The sound of reality, the smell of putrefaction and blood finally woke him up. He huddled on the thatch with the smell of blood and blood. It was still a prison cell. I don’t know when it was, but the sunlight leaked in from the window and turned into a line of light and floating dust.

pillar. He slowly moved his eyes, and there was another figure in the cell. He was sitting on a chair, looking at him quietly.

Tang Minjie also looked at the other party, waiting for the blurred vision to gradually clear up. He panted and moved back with some difficulty, then sat up on the thatch, leaning against the wall, and faced the other party.

"...Is the Kingdom of Jin already dead? There are people coming in and visiting this cell every day..."

He never thought that the figure opposite him would appear in this prison.

He was a tall old man, with his white hair still meticulously combed behind his head, and wearing a brocade robe embroidered with dragon patterns.

"The Kingdom of Jin is still alive, and although Xifu has lost, no one can stop me wherever I want to go in this Yunzhong City."

The God of Grains, Wanyan Xiyin.

Just listen to him say: "Your strategy is too much. Did Ning Yi teach you?"

When he mentioned Ning Yi, Tang Minjie took a breath and said nothing. He leaned against the wall and looked at him quietly. The cell was quiet for a moment.

…

"...I heard someone say that you are Ning Liheng's direct disciple, so I came over to take a look at you. Over the years, I have always wanted to have a face-to-face talk with Mr. Ning from the southwest, and sit down and discuss things. Unfortunately, this is probably not the case.

This is an opportunity. Can you tell me what kind of person Ning Liheng is?"

The young man on the straw mat opposite was silent, his eyes still staring straight at him. After a while, the old man smiled and then sighed.

"Actually, I know a little about what Madam has been doing secretly for so many years. She has saved thousands of Han people, and she has also sent out some information more or less privately. Over the past ten years, the people in the North have

The life of the Han people is miserable, but the one in my house can live like a human being. Outside, they call her "Mrs. Han". She has done countless good deeds, but in the end, you betrayed her... What you did

This matter will be blamed on the Chinese army, and we, the Jin Kingdom, will publicize this, and you will not be able to escape this blow."

When the old man said this, he looked at his opponent across from him. But the young man did not speak, and just looked at him, with a cold mockery in his eyes. The old man nodded.

"Of course, the Chinese Army will tell the outside world that they just surrendered and it was a traitor like you who betrayed Mrs. Han... This was originally a life-and-death confrontation. Believe it or not, they never care about the truth. This is correct... After this time,

The Xifu will eventually be unable to withstand the pressure, and I will go down sooner or later. However, the Jurchen clan is not supported by me alone. The Xifu also has the commander-in-chief, Gao Qingyi, Han Qixian, and the will to learn from the pain. Even without Wanyan.

Xiyin, they will not collapse. We have come this way over the years. How can we, the Jurchen clan, say that no one can survive without us..."

As the old man spoke, his eyes gradually became firm. He stood up from the chair, holding a small package in his hand, probably some medicine for wounds. He walked over and put it next to Tang Minjie: "...

Of course, this is my expectation."

Tang Minjie ignored him, Xiyin turned around, slowly walked a few steps in the prison, and remained silent for a moment.

"...I think of...what I have said to my wife over the years. I have already told her that it is not a good thing for the Jurchens to treat Han people as slaves. More than ten years ago, I told her that we would slowly change

These things were said a few years ago, and before the Southern Expedition started, they were also said..."

"... In my country of Jin, there are few Jurchens. If we want to govern it securely, we can only divide people into three, six or nine grades. Of course, it will be tougher at the beginning, and then it will gradually improve. When Wu Qimai was in power,

Many orders have been issued, and Han slaves are not allowed to be killed at will. This is naturally an improvement...Improvements can be made faster, my wife and I often say this, and we have done some things consciously, but there are always more big things ahead..."

"... Suppressing nobles, fighting corruption, educating new people, and promoting things... In the past ten years, everything has been a major event. The survival of the Han slaves has been eased, so we can only slowly push it back. By the third year of

Years ago, the Southern Expedition was about to happen. This was the biggest thing. I thought about how old I would be after this Southern Expedition, so I told my wife that as soon as this matter is over, I will make the matter of the Han people in Jin Dynasty the biggest thing at the beginning.

We need to do some things to make them live a better life during their lifetime, both for them and for the Jurchens..."

"... One thing leads to another, and in the end, it can't be done anymore. When I see you today, I think of the Jurchens from forty years ago..."

The old man sat back on his chair and looked at Tang Minjie.

"...At that time, the Jurchens were just some small tribes in Hushui. They were small and weak. We were struggling to survive in the ice and snow. The Liao Kingdom was like a behemoth with no horizon. It oppressed us every year! We finally endured it.

No longer able to go on, Aguda started a rebellion, with three thousand against one hundred thousand! Twenty thousand against seven hundred thousand! Slowly, they gained a great reputation! People outside say that the Jurchens are brave, but if the Jurchens are less than ten thousand, they will be invincible!"

"...We slowly overthrew the arrogant Liao Kingdom. We always felt that the Jurchens were all heroes. But in the south, we gradually saw the weakness of you Han people. You live in the best places and occupy the best places.

The best land, the best life, but you are so weak reciting poems and writing poems every day! This is the nature of you Han people!"

The old man's eyes were fierce and he pointed his finger at the other person.

"... When Aguda was about to leave, he told us that the expedition against Liao was completed and it was time to take over the Wu Dynasty... We went south and defeated Bianliang along the way, but you didn't even fight a few decent battles. We were destroyed in the second southern expedition.

The Wu Dynasty occupied the Central Plains. Every time we fought, we massacred our troops. You did not resist! Even the weakest sheep are braver than you!"

"...The third southern expedition, searching the mountains and seas, and fighting all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, has been the same for so many years. Not only are you weak, but you are also fighting among yourself. The only ones who had some backbone during the first Battle of Bianliang

People are slowly being pushed to the northwest and southwest by you. It’s easy to fight wherever you go, even if it’s a city siege... The first time we attacked Taiyuan, Nianhan surrounded it for a year. Qin Shaohe guarded the city.

I had to eat people, but Nianhan just couldn’t get in... But what happened later..."

"...In the second and third southern expeditions, they surrendered at random. In the siege battle, let a few groups of brave men go up. As long as they stand still, they will kill you until you bleed into rivers, and then go in and slaughter you. Why not massacre you?

, why don’t I massacre you, you bunch of cowards! You’ve always been like this—”

The cell became quiet and the old man paused.

"...I...like and respect my wife, and I have always felt that I can't keep killing them, and I can't keep treating them as slaves...But on the other side, you people told me that this is what you are like, slowly

It doesn’t matter if you come. So I waited and waited for more than ten years, until I went to the southwest and saw your Chinese army...and today, I saw you..."

"I know, you were finally forced out..."

He looked at Tang Minjie.

"It turns out... there is actually not much difference between the Jurchens and the Han people. We have been forced to fight in the ice and snow for hundreds of years. Finally, we couldn't live anymore and couldn't bear it anymore. We took up the knife and beat out thousands of people.

Invincible. And you weak Han people have been forced and killed for more than ten years. Slowly, you have been forced into what you are now. Even if you betray Mrs. Han, you still have to get rid of Wanyan Xiyin.

, causing the east and west governments to fall into a power struggle. I heard that you maimed Mandu Daru's biological son. This is not a good method, but... this is ultimately a matter of life and death..."

"But I think, Xiaotang..." Xiyin said slowly, "What I think about most in the past few days is my wife and the children at home. The Jurchens have conquered the world and treat all Han people as beasts.

Treat, finally we have you and Han heroes like the Huaxia Army. If one day, as you said, your Huaxia Army comes and the Han conquer the world, what will you do to the Jurchens? What do you think, if

Your teacher, Mr. Ning, is here, what will he say?"

He looked at Tang Minjie. This time, Tang Minjie finally said with a sneer: "He will kill you all, and there will be no more hands left."

Xiyin also laughed and shook his head: "Mr. Ning would not say such things... Of course, it doesn't matter what he says. Xiaotang, this is how the world turns. The Liao people were unruly and forced out the Jurchens.

The cruelty of the Jin people forced you out. If one day you conquer the world and are equally cruel to the Jin people or others, then sooner or later, there will be other invincible people who will destroy your China.

As long as there is oppression, people will always resist."

The old man stood up. He was tall and thin, with only a pair of eyes on his cheeks showing amazing vitality. Tang Minjie opposite had a similar look.

"It's not easy for you." He said, "If you betray your companions, the Chinese Army will not recognize your achievements, your name will not be left in the history books, and even if someone talks about it in the future, no one will admit that you are a good person.

.However, here today, I think you are amazing...Tang Minjie."

At this moment, it was an afternoon of unknown date. In the gloomy cell, Wanyan Xiyin said to him: "...it was you who defeated Wanyan Xiyin."

Tang Minjie laughed: "Then go and die."

"Yes, but it will take some time... I will." The last thing he said was: "...It's a pity." It seemed that he was regretting that he would never have the chance to talk to Ning Yi.

Then, he turned around and left the cell.

The jailer came again to move the chair and close the door. Tang Minjie was lying on the messy thatch, with the pillars of sunlight slanting past him and dust dancing in it.

He didn't know why Xiyin came to say such a thing, and he didn't know what stage the dispute between the two Dongfus had reached. Of course, he didn't bother to think about it.

At this moment after betraying Chen Wenjun, there were no more things for him to consider. He didn't even bother to calculate the date. Life was his only burden. This was the most difficult thing for him since he came to the clouds and saw countless hell scenes.

A moment of relaxation. He is waiting for his death.

However, the time of death has not come yet.

A few days later, late at night again, there was strange smoke coming from the opening of the cell...

When he woke up, he was on a bumpy carriage. Someone poured water on his face. He tried to open his eyes. He didn't know who was in the dark carriage compartment.

They left the city and had a bumpy ride. Tang Minjie wanted to resist, but the rope was tied to his body and the medicine had not worn off, so he couldn't find the strength.

The carriage stopped somewhere outside the city. It was early in the morning, and a trace of fish belly white appeared on the horizon. He was pushed out of the carriage and knelt on the ground without standing up, because the person who appeared in front was holding

Chen Wenjun was holding a long knife. She had more white hair on her head and her cheeks were thinner. In normal times, he might have ridiculed her and Xi Yin's relationship as husband and wife, but at this moment, he did not speak.

, Chen Wenjun put the knife on his neck.

This is the desolate wilderness outside Yunzhong City. The few people who tied him out spontaneously dispersed into the distance. Chen Wenjun looked at him.

"Do you still remember...after the Qi family incident happened, I went to find you and you told me about the Han slaves?"

The words were low and slow. Tang Minjie looked at Chen Wenjun with puzzled eyes.

In the dim field, the wind moved very softly, and Chen Wenjun's voice was also soft: "At that time, you told me about the dog-like Han slave who was tied up with a chain. He was lame in one leg and had his right hand chopped off.

, his teeth have been knocked out, and he has no tongue... You tell me, that Han slave used to be a soldier... You imitate his screams in front of me, uh uh uh uh, ah ah ah ah..."

The wind stopped in the field, and Chen Wenjun said: "I went to see him."

Tang Minjie shook his head slightly.

"These days, I went to the place where the Han slaves lived outside the city. The people who froze to death last winter have just moved out now... Some of the houses were burned together, and everyone was skin and bones... I went to see...

Some places I knew before but had never seen with my own eyes, I went to that small casino in the south of the city... called Xiaoyaoju... Do you know where it is..."

There were tears in Chen Wenjun's eyes, and Tang Minjie shook his head slightly. He knew all that, and his shaking of the head was for other things.
To be continued...