[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

...what a savage.

Zhao Yuan was stunned for a full quarter of an hour before he recovered. The young man beside him returned to normal, staring at her without blinking, his dark pupils as dark as the night outside.

Then, she saw a fleeting smile in the boy's eyes.

He's... laughing?

"Emperor Concubine Rongyan." The young man's low voice echoed in the room, revealing a pleasant hoarseness.Although he was still kneeling upright beside her, he already had a sense of laziness that he was sure of victory, "I have admired Di Ji for a long time, and I know that I am reckless, so I dare not have the slightest thought of overstepping. Thanks to Di Ji for not giving up, We must follow the example of the Goddess Nuwa and mend the cracks in the heavens of the Great Song Dynasty..."

He changed the subject, and his words sounded like gold and stone: "The minister can only follow with death."

... A rogue, especially a rogue.

As expected, he was really close to Mo Zhehei, a hot-blooded young man who was good-natured, but after staying with Zhao Yuan for half a year, he actually learned to play tricks.

Zhao Yuan's eyelids twitched a couple of times, seeing that his back was as tall and straight as a pine tree, but his gaze had a cheetah-like sharpness hidden in his eyes, suddenly he felt a little ominous.She seemed to... underestimate this young man who grew up in a military family.

"Thanks to Emperor Ji for your suggestion, I am very grateful." The young man still spoke in an official tone, but his tone gradually slipped.Although he was still kneeling, he raised his head straight up, looked into Zhao Yuan's eyes, and said word by word, "If you want to be the Lord, you must first become a Marquis."

If you want to be the Lord, you must first become a Marquis.

On the day when he sweeps the world with his sword and the emperor cracks the soil to seal him as a marquis, he will definitely be hired with silver spears and horses, three thousand iron armors, and Shang Di Ji.

Zhong Yi never doubted her phrase "reappearing the style of Han and Tang Dynasties" just now.In his opinion, as long as Di Ji wanted to do it, there was nothing he couldn't do.Even the iron cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin, which the entire Song Dynasty was afraid of, fell apart under the overturning of Di Ji Su's hands.So in this world, is there anything Di Ji can't do?

"Only marry the one you love"...?

Before she could win her heart, she had to be worthy of her natural resources.

The young man lowered his head slightly, pursed his thin lips, his face was calm, and his deep facial features cast a faint shadow under the firelight.He is still young and undersized, but he can already vaguely see a fit and tall figure in the future.

"Emperor Concubine..." Zhong Yi opened his mouth, wanting to ask whether Di Concubine could agree to the three-year agreement with Chen, but suddenly found it funny again.If you have the qualifications, then it doesn’t take three years to get Di Ji to agree to marry him with white hair; if you are not qualified, then don’t let Di Ji wait for him for three years, it’s 30 years , he couldn't wait for Diji's consent at all.

Roufu, she... is not an ordinary woman...

I don't know when, I can call her "Yuan Yuan"?

"...If there is nothing important, I will leave first."

——If Di Ji has nothing important to do, the minister will leave first.

Zhao Yuan's eyelids twitched again, and when he recalled the previous "I invite you first", he always felt that something was wrong.It's like... It's like this young man died and came back to life again, with a calmness and vigor completely opposite from before.

However, compared to Zhong Yi's previous decadence and depression, she prefers his current appearance.

Youthful and heroic.

Perhaps a third word can be added: Fengshen Junlang.

She nodded slowly: "If nothing else, you can leave on your own."

Zhong Yi expressed his thanks in a calm and authentic tone, and then left calmly.At that moment, it was almost thought that what happened in this room just now was just an illusion.

Zhao Yuan frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

She seemed...as if she couldn't see through him.

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Many people were destined to be unable to sleep last night.

Such as Zong Ze, such as Zhong Yi, such as... Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan stepped on the snow with a somewhat sluggish expression, walking on the empty streets, watching the crowds coming and going around him, he had the illusion of a world away.Just now he accidentally got bumped by someone, the other party rolled up his sleeves to hit him, suddenly a neat group of black-armored soldiers came out from the corner of the street, they came to Zhao Yuan solemnly, and asked her seriously if she needed help.

Zhao Yuan was a little frightened.

She looked at the unlucky guy who accidentally bumped into her, and then at the neat little wooden plaques around the waist of the Heijiajun. A few of them winked at her, meaning unknown.

The unlucky guy who bumped into her laughed dryly, muttered something in Khitan, and turned to leave.Within two steps, he was immediately caught by a tall and long-handed black-armored sergeant, and then he was carried directly in front of Zhao Yuan like a chick.

The black-armored sergeant said seriously: "This son offended Diji, he should be punished severely by the twenty army sticks."

Zhao Yuan is a complete legal idiot.

She didn't know at all that in "Laws of the Great Song Dynasty", there was no such thing as "twenty army sticks for offending the emperor's concubine".The subtext of the black-armored sergeant was that he offended Mrs. Chong's family, so he should be dragged out and beaten with twenty army sticks (emphasis), as a warning to others.

"...That's all."

Zhao Yuan waved his hands in a trance, indicating that there is no need to worry about such trivial matters.

The black-armored sergeant frowned, didn't he say anything more? According to Zhao Yuan's order, he threw the unlucky guy aside, and then warned: "Don't let someone hear you speak Khitan again next time. Otherwise, see you once Hit once."

The sixteen prefectures of Yanyun originally had their own local dialects, but after being governed by the Liao Kingdom for hundreds of years, many Yan people have become accustomed to speaking Khitan dialect.However, in the ears of the Western Army, the Khitan language was harsh.

The black-armored sergeant finished speaking with a serious expression, then turned his head, and said to Zhao Yuan with a more serious expression: "Mr. Shaolang is practicing marksmanship on the martial arts field at this time. Would Diji want to go and have a look?"

——My young master is playing handsome in the martial arts arena, do you want to go and see the young mistress?Don't wait!

Zhao Yuan staggered.

Fortunately, the sable fur on her body today is long and wide, which well conceals her embarrassment at this time.

But, but, there seems to be something wrong?

She looked up sadly at the sky.There is no snow today, and the weather is very good. It is very suitable for practicing marksmanship in the martial arts field, and it is also very suitable for boys and girls to go out together.

She looked at the earth more melancholy. The snow under her feet was about to melt, and spring was coming.

and many more.

She turned her head to look at the black-armored sergeant, and asked eagerly, "Can you listen to Khitan?"

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At the junction of Yanzhou and Zhuozhou, there used to be a temporary military factory.Although the Jinren escorted most of the craftsmen back to Shangjing after casting the armor, a small number of them stayed there and continued to live a life of blacksmithing.

Among them, many are Yan people who speak Khitan dialect.

Zhao Yuan remembered that he vaguely heard about the whereabouts of Emperor Jingkang from these people, but because he couldn't speak Khitan dialect, he could only infer some from the few words of Bianliang craftsmen.In order to get more news, she has been looking for someone who can speak both Khitan and Bianliang Mandarin these days.I finally caught such a one today, so naturally there is no reason to let it go.

The black-armored sergeant told her calmly that most of the Western Army can speak Khitan dialect, including the two old generals they worshiped as gods, General Zhong and the dozen or so young generals.Because the Western Army was stationed on the border between Xixia and Song Dynasty, and further north was Khitan.For hundreds of years, the Western Army fought thousands of battles, large and small, with the Liao Kingdom. The grass on the tombs of the brothers was so lush that it overwhelmed the Qilian Mountains.

After Zhao Yuan finished listening, he was silent for a long time.

"However, if Emperor Ji has orders, I dare not refuse." The black-armored sergeant was very polite to Zhao Yuan, probably because of his family's young general.After saying this, he thought about it again, and called someone over, "Go and call Han Wulang. He is the best at dealing with such people, and he speaks Khitan dialect much better than that."

Zhao Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "Han Wulang?"

Shouldn't it be...

The black-armored sergeant nodded: "Although Wulang is not the bodyguard of the Zhong family, it is very easy for Diji to support him for a day and a half."

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath and asked in the calmest voice: "Is his wife surnamed Liang?"

"Emperor Ji really is a person who understands etiquette in poetry and books." The black armored sergeant was a little envious and sentimental, "wife, um, Wulang's wife is indeed surnamed Liang. I heard that his wife made a big mistake in his family before he was taken in." Working as a prostitute in Jingkouying. Diji, are you an old acquaintance with her?"

Before he finished speaking, he was stomped on by his companion, and then he got several supercilious looks.

Han Shizhong, Liang Hongyu.

It really is the Western Army, it really is...

Zhao Yuan gave a faint "huh": "It is indeed an old acquaintance."