It was night, and the wind and snow gathered around the summer village, merging with the light of the bonfire.

After the resentful army withdrew from here, the surrounding area was once again under the complete control of Xia Village. The battle had only ceased that morning, but all kinds of things, at this time, showed no sign of coming to an end, the first revelry and excitement, the joy of the rest of the tiger's mouth had temporarily faded, and the camp and outside were surrounded by all kinds of things at this time.

“…… At the beginning of the war, I knew that everyone was very tired, and Lao Tzu was also tired, but when the meeting was just held, General Qin and Mr. Ning had already decided to pull out the camp tomorrow and reinforce the Beijing Division, and you should convey this matter well......"

In the small shack with the lights on, the middle-level generals of the Xia Village Army were having a meeting, and the news passed by the commander Pang Liuan was not easy, but even after a busy day, the officers with hundreds of people under their command were still in good spirits.

“…… After ten days of fighting, he defeated Guo Yaoshi, and everyone knows the situation. However, the Jingshi is in danger, and the news from this afternoon has been clear, and the small race Xianggong is desperate to take Zongwang this formation! He knew that Zongwang's siege battle had also been completed. If Zongwang's army has casualties, it will be difficult to continue to storm the capital, and the small kind of Xianggong has attracted Zongwang's attention, but now, the army in the capital cannot go out of the city to rescue! Within a radius of dozens of miles, there are only one of us who can fight! ”

"At today's meeting, Mr. Ning has already emphasized that the battle of Jingshi has basically been fought and ended from the time Guo Yaoshi retreats! This is the victory I waited for! ”

On the fire, Pang Liuan waved his hand: "But the end only means that the overall situation remains unchanged, and most of the Jingshi have been able to defend it." But did we really win this battle? Tens of thousands of Jurchen people were killed, and they drove all the way to the capital. Break the city several times! Outside the city of Bianliang, he defeated hundreds of thousands of troops of our dynasty in a row! Forcing them back, now we are just barely doing it, but even if we force them back, what can we do? He made a comeback on another day, can I stop him? ”

"Brothers. General Qin and Mr. Ning have all said today that no matter what the results of today's battle are, there will be another decisive battle between the two countries, and this is a life-and-death battle for you to destroy the country. What is the most important thing in this battle...... It's a man to fight! ”

Pang Liu paused and looked at the generals: "Such as us in Xia Village, such as General Long and others who came to the rescue." If you dare to fight against the Jurchens, the small race is a princess. Those we can rely on are not those smart people who cower after knowing the big picture, but these brothers who are advancing in the face of difficulties! Ladies and gentlemen, if the Jurchens want to go back safely, they only have the strength of this battle. Our army fought with Guo Yaoshi, and it has been quenched into a knife, and tomorrow we will pull out the camp to participate in the Jurchen army, either fighting or not. It's all a bloody move. When the Jurchens come again, you and others are the mainstay of this country. How fast is it to hunt the world instead of hunting the world...... These things you have to bring to your brothers. ”

Not long after the order from above was issued, it was still fermenting, but for many soldiers and generals in Xia Village, they were somewhat conscious. A big win. For the Xia Village soldiers at this time, there was an unbearable weight, just because such a victory was so rare, so difficult and tenacious, they experienced less.

There are celebrations and revelries at noon and at night. But after eating and drinking with an open stomach, not many people are simply immersed in joy. Before this, everyone here had experienced too many defeats and seen too many deaths of their comrades. When death becomes the norm, people are not surprised, but when the choice of immortality appears in front of everyone, questions about why they once died and why they were defeated begin to come up.

For the army in the world at this time, I am afraid that this is the only one that will have this feeling after the war, and in a sense, this is also because of Ning Yi's guidance for several months. Therefore, after the victory, there are those who are sad and there are those who weep, but of course, in these complex feelings, joy and the cult of personality from the heart still account for a lot.

The image of Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian, the strategy of Wen, the decisiveness of Wu, coupled with the black cavalry from Luliang Mountain, the large number of green forest people under the command of Zhu Ji, and all kinds of unique skills, these things all have clear symbolism, and in this army cobbled together by a miscellaneous army, it is very easy to leave a mark in the hearts of everyone.

After a big meal, Mao Yishan went to see a few brothers he knew in the wounded barracks, and when he came out, he saw Qu Qing greeting him. For several days, this veteran brother who has experienced many years of war has always given him a calm and somewhat depressed feeling, but at this time, it has become a little different, in the wind and snow, his face has a happy and relaxed smile.

No soldier would take the wind and snow in front of him seriously.

After chatting a few words, Qu Qing gave him a stone: "Don't wander around, go back and sharpen your knife." ”

"Huh?" Mao Yishan was stunned, and then he also understood, "Tomorrow, do you still have to fight?" ”

"It may not be tomorrow, and there may not be another battle, but with the Jurchens, there will be a confrontation. It's best not to fight, and if you fight, you're not afraid. Let's just get ready. ”

In the afternoon of this day, when the dragon was commemorated, even if everyone was tired, they were also enthusiastic. Soon after, there was news that the Seed Master and Zong Wang were facing each other. After visiting the brothers who were injured but still rejoicing in victory, Mao Yishan, like some other soldiers, was already mentally prepared to go against the Jurchens, and even had a faint bloodthirsty desire. But of course, it is one thing to desire, and it is another thing to really do it, and Mao Yishan also knows that in the ten days of fighting, even the soldiers who have not entered the wounded barracks are tired.

However, if you speak from above, it must be certain, and there is nothing to think about.

The two of them were on the mountainside at this time, chatting a few words while looking in the direction of the mountain. On the side of the camp gate of Xia Village, it actually seems a little lively, because since not long ago, several groups of people have come over, all of whom are from other troops near Bianliang, which makes people a little upset. Mao Yishan thought of one thing in his heart and asked, "Brother Qu, did you ...... before?" In fact, in which unit did you become an officer? ”

Qu Qing's martial arts are not low, he has rich combat experience, and he can clearly see the development and changes of many situations on the battlefield, and Mao Yishan has already seen it. At this time, I saw that he was in a good mood today, so I asked. Qu Qing looked down the mountain. I didn't get angry about this question, and after a while, I smiled: "Be an official...... It's better to be a creep. ”

"That'...... Brother Qu, if this battle is over, will you and I have to go back to our respective troops? ”

This sentence was asked by Mao Yishan after hesitating for a moment, after asking. Qu Qing was also silent, but not long after, looking at the bustle at the camp gate, he frowned, snorted coldly, and didn't speak again.

It was less than a day after the battle of Xia Village, and it was only in the evening, and the envoys sent from the various armies scattered around Bianliang from this time came one after another. or the high-ranking people in the rest of the army, those who are famous, and those who have martial arts, and there are also generals who once held official positions in the Wurui camp and were collected by Chen Yanshu and other senior officials after the defeat. These people came one after another, on the one hand, to congratulate Xia Cun on his victory, to praise Qin Shaoqian and others for their immortal achievements, and on the other hand, they put on an attitude of only Qin Shaoqian's horse-headed and forward-looking, hoping to advance with the Xia Village army. Taking advantage of this great victory, morale was high. In order to relieve the siege of the capital.

And the arrival of these people also asked a question in the side knock: at the beginning, due to the defeat of the various armies, all sides gathered the rout, and the placement of each person was disrupted, but it was an expedient measure, and now it has been given a chance to breathe. Is it possible for these soldiers with different formations to be restored to their original formations?

The problem of chaotic establishment of soldiers may be difficult to solve for a while, but the placement of generals is relatively clear. For example, in the Xia Village Army at this time, He Zhicheng was originally under the command of He Chengzhong of the Wuwei Army. Mao Yishan's prefect Pang Lingming was a general under Chen Yanshu of the Wusheng Army. At this time, such middle-level generals are often responsible for the stragglers under their command. The question of the soldiers can be vague, these generals can only be regarded as "secondment" at the beginning, so when can they go back with their soldiers?

Xia Cun's side is sloppy about this kind of problem. But compared to the usual sluggishness, and the clumsiness in the face of the Jurchens, the reactions of everyone on all sides at this time appeared sharp and swift.

Who is the real waste of people who can talk about things at this level?

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Capital.

Coming out of the imperial city, Qin Siyuan went to the military department and dealt with a bunch of things at hand. When I left the lobby of the military headquarters, the wind and snow were blowing, and the bleak city lights were hidden in a cloud of wind and snow.

On this day, the Jurchens suspended the siege. According to the news from all sides, in the previous long ordeal, a ray of optimism has appeared, even if the Jurchens win a great victory outside the city, and then turn around and attack the city, their morale has already declined in two and exhausted. All the princes of the court have already felt the possibility of peace talks, and although the defense of the capital cannot be relaxed, due to the cessation of the Jurchen offensive, they have finally achieved a moment of respite.

It's just that for Qin Siyuan, many things will not be reduced because of this, and even because of the next possibilities, the things to prepare for have suddenly become more pressed.

Whether it is war or peace, the follow-up will only be more cumbersome.

“…… Go to the jujube door. ”

After getting into the carriage, the old man read some of the news that had come from the carriage by the oil lamp in the carriage. In the past few days of the great war, countless dead and wounded, in Bianliang City, tens of thousands of people have died, resulting in a huge war-weariness, soaring prices, public order disorder is already happening, the cries of women, children, and the elderly who have lost their families are non-stop day and night, and such movements can be faintly heard all the way from the military headquarters to the city wall. And the problems transformed by these things will eventually be collected in the hands of the old man, turning into huge problems and pressures that ordinary people can not bear, pressing on his shoulders.

When he arrived near the devastated Xinshu Zao Gate, the old man put down his work, got out of the car, and walked slowly towards the city wall with his cane on his legs.

There were campfires and tents around for heating, and many soldiers and wounded people gathered in this direction. The old man was emaciated, and waved away the entourage that wanted to come and support him, thinking about things, and walking in the direction of the city wall with his cane, he did not look at these people, including the wounded, but also the sad people in the city who had lost their families, and these days, the old man was mostly indifferent and ignored them. When he reached the high staircase, he didn't let anyone help him, but thought about things while slowly climbing the stairs.

The ruined city walls were filled with blood, the wind and snow were fierce, and in the night, you could see the dimly lit Jurchen military camp, and in the distance it was already pitch black. The old man looked into the distance for a moment. A crowd of people and torches came over, and the old man led by him saluted Qin Siyuan in the wind and snow, and Qin Siyuan saluted over there. The two old men faced each other wordlessly in the snowstorm.

After a while, the old man on the other end opened his mouth, it was the way of the planter.

"Hearing about today's affairs in the palace, Qin Xiang begged for troops for his younger brother. Shidao is grateful. ”

"......" Qin Siyuan arched his hand wordlessly and heavily.

The planter over there had already straightened up: "It's just that this gratitude is selfish." Yu Gong, the teacher is also like the princes, and he does not agree with Qin Xiang's idea. The capital was in danger, and the troops in the city had bottomed out, so they rushed out of the city, but they were broken by the Jurchens. If the Jurchens make a desperate bet and attack the city again, our side will only become more and more stretched. Right Phase...... Alas......"

Both sides are extremely intelligent and well-trained people, and there are many things. In fact, it is the same whether to say it or not to say it. In the Battle of Bianliang, Qin Siyuan was in charge of logistics and customs, and did not interfere much in the war. It is certainly inspiring for the Jurchens to come with an army, but when the Jurchens change direction and go all out to besiege and pursue, it is impossible for the capital to send troops to rescue. This is also something that everyone knows. In such a situation, the only voice is fierce. If you want to take out the last living force to give it a go with the Jurchens, the person who preserves the next seed master is actually Qin Siyuan, who has always been safe, is really beyond everyone's expectations.

So much so that today in the Jinluan Palace, in addition to Qin Siyuan himself, even Li Gang, the left prime minister who has always been his partner, has raised an opposition to this matter. The matter of the capital. When it comes to the survival of a country, how can people be allowed to gamble?

What's more, no matter whether the master is dead or alive, there seems to be hope for an end to this war. Why bother to grow this kind of branch.

A pilgrimage lasted for a long time. In the end, it only ended with Qin Siyuan offending many people and making no achievements. After the old man finished the discussion, he dealt with the government affairs, and then rushed here, as the elder brother of the seed master, although the seed master Dao expressed his gratitude to Qin Siyuan for his righteousness, but for the current situation, he also felt that he could not send troops.

"It's just...... Qin Xiang, but I don't understand, you know what the results of this council are, why do you bother like this......"

In the wind and snow, the Seed Master Dao and Qin Siyuan walked to the city wall together, looking at the darkness in the distance, the fate of the Seed Master who didn't know where to go, and sighed in a low voice.

……

“…… Qin Siyuan, an old dog, is really strange to act today. ”

In the imperial study, a few words were written, Zhou Zhe put down the brush, frowned and took a breath, and then stood up and walked.

"Du Chengxi, what do you say he is going to do......"

In the room, Du Chengxi, who was originally looking at his nose and nose, and his body was shocked: "The saint said earlier that this person on the right side is a genius of heaven, what he thinks in his heart, the slave and maid really can't guess." ”

"Hmph, genius." Zhou Zhe smiled with his hands behind his back, and then restrained his smile again, "Qin Siyuan, this person, has a deep plan, and the way of Qi Zheng is clear, it is indeed powerful, in the past court discussions, if he really had a ghost idea, he must have opened up the joints before the court discussion." Only this time, hmph, put forward such an idea, so that Li Gang is not on his side, if you want to say that there is no fraud in it, who will believe it. ”

Du Chengxi hesitated: "Your Majesty, it's just ...... The slave maid thinks, could it be because the battlefield turned around today, and the right minister wants to open the joint, but it's too late? ”

"Huh? You old dog, speak for him, don't you take his money? Zhou Zhe glanced at Du Chengxi. Du Chengxi was so frightened that he quickly knelt down to plead guilty, and Zhou Zhe waved his hand again.

"Get up, I'm just joking. Even if you take the money, it doesn't matter, will I still be bewitched by you? He paused, "It's just that you're thinking about it too differently." If there is not enough time, knowing that it is useless to support it, Qin Siyuan will naturally even save his mouth, he is fighting the ministers today, in my thoughts, he should have noticed the awkward position, and he was afraid that someone would settle accounts after the autumn, and he wanted to make enemies and release power! This old dog, who is scheming, knows that sometimes it is a good thing to be scolded and reprimanded by me, but I can't see it with such means...... Hey ......"

He smiled, the smile that lasted strangely on his face for a long time, and then, not knowing whether he was chewing or savoring, he whispered a few words: "Hey...... The great victory of the summer village......"

In the midst of this murmur, someone came to report that Li Di had arrived.

"Announce him in."

Zhou Zhe said and walked back to the back of the desk.

Not long after, Li Yan, the minister who was in charge of going out of the city last time to negotiate with the Jurchens, came in.

……

“…… War is not the same as politics. ”

The wind and snow hit the city walls, and the pale beards shook in the wind and snow, and they were all frosted.

Qin Siyuan stretched out his hand and touched the frozen blood marks on the female wall: "Over the years, I have been talking to others. In a big war, what is most important. In Xia Village, he partnered with the inferior son, named Ning Yi, who loved KitKat's skills the most in the past, so as to ponder the study of things. Good study of firearms. Scholars from outside the world are always concerned about the tactics of war, what is in front and what is behind, and how to deal with it if they encounter a specific place. However...... When encountering the Liao people and the Jurchens, it was useless, just because our dynasty emphasized literature and light military force, hundreds of thousands of troops had no will to fight, and they were beaten to the ground by tens of thousands of people......"

The old man paused. sighed: "Brother Chongshi, literati are like this, arguing with others, it must be one of the two theories." In fact, all things in heaven and earth are inseparable from the word moderation. Zi said: Zhang Buchi, civil and military power; Chi but not open, civil and military for. One piece and one relaxation is the way of civil and martial arts. But stupid people. It is often impossible to tell. The old decay seeks stability in his life, but he can be above the big things. It's all a risky move, and now, Brother Chongshi, do you think that even if we survive this time, the Jurchens won't come next time? ”

The planter said, "There is a lesson from this time. You only need to absorb it from now on, and now you will work hard to make the country prosperous, and everyone in the DPRK and the central government will ......"

"Brother Chongshi said it lightly." Qin Siyuan smiled, "Hundreds of thousands of people were defeated outside the city, and 100,000 people died in this city. These hundreds of thousands of people are like this, and there are millions, millions of people, and it is also meaningless. What is the truth of this world, where is the problem of the court and the army, and are there few people who can see clearly? In the world, what is lacking is never people who can see clearly, but people who dare to shed blood and dare to die. The Battle of Summer Village is just that. Before the departure of the dragon fen, the general invited everyone, and there were few people who should make peace, it is said that Chen Yanshu had prevented people from joining it, and the dragon fen fought, and it was really defeated, Chen Yanshu was so smart! However, if it weren't for the dragon fen to arouse everyone's blood, the battle of Xia Village would probably be invincible. What is the use of smart people? If the world is full of such 'smart people', when the matter comes, they all retreat silently, knowing that it is very dangerous, and disheartened, then Xia Village and this Bianliang will not need to be beaten, and millions of people will be slaves of pigs and dogs! ”

"To say that they are smart is just a little clever, and the real cleverness is not like that." The old man shook his head, "Now that I'm heading, what's missing?" To stop the next Jin Man from going south, what is missing? It's not the millions of people in the capital, it's not the hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city. It was the more than 10,000 people in Xia Village, the more than 10,000 people who died under the knife with General Long Wei, and the more than 20,000 people who dared to fight with the Jurchens with the prince of a small race. Brother Chongshi, without them, the millions of people in our capital would not be considered human......"

The Seed Master Dao was silent there, Qin Siyuan looked at the darkness in the distance, and his lips trembled: "The old man may not understand the war, but he only hopes to use the strength of the city to contain the Jurchens as much as possible, so that they cannot attack the small seed Xianggong with all their strength, and wait until the Xia Village army comes out of the camp, and then confront the Jurchen army, and the capital comes forward to negotiate peace, or it may be able to preserve the vitality." With these people, there is the seed to face the Jurchens next time. At this time, if the small Xianggong is allowed to be wiped out outside the city, who will dare to go all out to rescue the capital in the next big war? The old man also knows that this matter is risky, but the cause of today, how do you know that there will be no disaster in the future? If you can venture through today, you can leave a little capital for him ......"

“…… Qin Xiang has good intentions and is a teacher...... On behalf of the younger brother, and on behalf of all the disciples of the Western Army, thank you. After a long while, the Planter Dao bowed again and bowed. The old man's face was sad, and on the other side, Qin Siyuan also took a breath and saluted back: "Brother Chongshi, it is the old man of the world who has thanked the Western Army, and he can't help the Western ......Army."

He sighed, and after a moment, the Seed Master Dao laughed on the side.

"Actually, Qin Xiang may have been overly worried." He said in the wind, "The younger brother acts with soldiers, and he always seeks to be safe, and he can't fight well, but he comes second, and the back road is mostly thought of, and he did this in the early years of the war with the Western Xia." Even if you are defeated, it is no problem to lead your subordinates to escape. Qin Xiang actually didn't have to worry about him. ”

"Oh, yes." Qin Siyuan replied, "Haha...... I hope so. ”

On the city wall, the tired two people looked into the distance, and the many soldiers on the wall also looked into the distance. Snowflakes were flying in the dark, because the torches were blown away by the wind and were not bright, they couldn't actually see each other's faces, Qin Siyuan's old man's face, there were tears flowing down in this darkness, this kind of thing happened to this old man who had always been indifferent and resolute, I think it was because of the snow wind on the city wall, the snow wind was too big......

In the Jinluan Palace, Zhou Zhe had already given an order to Li Di.

“…… When it comes to peace, Prime Minister Zuo really wants to go there in person. After thinking about it, you have already dealt with Zong Wang after all, and your figure is sleeker than Zuo Xiang. This peace discussion, I hope you can see the opportunity to act. At this time, the western army led by the seed division was being pursued by Zongwang, and I didn't want the western army to suffer too heavy losses, so you took the order. Get out of town. After this Yan Zongwang, he should also know the truth of accepting it when he sees it! ”

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North of Bianliang City, Wuzhang Ridge.

In the middle of the night, the wind and snow froze everything between heaven and earth.

On Wuzhang Ridge, there is a bonfire burning, thousands of people are gathering on the cold mountain, because there is not much firewood around, there are not many fires that can be raised, soldiers and war horses gather together. Snuggle up in the wind and snow to keep warm.

In the distance below the mountain, the firelight cruises, thanks to the messenger of the soul in the dark.

After a while, there was a shout of killing, and along the snowy wind, the mountains were swept wildly, and the soldiers cheered up, alert to the enemy attacking in the dark, but not long after. They found out that this was just a ploy of the enemy at night.

In a small tent in the center of the camp, an old man with bandages and bleeding opened his eyes. Listen to the voice.

"The one who asked for help...... Did you rush out......"

"Rushed out, rushed out...... "Wang Hongjia, a veteran lieutenant who has been with him for many years, said.

"Don't stay here, beware of being surrounded, let everyone go quickly......"

"Yes."

Wang Hongjia agreed, and after a while, he went out of the small tent. A seriously wounded general came: "All sides have been cut off by the Jurchens......

……

“…… The way of the Western Army has been completely cut off by our army. ”

Outside Wuzhang Ridge, in the camp that was temporarily set up, scouts rushed to report the situation to Zong Wang. Zong Wang got off the horse at this time. Unfastened his cloak and threw it to his entourage: "It's okay, surround them!" If they want to break through, cut another piece for me! I want them all to die here! ”

After this day's fighting, the western army held out for most of the day under the onslaught of the Jurchens, and then collapsed. The seed division led most of the people to flee all the way, but in fact, Zong Wang's anger at this battle has all been poured out on this desperate western army, when the Jurchen cavalry launched an all-out pursuit of the western army, the western army's main formation had no possibility of fleeing along the way, they were interspersed and cut all the way, and those who were left alone were all slaughtered, and in the end, they were forced to this mountain. Both sides stopped.

After a while, another person came.

"Report to the marshal, there is an envoy from the Bianliang side who went out of the city, and it is the Wu Dynasty man who came to negotiate last time. Emperor Wu Dynasty ......"

"Kill him."

“…… I want to make peace with us. ”

"Oh? Then don't kill him first, bring him here. ”

"Yes."

"Let him watch me kill all these people...... Talk to them again! ”

……

Bianliang.

In the middle of the night, in a small room near the city wall, people who came in from outside the city saw the old man.

"Seed Shuai ......" Several young generals with blood on their bodies knelt down ordinarily, and some people even cried when they saw the old people who came over.

The planter took the hot water, walked towards them, and patted them on the shoulder: "Got it, got it......

"Seed handsome, small breed Xianggong, he is trapped in Wuzhangling......"

"I know, I know, Cheng Ming, they arrived before you, they already know, drink some hot water first, warm up your body......"

"Kind of marshal, whether the imperial court sends troops ......"

"I said I got it!" The old man's voice was stern for a moment, and then he said, "I'll deal with the next thing, you guys will eat something later, and meet with Cheng Ming and them." Someone will arrange for you to heal and stay. ”

"Kind of handsome ......"

Several people were taken away soon after, and in the room, the planter Dao sat on a chair, looking at the lamps and candles that were flickering slightly not far away. Soon, the soldiers came over and reported to him that his companion had settled down, and the planter nodded: "You go down." ”

"Yes." The soldier replied, and when he was about to walk to the door, he looked back, but the old man was still sitting there in a daze, looking at the lamp in front of him, he couldn't help it: "Kind of handsome, do we beg the court to ......?"

“…… If it's impossible, don't be annoying. ”

The seed master replied, thinking of Qin Siyuan in his mind, remembering the words they had said in the city before, in the little light of the oil lamp, the old man quietly closed his eyes, and his wrinkled face trembled slightly.

……

The next morning, Wuzhang Ridge.

The wind and snow stopped.

The planter came out of the tent.

Although he is known as a small breed of minister, he is not young and has gray hair. Yesterday he was wounded Yan zhòng, but at this time he still put on his armor, and then he stepped on his horse and grabbed the sword.

The soldiers gathered towards him, and many of them had frozen to death last night and could not move at this time.

"My brother should come over." Ignoring the dead soldiers, the seed division said to Wang Hongjia, "Break through with me!" ”

Wang Hongjia said: "Yes." ”

In Bianliang City, the planter stood at the head of the city, looking at the seemingly endless snowfield in the distance.

Out of his sight, the breeder rode his horse and waved his sword, charging towards the Jurchen cavalry.

In the summer village, the army set out for the battle.

In the small room in Bianliang City, Xue Changgong opened his eyes and smelled the smell of medicine in his nose, and his body was tightly wrapped. Turning her head slightly, on the small bed next to her, a woman was also lying there, her face was pale, her breathing was weak, and she was also covered in the smell of medicine—but after all, she was still breathing—it was He Lei'er.

Soon after—he didn't know how long it was—someone came to sue him that he was going to make peace with the Jurchens.

The wind and snow outside the window had stopped, and after such a long, hellish haze and snowstorm, they finally saw the light of day for the first time...... (To be continued......)