"Did you hear that? The Mongolian imperial master was struck to death by a thunder from the heavenly beings of the Song Dynasty."
In the wine shop, a thin-looking middle-aged man looked mysterious.
"Hey, of course I heard about it. This matter has spread like wildfire. How can the entire Song Dynasty not know about it now?"
The tone of the guests in the wine shop was full of excitement.
For many years, the Song Dynasty faced the Jin Kingdom and the Mongols, and was known for being weak in all aspects.
Taking the initiative to pay tribute to the barbarians, such a shameful thing happened in the Song Dynasty, which made everyone feel ashamed.
And the repeated failures on the battlefield make people think of scolding.
They would not care about the specific reasons for the defeat on the battlefield. They only knew that the country was defeated again, the taxes of the Song Dynasty were increased again, and their lives were getting harder and harder, so they would only scold their mothers behind their backs.
Today, the head of the Mongolian Imperial Guard was brought back, which is something that makes everyone feel proud.
"Not only the head of the Mongolian national master, I heard that there is also the head of a prince, who is a descendant of the Golden Family, with the blood of Genghis Khan flowing in his body."
"With such a great achievement, I think the city chief who came to Xiangyang City was promoted to a high official. This is the first time such a huge victory since the founding of the country."
The waiter joined the discussion with excitement.
"Pooh!"
But it caused a middle-aged man wearing a scholar's robe next to him to sigh with disdain. He said with disdain: "Using weapons on the border to kill a Mongolian national advisor and prince is an unauthorized provocation.
If the two countries are at war, we must put the Song Dynasty at a disadvantage."
"I really don't understand why His Majesty the Emperor doesn't chop off the head of the lord of Xiangyang City? Send it to Mongolia to calm Mongolia's overwhelming anger."
The middle-aged scholar had an angry look on his face, as if the lord of Xiangyang City had dug up his family's ancestral graves.
His views were completely different from everyone else's, and even contradictory to his views, which made everyone present a little angry.
But this group of people didn't know much information. They wanted to refute, but they didn't know where to start. They were stunned for a while and looked a little ugly.
At this time, a middle-aged wealthy businessman slammed the table angrily, stood up directly, and said: "Mongolia goes south every year, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil. Every time they go south, the people at the border are crying and wailing, and corpses are everywhere. I take the initiative to ask for money for them."
Justice, seeking justice for the Song Dynasty, is still wrong."
"If this is wrong, where is the justice?"
"good!"
"Well said bro!"
"As long as the Tatars die, my heart will not be at ease."
A group of people rejoiced, but the middle-aged scholar sneered and said sarcastically: "What's the use of you arguing here? All the ministers of this dynasty have already written to impeach the city lord who used weapons recklessly, and wrote to request that the Xiangyang man be killed.
City Lord, calm down the anger of Mongolia."
"What? How can this be done?"
"The soldiers at the border are fighting bloody battles, and the imperial court will take the initiative to kill the meritorious soldiers. What does this mean?"
"Isn't that heavenly being at the border? He will protect the border soldiers."
Facing the arguments of these low-life people, the middle-aged scholar smiled disdainfully.
A group of unscrupulous people were just discussing government affairs here. He didn't even bother to argue with these illiterate people.
If it wasn't about the gods and the praise of the Lord of Xiangyang City, he wouldn't even bother to argue with them.
The waiter looked surprised and said in amazement: "Is this really happening?"
The middle-aged scholar stood up and waved his sleeves with a sneer: "Isn't Yue Fei's lesson enough? Someone has to stand up."
He left directly and stopped communicating with this group of low-level people, thinking that communicating with them would insult others' status.
The rich businessman, the waiter, and the middle-aged man who spoke before were all worried, but due to their status, they could not see the Gonggun princes in the dynasty, and they could not come into contact with the situation that caused the world's turmoil.
Fairness and justice can only exist in their hearts, but there is no way to truly put it into practice.
The thin middle-aged man who first talked about this matter sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't want to believe it intellectually, but it may be true."
The waiter and the wealthy businessman looked surprised, and at the same time felt a sense of sadness in their hearts for no reason.
There were not many such things that happened in the Song Dynasty. They had experienced a lot. Rationally, they believed that such a thing was very likely to happen because it was not the first case.
But psychologically they find it difficult to agree with this idea, hoping that the Song Dynasty will undergo some unique changes after the heavenly being comes to the world.
Now it seems that even the gods have not changed the situation of the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty is still the same Song Dynasty.
At this moment, the waiter came to the door quickly and said: "Shopkeeper, you are back."
The shopkeeper with a rich face and a big belly laughed loudly and said excitedly: "His Majesty the Emperor has given an order, and one hundred thousand elite soldiers rushed to the border, vowing to fight to the death with the Mongolian Tatars. The person leading the army is none other than the Lord of Xiangyang City.
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"What a great joy!"
"Sure enough, Your Majesty will not let me down."
"There is still justice and justice in the world!"
A group of people were cheering. The middle-aged scholar who had not completely walked out of the store paused for a moment, looked in the direction of the palace, and said sadly and angrily: "How can this be? This is consuming the national destiny of the Song Dynasty. How can your majesty be so unwise? Why?
Can a warrior alone command an army of 100,000 people?"
A group of people were too lazy to care about this middle-aged scholar, but the rich shopkeeper said excitedly: "I'm happy today, all the bills are waived."
There was another burst of cheers in the restaurant.
And in the center of Lin'an City, in the majestic palace.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Yun, had a rosy complexion, and his originally rich body had become leaner, but compared with before, he did not appear weak, but instead became leaner and stronger.
This was the effect of drinking a cup of wine soaked in Jiaolong Neidan every day, which made the emperor feel satisfied.
He tossed a memorial to his feet and ordered the eunuch beside him: "Burn all of these. It makes you upset."
In front of him, there were impeachment memorials piled up to the height of half a person. They were memorials for the Manchu dynasty's civil servants to impeach Guo Jing, the lord of Xiangyang City.
"yes!"
The two young eunuchs skillfully moved away the memorial that was half a man tall. Judging from their actions, it was obvious that this was not their first time.
Since the death of the Mongolian national master and the Mongolian prince, there have been many memorials like this, which are very common.
After clearing the memorials on the table, Zhao Yun took out another secret report from Xiangyang from the eunuch and looked at it carefully.
After a long while, he took a deep breath, put the secret report that had been rushed from 800 miles away on the table, and sighed: "The way the gods march and fight is very different from the way I waited here."
The old eunuch looked at his nose and heart, standing aside like a sculpture without any expression.