The official who delivered the order did not stand aside or sit down. He stayed for a while and left quickly amid the laughter of everyone.
Wait until the wine has passed the third round and the food has passed the five flavors.
This time someone came again.
The person who came was wearing a red official uniform and looked majestic, but his face was full of kindness.
As soon as he came in, he laughed and offered heavy gifts, and then claimed that he would take advantage of the prince's wedding to beg for a glass of water and wine.
"Treachery."
"Master Ding..."
Someone in the banquet had heard about this person's appearance, or perhaps had seen it from Li Yuan. At this time, he exhaled softly.
Seeing that the most powerful official in the dynasty came to Guiyun Village with such humble words and politeness, and he was also afraid that Yang Lin would not accept the imperial edict and behaved completely without the authority of a prime minister of a country.
Even people like Huang Yaoshi who ignore etiquette.
At this time, I couldn't help but secretly look sideways.
"Your Majesty?"
Yang Lin became interested.
He put down the wine glass, took the silk scarf handed by Huang Rong, wiped his hands, and said with a faint smile: "Bring it here, let's see what official title the official has given me this time?"
Ding Daquan bowed his body, not daring to show off at all, and held the imperial edict in both hands over his head and presented it.
He knew that the person in front of him was not someone who told you any rules. In this world, no one could control him anymore.
It is true that one word can prosper a country and one word can destroy a country.
Why did such an unreasonable existence appear in the Song Dynasty?
Sometimes, Ding Daquan would scold God for being unreasonable.
He didn't even think about it. If a person like Yang Lin didn't appear in the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty would probably be gone by now.
Of course, Ding Daquan at this time just sincerely wanted to run his errand well.
In other words, he just wanted to stabilize the other party, so that he would not have the idea of the Song Dynasty's small court, and he could live a stable life. Being his own prime minister would be better than anything else.
As for the face of the Song Dynasty official family.
How much is that worth?
"King Yan, the word "King of Side by Side" is quite sincere.
Mr. Ding, go back and tell the officials that I, Lu Guanying, have no interest in his leader of the Six Yangs.
Let him be good, eat and drink when he should, and don't be too harsh on the people he governs.
As for Yandi, since he has made the king, it is naturally as he wishes, and the king can take it for himself. "
"Yes, yes, once the prince's troops arrive, no one in the world dares to disobey him. I would like to wish the prince success and a decisive battle."
"You are good at talking and watching. Come and entertain Prime Minister Ding well. Today the king is very happy. It is better for everyone to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it alone. Everyone can drink as much as they want."
Yang Lin went to the wine glass, filled it up, and drank it in one gulp.
There was thunderous cheers all around.
…
Mobei.
Guo Jing carried his mother on his back and held a spear in his hand. He had been killed until his hands and feet were weak, and he finally escaped from the pursuers.
In the end, they separated from Hua Zheng and the others.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he carried his mother on his back and headed south, never looking back.
When Temujin was killed, he stood far away on the hillside and did not have enough status to get close enough to watch.
Just looking at Yang Lin from a distance, one person and one sword easily chopped off the heads of the leaders and leaders who were usually arrogant and had their noses on their heads.
Finally, in front of thousands of elite tribal warriors, he slashed their pride with a sword.
Then, he slowly led the horse and left as if he were outing to enjoy flowers.
No one dared to stop them along the way, there was just a cry.
They hate, feel ashamed, but are helpless.
He no longer even had the courage to wield the sword.
In fact, they were afraid of being killed.
Along the way, Yang Lin was merciless with his sword, killing until the corpses were piled up like a hill and the blood flowed like a river.
In just half an hour, nearly 8,000 elite warriors were killed, including the most powerful generals and the most powerful Tantric monks...
No one can escape from his hands.
Wherever the sword light started, there was a wave of blood.
How can we fight like this?
When Temujin was killed with a single sword, everyone could only watch helplessly. At most, they could only let out the cry of a defeated dog and did nothing else.
So, Guo Jing knew that it was time for him to leave.
This is not my hometown.
A Han man committed such a murderous crime here.
As a Han Chinese, how could I survive on the grassland?
Moreover, in his opinion, chaos will soon arise on the grassland.
Each tribe kills me and I kills you. Without Temujin's strong suppression, they will not obey anyone, and it will be a situation where a pack of wolves is devouring them.
Over the years, he has developed excellent martial arts skills, as well as his increasingly profound Quanzhen internal strength.
Guo Jing was considered a very powerful master in front of these grassland warriors.
He didn't like fighting, he just fled all the way with his mother on his back, but he actually escaped from the grassland and escaped the pursuit.
After taking a long breath, Guo Jing's face was covered with blood and he suddenly smiled: "Mom, let's go home."
"Yeah, back home."
Li Ping also cried and laughed at the same time.
Although mother and son are guests, in fact, they cannot leave the grassland.
If Temujin had not died, Li Ping would have had no other way to escape except death.
When I saw my homeland, I burst into tears of joy.
…
"Brother, are you going to the south to join the army too? Together, together."
Several men were carrying guns on their shoulders, leading horses, saluting on their backs, and bringing their families with them. They were dusty, but they were somewhat similar to Guo Jing at this time.
"South, where?"
Guo Jing was confused.
"The King of Yan issued an order to recruit talents, willing to recruit talents from all over the world for the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains.
Maybe we can reach Huanglong Mansion and Mobei along the way, and conquer a big dynasty.
If we don't go there now, it will be too late and we won't even be able to take a sip of the soup. "
"real?"
Guo Jing was happy.
Although he grew up in Mongolia, he had been listening to Li Ping's stories about his father to help him sleep since he was a child. Of course he knew that the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains had been a dream of the Song people for many years.
"But who is King Yan?"
Ask this question.
Everyone immediately looked at him like a fool.
Guo Jing felt uncomfortable all over.
A middle-aged man with a gentle face smiled and said: "Brother, I think I just came out of the mountain. I didn't know that King Yan rode on his horse in Zhongdu and beheaded the Emperor of Jin.
Then he went to the desert and killed the Mongolian Khan... After returning, he was crowned king on his wedding day. He immediately mobilized his troops to expel the barbarians and restore the Central Plains.
All the knowledgeable people in the world will go and seek refuge.
I don’t know, brother, but the information is too ill-informed.
Walking around, meeting each other is worse than meeting by chance... Seeing that my brother is calm and brave, why not talk and walk together to find a future together.
It is better than living in the mountains with the grass and trees decaying and living unhappy. "
Guo Jing didn't hear anything else very clearly, he just heard one sentence clearly, King Yan's wedding.
At this time, he still didn't know who King Yan was?
Who is he getting married to?
Looking back in the direction of Zhangjiakou behind him, Guo Jing felt a faint pain in his heart.
Before I could answer.
Li Ping was already tempted: "It's him, Daxia Lu.
Jing'er, didn't you always tell your masters that you would do something great in the future and inherit your father's legacy? For the sake of our country and our family, we will not hesitate to die. "
"It turns out that it was after Zhongliang... I wonder who Master Ling is?"
The gentle middle-aged man asked.
"It's the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. Have you heard of this gentleman? His first master is Ke Zhen'e, and his second master is Zhu Cong..."
"I've heard it, I've heard it too much."
The middle-aged Na Siwen suddenly had a face full of enthusiasm, and his voice became a high octave.
He grabbed Guo Jing's arm and said, "Then you have to go even more. Now, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan are serving as generals under King Yan. They are the direct descendants of the main force. How can you still hang around outside?"
"I guess my brother also knows the Quanzhen Seventh Son, they are also there...
Now Concubine Rong personally leads the army, with Meng Gong as the vanguard general. The offensive is like a raging fire, and the cities along the road are watching the wind.
It is the time when military power is greatly boosted. If you don’t go now, it will really be too late. "
"Concubine Rong?"
Well, Guo Jing's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Then let's go together."
He thought to himself that even if he took a look at it from a distance, he would be satisfied.
