"Your Majesty, the Tatars are powerful, so it is better not to use weapons rashly, lest they cause endless disasters!"
Wei Liaoweng quickly stood up and tried to persuade him.
"Your Majesty, what Minister Wei said is absolutely true. Our court is training a new army, and it is not suitable for a head-on confrontation with the Tatars. It is not prudent to raise troops rashly. Your Majesty, be careful!"
Xuan Zhen also bowed respectfully and spoke sincerely.
Just kidding, as soon as you ascend the throne, you have to face the powerful Tatar cavalry. Isn't this asking for trouble?
"It's going to come sooner or later, so it's better to face it sooner. Xixia is also a kind of civilization. How can it be destroyed by barbarians at will, and in the way of annihilation of the country and the annihilation of the species?"
Zhao Hong said quietly, there is a pity for historical civilization.
The mysterious Xixia has almost no records in historical records. The history, culture, customs and customs of Xixia are rarely recorded in the historical records of the Central Plains. The Xixia characters, which are completely different from Chinese characters, are difficult to interpret. In the late Qing Dynasty, the Russian Kozlov discovered the ruins of Heishui City in Xixia and a large number of Xixia documents in the desert. Kozlov smuggled all these items back to Russia. Among the stolen cultural relics was a copy of "The Pearl in the Palm of Fan Han", which is a comparative dictionary of Chinese and Xixia during the Xixia period. The interpretation of Xixia characters was on the right track, and the "dead characters" of Xixia were "resurrected".
"Zhao Hong, no, Emperor Song, are you going to form an alliance with Xixia?"
Yan Chun couldn't wait to ask, and even called Zhao Hong by his first name.
"Shopkeeper Yan, do you want me to form an alliance with Xixia?"
Zhao Hong looked at her, half smiling, and Yan Chun couldn't help but blush.
This prodigal began to act handsome and rogue again.
"Your Majesty, you still have to be cautious!"
"Your Majesty, think twice before acting rashly!"
Xue Ji and Wang Gang spoke one after another and tried to persuade each other.
"Several members of your family, I have made up my mind. I will act with caution and will not use weapons rashly."
All the ministers looked at each other with helplessness and retreated.
It seems that this new emperor is going to lead the Song Dynasty on a difficult and dangerous road to recovery.
"Your Majesty, in a few months, I will go to Sichuan and may stay there for a while. If the Tatar army attacks Xixia, you can come to Lizhou to find me."
Zhao Hong looked at Luo Shichang and seemed to have made up his mind.
Sichuan, as the frontline bridgehead of the Southern Song Dynasty war, was too far from the south of the Yangtze River. The imperial examinations were conducted independently, so it was imperative to establish a branch of the Lecture Hall.
There were tens of millions of people in Sichuan during the Southern Song Dynasty, but by the time of the demise of the Southern Song Dynasty, only a few hundred thousand people were left. Zhao Hong would do his best to prevent these tragedies from happening.
Luo Shichang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to express his thanks when he was stopped by Zhao Hong.
"Your Majesty, I still say what I said. Even if I send troops for reinforcements, I can save Xixia once, but I cannot save Xixia a second time. I'm afraid Xixia's end is already doomed."
Zhao Hong's words were focused and also a careful analysis of the current situation.
The Song Dynasty needed time to restore its national strength, but Xixia was too far from the Song Dynasty and too close to Mongolia. Under the premise that the Song Dynasty lacked cavalry, what the Song Dynasty could do was really limited.
"Your Majesty, at this point, we can only take one step at a time."
Luo Shichang and other Xixia envoys looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and retreated one after another.
"Shopkeeper Yan, no, Princess Wen, please wait a moment!"
Yan Chun also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong waved his hands, and everyone in the room retreated in understanding.
"Your Majesty, what do you want?"
Yan Chun faced Zhao Hong and felt panicked.
She wanted to leave, but she wanted to confirm the details of Zhao Hong's reinforcements to Xixia.
"You know what? I've been looking for you."
Looking at Yan Chun's pretty body, Zhao Hong's heart beat faster, like a young man who had never been in love.
"Your Majesty, congratulations on your being crowned the Emperor of the Song Dynasty!"
Yan Chun's eyes flickered, trying to avoid Zhao Hong's blazing gaze.
"Why do you think I'm looking for you?"
Zhao Hong stood up, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of Yan Chun.
"Zhao Hong, what do you want... to do?"
Yan Chun stood up, panicked, and wanted to escape, but was blocked by Zhao Hong's strong arms.
"What are you doing? Of course you have to hold my woman tight!"
Zhao Hong did not hesitate and hugged Yan Chun tightly. There was no gap between the two of them, nose to forehead.
"You... let me go, do you know who I am? Why are you so... rude..."
Yan Chun still wanted to struggle, but Zhao Hong had already sealed his mouth. Her whole body felt like it was struck by lightning, and she lost all strength, allowing Zhao Hong to do whatever he wanted.
"Princess Wen of the Kingdom of Jin, Wan Yanchun, is now my wife, Zhao Hong!"
Zhao Hong's words made Wan Yanchun gasp for breath and look gloomy.
"Then do you know that if Daijin and Mongolia get married..."
"No one can take my woman away, not even the King of Heaven!"
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he directly picked up Wan Yanchun.
Wanyanchun wanted to welcome him but refused, and hugged Zhao Hong's thick neck.
"Remember, from now on, you, Wan Yanchun, are my woman!"
Wan Yanchun hesitated for a moment and then made a decision immediately.
She wanted to give herself to Zhao Hong, and she wanted Zhao Hong to owe her all her life.
Zhao Hong was very domineering and walked directly to the back with Wan Yanchun in his arms.
"Zhao... Hong, what are you... doing in broad daylight?"
Wan Yanchun was in a panic again, eyes full of surprise.
We kissed for most of the day, so why should we try to push the envelope even further?
This is broad daylight!
"What are you doing? Do what a man should do!"
Zhao Hong's voice was firm, and his bastard energy leaked out.
"Zhao Hong, let me down! It's daytime, don't force yourself!"
Wan Yanchun was shocked, how could these stinky men appear to be serious on the surface, but they were all virtuous in private.
"Forget everything. Now, let's do what men and women should do!"
Zhao Hong used his hands and feet to roughly tear apart Wan Yanchun's clothes.
"Zhao... Hong, you don't... want..."
Wan Yanchun's resistance was weak, and he wanted to refuse but still welcomed him.
Wanyanchun reacted in a daze to the amount of joy and indulgence caused by the other party's wanton behavior, from a girl to a woman.
Accidentally, she became Zhao Hong's woman?
"Zhao Hong, you... a scumbag!"
Wanyan Chunfen's face turned red, and she was about to kick Zhao Hong out of bed, but he hugged her strong long legs tightly and moved his hands up and down.
"Madam, you want to murder your husband!"
"Who...is...your mother...son?"
Wan Yanchun was still arrogant and annoyed with himself. Why didn't he resist forcefully just now?
"Zhao Hong, why do you treat me like this..."
Unknowingly, Wan Yanchun burst into tears.
I was confused and was bullied by the other party into becoming...a woman.
"Okay, don't cry. You know, I've been looking for you, and I can't forget you."
Zhao Hong whispered softly, but Wan Yanchun did not push him away. Instead, he hugged him and cried harder.
Doesn't she also have the other person in her heart?
There was a feud between the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty. The people of the Song Dynasty had a deep hatred for the Jin people. Will she and Zhao Hong have a future?
Wan Yanchun's eyes were filled with tears and her expression was miserable.
"Stop crying! Sir, let's talk about the two kids later."
Zhao Hong laughed heartlessly.
"You libertine, you big pervert!"
Wan Yanchun couldn't help but tears fell again.
"Okay, okay, stop crying. You are mine anyway, there is no point in crying."
Under Zhao Hong's comfort, Wan Yanchun stopped crying and regained his composure.
"Then can you promise me not to attack the Kingdom of Jin for the rest of your life?"
Wanyanchun asked quietly.
"The country hates family feud, let's not talk about it, just let nature take its course."
Zhao Hong said solemnly, but he felt helpless.
The shame of Jingkang and those historical national complexes cannot be easily eliminated by anyone.
He does not need to attack the Kingdom of Jin. In a few years, the Jin Kingdom will also be destroyed by the Mongols.
"Zhao Hong, don't go back on what you said."
Wan Yanchun continued to ask, reluctant and pitiful in his eyes.
"I will never regret what I said!"
Zhao Hong said seriously.
All he could think about now was how to deal with the ferocious Mongolian army. As for the Great Jin Kingdom, he really didn't care about it.
Wan Yanchun lay on Zhao Hong's shoulder and whispered softly.
"Zhao Hong, will you really go to Sichuan? Will you really help the Xixia people?"
"Isn't that what you wanted me to do when you brought them here?"
Zhao Hong stroked Wan Yanchun's black hair and said with a smile.
The mysterious Xixia civilization, he didn't want to watch it disappear into thin air. Those innocent Xixia people, why do they have to endure such suffering?
"Could it be that you are doing it for me?"
Wan Yanchun's heart couldn't help but fluctuate.
"Then you must stay and make it up to me!"
Zhao Hong smiled and hugged Wan Yanchun tightly, and began to move his hands up and down again.
"...Well...I'll let you do...whatever you want today...and I'll...leave tomorrow...well..."
The first encounter between a man and a woman is full of indescribable throbs and heartbeats. When everything calmed down, Zhao Hong was still making his final efforts.
"You have to leave? When will you come back?"
Zhao Hong was a little disappointed, but he would never force someone, especially his own woman.
"After I finish my work, I will come back as soon as possible..."
Wan Yanchun and Zhao Hong kissed passionately, passionately, and intoxicated...
The night was getting dark, and Zhao Hong stood in front of the window, looking at the school grounds outside in a daze.
On the school grounds, the students were walking or joking in groups of twos and threes, and some were doing extra training and running.
As night falls, this place is always full of vitality and hope.
The hope and future of the country also lie with these people.
"Your Majesty, the Xixia envoy has been arranged at the post house and will leave tomorrow. Princess Wen and her party are staying at an inn in the south of the city. Do you want to send someone..."
Wang Gang came in and reported to Zhao Hong in a low voice.
"Don't spread the story about Princess Wen to outsiders. Arrange for the Xixia envoy to leave tomorrow and send someone to escort her all the way. Don't make any announcement."
Zhao Hong turned his head and returned to the chair to sit down.
Wan Yanchun's departure made him completely silent.
"Your Majesty, I obey your decree."
Wang Gang looked at the empty room and mentioned something.
"Your Majesty has been out for a while. Do you want to go back to Lin'an City and have a look?"
Wang Gang withdrew gently. Zhao Hong looked at the empty room. It was deserted and deserted, which made him want to escape quickly.
The beloved woman has left, but the lingering fragrance still lingers. Everything is like a dream, and it is difficult to guess the ending of the story.
