[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

The sound of silk and bamboo in the Zichen Palace, the string music is beautiful, and the dancing singers are graceful and graceful, like colorful butterflies.

The ministers at the bottom pushed the cups, chatted with laughter, and looked like they were singing and dancing, but Yan Jingbai could clearly feel the doubtful look from the corner of his eyes.

After all, today's emperor had left a deep impression on them. How could people who were so afraid of the golden man and would tremble subconsciously even when they heard the name of the golden man become so powerful all of a sudden? !

Even Huizong Zhao Ji looked at him from time to time, his eyes were full of surprise.

Yan Jingbai covered his sleeves and took a sip of his drink. His large robe shielded everyone from probing. He knew that today was a bit of a shock, but there was no time for him to take it slowly step by step, and maybe he would never again Such a good opportunity.

Amidst the sound of wind music, Wanyan Zonghan stood up holding his wine glass and said, "This glass is to honor the friendship between Dajin and Song Dynasty. May the two countries enjoy good relations forever."

Hearing that, before the emperor Yan Jingbai could express anything, Zhao Ji stood up and responded: "If there is eternal peace between the two countries, the people in the world will benefit. On behalf of all people in the world, I thank the envoy."

Yan Jingbai frowned, the golden man was heading south, Wanyan Zonghan's words could not be more false, and only Zhao Ji, who stayed in the deep palace all day, would believe his nonsense!

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, he heard Yan Zonghan say: "My lord naturally hopes for peace, it depends on how much sincerity Da Song can have."

Zhao Ji reacted very quickly, "Just tell me what conditions the envoy has."

Yan Jingbai covered his face silently, he really didn't want to admit that this man who was the king of one country but smiled obsequiously at the courtiers of other countries was his superficial father. Judging from the other party's reaction, he was obviously used to being blackmailed by the golden man, thus forming a A conditioned reflex.

Wanyan Zonghan smiled slightly, then turned his head and winked.

A civil servant with a horn beard in the mission stood up and said: "Our country requires 70 tribute silver and 400 silk each year in the Song Dynasty, [-] beauties, and another [-] million guan to reward our army."

This number is really too big, civil and military officials began to commotion, even Zhao Ji was a little embarrassed, said cautiously: "Is this too much, can it be reduced?"

Wanyan Zonghan's complexion was serious, and he said blankly: "This is what my master Lang personally ordered, and I can't decide."

And the young man sitting behind him also stood up and said: "I have always admired the prosperity of the Song Dynasty. I often hear people say that even beggars in the Song Dynasty wear silk and satin. How can they push around for such a small amount of money?" ? Could it be that Da Song looks down on our Da Jin?"

Zhao Ji shook his head in fright, "No, no, how could it be..."

"Enough!" Yan Jingbai shouted in a deep voice.

He patted the back of Zhao Ji's hand comfortingly, and said sharply and meanly: "So what about the richness of the Great Song Dynasty! The richness of the Great Song Dynasty is not handed over to the enemy for them to deal with themselves!"

As soon as this remark came out, a group of golden men turned the case over, and drew their swords out of their sheaths. The singers in the hall screamed and huddled together trembling. Yan Jingbai went crazy.

The sound of silk and bamboo has stopped, and there is a dead silence in the hall.

Zhuge is facing me, Fang Yingkan waits for some ministers who are good at martial arts to stand in front of Yan Jingbai, the air is full of a tense atmosphere that is about to explode.

Yan Jingbai snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "As for Lao Jun, it is even more a joke! Dare I ask what is the reward? Reward the Jin people for killing my people and kill my soldiers? Reward the Jin people for seizing our land and invading our rivers and mountains?!"

Wanyan Zonghan raised his right hand and shouted, "Zhao Huan, you are bold!"

"Wanyan Zonghan, you are bold!" Yan Jingbai's face was livid, "I am the king of a country, who are you? You are just a subject of another country, and you dare to call me by my first name. This is disrespectful! I will punish you!"

"How dare you!" Wanyan Zonghan stared fiercely, and a bloodthirsty murderous aura erupted from his body.

"Look if I dare!" Yan Jingbai shouted loudly: "Come on!"

The guards at the gate rushed in.

Yan Jingbai swung his sleeves and said sharply, "Put Yan Zonghan on twenty sticks and send him to prison!"

The guards were stunned and stared at the emperor dumbfounded, but they didn't move for a while.

Wanyan Zonghan was surrounded by golden men protectively, his unruly and unassuming appearance seemed to be watching a farce.

Yan Jingbai sneered, and shouted at the guards: "My word is the imperial decree, and I don't mind picking off a few more heads from those who resist the decree and disrespect it!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, some people were afraid. Although Jin people are not easy to provoke, they are not as good as the emperor who can kill people with a single sentence.

One of them stood up first and was about to step forward to grab someone, but the next moment, Wanyan Zongjun chopped off his head with a knife.

The blood was poured out, and the severed head rolled on the ground several times. Some timid people lost their legs and fainted.

"Presumptuous!" Yan Jingbai was trembling with anger, "Go call someone! Take all these people down!"

Seemingly knowing that the other party was coming for real, Wanyan Zonghan narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "I am the envoy of the Great Jin, do you know the consequences of doing this?!"

Yan Jingbai also sneered: "Don't bother you! I only know that if I let you go today, what is my majesty! What is the majesty of Song Dynasty!"

"Very good!" Wanyan Zonghan slowly drew his sword. Even at this point, even if this is the Song Palace, he did not intend to capture it without a fight.His pride does not allow him to be someone else's prisoner without resistance.

More guards rushed into the Zichen Palace and surrounded a group of more than a dozen golden men.

Although there were few Jin people, and there were a few civil servants among them, they were a nation that lived on horseback, and they couldn't do anything for a while.

When Yan Jingbai was frowning, suddenly a red shadow flashed, and someone had already jumped into the melee.It was Fang Yingkan who made the move, and he jumped up and down like lightning, and within a few breaths, he knocked down all the golden men's acupoints, including that arrogant and extremely conceited Wanyan Zonghan.

Yan Jingbaimo, how could he have forgotten that this is the world of martial arts, and those so-called martial arts masters are all cheaters.If he had known this earlier, he would have let the other party do it!

He asked people to put Wanyan Zonghan and others in prison, and ordered Fang Yingkan to guard the golden man in the post house tightly, and not let anyone go.Then he threw down the mess all over the hall, waved his sleeves and walked away lightly.

When he returned to Funing Palace, he walked quickly, smiled coldly with a rare worried look on his face, and then warned, "Don't let anyone come in to disturb me." He closed the palace door behind his back and locked himself in the inside the door.

Kneeling down silently, the fingers covered in the sleeves were still trembling slightly, as soon as Yan Jingbai closed his eyes, he could see the blood-red eyes, and the ferocious head that kept rolling.

This is not acting, nor props, but a real human life, a human life that was indirectly ruined because of him.

He can't be indifferent!