Since the Liao army invaded, the situation in the Song Dynasty was like a turbulent. Among the rising talents of the society, most of Zhao Xingde's disciples joined the army and fought with the Liao thieves in blood. Everyone in the world knew that they were the meaning of protecting the country and safeguarding the people. Chen Dong's disciples were mostly stranded in the South China Sea, resettling refugees, working hard to expand the territory of the Song Dynasty. If it were during the Taiping period, it would be a great achievement. On the contrary, on his own, he would camp and fight every day, do some intrigues and party struggles, but his original ideals and ambitions gradually faded away.

Shi Tingjian thought about it and couldn't help but sigh, his expression desolate.

"Do you think you are useless?" Wu Zilong's eyes pierced his heart like a steel needle. "No... mentor," Shi Tingjian instinctively denied it, and after a few words, he whispered: "Student is ashamed."

"Nothing." Wu Zilong shook his head, as if he didn't care.

"Zhang Minghuan was killed by a treacherous party and was sentenced to prison. He once admitted that the so-called scholars and officials were not as good as ordinary farmers who were farming and weaving cloth, and they were not as good as ordinary soldiers who were killed in battles and were not as good as ordinary soldiers. They were not familiar with business and breeding, they were disdainful to run errands and settle accounts, they were not diligent in their four bodies and did not distinguish between grains, and they were really useless. However, the responsibility we shouldered is to protect the word "morality" for the people of the world. The so-called victory over the court is this meaning. Being confident in morality is what we are doing now."

"Yes," Shi Tingjian nodded with shame, "Disciple has received the teachings."

"Duke Zhao Zhongxian once said, 'After China is at peace, all the barbarians will submit to themselves. Therefore, those who fight against foreign countries must first settle the country.'" Wu Zilong continued, "It is the difference between a big country and a small country. A small country has the worries of destruction every day and night, and it is easy to share the same hatred of the enemy. The major affairs of the country are only to resist foreign enemies. However, China has strong national strength, often several times that of neighboring countries. It is the momentum of a mountain to suppress the top of the barbarians. In the face of absolute power gap, any trick is useless. However, because of the vast territory, the situations of each state vary greatly, and it is very difficult to work together to move outward."

"Working together to the outside world?" Shi Tingjian looked strange, and what his mentor did seemed to be the opposite of this.

"Working together to the outside world?" Wu Zilong shook his head and sneered: "It's easy to say, people's hearts are different. The treacherous party is rampant and intrigues. If you just stay verbally, it's a matter of wood to beg for fish. And even if the way of tolerance and tolerance like Chen Shaoyang and Zhao Yuanzhi can be stable for a while, it can't be stable forever." His eyes showed a firm look, both like teaching Shi Tingjian and saying to himself: "What we are doing now seems to be in the opposite direction, but in fact, it is indeed the only way to make China work together. The court quarrels will never end when they stop quarrels. Only by truly eradicating the treacherous party can we completely stop the internal strife in the Song Dynasty and end the party struggles."

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In February, in the capital of Liao, the Gobi grasslands were covered with thick snow, which would not melt until the end of March. Most of the withered plants on the snow were eaten by cattle and sheep, and even the grass roots under the snow were scattered to eat. The north wind swept the snow particles and sand, and rushed forward in the snow fields. The captured royal ministers of the Southern Dynasty survived the bitter cold weather for the whole winter, and more than 200 people died of starvation, and almost every few days they saw the bodies being dragged out.

As hunger and cold as people gradually let go of their shame. The court ordered officials to speak ill of each other for a steamed bun and then fist. If a man dies, the wife of the imperial decree will not remarry, and they will have to starve to death. The ministers are as poor as the county lord, and the rude craftsmen are married as wives and concubines. This kind of shameless and shameless thing has become accustomed to.

By the river, Li Ruobing came to Zhu Ying again, and the two looked at each other.

"Come with me and show you something..."

Listening to his low voice, Zhu Ying's tears rolled in her eyes. Since she rejected Li Ruobing that day, every time she came to the hot river to wash clothes, she could see him from afar. Although it was just a vague glance, it was her only warmth and comfort in this hellish situation. Just over ten days ago, Li Ruobing's figure suddenly disappeared. Zhu Ying was disappointed at first, but later she couldn't help but worry. Today, when Li Ruobing appeared, Zhu Ying almost cried with joy. Unexpectedly, he came over again... Zhu Ying was stunned in the local area, and her heart seemed to be involuntarily following him blindly.

The two of them didn't walk long after crossing a small hill, and the flock of sheep was under the care of Li Ruobing. A small dome tent was placed next to the flock. Li Ruobing kept walking and lifting the tent and took Zhu Ying in. A wool blanket was covered with a few wood in the middle, and a pottery kettle was hung on the middle. The hot white steam kept coming out of the tent, making the tent look very warm. Li Ruobing turned around and looked at Zhu Ying. The place in the tent was small, and the two looked like each other, and they could almost feel the other's suppressed breathing. Zhu Ying's face turned red and then pale again.

"Qingqing, we can't..." She lowered her head, avoided the eyes of the opposite side, and said in a trembling voice, "No...I've already..."

"What can't be?" Li Ruobing's gentle voice mixed with a hint of anger. He looked at Zhu Ying's pale face, put his arms around her shoulders, and felt her body trembling slightly. Li Ruobing whispered, "Sit down first." He gently put it down and let Zhu Ying sit next to the fire. Li Ruobing took off his felt hat and looked at his thin face. Zhu Ying couldn't help feeling sad. Over the past few days, Li Ruobing was almost tortured by the extreme despair, extreme anger, and extreme enthusiasm repeatedly tormented his body and mind. Zhu Ying's words that day kept ringing in his ears, but he could never forget and could not let go.

Li Ruobing took a deep breath and silently took out a clean celadon hat bowl, and placed two white porcelain tea bowls on both sides. When doing these things, he looked focused. Even when he was in Bianliang, Li Ruobing had never been as focused as he was now. The felt tent was so quiet that it was afraid of people, and there was only the sound of boiling water "gu" and "gu" sound. Zhu Ying looked at him doing all this with some concern and whispered: "Qingqing..."

"Look," Li Ruobing interrupted her, her tone a little tough, "The flowers withered, and they can bloom again."

Zhu Ying was slightly stunned. Li Ruobing took out a thin bamboo tube, opened the plug, and shook it gently at the teacup twice. More than a dozen yellow chrysanthemums fell into the hat. He had been searching for the tea set and chrysanthemums for more than ten days. He looked at all this in a daze, and Zhu Ying's eyes were filled with tears. As the boiling water rushed in, the chrysanthemums floated up lightly, rotating along the water flow, like dancing against the green teacup. The withered petals were moistened by water. At the same time, a strong chrysanthemum fragrance filled the entire felt tent. In the dripping water color, the petals gradually filled and expanded, and flowers were blooming... In the hazy white fog, she seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming, and it seemed to be the whisper of swallows in the spring breeze.

"The flowers wither, they can bloom again," Li Ruobing whispered, "Yinger, people are the same..."

Zhu Ying didn't dare to speak, she tried hard to hold it down, because once she opened her mouth, tears would burst out. But when Li Ruobing divided the tea into the bowl and brought it to her, she said softly: "Drink a cup to warm up your body." Her tears finally couldn't help but slip down, and tears fell into the bowl, splashing ripples.

"Yinger..."

"I'm fine, really, it's fine." Zhu Ying picked up the tea bowl and covered her face. The hot and clear tea water flowed down from her lips and teeth. She felt warm all over, sadness, despair, sadness, coldness, everything, and the whole body seemed to be melted by the steaming heat. I don't know if it was because of shyness or the fog, a faint redness floated on Zhu Ying's cheeks, which made Li Ruobing look a little confused.

"Yinger, believe me, we will definitely be together." Li Ruobing grabbed her hand and said in a low voice, "A month later, as soon as the spring begins, the Rilian tribe will go out to drive cattle and sheep out to nomadic. During this period, I will make some arrangements. When the nomadic comes back, I will get horses. At that time, I will take you away. By that time, we will never be separated again." After that, Li Ruobing looked at Zhu Ying nervously, his heart beating violently, as when the two of them were in love. The felt tent suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of the two people breathing softly.

"I'll follow you." Zhu Ying agreed without hesitation. She nodded, and then was held in her arms by Li Ruobing. Zhu Ying only struggled slightly and let herself fall into his arms. The depressed emotions for many years seemed like a volcano erupting. Firewood burned, boiling water rolled, cold wind whistled outside, and endless gentleness and enthusiasm inside the felt tent...

A few miles away, the atmosphere in the tent of the Emperor of Liao Kingdom was even more bitter than the severe winter.

Xiaowulila, Yelu Yili, Xiao Tachi, Wanyan Zongbi, all four were naked, with their hands tied up in a row and knelt on the ground. After the defeat of Jingdong Road, Xiaowulila led his army to retreat rapidly, and was chased and harassed by the cavalry and rebels of the State of Song. He threw away all the supplies along the way. Most of the infantry died of starvation and death, and the cavalry was also seriously damaged. The Liao army troops fled back to the three towns in Hebei. They were about to meet Yelu Tiege leading his army to rescue and counted the people and horses. The cavalry lost more than 13,000 people. The Jurchen camp and the Xi army infantry lost more than 30,000 people. The artillery battalion was almost wiped out, and the signing army and civilians were all thrown to the Song army. The Liao army in Hebei was completely destroyed and could no longer recover Daming Mansion in the short term.

Yelu Dashi issued an imperial edict, and Yelu Tiege temporarily took charge of the three towns in Hebei, suppressed the power of the Song army in the north, and ordered Xiao Olila and four other defeated generals to go to Beijing to conquer the crime immediately. As soon as the four stepped into the imperial camp, they took off their armor, and tied them up one by one.
Chapter completed!