Yan Shouxu's eyes glanced at Zhang Tiangang, who was silent.
"Zhang Tiangang, in your opinion, there is no other way except a decisive battle on the battlefield?"
The situation is not up to anyone. At this moment, the arrogant Emperor Wanyan Shouxu finally lowered his arrogant head.
He is said to be arrogant because in front of the people of Song Dynasty, his head is always high.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say, do you know whether I should say it or not?"
Unable to avoid it, Zhang Tiangang had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply.
Marriage is the only way. Everyone knows it, but he has to say it himself.
"Mr. Zhang, if you have something to say, please tell me quickly. I am all ears!"
Wanyan Shouxu was very impatient, and all the ministers' eyes were focused on Zhang Tiangang.
"Your Majesty, this concerns Princess Wen. Do you want the rest of us to leave?"
Zhang Tiangang smiled awkwardly and said softly.
At this point, the only thing left to do was to play the last trump card and see if he could make Emperor Song change his mind.
"Ms. Zhang, what does this have to do with Princess Wen? Is there anything we can't say in person?"
Lu Huan, the girl from Shizhan, didn't have enough brains and blurted out with dissatisfaction on her face.
He looked at everyone, but found that no matter whether it was Emperor Wanyan Shouxu, minister Wanyan Baisa, Li Qi and others, everyone was silent.
At this moment, he seemed to understand a little bit, lowered his head and sighed softly.
Now, except for marriage, the Kingdom of Jin seems to have no choice.
"You all get out."
Wanyan Baisa knew it well and waved his hand gently. The eunuchs and guards all retreated, leaving only a few ruling ministers.
"Ms. Zhang, is there really no other way?"
The hall was empty, Wanyan Shouxu frowned and spoke bitterly.
In the history of the Han Dynasty, Ji Zhuo meant marriage.
Now that the Kingdom of Jin has reached this point, does he really want him to lose face and marry the Song Dynasty, which he has always scorned?
In the past, the heroic ambition of "I have three thousand iron armors, I can sail across the Yangtze and Huaihe rivers" seems to have disappeared in front of reality, and nothing remains.
"Zhang Tiangang, aren't you making things difficult for His Majesty? How can I, Da Jin, marry Song Ren! Absolutely not!"
Wanyan Baisa's face was full of anger, and his eyes secretly glanced at the gloomy-looking Emperor Wanyan Shouxu.
"Your Majesty, gentlemen, I have nothing to do. I have been to the Song Dynasty several times, and the Song Emperor's affection for Princess Wen is beyond words. Besides, it is God's will that Princess Wen has the flesh and blood of the Song Emperor."
Zhang Tiangang said with a wry smile. Seeing Wanyan Shouxu's dark face, he quickly changed the subject.
"Your Majesty, the Song Army's Northern Expedition is abuzz in newspapers and in the government and the public. It is already on the string and has to be launched. If Princess Wen enters the Song Dynasty now, the target of the Song Emperor's Northern Expedition may turn to the two rivers or even beyond the Great Wall. By then, Song and Mongolia will Wouldn’t it be better for me, Dai Jin, to sit back and watch while the tigers fight each other and take the opportunity to recover?”
Zhang Tiangang's words were like thunder. Wanyan Shouxu, Wanyan Baisa and others were all dumbfounded and remained silent for a long time.
If this is the case, wouldn’t the Great Jin Kingdom be able to continue its prosperity and prosperity, and even be able to come back to life?
"How could I, Dajin, have reached such a state?"
Wanyan Shouxu looked lonely and shook his head slightly, but stopped talking.
"Your Majesty, you just asked the princess and the prince to go, and you didn't talk about the marriage. Emperor Song will decide for himself when he sees the princess and the prince."
Wanyan Baisa couldn't wait to add.
Wanyan Shouxu nodded. He sat on the chair and was lost in thought for a while before speaking.
"If the princess goes to the Song Dynasty, can she calm down the war?"
On the verge of national subjugation, does he still have a choice?
"The princess may not be able to, but if a prince is added, Emperor Song will probably consider it. Your Majesty does not need to rely on protons. This will make Emperor Song have no choice and take risks."
Zhang Tiangang said it in a low voice, his interests clearly stated.
Let Zhao Hong know that he has a son and the woman of his dreams, and the Kingdom of Jin may have a chance of survival.
"Zhang Tiangang, go find the princess and talk to her about this matter."
Wanyan Shouxu was listless and finally chose to endure it. Zhang Tiangang led the edict and was about to leave with his ministers when Wanyan Shouxu suddenly said something.
"I still have eight thousand loyal and filial army cavalry, can't I really fight against the Song people?"
Zhang Tiangang and others were stunned and stopped one after another.
The Song Dynasty's northwest frontier army alone was able to annihilate the 50,000 Mongolian cavalry of the Torre tribe, not to mention the defeated remnants of the 8,000 Zhongxiao Army.
Wanyan Baisha and others were thinking about how to answer, but Wanyan Shouxu had already stood up and left before everyone else.
"Ms. Zhang, please!"
Wanyan Baisa bowed her hands towards Zhang Tiangang and left together with Lu Huan, the preoccupied Shizhan girl, and others.
Zhang Tiangang smiled bitterly. At this point, does he still have a choice?
I'm afraid Princess Wen's Wan Yanchun, she has no choice.
Bianjing City, Royal Street, and the backyard of the bookstore.
Under the shady locust tree in the courtyard, Zhang Tiangang looked at Princess Wan Yanchun of the Kingdom of Jin who was sitting on a chair, with a troubled expression on his face, and it was difficult to speak.
"Ms. Zhang, please speak directly if you have anything to say."
Wan Yanchun looked calm and spoke warmly.
No need to ask, what happened in the court, Zhang Tiangang came to bother her again.
How can she, a powerless recluse from the clan, do anything to relieve the country's troubles?
"Princess, have you read the newspapers these days?"
Zhang Tiangang was cautious and insinuated.
Wan Yanchun turned around and looked at Zhang Tiangang with sharp eyes.
"Xiangong Zhang, the Song army is going to expedition to the north, and everyone knows about it. If you have anything to say, just say it!"
"Princess, the Song army is powerful and the military front is at its peak. Once the Northern Expedition is launched, the mountains and rivers will be turbulent. The former Tatar army went south, and the elite of our dynasty was destroyed. If the Song army attacks, it will inevitably lead to the disaster of annihilation. Our dynasty and the Song State are in conflict. The feud will eventually turn into a river of blood and the country will be unable to survive."
Zhang Tiangang whispered in a low voice with a sad face.
"The Kingdom of Jin should have been destroyed long ago when it has reached the situation it is today, either by the Song people or the Tatars. When the time comes, each of you will escape for your life and wish you good luck."
Wan Yanchun's expression remained unchanged, as if he was saying something ordinary.
"Princess, this is wrong. Others can stay out of the matter. The princess is the royal family of the Kingdom of Jin. How can we just sit idly by and ignore it? The Kingdom of Jin is in danger. Please save Dajin, princess!"
Zhang Tiangang bowed respectfully and begged.
Now that things have happened, only Wan Yanchun may be able to make Song Emperor Zhao Hong change his mind and be open to Dajin State Network.
"Ms. Zhang, I'm just a woman. I can't do anything to save the country and the people. You think too highly of me! Even if I want to save Dai Jin, I can't do anything!"
Wan Yanchun looked forward and spoke quietly.
"Princess, Emperor Song has feelings for you. As long as you and the prince go to Song Dynasty and meet Emperor Song..."
Zhang Tiangang observed his words and his voice became lower and lower. Wan Yanchun sat on the chair with complicated eyes and remained silent.
"Princess, if you don't want to go to the Song Dynasty, Dajin can only prepare for war and fight to the death with the Song people."
Zhang Tiangang spoke sincerely, but Wan Yanchun still didn't speak, seeming hesitant.
There was silence in the courtyard. Suddenly, screams and golden sounds came from the street outside, followed by a guard who hurried in with Wan Yanchun's son.
"Open, what happened?"
Wan Yanchun took his son and asked immediately.
"Back to the princess, the Song army is attacking with tens of thousands of cavalry. They are already approaching the city. I wonder if they are waiting for the rear army to attack the city?"
When he opened his mouth, both Zhang Tiangang and Wan Yanchun were shocked, and Wan Yanchun stood up immediately.
"Go and take a look at the city gate upstairs!"
Tens of thousands of riders? Is this still the Song Army?
"Mom, I want to go take a look too!"
Seven-year-old son Zhao Sinan shouted loudly.
"Stay home and be obedient!"
Wan Yanchun warned and turned forward.
The South Outer Gate is the south gate of Bianjing City, not far from the bookstore. When Wan Yanchun walked out of the bookstore, he saw people outside in a panic and in a mess running to their homes. Shoes and vegetables were abandoned on the street. messy. Wan Yanchun rushed to the tower, Zhang Tiangang and the guards followed closely.
Wan Yanchun left, leaving only Zhang Zhang and Wan Yanchun's son Zhao Sinan in the yard. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Sinan, who was flipping through the books, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
My child, do you know that the Song army showing off its power outside the city is your father's subordinate?
Outside the west city of Bianjing City, the Song Army rode tens of thousands of horses with a huge momentum. The sky and the ground were covered with black water, and the sight was filled with densely packed horse heads.
The Jin soldiers on the city wall were all nervous, and they all grasped their weapons in preparation for the Song army to attack the city at any time.
I thought I had avoided the worry of the Mongolian cavalry's destruction of the country, but now the Song army is here again. Their military power seems to be more frightening than that of the Mongolian cavalry, and their hatred for the Jin Kingdom is deeper than that of the Mongolia.
In the Song Army's cavalry formation, surrounded by fine cavalry, Zhao Hong sat on his horse, pointed his whip at the city in front of him, and shouted loudly:
"Soldiers, you have all seen it. This is Tokyo City, which was the number one city in the world at that time. The shame of Jingkang, the Song Dynasty moved south, and this became the world of Jurchens. As a descendant of the Song Dynasty, she was abandoned For a hundred years. Do you think you want to take her back?"
"Take it back!"
The soldiers around Zhao Hong, including Cao Youwan, Xu Sheng and others, all shouted loudly.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Tens of thousands of Song soldiers raised their weapons and shouted, the sound like thunder reaching into the sky.
"The good city of Tokyo, the good land of Henan, let the Jin people turn it into this! If the country is not destroyed, it is unforgivable. It is time for the property to be returned to its original owner!"
The fierce general Cao Youwan shouted loudly, causing a burst of agreement from the surrounding soldiers.
"Return to the original owner! Return to the original owner! Return to the original owner!"
The soldiers spoke in unison, and their voices spread like a tide in the air.
"...The court meets with hairpins. The nine streets and six streets are flat, filled with all things. The strings of the brothel and the music are as good as wine. There is no smoke in the Sui Dynasty and willows in the dusk, and the feelings are expressed through the ages... It is a pity that Tokyo's romantic atmosphere is now full of fishy smell."
Wei Liaoweng was filled with emotion, looking at the Tokyo city wall like a crouching dragon, reluctant to leave.
No matter how dilapidated the city of Tokyo is, it is still the promised land for all Song people.
"Recalling what happened in those days, it took only a few days without human power. The mountains and rivers and the land of string songs are still smelly. Your Majesty, our soldiers will definitely recover the city of Tokyo!"
Xu Sheng was so excited that he shouted loudly.
"Okay! Why should Hu Yun ask? The sun will come from within. I am waiting for your good news!"
Zhao Hong turned the horse's head and shouted loudly:
"Soldiers, return to Huaidong!"
The city of Bianjing was so dilapidated and the land of Henan was devastated. Even if the Song army did not regain Henan, the Jin Kingdom could hold on for a few more days.
After the military order was passed, the cavalry formations of the Song Army headed south one after another, with thousands of horses galloping, smoke billowing, and howling southward.
Wan Yanchun went up to the tower and looked out on the wall. The Song army's cavalry was boundless and heading south. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the Song army with thousands of horses galloping, dragons and tigers fierce, covering the mountains and plains, and she was at a loss for a moment.
When did the Song people have such elite cavalry?
If the Song army went to the Northern Expedition, could her country of Jin compete with it?
"The Song army is so powerful that we cannot compete with it!"
Next to Wan Yanchun, Zhang Tiangang, with an earthy face, said a faint sentence, giving an extremely appropriate explanation for Wan Yanchun's mood.
Wan Yanchun looked at the white-faced and frightened golden soldiers guarding the city on the city wall, who seemed to be relieved after the disaster.
She didn't know that maybe if she came out a little earlier and Song Jun stayed a little longer, she and Song Emperor Zhao Hong might meet again.
The Song army was so elite, it seemed that she had to go to the Song Dynasty and his party.
