The dull thunder rolled across the clouds and rolled over from the end of the sky. The black air was heavy and a heavy rain was about to fall. .

In May, the Jin Kingdom went to Beijing, an ordinary summer.

In the fields on both sides of the country road, farmers and God were rushing to work on the ridges of the fields. The woman wrapped in a cloth towel on her head raised her body and looked at the road. There were children chasing and fighting, scolding her for a few words, and then burying her body.

The convoy advanced on the country road. On the slowly rolling shaft, the curtains of the carriage were rolled up and looked at the swaying green field outside. A child ran over from his sight, and there were busy figures in the fields in the distance.

"It's so beautiful... it's as beautiful as the mountains covered with ice and snow." Behind the curtain was a dusk face, with its beards already gray, and there was more turbidity in its eyes that were left.

After a while, he put down the curtain and the beautiful scenery passed behind him. The long queue spread, the flags fluttered in the wind, and the carriage was shaking. The old one-eyed wolf in the car was still as strong as a black bear. Perhaps it was hot. He took off the round cap of the mink tail and gently placed it aside. His eyes looked through the curtains at the blurry green field outline.

"Eliduo, if the dragon throne was not broken last year, you and I might have seen this scene today? Zong Wang and Zong Gan were obsessed with the throne and always had disputes. If they were children of ordinary families, it wouldn't matter, but they were royal families, princes, and even more proud sons of Wanyan Aguda... uneasy..."

The old man who was talking was the Regent, the Jurchen Marshal Wanyan Zonghan, who is about fifty years old this year, and his burned face is scarred of past honor.

In the carriage, the young man named Eliduo opposite him nodded, "The emperor said, but I think the method of the Wu Dynasty court is also good, the elders are orderly, and the elders are also good to be the emperor."

"That was picked up by scholars from the Wu Dynasty. How could I be so sophisticated?" Wanyan Zonghan smiled, withdrew his gaze from outside, and had some remembrance. "When rushing in poor mountains and rivers, who can catch prey to support his family? He is awesome, everyone admires it, and is also the candidate for women to sneak into the tent... So, on the one hand, there is a new trend and on the other hand, it is a tradition, which is a difficult situation."

The old man looked at the other party, "You, although you are a brother, you don't have to lobby for Zonggan in front of me. It should be his. Sooner or later, it's just Zonggan's body is not strong..."

Elido, Wanyan Zongrao, lowered his head: "The elder brother was accidentally infected when the plague broke out in Datong last year. Fortunately, the imperial doctors in the palace were skilled in medical skills, but they also left the root of the disease, but that was also for the Jin Kingdom."

"I know." After staring at him for a moment, Wanyan Zonghan looked outside again, "It's raining..." Outside the carriage, raindrops hit the ground and fell down in a blink of an eye. You could see figures hiding from the rain everywhere in the fields.

"…This fall will be a good harvest season." He stumbled his lips gently, and the rest floated in and fell on his face, cold.

The team drove into Shangjing on this rainy day and entered the palace.

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A heavy rain fell on the imperial city, filling up water vapor, dripping from the palace eaves, rain curtains woven, and drainage under the eaves gathered into a small river flowing.

The palace maid who was hiding from the rain stood outside with her neck shrank her neck and was cautious, and she didn't dare to come out. There was a sound of throwing things in the Golden Palace.

The flower porcelain, a man-tall person, was pushed to the ground and broken into several pieces.

"When did we use these things to decorate the storefront? As the eldest son of the emperor, I don't want to work hard for the Datong incident and do some face-saving skills to interact with the merchants of the Wu Dynasty to facilitate them, so I am not afraid of being sold by them in the future?" Someone stood in front of a pile of rags and roared at the figure on the empty imperial stairs.

"What do you know? Zong Wang! You have always had strategies, but that was on the battlefield, governing the country... We have only been out of the white mountains and black waters for a few years? Should we rely on the old Liao ministers to govern their past land? We have to learn... but where to learn? We have to learn from our enemies. This is what my father taught us brothers to hunt. Now, thinking about it now, it is not useless to use it at this time, ahem."

On the imperial stairs, Wanyan Zonggan said something, coughing violently, and his face flushed.

Between the two, the younger figures were in the middle of reconciliation. On one side was his second brother whom he had always respected. He had always learned about war from each other, and on the other side was his elder brother, who was very knowledgeable and the eldest son of the Jin Dynasty. Logically speaking, he would be the emperor of the Jin Dynasty in the future, but now the two have become a trend of water and fire. If you want to reconcile in the middle, only the emperor can do it.

Calculate the time, it's almost time he's coming.

"Wu Shu! Go away." Wanyan Zongwang pushed away Wanyan Zongbi who was blocking beside him, and squeezed the other party to walk onto the imperial stairs without a dragon throne. "I want to wake up this bastard who doesn't know the hardships of his ancestors."

Wanyan Zonggan held the imperial stairs Jinzhu and nodded, "It's you who are not awake, the mountain lion camel! Let my younger brother have a long memory and know what the elder brother is a father!"

Behind the hall pillar on the right side of the imperial stairs, a figure flashed out, with wide face and wide mouth, with a lion's mane, a burly and tall figure, and came over naked with bare hands and fists: "The King of Song offended"

The sound fell, and he took a step and punched him.

"I'm afraid of you?"

On this side, pushing Zong Bi's body open, Wanyan Zongwang kicked him, and his soles of his feet pressed against the opponent's fist. In the hall, there was only a dull sound, and the whole person bounced away instantly and took a few steps back.

The soles of the feet rubbed against the ground. When he raised his face, he glared at the other party with a red look, "Awesome, let's come again."

As he said that, he was about to swing his fist. At this moment, the palace gate was pushed open with a bang, and the heavy rain sounded in. Wanyan Zonghan's figure appeared at the door, and Longting walked in inward.

Wanyan Zongwang put down his clenched fist, stared at the figure on the imperial stairs with a fierce look, turned around and strode outward.

"Zong Wang!" The old man spoke, reached out to stop the figure, and the other party avoided it, and walked straight out of the hall gate without answering.

Inside, Wanyan Zonggan walked down the imperial stairs and waved indifferently, "Uncle, don't worry about him, a man... I only know how to fight, and the money and food in the inner palace of Jin Kingdom are almost gone..."

Wanyan Zonghan nodded, but still looked back and looked towards the direction of the hall gate, sighed, and then the emperor nephew in front of him invited him to discuss some of the national affairs this year...

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Outside the palace, there was heavy rain and the angry figure walked out of the palace eaves in the rain and got onto the carriage. When the shaft of the carriage slowly left, "Ahhhh" he couldn't help but let out a long roar in the carriage.

A punch hit the shorter few.

In fact, he felt that he was isolated... What did an isolated prince think? The heavy rain hit the carport, making a crackling sound, and soon someone knocked on the carriage.

A corner of the car curtain was lifted and a letter was stuffed in.

Wanyan Zonghan unfolded the paper in confusion, but the words that caught his eyes were like this: "Deputy Marshal of the Jin Kingdom, Prince Wanyan, was personally opened, and Bai Ning, the admiral of the Wuchao East Factory, was about to get married soon. If there was nothing in the country, you can come to watch the ceremony... only for your and my personal relationship..." There were more than ten sentences, but the figure who looked at the letter frowned tighter and tighter.

He asked the person waiting outside the car, "Who has sent this letter to others? For example, my royal brother?"

"The sender was waiting for the reply in the mansion. According to the man's instructions, he only sent a wedding invitation to the marshal."

Then, the paper was rubbed into the palm of your hand.

"Bai Ning... Wu Chao... private friends... what did he think?" Zong Wang looked at the paper that was crumpled into a ball of paper on his palm, "... Zong Gan... you isolate me... may not be able to let outsiders isolate me, try..."

There was anger in his voice.
Chapter completed!