Although the whistle outside the window sounded sharply, Ximenqing still did not change his face, and just said to Ma Zhi leisurely: "Mr. Lianjin's way of breaking Liao, please come." ”

On the contrary, Ma Zhi looked uncertain, squinted out the window and said with a wry smile: "Engong, I'm afraid that now is not the time to discuss serious matters......

But what made Ma Zhi strange was that after the terrible whistle fell silent, the entire military camp was still quiet, and no one made a noise, it seemed that everyone had fallen into a deep sleep, and no one came out to ask what had happened - the abnormality of this moment made Ma Zhi a little unbelievable for a moment.

Looking at Ximenqing who was smiling and silent in front of him, Ma Zhi seemed to understand something, and after suddenly realizing it, Ma Zhi settled down, bowed deeply to Ximenqing, and said respectfully: "Engong, please sit down and listen to the villain." ”

Seeing that he had already gained enlightenment in an instant, Ximen Qing saved his lips and tongue for some explanations, and couldn't help nodding secretly in his heart: "Talking to smart people is to save trouble!" He sat down and raised his hand and said, "Sir, please speak." ”

Ma Zhi sighed and said: "Engong, you know that I am a native of Youzhou, Yandi, my hometown belongs to the land of China, I only hate the Hou Jin Shi Jingjiao without a way, for his family to be a lonely widow, I gave the sixteen states of Yanyun to the Khitan, and my ancestors were all trapped, until today, every time the villain reads history so far, he does not hate it deeply!" ”

Ximenqing nodded and agreed: "The remnants are in tears, and the south looks at the king for another year." ”

Ma Zhi was shocked when he heard this, got up and bowed down: "Engong is a great talent, this fourteen-character straight book is as good as the villain's chest." ”

Ximen Qing was embarrassed, and hurriedly helped Ma Zhi up and said: "You are the wrong person to worship - these fourteen words were not made by me, but by a senior surnamed Lu." ”

Ma Zhi Gaoshan looked up and said, "Don't you dare to ask this Lu senior's name?" ”

Ximen Qing came back to his senses at this time, the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You is indeed a senior for himself, but for Ma Zhi he is just a junior, and he forgot for a while, casually quoted Lu You's seven words, but it was difficult to explain Ma Zhi clearly.

But why bother to explain it clearly? Ximen Qing then arched his hand solemnly and said: "Mr. The wind, the mountains are high and the water is long, it is really the idle clouds and wild cranes in the red dust of the game, and its heart is also lonely, and its nature is also clear, Ximen Qing gave birth to a child, and he was taught by him, which is the luck of three lives, but he does not dare to blaspheme the high name of his predecessors." ”

Ma Zhi begged for his name but couldn't, and he was even more in awe of this Shenlong Lu senior, and immediately sighed: "The heroic style of the seniors, I can't reach the seniors, so I have to be stunned!" ”

Ximenqing felt that the ancients were good at everything, but when it came to poetry, he couldn't help but forget his feelings and delay how much business, so he changed the chaos and said: "Yes! Even if it is a senior, when it comes to Yanyun's old things, it is also sad and exciting, and it is difficult to be a hidden master. ”

Ma Zhi pulled himself out of the atmosphere of Jinghuai's predecessors at this time, and said in a loud voice: "It's better to sit and be sad, it's better to get up and walk - the villain is not talented, and secretly sprinkled wine and prayed for heaven under the Arctic Shrine with Liu Fan, Li Zheng, and his brother Rouji, and wanted to return to the old land of Yanyun to attach to the homeland." It's only hateful - at this time, Yandi, people's hearts have been domesticated by the Liao State for a hundred years, only thinking about chasing beautiful women and money, and forgetting the shame of the ancestors crying blood and Li Shu having no home - the huge Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, although my generation is ambitious, but it is weak, unaccompanied, and panicked, which is really a sigh! ”

Ximenqing echoed again: "The Han is full of nonsense, but he scolds the Han people to the city. ”

Fortunately, this sentence is a Tang poem, and Ma Zhi, who is a well-educated person, has no hindrance in understanding it, so there is no need for Ximenqing to bother with words.

Ximenqing's praise was so professional, Ma Zhi's next words were even more impassioned: "The Han is full of nonsense, but he scolds the Han people to the city - more than 100 years of slavery, even to the point of Si, the shame of this aspirant!" Thinking that Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, raised troops to fight for Yanyun with the Khitan, so he stored money in the inner treasury, and said that when the price was sufficient, he would redeem the sixteen states of Yanyun from the Khitan; Although the last emperor Huizong was mediocre, in his heart, he still pretended to be the old will of his ancestors, and he was willing to try to repeat his homeland and return my rivers and mountains - Engong was the first to advocate the Chinese Federation, and he was also the founder of the country. ”

Hearing Ma Zhi's words using the method of agitation, Ximen Qing smiled secretly in his heart, and said awe-inspiringly: "Three thousand tigers, recover the old land of Yanyun; Long Fei Ninety-Five, reopen a new day in China! ”

Ma Zhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and thought: "My plan has been accomplished!" So he hit the railway while it was hot: "Since Engong is interested in this, why not form an alliance with the Jin State?" The lord of the Jin Kingdom is full of faces, and he is really a hero for a while! Raising troops with the strength of one part, winning more with less, and defeating Liao State in a row, has become a major problem for Liao State. If you have to ally with it, the strength will be strong, at that time the Jurchen moved inside, my Central Plains moved outside, and the internal and external attacks, even if the Liao State has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and the Jincheng soup pool is solid, how can it not be broken? Engong destroyed the Liao of the Daoless, recovered the old land of Yanyun, and regretted it in a battle for a hundred years, which can be described as merit and creation, virtue and heaven and earth, even if there are those who are not satisfied with the new country, they can also pass on the word, at this time the order of the world, who dares not to obey? If the time is delayed, the Liao Kingdom will reappear as the British lord, and the Jurchen forces will be dull and tired, and it will inevitably lose the general trend at that time, and it will be too late to regret it! ”

Ximen Qingchang laughed: "Sir's words are very good, and I will propose it in the parliament in the coming day and discuss it with everyone." ”

When Ma Zhi heard this, he only felt incredible: "Engong created a country with his hands, but he couldn't be arbitrary, so he was so controlled by others? ”

Ximen Qing said leisurely: "It's not controlled by people, it's really controlled by the people - but I'm willing to do it." Only by governing the country in this way can the flowing water not be corrupted, and the household hub will not be beetle - you can't understand it now, but you will understand it in a few days! ”

Seeing Ma Zhi's frowning thoughtful look, Ximen Qing smiled and said, "Now that you have entered my shogunate, do you still want to go back to the Jurchen envoys to mess with Mr. Wanyan Zongyong?" ”

Ma Zhi bowed and said: "Even if you go, you should be an envoy in a dignified and upright manner as the great Honglu of the Chinese Federation!" ”

Ximen Qing laughed and said: "You are cunning, and you want to occupy the position of a Jiuqing in the Chinese Federation in your casual words?" It's a pity that the officials of the Chinese Federation are very different from a dynasty with one surname, and they are not so easy to be! Okay - it's late at night, Mr. Ma will go down and rest, and after a few days, I will make my own arrangements. ”

Saying "pop", he clapped his hands lightly, and Jiao Ting came in quietly outside the door, and Ximenqing instructed him: "You lead this Mr. Ma to find a clean room to rest, but you want to be entertained, Mo Jiao is lazy!" ”

Jiao Ting bowed down to receive the order and led Ma Zhi to retreat.

Ximen Qingjing stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the pure starry sky that was not polluted by the atmosphere, and he forgot about the opportunity. After a while, Jiao Ting came back gently, followed by a person, but it was a time shift.

Retracting his gaze from those bright and unguessable star grains, Ximenqing asked leisurely: "What happened to that police whistle just now?" ”

Shi Qian gritted his teeth and said: "It's not those Khitans and those who don't know if it's surnamed Wu or Wanyan!" ”

It turned out that the garrisons of the Liao State Envoy Corps and the Jin State Envoy Corps were also arranged in this garrison camp. After the banquet, Wanyan Zong used to pay attention to the terrain all the way, returned to his own envoy group, Wanyan Zong gathered all the Jurchen athletes, sat around with wine in the courtyard, and shouted that after everyone drank three bowls, Wanyan Zong said with a smile: "I have a story here, which is said to give wine to all the elder brothers." ”

The Jurchens have always had a tradition of "talking about the ancients". The so-called "telling the ancients", also known as "telling history" and "singing praises to the roots", is to tell the legends of the origin, family history, national myths and shamans by a patriarch, shaman or respected adult, and gradually sublimate the folk memory into the art of telling the story passed down from generation to generation. Even the Jurchen surnames sing praises of the ancestors and virtues, there are those who compete in the wilderness, and there are those who set up sheds to gather friends, which is a scene in the Jurchen customs and culture.

Therefore, it is common for Jurchen men to get on their horses and cut off people's heads, and dismount to listen to stories. After Wu Yong defected to the Jin Kingdom, because the Jurchens had neither written nor recorded, so the ancestors did not carry anything, Wu Yong then adhered to the Shangyi, and Wanyan Zonghan visited the old Jurchen people, and the ancestors' relics were sorted out into ancient stories, and they were recited in the leisure time of the war to inspire morale and invigorate the morale of the army. Therefore, the Jurchen athletes all respectfully call it the "story basket", and many people respect it.

Today, when I heard that the "Story Basket" was about to talk about the ancients again, all the girls were excited, sitting around Mr. Wanyan Zongyong, and looking forward to it with all their body and mind.

Wanyan Sect saw that everyone was pious, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "Barbarian people, if you say it well, it is simple, and if you say it badly, it is the frog at the bottom of the well!" ”

So he coughed and said: "Today, we are in the Central Plains, but it is inconvenient to tell the story of our Jurchen 'Ulben', or 'Zhu Ben' at will!" ”

The so-called "Ulleben" is not so much a story telling as a solemn and sacred ritual. Generally, when the festival is in the year, the newlyweds of men and women, the birthday of the elderly, the celebration of the harvest, the grand sacrifice of the clan or the funeral, the singing of "Ulben" is rich in content, the atmosphere is magnificent, including the generation of heaven and earth, the gathering and scattering of clans, ancient conquests, the rise and fall of the tribes, heroic songs, wild ancient sacrifices, production and life knowledge, etc.

Before singing "Ulben", from the ancestral shrine on the west wall, please ask for runes or oracles and scores painted with stone, bone, wood and leather, and the people will burn incense and worship. The narrator combs his hair, washes his hands, and rinses his mouth beforehand, and the listener sits in order of generation. After the lecture, he still solemnly sent the oracle and the pedigree back to the ancestral box on the west wall—a series of procedures with a strict introverted and religious atmosphere.

"Zhu Ben" is different, it is equivalent to "story" and "nonsense", the speaker speaks in vain, and the listener listens to it, which is almost casual.

After listening to Yan Zongyong's words, he didn't talk about "Ulben" but "Zhu Ben", and the Jurchens had no doubt. So Wanyan Zong coughed again and officially started the lecture. This lecture is not tight, but there is a teaching:

The two lips said that the Western Regions, the wind and rain in all directions will be in Zhongzhou. But I don't know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.