Duan Yu, who was immersed in the news he heard about Xixia, didn't notice the change in his father's face. He said with great interest: "Father, have we also received the news? The leader of the Xixia Kingdom Li Qianshun actually wants to dedicate his family's beloved Princess Qinglu to Chu Yi, the king of the Song Dynasty..."
While speaking, Duan Yu said rather disdainfully: "Then Li Qianshun can be regarded as a great hero. I never thought that he would do such a shameful thing."
As if feeling the same, Duan Yu suffered several losses at the hands of Chu Yi and finally grew up. In addition, both Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun regarded Duan Yu as the future emperor's successor of Dali, so for Duan Yu The cultivation of reputation is not lacking at all.
It is precisely because of this that Duan Yu has grown a lot.
Duan Zhengchun coughed lightly, looked at Duan Yu's excited expression and said slowly: "Yu'er, what do you think if the Song Dynasty uses troops against me, Dali, one day, what should I do in Dali?"
Duan Yu suddenly heard such a question and was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face. It took him a while to realize what he said: "Why did my father say this? I, Dali, and Song Dynasty have always been on good terms. ?”
Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said: "Everything between countries is based on interests. The Song Dynasty has good relations with me, Dali, because the Song Dynasty's energy is restrained by Xixia and Liao Dynasty, and it is unable to attack us, Dali. Don’t forget the saying in the Central Plains: How can we allow others to snore on the side of the couch? Dali is adjacent to the Song Dynasty. If the Song Dynasty is surrounded by enemies everywhere, that’s fine. But once the Song Dynasty reaches its peak, do you think the relationship between our two countries will still be good? Can we maintain such harmony?"
No matter how naive Duan Yu was, he knew that if the situation his father said really happened, a war would inevitably break out between the two countries.
Not knowing what he thought of, Duan Yu shuddered subconsciously and said: "Father, if the Song Dynasty really wants to use troops against me, Dali, I am afraid that my country will only be destroyed..."
Looking at Duan Yu who looked shocked and depressed, Duan Zhengchun sighed in his heart, waved his hands and said: "Maybe my father is worrying unfoundedly, Yu'er, don't think too much, I've been spending so much time with you these days. Let’s become sworn brothers.”
After sending Duan Yu away, Duan Zhengchun returned to the study. He stayed in the study for most of the day. When he walked out of the study again, Duan Zhengchun was completely depressed, as if he hadn't rested for several days. .
Early the next morning, Duan Zhengchun appeared in the palace. In the imperial study room, Duan Zhengchun said to Duan Zhengming: "Brother Emperor, I have made a decision, which is related to the rise and fall of our country in Dali. I really shouldn't be emotional. Now the palace Among them, Yuyan, A'Zhu, A'Zi, Wan Qing, and Ling'er are all of marriageable age. The emperor can choose one of them to be my Princess of Dali and present it to the King of Song Dynasty."
After gritting his teeth and finishing his words, Duan Zhengchun seemed to have exhausted all his strength and sat on the chair, looking listless.
Duan Zhengming saw Duan Zhengchun's reaction in his eyes and sighed slightly, but did not try to persuade Duan Zhengchun. He just stroked his beard and muttered: "Wanqing, although the girls Zhong Ling are lively and cute, they are young. In terms of etiquette and upbringing, in comparison, Yu Yan, who was born in the Wang family in the south of the Yangtze River, can be considered a lady, so I chose Yu Yan this time."
Duan Zhengchun seemed to have expected this. He knew best that his daughter had a lot of bad habits. Wang Yuyan was the only one who had a good upbringing and a good education since she was a child. Her temperament showed that she was born into a scholar.
Family.
Taking a deep breath, Duan Zhengchun nodded towards Duan Zhengming and said, "I will go back and inform Yu Yan so that she can prepare early."
In a quiet courtyard among the palace villas, because of the destruction of the Murong family and the death of Murong Fushen, the Wang family lost their shelter in the south of the Yangtze River. Although they could barely survive with the help of the Wang family's connections, Mrs. Wang and Wang Yuyan were orphaned and widowed.
His mother was taken back to Dali by Duan Zhengchun for resettlement.
On this day, Duan Zhengchun walked into this courtyard.
In the back garden of the villa, a figure appeared in Duan Zhengchun's sight. The girl was dressed in a palace skirt and robes, with picturesque features and as quiet as an orchid in an empty valley. Who else could she be if she wasn't Wang Yuyan?
At this moment, the girl was carefully taking care of a camellia. It was obvious that she was very attentive, and even Duan Zhengchun walked closer and did not notice it.
"Yu Yan!"
The girl trembled and raised her head. When she saw Duan Zhengchun, a flash of light flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Then she gave a slight salute to Duan Zhengchun and said, "Yu Yan has met my father."
Looking at Wang Yuyan's lively appearance, Duan Zhengchun sighed in his heart. Although they were connected by blood, the relationship between father and daughter was ultimately lost. It was already quite difficult for Wang Yuyan to call him "father".
You must know that Rumu Wanqing and Azi were indifferent to them. But looking at Wang Yuyan, Duan Zhengchun felt a little guilty in his heart.
With a slight sigh, Duan Zhengchun looked at Wang Yuyan but didn't know how to speak for a moment.
On the contrary, it was Wang Yuyan. If Wang Yuyan in the past was more like a Huaichun girl immersed in her own sweet dreams, then as the Murong family was wiped out by the imperial army, including Murong Fu, the entire Murong clan was wiped out. Wang Yuyan's sweet dreams
Then I woke up, and my whole person suddenly grew a lot.
Seeing Duan Zhengchun's hesitant expression, Wang Yuyan said, "Father, does he have something to say to Yuyan?"
Duan Zhengchun opened his mouth, took a deep breath and said: "Yu Yan, my father, please promise me something. If... if you don't agree to it, Yu Yan, just pretend that my father didn't say it..."
Looking at Wang Yuyan's clear eyes, for some reason, Duan Zhengchun's heart softened in the end, but he said such words.
Wang Yuyan said slowly: "Father, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Duan Zhengchun told Wang Yuyan the purpose of his visit in detail, then looked at Wang Yuyan with a worried look on his face and said: "Yuyan, you...if you don't agree, just pretend that your father didn't say anything!"
But she didn't know that when Wang Yuyan heard Chu Yi's name, a strange color flashed in her eyes. At this moment, Wang Yuyan raised her head and looked at Duan Zhengchun and said: "Father, Yuyan agreed."
Duan Zhengchun was stunned and exclaimed: "What, you...you agreed?"
Obviously, Wang Yuyan's ability to agree was completely beyond Duan Zhengchun's expectation. Duan Zhengchun knew that his daughter had a deep love for the deceased Murong Fu, and now she agreed so easily.
Wang Yuyan nodded and said: "As a daughter, Yuyan should relieve her parents' worries. In this case, why should Yuyan cherish this life!"
Duan Zhengchun sighed softly.
A few days later, after Xixia sent a mission to the Song Dynasty, Dali also sent a mission to the Song Dynasty. However, compared to Xixia's high profile, Dali did not publicize it too much. Even the entire mission knew Wang Yuyan's identity and status.
There were only two or three people for the purpose of this trip.
Bianliang City of the Great Song Dynasty
The autumn breeze is blowing coolly, and it is early autumn, but the weather seems to be quite sultry. The city gate that used to be bustling with traffic is now guarded by groups of forbidden troops.
The official road is paved with loess, and pure water is sprinkled on both sides. It can be said that the road is paved with loess and pure water is sprinkled on the street.
The common people in the capital just looked at this scene, and even without any knowledge they could tell that they were about to welcome some big shot to the capital.
You must know that there are really few people in the entire Song Dynasty who can afford such a grand ceremony. What's more important is that under the gaze of many people around, officials came from all directions and gathered at the city gate.
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Although I dare not say that all the officials are here, at least there are hundreds of officials below the fourth rank. This kind of movement makes the people watching all around excited, secretly guessing that this is
Who is he? I'm afraid only when the emperor returns can he be worthy of being welcomed by all the officials.
Just when countless people were guessing who they were going to welcome, a group of people drove out of the imperial city from a distance. Under the protection of the imperial guards, dozens of civil and military ministers accompanied them, slowly walking along the long straight street.
Come slowly.
"Oh my God, the Emperor Luanjia, this is the official leaving the palace!"
"The official's personal welcome, this is actually the official's personal welcome!"
"I know, looking at the Song Dynasty, I'm afraid there is only one person who can be personally welcomed by the officials!"
While many people were excitedly watching the emperor Luan Jia and the civil and military officials slowly approaching, Zhao Gou, who was sitting on the carriage frame, had a solemn look on his face.
Ever since he received the news that Chu Yi was returning to Beijing a month ago, Zhao Gou had been preparing for this day.
In Zhao Gou's opinion, it would be great if Chu Yi could stay in Youzhou permanently, but he never thought that Chu Yi would come to Beijing from Youzhou.
According to the news from Chu Yi, the purpose of Chu Yi's return was to discuss important matters with the imperial court, but he did not make it clear exactly what kind of important matters he wanted to discuss.
In this case, Zhao Gou couldn't help but think wildly. What kind of things could make Chu Yi be called a big event.
Could it be that Chu Yi wanted to force him to take the Zen position? Zhao couldn't think of any other major events that would make Chu Yi return to Beijing in person.
But even so, Zhao Gou had no other way. Just like when Zhao Yu went to the North to read out the rewards for the soldiers of the three armies, he saw with his own eyes that Chu Yi easily killed powerful men such as King Nagarjuna.
After Zhao Yu returned, he just told Zhao Gou that Chu Yi was invincible with his martial arts. Even if several elders from the royal family joined forces, Chu Yi might not be able to kill him with just a few punches.
It can be said that since then, the last thought in Zhao Gou's heart has disappeared, and he has never thought about plotting against Chu Yi again. Anyway, just as Zhao Yu told him, if Chu Yi really wants to take them away
If the Zhao family is strong, then the Zhao family only needs to cooperate obediently, and maybe they can be like the Chai family to ensure that the Zhao family lineage remains immortal.
Thoughts were flying in his heart. Zhao Gou, who was in the car, looked at the people kneeling on the ground around him through the gauze, but his heart was filled with anxiety and fear, as if he was waiting for Chu Yi's trial.
In front of the city gate, a group of civil and military officials saw Zhao Gou Luanjia coming and hurriedly saluted Zhao Gou. Zhao Gou walked out from the Luanjia, and saw Zhao Yu accompanying Zhao Gou to the city gate, looking towards the end of the official road that extended into the distance.
go.
Zhao Gou did not speak, and the officials and people around him seemed to be affected by that atmosphere, and none of them dared to speak.
After almost a cup of tea, I saw a horse riding Juechen coming from the end of the official road. From a distance, I heard the messenger shouting: "His Royal Highness, Prince of Song, has come back to the capital. The rest of the people are waiting to retreat!"
Hearing the loud shout of the messenger, everyone who had been waiting for a long time was shocked and looked towards the end of the official road.
It can be said that among so many people present, except for a few people, the rest are all curious about Chu Yi's return.
The only people who are truly uneasy are the members of the Zhao royal family, plus a very small number of loyal people from Zhao and Song Dynasties.
Soon a group of people appeared in everyone's sight. A group of cavalry opened the way. The leader was Yang Zaixing, who was in the realm of heaven and man.
Hundreds of elite cavalry ran, and the momentum was not small at all. You could feel the earth shaking from a distance. Behind this group of cavalry was a carriage made of fine iron, which was full of horses.
Four horses of the same color are pulling, and behind the carriage is also a team of cavalry.
The total number of them was only a team of more than a thousand people, but what hit them was the evil aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
These elite soldiers are carefully selected from hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. Each one can be regarded as one of a hundred. In addition, the strong men of heaven personally command the troops. How powerful is the momentum of such a group of soldiers?
One can imagine.
The distance is only a few hundred meters, which is just a blink of an eye for the galloping cavalry.
With a shout, the galloping cavalry stopped immediately, and even the carriage stopped immediately. The person responsible for driving Chu Yi was none other than Fang La, the leader of Manichaeism who used to dominate the south of the Yangtze River.
Under the control of a powerful man like Fang La, there were only a few horses, so he could naturally control them with ease.
At this moment, Fang La looked at the battle at the city gate, and when he glanced at the leader, Zhao Gou, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, but when he looked at the carriage behind him, he said respectfully: "Your Highness
, the officials are currently greeting His Highness at the city gate."
Chu Yi responded, then lifted the curtain and walked out of the carriage.
When an attendant moved a soft stool and put it under the carriage, Chu Yi, who was as gentle as jade, slowly stepped out of the carriage. The attendant on the side quickly put a large cloak on Chu Yi, and he saw Chu Yi wearing a black narrow-sleeved python robe.
, the cuffs are embroidered with auspicious clouds of gold thread, a vermilion and white jade belt is hung around the waist, and a white jade exquisite waist pendant is hung on it. The temperament is elegant and the dignity is extraordinary.
Chu Yi strode forward, while Lu Junyi, Fang La, Lu Shinang and other powerful gods followed closely behind Chu Yi, striding towards Zhao Gou and other civil and military officials at the city gate.
When Chu Yi got off the carriage, Zhao Gou, who had been paying attention to the movements of Chu Yi's carriage, relaxed slightly.
If Chu Yi really wants to seize the Zhao family's power when he returns this time, then this is the time to reveal his purpose to the civil and military officials. As long as Chu Yi does not step down and does not give him the face of the emperor, then
Those civil and military officials with exquisite minds can definitely grasp Chu Yi's thoughts.
Then there will be people who will covet the merit of supporting him, and Chu Yi doesn't even need to say anything. I am afraid that many officials among the hundreds of officials will submit memorials to persuade him to meditate on Chu Yi.
