time at hogwarts

Octagonal round lamps were hung from the top of the palace, and the lights were burning. pb

The people who replaced the emerging forces of the Liao Kingdom in this era are enough to make people hold their breath. The old man on the throne has reached his twilight years, and a serious illness in the cold winter brought him unimaginable harm.Wearing a large cloak made of mink fur and brocade, he integrated his entire tall body into it. Under the high imperial steps, the surrendered ministers and the core clan members were quietly looking up.

"...When we invaded the Liao Kingdom, we had a lot of good things, but we also destroyed a lot. When I came over, this palace was still on fire." A hoarse and low voice spoke as Wanyan Agu hit The sound came out of the throat, like a vicious wolf waiting for prey and opening its muzzle.

"The Khitan has many good things...good things that we will never see in the deep mountains and old forests, just like this throne. Even if we sell all the members of our tribe, we can't get a foundation. But now it is ours, it belongs to the Jurchens... This country is also Jurchen, but many things are broken, just like this palace, it is broken, but I am reluctant to spend money to repair it. We still have many tribesmen suffering under the ice and snow this winter, and the money must be spent on them. There is a lot of damage outside, and money is also needed...and we can't make money."

With a self-deprecating smile on his face like a dead tree, he showed a distressed expression, glanced at the ministers below, and walked off the throne.The tall and thin body stood in front of the steps, with his arms hanging on both sides, standing casually, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression, "But the bloated country in the south is very rich. I heard that their money is piled up in the palace. Even the palace gate can't be closed. I'm so envious. Years ago... I put pressure on the Wu Dynasty, put pressure on them, and asked them to use the money to buy the remaining states and cities in Yanyun to subsidize our pockets. , maybe some of you will laugh at me, how can I, an emperor who only knows how to fight with weapons, do business."

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He raised his gray head and walked down the imperial steps step by step, "...Twelve cities... It seems that I am going to lose money, but don't forget, those were conquered by the Jurchens. We If you can fight it once, you can fight it a second time." He clenched his hands into fists in mid-air, "...tens of millions of dollars are given to us for free. Unfortunately, I have been waiting for a long time. I am patient. The winter outside may have passed, but the Kingdom of Jin is still in the cold of winter..."

The lights burned quietly, the palace door opened, and the cold wind howled in. As the flames swayed, Wanyan Zongwang stood at the entrance of the palace.

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At Yanmen Pass, the north wind blows violently through the pass.

The flags of the Wu Dynasty hung on the wall and whistled in the wind. In the huge school field behind the gate, the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty struggled to control their weapons, and their roars rose to the sky. On the commander's platform in front, Huang Xin's figure walked back and forth on the high platform. Patrolling, occasionally sternly correcting the soldiers' erroneous actions.

In a certain room in the pass, Qin Ming took off the bandage wrapped around his body, stroked the mace on the weapon rack, carried it to an empty space in the yard, and started dancing. The snow under his feet had not yet completely melted away.

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"Father--"

When Wanyan Zongwang walked into the solemn and deep palace, the old man was still talking. Then he knelt on the ground and clasped his fists, called out politely, and listened quietly to the old man's words.

"...But wolves don't need to hibernate. Winter is still our Jurchen's world. If they don't bring it, it doesn't matter. Then we will go and get it ourselves. I fought out from the white mountains and black waters, swept through the Liao Kingdom, and defeated several One hundred thousand people don’t care if they go to the south and defeat hundreds of thousands more. There are countless good things there, and there are good things you have never seen before. Do you want them?”

At this moment, Wanyan Aguda looked at his son, "The Jurchen sons are almost ready. In this spring, the farming season for the southerners, we will kill them -"

Zong Han looked at the tall wolf's father and his heart was filled with excitement; Zong Bi clenched his fist and punched the air hard, licking his scarlet lips; Zong Wang raised his eyes, and the old man's figure passed him and walked towards the palace door. Outside, the spring sun has risen, spread out, and the field of vision has expanded. In the palace, there are crowds of people, and dense forests of guns and flags stand in the wind.

The strong wind blew through the school grounds, flags and heavy breathing were fluttering, and the sky clouds were rolling.

Wanyan Aguda walked to the stone steps of the palace. The wind blew up a corner of his leather coat, and he stretched his arms to the sky and made fists.The rumble of thunder rolled and exploded in the sky, and his voice sounded like thunder at this moment.

"Many of you feel that we have just finished fighting the Khitans and occupied their country, so we should rest for a while and not be so tired..."

.......

The south, further south, and Jiangnan experienced the Fangla turmoil. The ruined cities gradually repaired their wounds. Merchants from the north began to occupy the empty markets with their goods. People who fled the war also returned to their hometowns, picked up hoes, and sow seeds in the spring. The season has arrived, and the countryside and cities are bustling with pedestrians and merchants...it's become lively.

On the top of the light, the flags of the sun and the moon were fluttering in the wind. A large roofless sedan was carried on the shoulders of ten people and was going down the mountain. A woman in red makeup was twisting her needle, embroidering a mandarin duck playing in the water stitch by stitch. Occasionally she looked at it. Go to others, "...Bai Ning killed an old monk? Ridiculous...Why did he kill him? Have you found out?"

Li Tianrun whispered a few words, and the woman on the sedan concealed her face and smiled, her beautiful eyes turning, "... Bodhidharma's body, the severed limbs were reassembled... No wonder, then let's go north and ignore the smelly people in Lingyi Mountain. Taoist priest…."

At the foot of Lingyi Mountain, several horses were riding up the mountain to meet someone inside, "We are here to ask for the elixir from Taoist Master Lingxu on the orders of the current Prime Minister Cai."

The mountain gate above opened, and hundreds of Taoists were busy coming and going, practicing martial arts to maintain their health. Immediately, someone met them.

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"...Yes! We really don't need to work so hard, but I want to tell you here that when we conquered the Liao Kingdom, we also destroyed it. We need a lot of money and people to repair it, then we should What should I do? Are you going to beg the Wu Dynasty in the south in a low voice?" Wanyan Aguda's voice echoed in the sky above the palace.

Below, countless people raised their arms, "Can't—"

"Since we don't ask others, we can only go over and rob... kill them and let them take the best things and the most valuable things..."

Wanyan Aguda's voice paused for a moment, and then roared out: "... Even their most beautiful women have been snatched away. I will take you to the capital of the Wu Dynasty to get them in a dignified manner."

"Let them see who is the master of this world——"

"Let them see who is the wolf and who is the sheep——"

"Let them see, let them have a taste of how invincible the Jurchens are when they get together -"

The deep-set eyes and cloudy eyes were emitting a ruthless and fierce light at this moment.The silver beard was trembling, and a high-pitched voice roared out at this moment: "Long live the Jurchens——"

Behind him, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Loushi, Wanyan Zonghan and other Jin Kingdom generals raised their arms and roared across the sky. Countless Jurchens on the school field raised their weapons and pointed directly at the sky, and the huge roar shook the earth.

"Long live the Jurchen!!!!"

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The roaring sound rushed into the sky and crossed the city. In the south, in the warm Bianliang, the city gate was entering and exiting. Two tall monks holding weapons were stopped for questioning.In the courtyard of a huge royal palace, a silly girl was looking at the sun in the distance, smiling and waving to the sky.At the east city gate, two carriages brought some servants to Yuncheng. They had many things they wanted to say to their parents in front of the tomb.On the path in the forest, there was a man carrying a small bamboo basket and some simple meals in front of a certain tombstone, talking and eating breakfast despite the wind and rain.There were cries of children in the cold palace. People in dragon robes coughed and lifted the toddlers from the ground with a smile...

It was an ordinary morning, with all kinds of people living various lives, but a huge shadow was about to cover it from the north.

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Clouds are floating in the sky.

In the empty palace of the imperial city, the old man sat down weakly. Wanyan Zongwang looked at him worriedly, "Father, your body has not recovered yet. Let your sons do the work of conquering the enemy."

The old man breathed heavily for a while, and his eyes with a fierce light closed and opened tiredly at this moment. He looked at the candles burning in the palace, and his voice rang out between the two of them: "I have been a soldier all my life. I have been a slave with my life. My people conquered this land, I am their backbone and the hero in their hearts, how could I..."

"...How can you lie on the hospital bed and die!" Wanyan Aguda swallowed hard and looked at Zong Wang, his son, "We all fought out in the ice and snow. I want to see how big this world is. , what is the south like, and whether the sheep in the south are docile."

Wanyan Zongwang looked at the once iron-blooded wolf king, his eyes were wet and his throat was rolling with pain, and he said softly: "Zongwang knows about father's... plan... Let's plunder as a child, you wait at home."

The old man waved his hand and patted Zong Wang's sobbing shoulder, "The Wolf King... didn't die in a warm nest, but died in the conquest."

Afterwards, he put on his wolf coat, held a staff carved from wolf bones, stood up, and walked out with an upright posture. He stopped halfway and turned around to show a kind smile to his son.

"Han Libu, you have to follow, we are going to start hunting."

This sentence is like what a young father said to his young and ignorant son in a tribe in the wilderness.Over there, Wanyan Zongwang nodded, wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and quickly followed behind his father.

Just like before.