of lovers.  The man pressed on the woman, panting and rising and falling.  The woman, with messy hair on her temples, fell on the kang head with her back, tears pouring out of the corners of her eyes, biting a lock of black hair at the corner of her mouth, and moaning softly.

    Seeing Zhao Ji barging in, the woman felt ashamed and kept beating the man on her body, but it was like scratching an itch and had no effect.

    The woman was none other than her beloved concubine Cao Cairen, and the man¡ªthe upright man was frightened by the door knocking. He raised his head suddenly and didn¡¯t even see the face of the person coming. He ignored it and roared: ¡°Get out!¡±

    The youngest son of the Prime Minister, Xie Bao Langjun!

    Zhao Ji was stunned, and his anger flew out of the sky, like a sack that had been emptied.  Leaning softly against the wall.  The Jurchen guards rushed in, grabbed Zhao Ji, and were about to force him out.

    "Wait." Wanyan Xiabao raised his head, his face had a strange flush, he was breathing heavily, and smiled evilly, "Be more polite to Mr. Hun De, just let him guard outside the door."

    Humiliation!  There is nothing more humiliating than this.

    Zhao Ji numbly allowed the Jurchen guards to drag him out of the house, punch him in front of the steps, and then left laughing.  Standing in front of the courtyard gate more than ten steps away.  Pointing and prodding.

    Zhao Ji stood at the foot of the steps in despair, listening to his beloved concubine's mournful moans, his heart was like a knife, and he covered his face and wept.  The situation just now.  It seemed like a repeat of that night four years ago.

    The second year of Jingkang.  April 7th.  On the way to the north, it was this Cao Cai who went out to use the toilet at night.  He was raped by two golden soldiers on duty.  When Cao Cai's clothes were torn, his body was covered with bruises, he staggered back, hugged Zhao Ji's legs and cried, the tragic emperor could only cry with him.

    "I never thought that four years later, the nightmare would happen again, even in front of me If a king of a country, or even a common man, is humiliated like this, he will draw his fist in anger.  However, the great Jin Hunde Gong seemed to be nailed, stuck there like a wooden stake, motionless.

    ?The clouds cover the shadow of the moon, and the sound of weeping is heard. I don¡¯t know how long it has passed, but suddenly I hear Wanyan Xiebao yelling, and the room falls into dead silence.

    It¡¯s done!  The four Jurchen guards winked at each other.

    Suddenly, Cao Cairen screamed from inside the house, his voice full of fear.

    Zhao Ji trembled all over, terrified, and instinctively rushed into the house. The scene before him was even more horrifying than before - Wanyan was lying on Cao Cairen's body, twitching all over, making sounds in his mouth, and his expression was painful.  As soon as he saw Zhao Ji, he stretched out his hand to him with difficulty.

    "Mr. Xie Bao, why is this?" Zhao Ji panicked and stepped forward subconsciously. He was confused and confused. He wondered if something happened to the youngest son of the Prime Minister here, would he be affected?

    Wanyan Xiebao had difficulty breathing, like a drowning person. He suddenly grabbed Zhao Ji's hand, climbed up his arm, and tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.  He opened his mouth to say something, but unexpectedly a mouthful of blood spurted out, covering Zhao Ji's face and body.  After that, Wanyan Xiebao was like a sieve, constantly leaking blood from his mouth and nose, instantly dyeing the bed and the ground red, which was shocking.

    But Cao Cairen had already been so frightened that he fainted.

    The four Jurchen guards screamed and rushed in, helped Wanyan Xiebao up, and were horrified to find that the clan prince had died, with only one hand, and he was still holding on to Zhao Ji

    A good-natured person died in a blink of an eye. If he said he died of natural causes, even these Jurchen guards would not believe it!  Eight evil wolf-like eyes stared at Zhao Ji with grief, anger and despair.  Zhao Ji trembled all over and tried desperately to shake off Wanyan Xiebao's hand, but he couldn't.

    Zhao Ji was so distraught that he just wanted to kneel down and cry: "It has nothing to do with me! Ias soon as I entered, it waslike this"

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Suddenly died, and before dying, he held you tightly, and your body was covered in the blood of the deceased You still said it had nothing to do with you?

    The master died unexpectedly within the protection range. Regardless of military or government regulations, these four Jurchen guards could not escape death.  This is simply a disaster from heaven, and there is no one to support it. How can these Jurchen guards be willing to accept it?  Now it is obvious that it is the hand of this southerner who deposed the emperor. How can he be allowed to escape freely?  Even if they die, they will have someone to support them - this is what the four furious Jurchen guards are thinking about.

      ïÏï¶ï¶!  The four scimitars were unsheathed and slashed down with the lantern knife¡ª¡ª

    "No, it's unfair! It's really not me -"

    Zhao Ji let out his last unwilling cry. The next moment, his trachea was severed and blood spattered three feet He was chopped off with knives. It was pitiful that the former emperor of the Song Dynasty was chopped into pieces by several pawns.

    Zhao Ji was really unjustly accused. Wanyan Xiebao's death seemed strange, but in fact there was a reason - Wanyan Xiebao pretended to be a pawn and accompanied Liu Yu on his mission to Tianshu City. When he was fighting against a small group of Tianzhu Army  , was hit in the left rib by shrapnel from an exploding thunderbolt shell.  This piece of shrapnel was not removed and remained buried in the body. Over time, it broke into the blood vessels, moved with the blood flow, went to the heart, and eventually formed a thrombus in the atrium.

    Wanyan Xiebao has been having physical problems over the years, but he has tried countless medicines and acupuncture, but nothing has improved.  He didn't know that the root of the disaster had been laid, so he indulged in alcohol and sex. Today, he had sex and was so excited that he finally detonated a blood clot, causing a massive heart hemorrhage and died.

    It happened that Zhao Ji was unlucky and fell into this unexplainable sudden death. As a result, he became the target of the irrational Jurchen guards to vent their anger.

    Zhao Ji's death was definitely a major diplomatic incident, especially at this sensitive moment - Ma Kuo never imagined that the excuse for war that he could not find would be delivered to his hands in such a shocking way.  (To be continued)
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