Yang Xi stumbled and replied: "King Yan, it's not that we didn't say it at the beginning, but we didn't expect that Your Majesty sent someone to closely monitor Mr. Zheng. Even when he arrived in Chunnabo, he was still far from the sea, and the door was sealed with ice and snow, so the road was difficult to go. A young girl, Zhi's chieftain, came to pay tribute to him, and Your Majesty immediately called him the Grand Tutor. We thought Your Majesty was favorable to his Majesty, for fear of causing His Majesty to dislike..."

"Tell me!" Xiao Xiaoyou said.

It is not enough to be miserable in my heart. The Khitan system is not a Han system, and the Taishi is not worth anything at all. If Zheng Lang surrenders to the Khitan, the Taishi will send a Taigubao, no one will object.

As for the female Naoto, when will they be treated preferentially, this is what they did not cause trouble in the Northeast. However, they did not expect that an unintentional Grand Tutor would miss the big thing.

Yang Xi and Wang Sixing looked at each other, and they felt a little regretful. When they surrendered to the Khitan, the Khitan proposed some conditions to win over, and the other was that Zheng Lang was not allowed to go back. If he could go back, why stay in this cold and painful north?

There is no other way. If you surrender to others, you will have to be angry with them.

Xiao Xiaoyou turned around, calmed down and asked, "Tell me what happened to Zhao Sheng?"

Wang Sixing replied: "We don't know the specifics. It seems that Zheng Xianggong set up a Ping An Prison and found the second gold and silver mine in the Japanese slave country. But he felt pity for the pain of leaving his guards and there were also sea risks. There were many guards stationed in the northeast and had to be rotated. I heard that the female Nao people in the northeast were fierce and had civil wars. Some slaves in the tribe sent people to sneak into the northeast and exchanged cloth tea and porcelain for a batch of slaves. However, after the mine was at the mine, he had strong combat power and came to buy some slaves every year, about 3,000 people. The battle broke out in the northwest. There were few warriors who charged into battle. Zheng Xianggong went from Hangzhou to the northwest and sent these Jurchens to the battlefield in three batches. The third batch was a little late, and it was only sent to the capital after the war ended."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"We don't think it's okay. Until I heard the King of Yan say that May is the last, then Zheng Gong wants to escape, and it seems that he has made a gap in it..."

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In fact, earlier, news came from Youzhou that Zheng Lang would use the Jurchens to escape from the east sea. For this reason, the Song Dynasty sent a famous general Zhang Kang to the east to respond. However, because of the two countries' swept the border spies, there were not many intelligence personnel. After this news came out, many Khitans did not believe it at all. How far from Yuerlu to the beach was? Besides, there were few people in the places, even those geese collectors could get lost in the mountains and unable to come back. Besides, the Song Dynasty people said it was fun, so it was later heard by Youzhou officials.

...

"These Hu people in the north are so powerful," Guo Kui said in the distance.

It was still very cold when I came to Changchun. Zheng Lang thought that if the minimum temperature was minus 20 degrees Celsius at night, but by the end of February, the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River were in full bloom and there was no green in the northeast, but the weather was finally warm.

The temperature at night will not exceed minus ten degrees Celsius, and at noon, it may exceed ten degrees. The car drove to Changchun Prefecture, but heard some Khitan soldiers report that the Yuerlu Lake began to melt partially, so the Khitan monarch and ministers were preparing to discuss returning Yuerlu to hunt geese.

Yuerlu is a deep-water lake, and some small rivers and ditches still have thick ice cubes.

The soldiers brought by this weather have come back to their senses and become energetic, but they are still wearing thick clothes. On the contrary, the Khitans have long been shirtless, and there are even Jurchens who are strong and naked in the wild hunting.

Guo Kui is talking about this. It’s not enough to have a cotton coat. People are wearing a simple animal-skinned robe and are flexible in their actions. But their soldiers are wearing thick cotton coats and trousers. How can they start a war? Besides, it is February. If it is a colder winter month, what about the twelfth lunar month and the first lunar month? This place has become an inconquering territory.

"Zhongtong, it's wrong," Zheng Lang pulled out the sword from his waist and pried away the snow. It was very deep. Although many people stepped on it and were still more than ten centimeters thick, the snow was also melting silently and scattering into the ground. But it was still invisible to the naked eye for a short time.

When he sled opens, it was the ground. Zheng Lang pried out a piece of soil and said, "Zhongtong, look."

It was a ball of oily, black and shiny soil, Zheng Lang said affectionately: "A fertile land."

He handed it to Zong Kui and continued: "It is not uncommon to uncover the actual mystery. If you don't uncover it, you can't figure it out. The rice from the Wanu Kingdom can be introduced to the northeast. At most, the seeds will adapt to the climate and environment here in five years. Once successful, even if it is a single season, its output is no less than that of some polder fields in Jiangdong. Think about it, if the entire Northeast Plain can be sorted out, how much cultivated land can be obtained, one million hectares, or two million hectares. Such high-yield fields can be enough to feed four to five households. One Liaodong alone can feed five or six million households. Besides, I am also planning to introduce several grain crops in the future, which can be suitable for farming in Liaodong. The area of ​​cultivated land will be even more expanded, and it may feed seven or eight hundred households."

Without saying anything, putting down the whip, whether it is Shiwei, Jurchen, or Khitan, is not enough to harm. But Guo Kui also understood Zheng Lang's confusion. Although he did not think it was harmful, he could plant grain on a large scale. What impact would the increase in the population of Khitan and Jurchens have? Unless it is occupied and large-scale immigration. The problem revolves around. If the food is not grown, the soldiers will be very strong and cannot be occupied. It becomes a question of whether there are chickens or eggs first.

The two of them were bored and were talking and playing. Xixia had not solved the problem, so why are they talking about the north?

Guo Kui said again: "It's better to come now."

The Khitan Emperor stayed in Changchun, so the problem was nothing. In any case, Zhang Kang and Yang Bawang would not delay it until the end of March before they arrived here. Even if there were risks at sea, it would be impossible for all ships to get into trouble together. At this time, the weather was getting warmer and cold at night. Unlike the early time, I didn’t dare to leave a tent at night. The cold wind was sharper than a knife. This day, I could travel even at night, and the temperature was low and tolerated.

The weather is better after a while. However, the Khitans wanted to go fishing to hunt geese, and everyone gathered together, unlike now. Because of the fact that hunting was relatively scattered, people were not active at that time, and it was difficult to escape. The weather was warm and went east. Although there were few people, there were still people, and people came out to move together. It was easy to reveal traces. Zhang Kang could also think of it, but Zhang Kang could not control the matter at sea.

"It's almost done," said Zheng Lang.

But at this moment he suddenly felt uneasy.

It's unspeakable.

As he was talking, Cao Cao arrived.

The group of people walked on the snow and rushed to the Khitan camp. Seventy or eighty people were dressed in strange and rough clothes, only Zheng Lang and Guo Kui were looking at it. When the others saw it, they all hunted their own lives, and no one cared about it except a team of guards to greet them.

The older tribes arrived here long before the Liao Xingzong arrived at Yuerlu, and welcomed the Khitan monarch and ministers. After the hook and fish banquet, there were still various small and medium-sized remote tribes coming to worship, not many, but fragmented. In order to show the majesty of a great country, Khitan monarch and ministers were all very polite to receive this.

The pedestrians were getting closer and closer. In addition to riding their horses, there were also some ugly and clumsy carts with luggage and food on them. There were three or four exquisite small cars in the middle of the team, probably tribute to Liao Xingzong.

Judging from the clothes and vehicles, they were very poor tribes. However, these dozens of great men looked very fierce and fierce, and they were also good at horses. The authentic and excellent Khitan horse, which was called Mongolian horses in later generations, had bright hair and strong limbs. Seeing that they were approaching the Liao Xingzong camp, the group, led by the guards, stopped and began to prepare to set up camp. The leaders pushed the small cars and walked towards the Liao Xingzong camp.

Zheng Lang and Guo Kui both showed joy in their eyes.

Many people knew them, including Zhao Zhong, Zhao Sheng, Yang Bawang, Zhang Kang, Zheng Su and Zheng Xia. These people were all gods of killing. Guo Kui turned his head and asked Zheng Lang: "Mr. Zheng, how about we kidnap the Khitan Emperor?"

He probably can't do it alone, but if these tiger generals are added, the Khitan will be unprepared and it will be easy to succeed. Of course, that's a joke. Once this happens, the two countries will inevitably turn their eyes into enemies.

Zheng Lang smiled and stared at Zhang Kang.

Others were not surprised that their hair was sucked. Apart from Yang Bawang, most of them were Jurchens. Zhang Kang also sucked her hair in order to follow him in person. He was used to seeing Zhang Kang's literati, and he thought it was very strange. But this time Zhang Kang was the only candidate. Di Qing didn't believe it. The boss who entrusted him with too big a big deal. Not only did he have kindness to him, Pang Ji also appreciated him, and also felt a headache for Pang Ji and Zheng Lang. It doesn't matter whether Jia Chang's problem was. If he hadn't come to the Khitan, he would be afraid of him being shameless and shameless. Zheng Lang was not afraid of all kinds of methods in the court. He was afraid of Pang Ji, who was too scheming.

Wang Xin is even more of Pang Ji's subordinate. Therefore, there is only Zhang Kang who is the only one.

He whispered: "Zhongtong, you go and arrange it."

Zhang Kang might not be able to understand the inside story, but his actions were a bit careless. He had to write down the incident and give it to Zhang Kang. He couldn't do it himself. Before he could write, four maids surrounded him and grind ink and took paper. It was difficult to drive them away. He would give it to Guo Kui.

"Here," Guo Kui went back.

After a while, Zheng Lang and his thoughts briefly wrote down everything that happened during this period, folded it into a small piece of paper, called Jin Deming, and whispered a few words in his ear. Jin Deming took the order out and came outside.

Zhao Bao and Zhao Sheng had already come out of the big tent, pretending to be a few small tribes deep in Changbai Mountain, and came to pay tribute. Liao Xingzong asked, there were only dozens of households, and the largest was only two hundred households. There seemed to be many people coming, but seven or eight small tribes came together, and the tribute gifts they gave were not very precious. They were not interested, so they said a few words to let them leave.

Several people returned to the camp and started camping, twisting their waists and dancing strange dances. Jin Deming took it as curious and walked slowly to see. Others also saw Jin Deming. Some acquaintances inside were acquaintances. They were very excited and stood up and looked around to see where Zheng Lang was. However, Zhang Kang made an order beforehand, and no one talked to Jin Deming, and they pretended to be nothing and continued to work.

Jin Deming approached, and Zhang Kang also deliberately cooperated to move to the periphery. Then Jin Deming was stunned and almost fell down. He asked Zhang Kang to help him up, and the small piece of paper was handed to Zhang Kang. Jin Deming seemed to come back to his senses, looked at it, and left as if nothing had happened.

Too careful.

However, it is wonderful to be careful. God knows if anyone is staring at him.

As for Zheng Lang, he had already entered the tent. He was afraid that these Fanzi would do something wrong after seeing him, which would make the Khitans notice.

Zhang Kang stood for a while. After entering the tent, he opened the paper ball and saw it. The form was very bad. He immediately ordered his subordinates to put up the tents and all of them into the tents, so that they could not stay outside. Among Zheng Lang's guards, except for Yang and Wang, there were probably some people who were bought by the Khitan. Many of these guards were selected from the northwest, and many of them had to know each other. Fortunately, Zheng Lang took precautions and was afraid that they would come here. Everyone broke through them, and they usually used the excuse of letting them go out for more activities to go out for hunting, and deliberately induced them to hunt in the west. Otherwise, if they came here casually just now, they would probably be hit.

Even if you never imagined this, Zheng Lang would be life or death.

Zhang Yong pondered for a while. The problem was not big. It was impossible to take Guo Kui and everyone else away. It didn't matter if he only took Zheng Lang away. He also wrote a letter and asked Zhao Sheng to take it out.

Jin Deming rode his horse to the wilderness early. It was normal to hunt. Besides, he was just a little man, hunting. Zhao Sheng also came out to hunt with a bunch of faces. It seemed that he had bumped into it unintentionally, but it was a little far away. He entered the depths of the woods on the left and right, and then he ran into the head-on. Without saying much, he quickly staggered the east and west. However, when he was staggering, Zhao Sheng handed the paper ball to Jin Deming again.

The paper ball came to Guo Kui again. Not only did he explain the plan in detail, but he also gave the secret code that he had made an appointment.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is not available.

The biggest magic begins and becomes a magical magic performance. If it fails, it will become a huge joke.

As the sky was getting darker, Yelu Hongji and Xiao Guanyin came in hand in hand. At this time, Yelu Hongji could not know that Xiao Guanyin would be his future queen. The two were several years apart. Although they were elders, they regarded her as their cousin.

Zheng Lang looked at the two of them and said that there was no relationship. Although it was a relationship between the enemy and us, it was a relationship between countries and had little to do with personal relationships. Zheng Lang was not a narrow patriot. If you want to own territories in all directions, you had to learn to be tolerant, as long as it was not as soft as the Song Dynasty.

He seriously explained some Confucianism and the principles of governing the country. Since the Khitan period, only this time he was sincerely speaking without any distractions. Then he asked Yelu Hongji to write two stories and teach Xiao Guanyin to write step by step.

Yelu Hongji wanted to be happy. Could it be that his teacher really liked his little cousin?

"Your Highness, you have to work hard. Take a look. Xiao Guanyin's handwriting is better than you write."

"Here," Yelu Hongji sat upright and replied.

After the second update, the two left under the protection of the guards.

The four maids came to serve him in a loose dress and sleep. Zheng Lang fell down and the four maids left consciously.

Zheng Lang got up in a single night and continued to freeze. There was no way. He had to win at least two to three days to be truly safe. However, now his skin was thick and thick, and he was oily all over his body. He stood in the gap opened by the tent. Although he was so cold that he had goose bumps, he was not as cold as before. Zheng Lang turned his head and looked, smeared the water from the wooden barrel on his body. There was a charcoal fire in the tent, which was still very cold. A small layer of melting ice formed on the water surface, and the water temperature would not exceed one or two degrees.

Finally, my body gradually became frozen and ran to the cold wind. I wanted to cry while blowing, which was so miserable.

The next day, he got what he wanted and Zheng Lang fell ill again.

After hearing the doctor's diagnosis, Liao Xingzong frowned. He was in a state of illness some time ago, but the weather was too cold. Now at the end of February, March is about to enter, so why did he get sick again? What should I do? I had to comfort him, look, it really doesn't work. When he surrenders, when it is cold, he will stay in Youzhou and prevent him from coming out of Nabo.

The Khitan monarch and minister left, Zheng Lang waved his hand, and the four maids had to leave. This made the four maids dissatisfied. They were too strong to be sick and didn't like to see them. Zheng Lang looked at the outside, endured the split head, and said to Guo Kui: "I'll give Zhang Jiyang a secret code, and I have to prepare tonight."

"Mr. Zheng, your body..."

"It doesn't matter if your body is not important. Others don't know, don't you? Zhang Jiyang has to wait in the future. When he comes, he has to leave. Besides, there are many people, and although they have carefully selected them, what if they show their strength? We don't know which guard the Khitan has bribed. If they encounter it, everything will be over. Also, I feel uneasy in my heart. I can't drag it anymore. If I leave, everyone will be safe."

“It’s snowing outside.”

"It's better to snow, just like a horse's hoof print." After Zheng Lang said that, he raised his neck to drink the decoction made by the doctor. He wanted to leave, but his body was in such a state of mind. He endured the headache and gritted his teeth and ate a bowl of porridge. He shrank it into the felt and covered his head and sweated.

Guo Kui left. The sky was gloomy outside and there was heavy snow. This strange scene surprised Zhang Kang. It was soon March, and it was so heavy snow here.

While watching the snowflakes dance, Guo Kui took the people by, coughed lightly, and rang out with a gesture. Zhang Kang nodded secretly. It was enough.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is chaotic.

Zheng Lang woke up with his eyes open. It was already evening. He looked at Guo Kui, and Guo Kui focused his head. Then he came over and asked with concern: "Mr. Zheng, is it better?"

"It's a little bit light and heavy, but better than in the morning."

Guo Kui breathed a sigh of relief and waited for more than a year, just for these five or six days. The key is tonight and tomorrow morning.

Go out and arrange the guards. He chose four more reassuring guards. These four guards Guo Kui secretly observed them for a long time before he felt reliable. There were no more than ten people on his reliable list. He called them and whispered. He still didn't dare to tell the inside story. He only said that no matter what the situation was seen in the past few days, he would not be allowed to make a sound. Or come to his own account to report, even if the sky collapsed.

As the second update came, Guo Kui came to the tent again. Zheng Lang leaned on the bed and thought about his thoughts. He didn't dare to sit up and read books. He would be misleading. Guo Kui asked: "Mr. Zheng, I've shaved it."

That is, hair, shaved all the hair on the top of the head, leaving only a small amount of remaining hair on the temples and forehead for decoration. It has nothing to do with leaving tomorrow, but is used as a cover on the road. After all, there is still a long way to go to the beach.

"Shake it."

Guo Kui carefully shaved Zheng Lang's hair, and after a while, he shaved into the hair style of the Khitan Jurchens. He placed the shaved hair on an oil lamp to light it, and a strange smell came out of the air. Zheng Lang said: "Zhongtong, be careful."

"Mr. Zheng, you must be more careful."
To be continued...