The autumn rain fell hard, knocking down the yellow leaves and dry grass in the mountains, and rolled them into the streams and rivers, forming the last torrent before the arrival of winter.

Looking down from the mountainside, the Xiaocang River looks calm in the autumn rain. There are few but somewhat monotonous houses, straight and neat streets, passers-by walking in the streets, and deserted military training.

Field. Mountain water poured into the river, and heavy rain caused ripples on the water surface of the reservoir. Fan Hongji looked at all this and remembered the thunderous sound of water release from the side of the dam at the entrance to the mountain, which was lively but monotonous.

This mission is unlikely to have any good results.

When he entered the mountain, he already knew that the Jurchen craftsmen who were originally arranged near Xiaocang River had been cleared away by the people of Xiaocang River. These Jurchen craftsmen may not have expected this beforehand.

, but being able to clean up all the details one by one is enough to prove the many preparations Xiaocanghe has made for this matter.

Fan Hongji finished washing up and tidying up his clothes in the room arranged by the Xiaocanghe soldiers. Then he held an umbrella under the guidance of the soldiers and walked along the mountain road. The sky was dark, and there was wind from time to time in the heavy rain. When he was approaching the middle of the mountain, there was a bright light.

A small courtyard with warm yellow lights

You can already see it. A scholar named Ning Yi was talking to his wife and children under the eaves. When he saw Fan Hongji, he stood up. The wife smiled and said something, took the child and turned back to the room. Ning Yi looked at him,

He spread his hands and said, "Envoy Fan, please come in."

This meeting was different from the previous ones.

Although Ning Yi was still smiling, Fan Hongji could still clearly feel the change in the atmosphere in the raining air. The smile on the other side was missing a lot and became deeper and more complex. After several previous interactions with each other,

During the negotiation, Fan Hongji could sense the intentions, goals, and vague urgency in the other party's seemingly calm and calm attitude. By this moment, they had completely disappeared.

Fan Hongji is not a novice in the negotiation field. It is precisely because of the vague things in the other party's attitude that he feels that there is still a breakthrough in this negotiation. He is also convinced that he can find this breakthrough, but until this moment, in his heart,

Only then did the mood of "Sure enough" suddenly sink.

He stood in the rain. He did not go in anymore, but just cupped his fists and saluted: "If possible, I also hope that Mr. Ning can return the Jurchen brothers who were originally arranged outside the valley. In this way, things may turn around."

Ning Yi stood under the eaves and looked at him, with his hands behind his back, and then shook his head: "Messenger Fan is overthinking. This time, we didn't leave any heads specially."

His eyes turned to the distance. Ning Yi turned around and walked into the room. Fan Hongji was slightly stunned. After a moment, he could only follow. It was still the study room. Fan Hongji looked around a few times: "In the past, every time I

Come here, Mr. Ning is very busy, but he seems to be a little more leisurely now. However, I guess you will not be free for a long time."

"Please sit down. I've got half a day's free time. Life is supposed to be busy, so why worry about it so much." Ning Yi took a brush and wrote on the rice paper. "Since you are here, Ambassador Fan, I will take advantage of my free time to write the subtitles.

for you."

"Mr. Ning defeated Xixia, and it is said that he wrote a subtitle to the king of Xixia, saying, 'Brothers will survive all the calamities, and forget the grudges with a smile when we meet'. The king of Xixia was deeply ashamed, and it is said that he hung it in the study every day as an encouragement. Could it be that Mr. Ning

You also want to write something irritating and ask Fan to take it back? To make all the lords of Jin Kingdom’s court angry?”

"That's absolutely not the case. Messenger Fan is overthinking."

Ning Yi smiled. Fan Hongji sat on the chair and looked at Ning Yi who was writing: "In the whole world, it is difficult for anyone to be able to force Commander Lou Shi back with equal strength. In the battle of Yanzhou, you can win

very good."

"The Chinese army's formation coordination and the morale of the soldiers are pretty good." Ning Yi straightened his brush, "Commander Wanyan's ability to use troops is superb and admirable. Next, let's see who will die in this ancient plain.

Come on."

"Does the Chinese Army have to do this?" Fan Hongji frowned and stared at Ning Yi, "Fan has always thought that he treats Mr. Ning and everyone in Xiaocanghe pretty well. He has worked for Xiaocanghe several times.

, Master Gushen, Master Shi and others have also changed their minds, it’s not that we can’t share this world with everyone in Xiaocanghe. Mr. Ning should know that this is a dead end.”

"Well, that's probably the case." Ning Yi nodded.

"Why is that?" Fan Hongji looked at him, "Since Mr. Ning no longer intends to go around in circles with Fan and pretend to be confused, then no matter whether Mr. Ning wants to kill Fan or not, why not make it clear to Fan before that?

If Fan is to die, he might as well die in a clear way."

Ning Yi was silent for a moment: "Because, you don't plan to do business."

"Have we been talking about it all this time?"

"People from China will not vote for foreign countries. We cannot agree on this. How can we negotiate?"

Fan Hongji laughed and stood up suddenly: "The general trend of the world is like this. Mr. Ning can send someone out to take a look! North of the Yellow River, our country of Jin already has the majority. This time we go south, our country of Jin wants all this large land.

As far as Fan knows, Mr. Ning has also said that within three years, our Kingdom of Jin will occupy the north of the Yangtze River! Mr. Ning is not an unwise person, does he want to go against this trend? "

He paused: "However, Mr. Ning should also know that this world is not occupied by the other. It is naturally difficult for our country of Jin to swallow this world in one go. In troubled times, it is natural for heroes to rise together. We are in this world.

Now that we have gained the upper hand, what we want first is nothing more than a dignified status, like Tian Hu, who wants everyone in the family to submit to us.

If you are willing to give in verbally, we are not in the slightest embarrassment! Mr. Ning, Fan is bold, please think about it, if not all the people north of the Yangtze River, even north of the Yellow River, submit to me, Dajin, you are the one who is above Dajin.

, no matter how powerful Xiaocanghe is, if you don’t even accept being weak, is it really possible for me, Daijin, to let you stay?”

"A man is capable of bending and stretching. If you really want to achieve great things, sometimes you have to admit that the situation is stronger than others. Mr. Ning, at the beginning of the mission, Fan did not understand many things about Xiaocanghe, but this time, he was sincere

Want to facilitate this, this is the mountains and rivers of the north. Now Prince Zongfu has descended to Yingtian and is attacking Xuzhou. Zong Hanyuan

Shuai Po Bianliang, no one north of the Yellow River can hold it! You only need to nod and express your willingness to submit, and the rest is easy to discuss. Within a few years, our Jin Kingdom will not control you, but after a few years, it may not

We will not be friends. Give yourself a path, and give a path to everyone in this valley and to the heroes outside the valley."

Fan Hongji's tone was sincere, and he paused again: "Mr. Ning may not have understood that Marshal Lou Shi respects heroes the most. The Chinese army can force him back outside Yanzhou City. If there is a tie, he must be the only one who can defeat the Chinese army.

I value you and will never be jealous. After this battle, this world will be

I, Jin, abroad, you are the strongest, and north of the Yellow River, you are the most likely to rise. Mr. Ning, give me a step, give me a step to Lord Gu Shen, a step to Master Shi, and give a step to Marshal Zong Han. Go forward.

.There is really no way out. Fan’s heartfelt words are all here.”

He stretched out a hand and turned his head to look at Ning Yi. He was indeed extremely sincere. Ning Yi looked at him and put down his pen.

"...It is said that there was a man named Liu Chen, the son of Liu Chan during the Three Kingdoms period." Ning Yi spoke slowly under Fan Hongji's sincere eyes. "He didn't leave many things behind. In the sixth year of Jingyao, Deng Ai led his troops to defeat

In Chengdu, Liu Chan decided to surrender, but Liu Chen resisted. After Liu Chan surrendered, Liu Chen went to Zhaolie Temple and cried bitterly before committing suicide."

His tone was calm, without much cadence. After saying this with a smile, the room fell silent. After a moment, Fan Hongji narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Ning said this, does he really want to..."

"Isn't it possible?"

"I thought Mr. Ning was a smart man... You can do it for other reasons, at least, not for this..."

"Smart people..." Ning Yi smiled and murmured again, "What about smart people? When the Jurchens went south, everything north of the Yellow River was indeed occupied. However, if they regard death as returning home, has Messenger Fan really never seen one?

Two, any day. In this world, many things can be discussed, but there are always some bottom lines. On the first day that Ambassador Fan came, I already said that people from China will not turn against foreigners.

Bang. Your Jin Kingdom is indeed powerful. If you continue to fight all the way, it will be difficult for anyone to stop you. But the bottom line is the bottom line. Even if you occupy all the areas north of the Yangtze River and everyone surrenders, and the Xiaocang River does not surrender, it is still the bottom line.

Ambassador Fan, I also really want to be friends with you, but you see, I can't do it, so I have to give you Mr. Gushen a piece of calligraphy. I heard that he likes Sinology very much, but it's a pity that the ink is not dry yet."

Fan Hongji didn't read the words, just looked at him. After a moment, he tilted his head again. He looked at the rain outside the window, thought about it for a long time, and finally nodded with great difficulty.

"I understand..." he said dryly, "I asked about Mr. Ning's name outside. The Wu Dynasty called you the inner demon. I thought you were a witty person, but it turns out that

The style of the Chinese army on the battlefield is not at all. I had doubts, but now I know that it is Mr. Miao Chuan, Mr. Ning, who turns out to be such a person... It should be like this, otherwise, you would not kill him

I defeated the king of Wu Dynasty and obtained this land."

Ning Yi smiled: "Messenger Fan misunderstood again. On the battlefield, if you can fight head-on, conspiracy and trickery can be useful. If there is no possibility of fighting head-on, using conspiracy and trickery will only make people laugh. Wu

There are too many people using conspiracy and tricks in the imperial army. I am afraid that this disease has not been eradicated, but I will not dare to use it."

The room fell silent again. Fan Hongji glanced at the words on the table casually. When he saw something, his eyes suddenly froze. After a moment, he raised his head, closed his eyes, and exhaled: "Mr. Ning, Xiao

There will be no more living people in Canghe."

He said word by word: "You and your family here will not be able to survive. No matter if Marshal Lou or others come, everyone here will die, and this small place of yours will become a...

Mass grave, I...have nothing more to say."

When Fan Hongji strode out of the courtyard, the autumn rain in the entire valley continued to fall towards the sky. He walked back to the guest room where he stayed temporarily, spread out the words written by Ning Yi, read them again, and hit the table with his fist.

Go up, what sounded in my mind was Ning Yi's last words.

"No, Messenger Fan, we can bet that this place will not become a mass grave. It will be a grave of 100,000 people or a mass grave of millions."

Take the poems and let the people come.

On the paper, the ink is still wet.

…

The king and his ministers are willing to bend their knees, but a son alone is sad.

…

Gone are the affairs of Xichuan, the majestic King of the North!

…

Donate your life to repay your ancestors, scratch your head and weep to the sky.

…

If the people are still here, who is dead?

In the small valley, Fan Hongji only felt the atmosphere of war and life and death rising into the sky. At this time, he didn't know whether the man named Ning was a smart man or a fool. He only knew that this place had become a place where death was endless. He

There was no room for negotiation anymore, I just wanted to leave early.

*************

History often does not change due to the participation of ordinary people, but changes in history often occur because of the participation of ordinary people.

When Zhuo Yongqing climbed up the hillside road with muddy steps, his chest was still hurting, and his companions in the company were still climbing up. Squad leader Mao Yishan stood in the rain and wiped it away.
To be continued...