Lin'an City, Funing Palace.

Xue Ji, Minister of Personnel, Minister of War Hu Ju, Minister of Revenue Yue Ke, Minister of Revenue Wei Jing, Censor of the Censorate of the Censorate, and others were all present.

They savored the "Beauty Tears" leisurely, and everyone gradually accepted the name. It was indeed the thing that tasted better after it was frozen.

"Everyone, today the 'Yue Family Army' is about to launch a battle to destroy Jin. Judging from the current situation, there is not much suspense in this battle to destroy Jin."

"After the demise of the Great Jin Dynasty, I have been recuperating for half a year. I want to go to Bianliang City in person to see it-"

The official Zhao Kuo drank sour plum soup, which was also a kind of tea drink made by Guo Mo back then, and it was deeply loved by Zhao Kuo.

"Official family, do you want to move the capital to Bianliang?"

Hu Ju, the Minister of War, who was sitting aside, slowly put down the wine glass in his hand. When he got old, he could not drink the "heroes were drunk", but he also had a special liking for the "beauty tears" in the cup.

"Move the capital? No. The prince's mind is to unify the inner world. Now Dali no longer exists. The Jin Kingdom will soon be included in the territory of the Song Dynasty. Then there will be the Western Xia, the entire Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, and perhaps some Western Regions or outside the Frontier."

"The prince will not set the capital in Bianliang. He said that he wanted to set the capital in Zhongdu, but this will not be achieved in one or two years."

"What I mean is that it's time for me, the official family, to pass it to the prince--"

Zhao Kuo took another sip of sour plum soup, and a trace of sweetness surged into his heart. When he said this, it seemed like he felt relieved.

"Official family, how could you...have you thought like this?"

Although many of them in the Funing Palace are considered Guo Mo, most of them are still old ministers who have followed Zhao Kuo, the official family for many years.

"Official family, I believe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not care about these with you."

Xue Ji, the Minister of Personnel who was sitting on the top of the head, seemed to understand Zhao Kuo's meaning and said calmly.

"Haha, Xue Qing, who knows me, has always been sitting in this seat. When Xiaoqi became the King of Yan, he took down Dali and when he became the crown prince, he would destroy Dajin."

"This is clearly the style of a founding king. If it is in the entire Song Dynasty, it should be the lord of the revival of my Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, these achievements will be recorded by the historian on my head."

"Haha, such an honor, I can even go to Mount Tai for the Fengshan Mountains. I still know how much I have. If I continue to take Xiaoqi's credit, I will be uneasy in my history."

Zhao Kuo's earnest words could naturally understand a person in Funing Palace, but no one would agree with him.

"Official family, you can deeply understand the love for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. However, do you think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will like to stay in the palace?"

Everyone knew that they could not dissuade the officials, so Xue Ji asked from another aspect.

"Xue Qing, I have thought about this, but fortunately I am not in a hurry. I have recovered the territory of the Jin Kingdom this year, and I will lead all my ministers to worship my ancestors in the spring of next year."

"I will announce this matter again when the right time. Even at that time, Xiaoqi still wants to be free in the world for a few years, that's fine."

"My health is still strong now. It seems that it will be no big problem to last for ten or eight years. I can also handle government affairs for Xiaoqi in the name of "The Supreme Emperor".

"Xiao Qi's eldest son Guo Yi is six years old this year. I will hold on for him for a few years. If Xiao Qi doesn't want to stay honest, at worst, he can just let his son reign over the country."

Well, it seems that this old man has been considering this matter for a day or two, and even all his backup plans are ready. He would rather retreat to the Supreme Emperor than put his historical achievements on his son.

"Yue Qing, this time the 'Yue Family Army' is the main force to destroy the Jin Dynasty. Xiao Qi means that after this battle, you will give your boy a marquis. If you have not been named a marquis, you will not be resentful to your son, right? Haha--"

Zhao Kuo obviously didn't want to get into more trouble on the issues just now, so he changed the topic and instead started to joke with Yue Ke, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Among the six ministers, Yue Ke is the youngest, and his title is naturally the lowest.

Looking at the entire Song Dynasty, in recent years, only the commander of the three powerful troops under Guo Mo was just named a marquis. If Yue Ao had the merit of destroying the country, it would be reasonable to reward a marquis.

"Haha, look at what the official said. No matter how unbearable I am, I will not be jealous of my own boy, right? At most, I am in charge of the Ministry of Revenue and just intercept his salary on time every month."

There was another burst of laughter in Funing Palace.

"Hu Qing, Xiao Qi wrote to him that now all the troops under his command have arrangements to organize more than 10,000 troops to deploy defenses on the Huaihe River so as not to escape from the net to the south of the Yangtze River."

"This matter is led by your Ministry of War and arrange it quickly, so don't delay the matter. The prince's meaning is that if the troops are sufficient, it is okay to take down Caizhou and Yingzhou."

When the officials said this, Hu Ju, the Minister of War, lit up his eyes. This was the credit given to him, and it was also considered to have participated in the battle to destroy the Jin Dynasty.

In Funing Hall, each of them is full of human spirits. There is no way to tell that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is "giving merits".

I won’t say that the journey was too long in Hebei, Xixia or Dali before.

This battle to destroy the Jin Dynasty was originally bordered by the Song Dynasty and was not too far from Lin'an. The Song people's feelings for the Jin Dynasty were complicated, so Guo Mo would naturally give the big bosses in the court a chance to get a share of the pie.

"I understand, I will dispatch troops and generals now, but almost all the elites of the Song Dynasty are under the command of the prince. I am afraid that the troops I can mobilize are only enough to capture one Yingzhou."

Repaying favors, neither Caizhou nor Yingzhou has any defensive power. At least Lin'an still has tens of thousands of imperial guards, and they were also trained by the "Dunwu Army".

However, Hu Ju knew how to judge. This was the credit given by the "Yue Family Army". How could he accept it with kindness and peace of mind?

......

"Your Highness, it seems that the Jin people have really shrunk to Bianliang City."

Fifty thousand "Yue Family Army" marched towards Bianliang in a mighty manner. Except for encountering three thousand defenders at the border, almost no sign of the Jin army was seen along the way.

"This Cui Li is a bit interesting. Last night, he took the opportunity to attack the east gate of Bianliang City? From the time when the Jin army in the city did not desperately take back the east gate, they did not realize that Cui Li was in contact with us."

In Guo Mo's hands was the latest battle report sent by the scout.

Cui Lijun took the east gate of Bianliang City by mistake, but did not continue to fight inward. Instead, he relied on the east gate to defend.

Half of the two thousand garrisons in the East Gate escaped, but unfortunately, Wanyan Baisa and other generals became prisoners of Cui Li.

"Hey, isn't this General Wanyan Baisa? I heard that the general is worth 100 kilograms of food now. It just so happened that Cui's brothers were hungry, so they had to feel wronged General Wanyan."

Wanyan Baisa and others were suppressed. Whether to exchange for food or not is another matter. If there is an emergency, Cui Li would use him as a shield.

"Heizi, do you think we should send someone to contact Prince Song now?"

Heizi's successive outstanding performance attracted Cui Li's attention. He had to ask this honest southerner if he made any decision.

"General, in the opinion of the last general, we have to wait. Unless it is a critical moment, we will take the initiative to contact the Song Dynasty and fall into a inferior position."

"Send scouts and wait until the troops of the Song Dynasty come, and lead them directly to the east gate. This is called the merit of sacrifice. If we send people to contact us now, it would mean 'seeking help'."

What Heizi said happened to be what Cui Li thought in his heart. It was because of hesitation that he sought Heizi's opinions.

"Okay, I'll bet, but I'll send someone to spread the news in Bianliang City, saying that the Song Dynasty will come to attack Bianliang City tomorrow, so as to disperse our pressure."

This Cui Li was really not given for nothing. A mere rumor made tens of thousands of Jin soldiers throw themselves into trouble. They were afraid that before they could take Cui Li, the army of the Song Dynasty would really arrive.

Therefore, a balance was formed strangely between the Jin army and Cui Lijun, and no one thought of breaking it.

During the Shen period, the five thousand vanguards of the "Yue Family Army" rushed outside the city of Bianliang and set aside a certain amount of guard forces. The others began to set up camp five miles away from Bianliang.

Arriving two days early, the defenders at the west gate of Bianliang City were surprised.

The chief general of Ximen was the general Wanyan Shilu. Although this man had a surname of Wanyan, he had no relatives with the Jin Emperor Wanyan Shouxu, but his ancestors were given the surname Wanyan.

He was originally a Han Chinese in terms of blood. Whether it was appearance or what he learned in his heart, he was completely a Han Chinese style and was also considered a rare person who practiced both civil and military affairs.

The Ximen, which Wanyan Shilu led 10,000 Jin soldiers to guard, is also recognized as the city gate that the Song army is most likely to attack.

Therefore, the equipment for defending the city was prepared long ago, and even secretly built the urn city. The residents near the Xicheng Gate had long been evacuated, and their original houses were also demolished and used as materials for defending the city.

"Don't panic, this is just the vanguard of the Song army. We should not attack the city tonight, and we should be replenishing our strength. Finally, check the arrangements in various places and do not make any mistakes-"

Wanyan Shilu was still very calm and went to the city wall to inspect it for a while before getting off the city wall and hitting the horse to the palace to report.

In Longde Palace, the Jin Dynasty Emperor Wanyan Shouxu was talking to two old ministers. One was Wanyan Sai, the Jin Dynasty Privy Council envoy Wanyan Sai. The old man had not closed his eyes for almost two days and one night.

The other one was Shi Anshi, an old minister who had been bedridden for many days. After all, he was a civil servant. His body was not far worse than Wanyan Sai. While talking to Wanyan Shouxu, he kept coughing.

The high and low cough sound made Wanyan Shouxu feel very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Teacher, why don't you go back to your house to rest. If you hold on like this, I will feel uncomfortable."

Wanyan Shouxu's eyes were red, partly moved, but most importantly, His Majesty the Emperor was also drunk last night.

More than 20 jars of "hero drunk" were stocked up in the palace. Wanyan Shouxu felt that he must finish the wine, and he did not want to leave it to Song Jun.

"Haha, Your Majesty, on weekdays, Shi knew that Your Majesty didn't like us, but now that the troops are at the city, the old minister wants to come to the palace to accompany Your Majesty, cough-"

There was another violent cough, even with a harsh whistle.

"Your Majesty, give the old minister some of your treasured 'hero drunk'. The old minister hasn't been in a long time to hold his eyes. It's also great to have a bowl of 'hero drunk'."

Wanyan Saibu, who has always followed the rules, actually made such a request to the Emperor of Great Jin.

"Haha, the third uncle is very interested, but your body is very important. We can only try it briefly. After we defeat the Song army, I will accompany you to get drunk before we can stop."

Wanyan Shouxu hurriedly ordered the imperial kitchen to prepare a banquet. At this time, Wanyan Shilu walked in from outside.

"General Wanyan is here, hurry up, let's take your seat together-"

In front of the important officials, the emperor Wanyan Shouxu was quite competent and never put on his own airs, let alone in this critical moment.

"Your Majesty, the vanguard of the Song Dynasty has arrived outside the West Gate and is setting up camp. It seems that there will be no attack tonight."

Wanyan Shilu also sat down casually and gently patted Shi Anshi on the back.

Wanyan Shilu, who has been learning Confucian culture since childhood, has always respected him very much. In this regard, he is much better than Wanyan Baisa, who was captured by Cui Li.

"General Wanyan, you must not be careless when facing the Song army. Although the current 'Yue Family Army' may be worse than the Yue Pengju team back then, we can't come up with the 'Iron Futu'."

The Privy Council ordered Wanyan Sai not to remind him.

"Thank you, the old general, for the advice. The general understands that Ximen Guru, who is guarding the general, should the Song army enter the city unless they step on the body of the general-in-"

"Oh, I'm thinking that in the past few years I have ascended the throne, I have not been able to give any favors to the people of the Jin Kingdom. Instead, I have repeatedly lost the territory left by my ancestors."
To be continued...