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The figure carrying a copper stick reflected on the wall, observing the movements of the aisle outside the door, then walked back to its original position and sat down, listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

The rain curtains are hung under the eaves on the second floor.

Looking at the figure beside the window, Yelu Hongyu was silent for a moment and said, "I don't care what you want to do, I just wondered how you made these evil ghosts... Should I say that this strange plague? It's a bit rare."

"... Actually... our family was a little surprised when they saw this with their own eyes." Bai Ning closed the window and isolated the cold wind. He turned around and Sun Ban immediately poured him a cup of tea, and sat upright like a well-behaved student.

"Mad dog disease... plague..." Bai Ning took a sip of tea, unconsciously dredged it and drew two marks on the table, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled helplessly, "There are so many corpses outside Bianliang City, and people will die if they die. It's okay to burn or bury them, but our family thinks that since they are dead, it must be very unfair. It's better to make them more valuable after death. These corpses are gathered by our family to raise mice and mad dogs, and then put them in the territory of Jin... "

Sun, who was sitting there, no longer shivered.

The voice opposite continued: "It's just... I found that these diseases... are different from what I thought. Maybe... the two are mixed together and some kind of disease has caused this situation."

"The disease?" the woman was a little puzzled, "Then what is the situation you imagined? I'm afraid it's all over the world."

"Almost..." Bai Ning took a sip of tea and nodded, "The disease is roughly the two things mixed together, and an accidental new thing is produced, which may become good, or may become more difficult. At present, Datong Mansion has become worse... Compared to the previous idea, the spread of the plague will spread, and although some people will die, it will not spread even more. First, the disease has begun to spread to the yellow head, and then it is Fengshengzhou, which is not far from Shangjing..."

"And it's not what you want?"

Sun nodded in agreement: "Yes, isn't the Jurchens being dragged down like this?"

Bai Ning held the teacup and his expression gradually became serious from indifference: "...It is hard to bear too much luck in this kind of thing. If this disease becomes even more terrible, it is not enough to cover the entire north. What should I do if I go south?"

The night wind whistled outside, the raindrops slapped on the paper window, and the room suddenly became silent.

With a undulating chest, a sound of a heavy breath, Sun stopped picking his hair, and his head rested on the copper stick in his arms: "Since you have done it all... don't think so much, if this thing spreads, you will slowly disappear."

"There is also a possibility." Bai Ning nodded, then shook again, "...I'll wait, Xia Futian, let's talk about it, after all, the outbreak of the epidemic is the most fierce in that period. If the Jurchens can withstand it, it means it's not as powerful as I imagined."

Yelu Hongyu clenched her fists and rubbed her eyebrows. She suddenly felt that her head was a little confused. The words she said from the other party were really unable to bear for a moment.

"No wonder you said it's a life of nine deaths. It seems that nine deaths are not necessarily in the palace. In this epidemic, right?" The woman put down her hand and looked over, "Actually, there is no need for you to agree to me at all. You won't really fall in love with me, right?"

Next to him, Sun no longer held the stick and turned his face aside and curled his lips.

"I'm here for other reasons." Bai Ning also stared at the other party's eyes, but did not answer the stupid words.

After a moment, he stood up and walked around.

"After the backbone of the Jurchens left, there were some successors. Wanyan Zonghan, who escaped the disaster, was both civil and military talents. The eldest son of the emperor, Wanyan Zonggan, highlighted his talent in government affairs, and the second prince, Wanyan Zongwang, was at least unmatched in his peers. There was even a Wanyan Zongbao. When these forces were integrated, they could still be invincible, but I am in the Wu Dynasty?"

The two sitting people looked at the walking figure quietly, wanting to speak, but they found that they couldn't get into the mouth.

"…Wanyan Sheng, who ascended the throne now, is also a talented and wise man. But the reason why Wanyan Aguda let him succeed to the throne was not his son, one is that the world is not peaceful, and it is necessary for Wu Qimai to take charge of the Jin Kingdom. Two, he is worried about his two sons... Both are talented people, and they can still unite to the outside world, but brothers are tragic to each other."

Yelu Hongyu looked at him, "So this is the reason why you want to kill the Emperor of Jin."

Bai Ning nodded.

"…No matter how severe the epidemic is, it is not something I can control, so I will do this second guarantee with you. Since ancient times, the battle for the throne has been the most terrifying thing, such as brother killing brothers, father and son fighting each other, and these two people are actually equal in strength. No one will be convinced by anyone who sits in this position. As long as Wu Qimai dies, both sides will never have the same brotherhood." Bai Ning walked to the woman, stared at the other person's face, and his voice became cold: "At this point, I will tell you all the plans. The next thing must be done."

Yelu Hongyu stared back proudly, "You don't need to teach this, but you are too cunning, and I don't know if what you said is true."

She paused again: "...But try not to speak along the way, let me say it, of course you can trust my words."

“Why?”

"Your accent... I know you come from the south as soon as I hear it. It would be strange if others don't ask me." Yelu Hongyu took a breath, stood up and prepared to leave, "Okay, it's late at night, I'll have to rush tomorrow. I'll go back to my room. Let the store prepare more dry food tomorrow. Here we go to Fengshengzhou, there are very few people."

After saying that, she opened the door and left. Sun Buyuan bowed to Bai Ninggong and returned to the room. Bai Ning vomited a breath of turbid air, opened the wooden window, and a cold wind ran in and blew on his face.

Then he stood there for a long time.

...

The next morning, the three of them set off on the road again and set off on the way to Linhuang Mansion (Shangjing).

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Go to the capital, in the Golden Palace.

On the dragon throne, a majestic and broad figure leaned against the chair, and his thick palm gently tapped the dragon head of the armrest. He looked at the two quarreling figures under the imperial stairs with a slightly closed eyes.

"...Do you know, Yin Keshu in the west fought with the barbarians on the grassland several times... At this time, do you ask me to withdraw my troops? Don't want it there?"

"No, no!! Now there is rice and grain everywhere... there is repairing everywhere. You have to be beaten to death by you before you will be willing to... "

"Then go south again, prepare me a month's food and grass, and I'll leave, go south and grab a batch for you to come back."

"It's unreasonable... you, you." The older figure took a few steps back in anger, turned around and bowed to the emperor who was sitting in the hall: "Your Majesty... should you stabilize the domestic situation now? But my second brother has always wanted to fight... How many people do the army spend money and food outside? Before he can fight, half of it will be lost on the road."

On the dragon chaise, his fingers were patted gently, and Wu Qimai nodded: "It makes sense."

"His Majesty!"

Wanyan Zongwang also came over, spread his cloak and said, "What kind of thing are the barbarians in the west? My nephew knew in his heart that these people could even send their women to sleep. If we were asked to give in, they would definitely be more and more aggressive... I, the Jurchens, have been fighting since now, how could they have given in favor?"

"Is this here?" On the imperial stairs, the emperor responded slowly.

"But..." The voice above suddenly paused, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and his tall figure stood up from the dragon chaise, and his voice rose and roared at the two of them: "This is the Golden Palace... not your backyard, how can two people who lead the other side argue like women?"

He raised his fingers and pointed outside the hall gate.

"Go outside, whoever wins, will come in. This is the Jurchen."
Chapter completed!