In the dim world, Yanzhou City stands alone.

The party cavalry galloped from under the city walls, thousands of them, and they were revolving around the city. The stone bullets thrown from the thunderbolts, the iron spears from the bed crossbows, the powerful arrows from the divine arm bow, and the ash bottles and oil cans dropped from the city did not have any effect on them.

In their hands, the warbows with a string sound, and they kept shooting long arrows at the city, and the defenders on the city fell like stones.

There were fewer and fewer defenders at the head of the city, but there were more and more thieves outside the city, and only an earth-shattering loud bang was heard, and the thick and towering city walls collapsed in an instant.

The iron harriers shouted and howled and poured into the city, which was covered with black oppression like an ant colony covering the ground. The banner of the word "Song" erected in the center of the city, a hundred zhang high, several people surrounded, like a high tower, but in the slash of the knife and gun, it fell down heavily.

The banner that fell to the ground was trampled by the war horse. The vibration of the flagpole on the ground turned into the sound of iron hooves.

A Khitan cavalryman trampled over the battle flag of the Song army and jumped onto a causeway. The embankment stretches for thousands of miles, with no end in sight and no end in sight. The river on the inside of the embankment is extremely turbid, like mud, and like a yellow dragon. The mighty river also has no head or tail in sight, hidden above the white clouds.

Beyond the embankment, there is a burning land. Only a raging flame could be seen, burning on the north bank of the great river. The rolling river could not hide the wails of the people, and in the direction where the Khitan cavalry came, there were countless miserable cries.

At some point, the picture changed again.

This time it is the city of Tokyo, the towering city walls, the majestic imperial palace, the iron tower and the clouds, the water sings at night, when the night is approaching, a light is lit up, and various lights are arranged on both sides of the royal street, illuminating the sky and the earth as if it were day. But just outside the city, there is a boundless army, black iron armor as heavy as a cloud, surrounding the huge Tokyo City.

When he turned around, he was greeted by familiar faces.

Grandmother's old and wise eyes were full of disappointment. The mother's stern expression seemed to tell of dissatisfaction. The corners of his brother's mouth were full of ridicule.

You don't deserve to be an emperor.

The thin Emperor Renzong, his father who was lying on the sickbed, and a few figures in twelve chapter uniforms who looked blurred in the distance, all raised their fingers and came over—it's all your fault!

The noise is overwhelming, and thousands of people are roaring together, it's all your fault! It's all your fault!

With an extremely suppressed exclamation, when Zhao Ji woke up from the nightmare, he was already soaked with sweat.

"Official?" The people around him were awakened, and they propped up their elbows to prop up their bodies, and Zhao Ji's delicate body was reflected on the other side by the faint light through the curtain, leaving a moving silhouette. Concubine Zhu's voice was soft, "But where is the discomfort?" ”

"It's fine." Zhao Ji shook his head, a nightmare made him frightened. Not wanting to see the melancholy on Concubine Ai's face, he raised his voice and asked, "Li Shunju, when is it?" ”

Not far from the couch, a shrill voice sounded: "Back to the official's house, it's only the beginning of the fourth watch." After a pause, the voice said, "Official, Li Duzhi is still in Yanzhou now, and it is the slave Song Yongchen who is staying straight tonight." ”

…… Yanzhou ......

Zhao Ji was silent, and the scene that had just appeared in the nightmare resurfaced in front of him. After a moment, he said, "Go prepare hot water and wait for me to change my clothes." ”

"Official family......" Concubine Zhu's soft call was full of worry.

Song Yongchen, who was on duty in the dormitory today, also sounded again in surprise: "The official family won't sleep a little longer?" ”

Sleep more? How can you still sleep? The body is indeed so sleepy that he has no strength, and his head is so tired that he hurts, and he really wants to sleep well, but his consciousness is extremely awake, and he is awake that Ning people hate.

Yanzhou was besieged, the war situation in the northwest was eroded, and the envoys of the Liao people were shouting in the capital, and they couldn't sleep for many days and nights.

Zhao Ji raised his eyes to look at the yellow silk tent on his head, it had been used for a long time, and the bright yellow dyed on it had become very dull, almost earthy yellow. He is not obsessed with lust, abstains from all luxury, eats and wears as frugally as possible, and is not even as frugal as a luxurious courtier - that Pu Zongmeng, who washes on weekdays has the difference between small face washing, big face washing, small wet feet, big wet feet, small baths, small baths, and big baths - such a pomp, how could Zhao Ji ever have it? What can I get back? One fiasco after another!

"Official," Song Yongchen outside the tent, his tone was a little crying, "Let's sleep a little longer." If this continues, your body and bones will not be able to bear it......"

"I know the way." Zhao Ji responded a little impatiently, but this was Song Yongchen's loyalty, but he couldn't scold two sentences. "Is there any news from Yanzhou?" He sat up, lifted the curtain and asked, trying to avoid the topic in front of him.

Song Yongchen shook his head and replied in a low voice: "No." ”

"What about Seed and Gao Zunyu?!"

Song Yongchen whispered even more: "No." He peeked at Zhao Ji's face, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he said cautiously, "The official family, if there is a military situation, it will definitely be reported to the official family immediately, maybe the good news is in the next two days." ”

"It would be nice if there was good news." Zhao Ji sighed lightly and raised his eyes again, "There is no news from Hedong either?" ”

Song Yongchen could only shake his head.

In order to ensure the passage between Xiazhou and Yanzhou, all the cavalry of the Hedong Army were given seeds, and now the cavalry of the Obstruction Divination took advantage of the situation to enter the territory of Hedong, and the infantry alone could not catch up at all.

Han Gang's earlier anxious recital, although he didn't say anything clearly, he couldn't see any complaints in it. If Xiazhou and Yinzhou are firmly defended, how can the troops be stretched to the point that there are loopholes everywhere in the defense line.

Song Yongchen stood in front of the bed with his body in front of him, and when he saw that Zhao Ji had no intention of sleeping again, he also sighed in his heart, and finally gave up persuasion. After turning around, a palace maid came up with ginseng soup and asked Zhao Ji to rinse his mouth.

Concubine Zhu Xian also got up and helped Zhao Ji get dressed. Song Yongchen and other chamberlains and palace maids surrounded the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty and went to the clean room behind the palace.

Zhao Ji was wrapped in a dark black sheepskin fur coat, keeping out the chill in the hall, "Is there any news from the Empress Dowager?" ”

Song Yongchen immediately replied: "Half an hour ago, the Qingshou Palace said that everything is fine, please don't worry about it." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Ji nodded, "What about the starling?" ”

Song Yongchen's reply hesitated a little: "...... Qian Yi has been taking care of it for the past few days. ”

Hearing the scruples in Song Yongchen's words, Zhao Ji smiled gloomily: "Could it be that this palace is really unfavorable to the prince?" Eight sons...... There is only one sixth brother left! ”

"Official!" Song Yongchen shouted urgently. Tianzikou. Han Tianxian, this kind of thing can't be said nonsense.

Zhao Yi sighed: "Qian Yi is the holy hand of pediatrics in the world, he can't cure it, that is, he is fatal." ”

Zhao Yong's words were already resigned to his fate, and Song Yongchen was terrified when he heard it, and his heart was like fifteen buckets of water, seven up and eight down. The Empress Dowager can't delay this winter, and the Eighth Prince probably doesn't have many days at the moment, if there is another bad news in the northwest, whether the emperor can afford it or not, it's worrying to think about it. He would rather never hear from the northwest than bad news.

A few days ago, because of Zhao Ji's illness, there was a chaos in the palace. Although it is only a slight dizziness, the fluctuation of people's hearts cannot be suppressed. And what is the body and bones of the Son of Heaven, his close servant is very clear, if there is a case, there will only be a sixth brother at that time, how can the situation be cleaned up?

Zhao Ji soaked in hot water, and the warm feeling made the whole person relax slightly. The bath water was a little hot, sprinkled with essence, and had a faint orchid fragrance.

Zhao Ji leaned back in the wooden barrel, feeling the heat in the water gradually seep into his body. The body and spirit were completely relaxed in the light orchid warm fragrance, and it seemed that they were about to fall asleep.

No one stepped forward to disturb him, and the chamberlain and the palace maid all held their breath and did not say a word, never daring to disturb Zhao Ji's rest.

I don't know how long it took, Song Yongchen's voice sounded, but it wasn't with Zhao Ji, but I didn't know who was talking to. Outside the wooden door with a heavy carved flower, Song Yongchen's voice talking to people was very vague, and Zhao Ji didn't distinguish it carefully. Still with his eyes closed, recuperating.

"Official! Official! Song Yongchen's sudden cry was full of surprise, the wooden door was pushed open, and he stumbled in: "Hedong has won, Hedong has won, it's a big victory!" ”

“…… Dajie ......" Zhao Ji, who was soaked in the water, was still a little sluggish, and he didn't react for a while.

"It's a big victory, a big victory on Hedong Road!" Song Yongchen emphasized loudly.

"Great victory!?" With a bang, Zhao Ji sat up straight in the water, and saw Song Yongchen holding a recital in front of him.

Song Yongchen's hands also trembled: "Han Gang and Li Xiangu smell it!" The official army completely annihilated the thieves who invaded the border east of the river. Nearly 2,000 were beheaded, and the rest were captured or surrendered, and very few escaped the net. ”

"Good! Good! Zhao Ji didn't even have anything else to say except applause. After all these days, there is finally good news.

handed over the recital to Zhao Ji, and Song Yongchen quietly withdrew, leaving the Son of Heaven in ecstasy.

Zhao Ji grabbed the recital on Hedong Road and looked at it over and over again, and the recital had been wet. Wet, he was reluctant to let go. Outside, Song Yongchen didn't know who to talk to, and Zhao Ji didn't care.

After a while, Zhao Ji came out refreshed and changed his clothes, and his eyebrows were full of joy. I'm still thinking about going to the Chongzheng Hall today, and I want to discuss how to reward this merit.

But the joy on Song Yongchen's face has disappeared: "Official, Gao Zunyu on Huanqing Road pleaded guilty." Its army led to the mouth of the camel, and encountered 50,000 thieves from the west to hold its place, and it was unable to overcome it for a while, and the troops suffered heavy casualties......"

"Unable to attack, heavy casualties?" Zhao Ji was dizzy. The reinforcements of the Huanqing Army have played all the way, what should I do with Yanzhou City?!