It's just that these thoughts are fleeting.

If Zhao Heng himself was, he would not be able to resist such thoughts and temptations. Even if the Jin people didn't mention it, he would have to find ways to return to his hometown.

Don’t you know that in this way, the upper class of the Jin Kingdom would definitely not be at ease. Not only did people not be allowed to return to the country, but the guards would also be severely severe. Like ordinary Chinese people, Chen Tuo was very concerned about that period of history. In his memory, the Jin Kingdom did have the intention to release the Qinzong, but the upper class had been arguing and never made the final decision. In the end of Zhao Heng’s life, he was unable to set foot in his hometown.

However, Zhao Heng himself has always been thinking about his homeland. In a polo game, he once grabbed the hand of Zongwo, the left deputy marshal of Jin Kingdom, and cried and begged the other party to let him return. As a result, Zongwo was furious and scolded Zhao Heng, which made people strictly guard and not allowed to indulge him.

In this way, Zhao wanted to go back, so he was unable to go back. Every time he asked for release, the shackles on Zhao Heng's neck would be heavier and tighter until he was strangled to death.

Chen Tuo was already sweating profusely when he thought of this. These Jin nobles seemed to have a lot of disputes within and were quite able to use them. In fact, when it was destroyed the Song Dynasty and completely classified all the Han people as slaves, they had no different opinions. Becoming a chess piece among them, they could only be forced by these two powerful forces, and eventually died miserably.

Thinking of this, I already had a certain plan in my mind.

In the battle of wits and tricks, Chen Tuo thought he was no less than anyone. What's more, if he had more wisdom than people, he would rather buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

He made a decision, but he slept very well. He has been running around these days and bumping on the horse's back every day. Zhao Heng's physical foundation is really bad. Chen Tuo insists on his own, but his spirit is much stronger. However, his body is not sufficient. After getting off the horse every day, he feels sore waist and legs hurt, which makes him unable to support him.

Because of this, Chen Tuo secretly didn't know how many times he had been ridiculed by the Jurchens. He himself didn't care, and felt relieved.

In any case, being underestimated by the enemy is better than being valued by others.

This sleep turned and turned. He had just gotten off the horse's back. He was not sleeping in a simple camp or a pit in a small town, but carved wooden houses and bedding mats, soft and comfortable.

But he slept poorly that night, and he had many dreams.

He dreamed of his son and his elderly parents.

And the comfortable big bed and the young wife.

In my sleep, I tossed and turned, but when I woke up in the morning, I was already filled with tears.

He heard someone walking outside, and in a hurry he had to pull over the corner of the quilt, wipe the tears on his face, then cleared his throat, and asked, "Who is outside?"

"The official family is awake? It's Xue Qiang."

Chen Tuo said oh, knowing it was too late, and he was going to pay homage to the Emperor of Jin today. He went too late and seemed disrespectful. The guards were afraid that he would be too late, but they were inconvenient to call him up, so they had to send Xue Qiang, the little devil, to make some noise and wake him up by himself.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and got up, put on his shoes and socks. When Xue Qiang knew that he had gotten up, he hurriedly prepared green salt and clean water for him to wash.

Chen Tuo wiped his face with a towel while looking at the sky. Today is a rare winter day in the north. The sun is dazzling and the light enters the room, making people feel warm and comfortable.

Chen Tuo was anxious, but couldn't feel it. He asked one after another: "Xue Qiang, when is it now?"

Xue Qiang replied: "The official family is now three minutes."

While he said, he helped Chen Tuo clean up his body, but his hands and feet were much number than Chen Tuo's own hands and feet. Chen Tuo walked out quickly, but praised him, "Xue Qiang, your hands and feet are very neat, so it's better to cleanse yourself and serve him in full in the future."

Although Xue Qiang was a young man, he was startled and knelt down to the ground and said to Chen Tuo: "When you go back to the official family, you are a warrior. You only want to serve the frontier and not to harm yourself."

Chen Tuoyuan was a joke. Seeing him like this, he hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, and smiled and said, "Haha, joke, vicious words."

While wiping sweat on his sleeves, Xue Qiang said, "How can you joke about this kind of words? The official family has felt much closer recently, but it doesn't look like an emperor."

Chen Tuo smiled and asked, "What is the emperor like?"

"At least you have to be majestic, you have to say nothing. The official family now gives people the feeling that they are just an ordinary person, which is not good." Xue Qiang shook his head repeatedly, holding a comb in his hand, but his face was solemn.

Chen Tuo laughed at the sight, but he didn't say much about this child. He pretended to be the ancients from the present, and these "ancients" looked at him from an old perspective. Naturally, there were many different details, but they were just unimaginable. He could only wait for the long time in the Ming Dynasty and let them follow Chen Tuo's rhythm.

Since it was the end of the Chen period, it was almost time for the Jin Lord to meet the ministers. At this time, neither Song and Jin were as perverted as the Ming Dynasty in later generations. They had to summon the morning dynasty before dawn. The emperor worked hard and the ministers suffered. But they had a sense of power, thinking that getting up early would bring peace to the country.

As soon as Chen Tuo came out, Kang Chengxun and others were ready to stop working. They each kept a set of official uniforms that were straightforward to the imperial squad. At this time, they changed into each other, but they were full of energy and majesty.

Seeing Chen Tuo surprised, everyone said, "Your Majesty is going to meet the tycoon. We can't underestimate you too much. Although Your Majesty cannot wear dragon robe, we didn't say that we were not allowed to wear official uniforms."

Chen Tuo shook his head and said, "No. One, you must not wear it like this and walk in Shangjing. Two, three or five people will be enough to follow me into the palace."

Kang Chengxun said anxiously: "Your Majesty's safety is important, how about not bringing more people?"

Chen Tuo smiled and said, "So what if you are in a country of tigers and wolves, bringing 10,000 people? Don't say it again, it's better to go there, let Zhongji and Xue Qiang accompany you."

After saying that, after a few young guards changed their clothes, Chen Tuo was wearing green hats and didn't take a car. He found the officials in charge of guarding him at the door of the house to lead the way, and the group walked into the palace like this.

At this time, the Shangjing City was vulgar and narrow-minded, but it was full of vitality. The Liao Dynasty was destroyed, and Emperor Tianzuo was captured and died. From Liaodong, Xixia, and grassland tribes, they all surrendered to the Jin Kingdom on the surface and regarded it as the upper country. In this small Shangjing City, there were many envoys from various countries and tribes, and even the Semi people, who were far away in the Western Regions, had blue eyes and high noses, rushed around the narrow streets of Shangjing City.

Most of the Jin people in the city were from Longyun, high-ranking officials and nobles. Although they were inconspicuous, they all had a proud expression, which made this small city full of indescribable confidence and strength.

This is the confidence that only a country that is invincible in all battles, and it is also the pride and temperament unique to a nation in the rising period. In this case, there were in Xianyang of Qin, Chang'an of Han, Chang'an of Tang Dynasty, Chang'an of Xuan'an, and even in Zhongxing Prefecture in Xixia. However, there was never in Kaifeng, the Song Dynasty, which is known as the country of the world and the foundation of civilization.

The deeper the civilization, the longer the longer the enlightenment, the more the spirit is lost. The so-called barbarism over civilization has become an unbreakable truth for thousands of years. The Jin people were like this at this time, but the Mongols a hundred years later beat their descendants of civilization to no avail. The various miserable and sadness in the process were even more tragic than the Song people that day.

Chen Tuo just sighed in his heart, but he also knew that in this world, no one would listen to the grand theories he thought in his heart, and he would not see a thousand years later. In this world, the iron spear in the hands of the golden man was the truth!

The city was small. After only half an hour, they had already arrived outside the palace. But they heard the officer leading the team say to Chen Tuo: "I am very impatient, please wait here. The official will enter the palace and see if your Majesty summoned me."

This Jin Dynasty official was a Han official, but he had no respect for Chen Tuo in his words.

Seeing him talking with his head raised, Zhong Ji and others were all angry, but Chen Tuo didn't care and said, "Please trouble your official."

The official nodded, turned around and headed towards the palace gate. Several Jin soldiers guarding the gate stepped forward to check. He took out his waist sign and was put in.
Chapter completed!