The night breeze in Beijing in February is still chilly, but that doesn't stop the night market from being lively.
The restaurant and tea shop during the day have closed their doors to welcome customers, but the restaurant is brightly lit at night, and the whole street is filled with the aroma of wine balsam powder with the night light, and the coquettish smiles of the women are looming.
The street is full of vendors, hot fires, bright and flickering lanterns, even if it is close to midnight, it attracts many people.
The drunken people who ate in the restaurant sat under the mutton soup shed on the side of the street, drinking the hot mutton soup while letting the night breeze blow and sober up.
"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao."
Someone passed by him, thought of something, stopped and asked, "How is the battle going in the north?"
The war in the north since the first lunar month, after more than a month of consumption, is no longer the most concerned thing for the people of the capital, and sometimes they even forget that they are still fighting.
The official who was called Brother Zhao sighed, and he seemed to think about it seriously before remembering.
"It's nothing, and the Jin people are in a stalemate at the border."
He said, and with a little bit of indifference to seeing through the world, "I think this Dajin and Da Zhou are like this, no one can help anyone, just make a fuss at the border every year." ” A diner next to him came over with mutton soup and nodded.
"Not really."
He said, "Although it is said that the Jin people once set foot in the Central Plains, but our Great Zhou is different from Daqi, the kind of wild land of Daqi is comparable to Dajin, and it is not surprising that it was destroyed. ” "That is, after raising soldiers for more than ten years, they don't eat for nothing."
Many people also nodded, their expressions relaxed, "When Cheng Guogong brought him to the capital, we saw with our own eyes that it was really a good soldier." ” Cheng Guogong was mentioned in the words, which made the atmosphere stagnate.
Cheng Guogong is said to have defected to the land of the Jin people, and may have led the Jin people to fight.
Then this praise is great, isn't it a great boast of the gold people It's scary.
"A soldier is a soldier, and he will be a general."
The little official surnamed Zhao smiled with a little bit of you don't understand anything, and said slowly, "Cheng Guogong can have such a reputation, but also because of the bravery, he ran away, the soldiers didn't run, and without the soldiers, what is he." ” That's right, yes, everyone nodded their heads.
"Besides, isn't there still Uncle Qinghe."
The boss who sold the mutton soup carried a spoon and said while stirring the cauldron, "You are young, you only know Cheng Guogong, don't forget that Qinghebo was also famous back then, but he was stationed in the south, and everyone didn't care much about it." ” These words made everyone feel more at ease.
"Don't worry about that, we don't have to worry about it."
Someone said with a smile, drunkenly grabbing the sheep soup bowl, "There are adults here, the emperor is not in a hurry, we are in a hurry, we are at the feet of the Son of Heaven, this is the safest place." ” As for the rest, they don't care.
Everyone laughed, and suddenly there was a commotion nearby.
"Come and see, Sister Xiao is swimming in the river at night."
Sister Xiao is now a popular girl in the new Teaching Division, which has attracted countless young masters to spend a lot of money and smile, and it is difficult for ordinary people like them to meet.
When I heard that she was taking a night trip on a flower boat, the street suddenly boiled like boiling water, and they crowded to both sides of the river.
But seeing the prosperity of the colorful boats in the river, during which the women are beaded and jade, the bamboo strings sing and dance like a fairy mountain, the river is crowded, from time to time someone is squeezed down the river to cause a laugh, and some people throw the silk flowers and fragrant fruits to the color boat.
In the end, I don't know which rich man simply threw a dustpan of money into the river, attracting countless people to jump into the river to scramble, almost blocking the flower boat from swimming, and the flower boat screamed again and again, which made people intoxicated and didn't know what day it was.
Compared with the night market in the outer city, the inner city where the palace is located has fallen into the silence of the night, like two worlds.
But at this time, the lights in the Qinzheng Hall were still bright.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
An official trotted in.
Huang Cheng and the other five cabinet ministers in the hall couldn't help but walk over a few steps, and the emperor on the throne also stood up.
"What's the news?"
he asked eagerly.
The officials were sweating profusely on this cold night, and they didn't know whether they were running too quickly or in a hurry.
"There you have it."
He gasped and said, "The reinforcements from the Five Routes have arrived in Puyin, with nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses. ” Huang Cheng and others breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's it."
"It's timely, it's timely."
"Enough to fight, enough to fight."
Everyone spoke, and the emperor sat back in his chair with a sigh of relief.
"What about Qinghebo," he asked again.
The official hesitated.
"Qinghebo has no new news for the time being."
He said.
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The old news before was that there was no news, that is, I didn't know whether to live or die.
There is no new news, that is to say, it is still not known whether it is alive or dead The faces of the people present were a little unsightly.
"But Your Majesty don't worry."
The official hurriedly said, "When Qing Hebo transferred the troops, he also arranged how everyone would assist in the attack, and at this time, the armies were already in place. ” That's good, that's good, even if you can't rescue Qinghebo by then, this battle is enough for the Jin people to deal with.
The golden Tatars are greedy for money and timid, and they are afraid of hitting with one hand, and if they give some benefits with the other, they will be able to fight.
The emperor looked at Huang Cheng.
"The envoy of the golden man can be contacted," he asked.
Huang Cheng leaned over and responded.
"I've been contacted, and I'm waiting for a reply."
He said without hesitation.
The Emperor nodded.
"Whatever they say, they should come down and talk about it first."
He said.
No matter what conditions you want, you should come down, which is inevitably too disgraceful to the country, and some officials on the side frowned.
"Your Majesty."
He couldn't help but speak.
The Emperor interrupted him impatiently.
"Don't all agree, Jin Renxiao'er will coax first, so that the people will not suffer."
He said.
Probably nervous and anxious by this sudden war, the emperor was more arbitrary than before, and was very unkind to the officials who raised opposing opinions, saying that the crime would be punished.
Let's take a look at how Qinghebo's siege battle is, the official leaned over and responded.
The emperor looked at several important ministers in the palace.
"Also, the siege of Qinghebo, everyone must keep it secret."
He said, "Only a few of you know, don't spread the word." ” The officials looked at each other.
Do you want to hide such a big thing?
"This kind of news should not be spread now, so as not to affect morale and disturb the people's hearts, and cause riots, so that the Jin people will have an opportunity to take advantage of it."
The Emperor said.
What's more, Qinghe Bo was appointed by him, so if such a waste was trapped in the first battle, he would inevitably be hurt and scolded as a waste.
"yes."
He sighed, "I am ashamed to let the people suffer such a fright in the first month of the new year. ” There is some truth to this, but sometimes a shock is also a wake-up call.
Several court officials had complicated expressions, and Huang Cheng had already taken the lead and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty."
He said, and subconsciously glanced at the young man standing on the side.
The people who should not have been present on such an important occasion were still there, but this time he didn't say His Majesty Shengming first, but just stood aside and listened carefully and attentively.
However, the emperor was not in the mood to care about whether he was holy or not, and it was not a glorious thing, no one was stupid, where did he come from at this time.
He glared at Huang Cheng with some annoyance.
"There's no way to do it."
He said.
The other officials were not good at saying anything else, and leaned over to respond.
Ning Yunzhao stopped his pen and lowered his head slightly, hiding the ridicule and heaviness in his eyes.
The land near the capital boundary is much warmer than the northern land, and there is grass on the ground that is tentatively burrowing out in the misty morning light, and the cautious god unfolds its tender green figure.
The stout hooves of the horses trodden over them, leaving a pit, dust kicked up, and the green grass was trampled away.
The man on the horse jerked his horse back and stopped in the midst of a neighing, his armor crashing into each other.
These were two soldiers dressed as sentry scouts, looking ahead in surprise.
It was a country road, and in the morning mist lay a man on the ground, carrying a basket on his back.
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They are very familiar here, not far away is Luojia Village, the people on the ground curled up, although they can't see their faces, but they have recognized the basket and the broken fork that fell on the side.
"Isn't this Luo lame," said a sentry, with a bit of a joke, "Why are you lying on the ground, isn't it cow dung that you picked up this time, it's gold?"
He raised his voice as he said this, but the man on the ground remained motionless and seemed to be asleep.
Something was wrong, and the two sentinels hurriedly stepped forward.
"Are you sick, cripple Luo," they asked, and just before they got closer, they let out a low cry again.
The man lying on the ground was not curled up, but had no head at all.
What's going on The two sentinels jumped off their horses, looking horrified.
"Head."
A sentry shouted, pointing to a nearby tree.
There was a head between the dry branches, which seemed to have been thrown up casually.
It's cruel.
Who would have such a vendetta against a crippled villager who picks up cow dung?
"Scythe incision."
A sentry half-knelt on the ground and looked at Luo Cripple's neck and whispered, swallowed his saliva again, and raised his head, "A slash is not common with this kind of strength and sharpness" Yes, even they don't use this in their army, but they have seen this kind of scythe.
The faces of the two sentinels turned pale.
Golden cavalry.
The village ahead was silent and sleepy in the mist.
The sound of the horses' hooves was particularly loud.
"Slow."
A sentry stopped his horse, "This is not right. ” He jumped off his horse, plucked his weapons from his horse, and hung them on his body.
Yes, villages are different from towns, villagers get up early to work, it is impossible to sleep until three poles in the morning, not to mention, there are not even chickens and dogs barking.
The two sentries swallowed, threw off their horses, clenched their spears, and walked slowly towards the village.
There was dead silence in the village.
The door of the nearest house was wide open, and two sentries entered.
"Luo Laoqi."
They shouted, subconsciously lowering their voices.
Even if you keep your voice down, you can hear it in the room.
But no one responded, and two sentries winked and felt for the door, one standing by the door, and the other raising his foot and kicking towards it.
As soon as the door opened, the sentry almost fell, but fortunately he immediately stabilized himself, and stood in the room and saw the man lying on the ground.
Bloodstained.
Not only on the bed, but also on the bed, a woman with two children in her arms stacked on top of each other, blood staining the mattress.
Something went wrong Footsteps rang out in the village, doors were opened one after another, and all the dead people were seen.
Some are in the yard, some are in the house, and all over the place.
Overnight, the entire village was slaughtered.
Two sentries stood in the village, their legs trembling slightly, their faces bloodless.
It wasn't that they had never seen a dead man, but it was the first time they had seen such a horrific scene.
What's going on "It's a bandit," one of the sentries muttered.
The other turned.
"Whatever it is, go and report it to your lordship."
He said.
This kind of massacre of the entire village can no longer only be reported to the government, but also to the local garrison.
As soon as he turned around, a man appeared in his sight.
The sentry couldn't help but blurt out.
Anyone who has just seen half of the dead in the village will be frightened by the sudden appearance of the living.
This is the man who came out of an alley.
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Are there any survivors The sentry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fellow, what's the matter," he hurriedly shouted.
As soon as he spoke, he was grabbed by the arm of the sentry beside him, and the sound of his companion's teeth colliding in his ears was also heard.
"Gold Gold" Kim what The sentry's gaze also saw the person standing in front of him.
The man was short and stout, dressed in brass nail cotton armor, and held a fine iron scythe in his hand, and a strange smile appeared on his face covered by iron kui.
Golden Soldiers Is he dreaming?
How could Jin Bing be here The sentry's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out the bow and arrow behind him, but he was still a step too late, and the cold light flashed in front of him, and the golden soldier had already pounced, and the long scythe slashed straight over.
Blood splattered.
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