Brother Hu smiled redly, but his silent smile could attract everyone's attention, so desolate, "Yes, she wanted to leave, so she returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. But I, I also missed her, so many days and nights I missed her
I'm going crazy thinking about it. I don't want to go on like this. Even if I die in the Southern Song Dynasty, I still want to see her. It's better to see her before I die than to go crazy." He pushed Zhenjin away and flew up from his feet.
, the figure landed steadily on the horse not far away. "I tell you Zhenjin, I will never be like you in my life, I want to but dare not do it."
Zhenjin didn't speak, and stood there quietly watching Hu Gechi leave. The April wind was not too cold, but he felt a biting cold. Hu Gechi's words hit him like a huge hammer.
His heart, which he thought would never hurt again, actually hurt so much that he couldn't breathe. He didn't dare, he was cowardly, he...
Seeing his prince like this, Hassen felt a wave of discomfort in his heart. He had never seen the prince so lost in all the years he had followed him. But today, his prince always stood quietly, and that kind of loneliness made him feel sad.
It hurts. "Your Majesty, we have been out for a long time. The day for Khan to move the capital is approaching. It is time for us to go to Yanjing."
"You guys go back first and let me stand here alone for a while." He turned around and walked to the river. This river separated the two countries, as well as Mongolia and Han. The long gap is not so easy.
You can get through it.
As night fell, Jizhou City lay prone there quietly like a huge beast. The black shadow of the city was so silent that people felt suffocated. The sky was quiet, without moon or stars.
A group of people quickly left the city, and the city gate behind them was closed heavily. This group of people were dressed in Han attire, dressed like an ordinary merchant group. However, if you look closely, you can see that the eyes of this group of people are the unique color of the Mongols.
It is not as dark as ink as the Han people have it.
The men and horses were very fast and their target was heading straight to the south.
A quarter of an hour later, Hu Gechi finally boarded a merchant ship. The owner of the merchant ship stood aside respectfully, waiting for instructions. The man was about forty years old, and he was a little reserved under the light of the torch. His black eyes flashed from time to time.
Revealing the treachery unique to businessmen, he remains extremely submissive on the surface.
"I think Wu Enqi has already told you!" Hu Gechi's voice was steady, his words were clear, and he spoke exactly Chinese.
The businessman nodded in agreement, "Master Wuenqi has already given the order, and the younger one will take care of it."
"In that case, you should order your subordinates. I don't want any problems to occur after arriving in the Southern Song Dynasty." Hu Gechi glanced at the middle-aged man, "I don't want a third person to know my identity."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have been doing business in Yanjing for many years, and I still understand these rules. However, I hope that after this matter is completed, Your Majesty can give your youngest son a chance to serve you." The businessman took a secret look.
Hu Gechi, his sharp eyes swept around the expressionless face and then hurriedly looked back.
"I will fulfill my promise to you, you can rest assured." Hu Gechi said calmly, looking towards the dark front.
The businessman withdrew cautiously, but he was very happy. This time the business was guaranteed to be profitable. Nowadays, Han people who want to be officials must rely on the Mongols. If just helping the King of Yunnan sneak into the Southern Song Dynasty, he can find a good future for his son.