The Jin army besieged the city, and the Song emperor’s daughter died

For the fish banquet in the evening, Wanyan Sheng specially ordered that the largest and fattest fish be cooked separately for the second prince.

Such favor is envied by all ministers.

The fourth prince, Wanyan Zongbi, approached Wanyan Zongwang and said, "Second brother, I thought that this defeat would make His Majesty have a bad attitude towards us. But now it seems that we brothers are overthinking."

Wanyan Zongwang smiled while drinking fish soup: "As long as we can reconcile with Song Dynasty, even if the military power of the second brother is given up, the second brother has nothing to say."

"Withdraw military power?" Wanyan Zongbi snorted: "Let's see who dares!"

There was a lot of singing and dancing in the hall, and Wanyan Zongbi's voice was not loud enough to attract the attention of others. However, Wanyan Zongwang glared at him and cursed: "Stop talking nonsense."

Wanyan Zongbi murmured: "But having said that, the second brother should be cautious about settling the matter with Song."

Wanyan Zongwang lowered his head to drink the soup, and did not want to explain to Wanyan Zongbi, but Wanyan Zongbi reluctantly told Zongwang: "Although we failed in going south and the entire West Route Army was annihilated, I, Dajin, still have There are tens of thousands of elite soldiers, including the Liao troops stationed in various places, there are a hundred thousand in total, why should we be afraid of the Song people?"

Wanyan Zongwang sighed softly and raised his head: "Did you beat Gao Chong too much?"

Wanyan Zongbi's face fell, and he retorted unconvinced: "When marching and fighting, you don't just fight for the generals."

"Are your cavalry powerful enough to explode with thunderbolts?"

Wanyan Zongbi said nothing, grabbed Zong Wang's spoon, took a spoonful of fish soup and put it into his mouth: "Bah! It's fishy!"

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A few days later, Wanyan Zongwang reported illness.

Caught cold, gastrointestinal discomfort, vomiting after eating.

Wanyan Sheng also came to Zongwang's house several times. Each time he came, he brought several imperial doctors captured from the Liao Kingdom. They asked about his welfare and gave him all kinds of precious medicinal materials, but there was no improvement.

Wanyan Zongwang always mentioned the conditions proposed by the female official in the Song Dynasty to Wanyan Sheng, but Wanyan Sheng always discussed them in a considerate manner.

After a period of time, seeing that there was no solution to the condition, Wanyan Zongbi thought that since the palace doctor couldn't do it, he would look for a doctor in Huining Mansion, maybe there would be miraculous results.

The doctor who was summoned to the house looked, heard and listened and felt that it was not a serious illness.

It's just wind and cold combined with weak spleen and stomach, so it can only be treated.

I took the decoction like this for three days, but on the fourth day, Wanyan Sheng sent someone again and brought some elixirs, which he said were prepared by the imperial doctor and prescribed the right medicine.

Although Wanyan Zongwang felt that the taste of these pills was a bit... strange, he didn't think much about it and followed the visitor's instructions and ate a hundred or so pills at once.

Later, the doctor who treated him disappeared, saying that his family was moving.

The fourth prince, Wanyan Zongbi, who had come to visit him at home before, was suddenly transferred to Yanjing to garrison.

In this huge mansion, only a group of dull servants were left. According to the rules, they poured tea and water every day, boiled water and boiled medicine. They worked diligently and not sloppily at all. But Wanyan Zongwang suddenly felt that in this mansion, It seemed that there was no life left. Regarding their illness, everyone was just taking steps to do what they should do, but no one was really worried.

And whenever they have vomiting and diarrhea, or are in a bad mood and lose their temper, these people will just kneel on the ground, remain silent and let themselves be scolded.

The only one who dared to say a few words was the palace steward, and what he said was something like "The commander-in-chief is kind-hearted, good at taking good care of you, and your majesty is thinking about you." You can't say what's wrong, but it's nonsense you don't want to hear.

Regarding the sudden transfer of the fourth prince Wanyan Zongbi to garrison in Yanjing, Wanyan Zongwang felt that it was not clear that he did not want to take the initiative to return the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun?

Thinking that his fourth brother might have to face the cavalry of the Song Dynasty, or he might end up like Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Zongwang was furious.

Several times I dragged my sick body to the palace to see the saint. Every time I walked from the bedroom to the door of the palace, I couldn't bear the churning in my stomach, and I had to go back to the toilet. I repeated this several times, and I couldn't go out, so Wanyan Zongwang Let the officials go to the palace and pray for Wanyan Sheng to come to the house to see him.

But I went there several times, not to mention seeing Wanyan Sheng, and I couldn't even enter the palace gate.

On this day, a spring rain fell.Zong Wang, who had been ill for half a decade, sat down at the desk with his weak body.

I opened the window and looked at the patter of rain outside. I felt inexplicably sad. In addition to sadness, there was also a trace of shame.

Wanyan Zongwang had never been in such a mood since he went to the battlefield at the age of 13. He only felt that such a pure man like himself, how could he be like a woman who is sad for spring and autumn, looking at the misty rain and hearing the sound of falling rain, Just sad?

shame!
It took me a whole morning to adjust my mood.

After taking the elixir, drinking a bowl of hot porridge, and going to the toilet several times, Wanyan Zongwang spread out his pen and paper. He had to write a letter to Song Ting, hoping that they would not take Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures by force for the time being, let alone If he marches north, he will definitely convince the Jin Emperor Wan Yansheng.

After writing the letter, he summoned his confidants and asked him to work hard and travel under the stars and night to deliver the letter to Kaifeng in the shortest possible time.

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……

Kaifeng in early April is already full of spring scenery.

Some time ago, Zhao Fujin took Li Bangyan, Sima Pu and others to Zhuxian Town in the name of a spring outing.

This town can be regarded as an important town in Kaifeng. It is only about [-] miles away from Feng. It also has land and water docks and is the distribution center for Kaifeng's water transportation. At this time, Zhuxian Town had a population of at least [-]. Apart from the fact that there were no brothel prostitutes in the town It has complete commercial facilities such as restaurants, restaurants, rice noodles, grains and oils.

Most of the residents in the town still make a living by farming. A few of them are more flexible and open shops for business. There are also some people who travel to Kaifeng City all day long to sell chicken feathers.

No one knows why Zhao Fujin went to Zhuxian Town.

But it's definitely not for a spring outing.

After returning to Kaifeng, Zhao Fujin asked the Kaifeng Mansion to compile the details of Zhuxian Town into a book and report it to him.

In the next few days, I hid in the imperial study room and read these books back and forth.

"Guan family, Dean Shen is here." The chamberlain announced softly.

Zhao Fujin raised his head slightly and muttered: "What is he here for?"

The chamberlain sneered: "I don't know. Judging from his face, it doesn't look good."

"Announce!"

As soon as Shen Qiong entered the imperial study, he even forgot to salute and complained to Zhao Fujin: "Guan Jia, that, that Mo Ming, Guan Jia, you asked me to report to the Song Academy of Sciences, right?"

Zhao Fujin put down the booklet in his hand and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You can't deal with it anymore?"

Shen Qiong took a long breath and sighed: "The officials know what kind of person I, Shen Qiong, am. This Mo Ming, when he first arrived, I asked him to read the booklets you gave me at that time, so that he could understand everything in the world. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine and neon... But he looked at it for two days and said he was not interested."

"and then?"

"Then I went to see the production of Dongfeng cannons, and laughed in front of so many scientific officers that I couldn't arrange it this way, and I couldn't make a few in a year."

Zhao Fujin frowned and thought: "What does he mean by this?"

"I don't know what it means. I haven't come to Dianmao these days. I spend all day in a small workshop, tinkering with something."

Zhao Fujin suddenly stood up: "Let's go and have a look!"

Shen Qiong was stunned: "What I want to say is that I can't control this person..."

"Come with me to have a look first!" (End of Chapter)