C143 Greetings

South of Yan Jing City.

At this moment, this vast and flat area had already been set up as a huge stadium. There was a sea of people surrounding it.

Surrounded by willow trees, goose yellow new leaves drooped down, different from the southern dynasty's weeping willow Yi Yi Yi, the willow branch in the north, had less gentleness and more vigor, but their ornamental nature was not strong.

The entire stadium was divided into four main areas. Seated to the south were the nobles of the Jinguo. Other than the current wolf master, almost all the other important nobles were present. Zong Han sat in the middle, looking extremely arrogant, with eight beautiful girls standing by his side, meticulously waiting on him. On his two sides, there were, King of Heaven's Zong Xian, Jin Wushu, Gu Shen and other aristocrats of the Marshal rank.

To the east were the original General Qidan and the Chinese general, along with their families. They were very busy.

Most striking of all were a group of people to the north — a man with braided hair, a woman with braided hair, a left crochet of every color, a man in a narrow suit, and a woman in a fat one. This group of people was actually the "Second Sage" of the Song Kingdom and all the princesses of the imperial concubines.

On the other side, the envoys of the Da Song were seated on seats on the west side, opposite to the officials of the Song Kingdom.

It turned out that this seat had been meticulously designed, obviously to allow Song Kingdom to witness how the "Second Sage" would become a "slave to the north".

Yuwen Xuzhong was an old official, so he immediately understood the meaning of this. His old face flushed red, and he waved a hand as a few of the important members that were monitoring the entire Emissary Group saluted the old master. Then, he immediately rushed over and knelt on the ground, and started crying profusely, "This official, Yuwen Xuzhong, greets the, Shangguan Family …"

At this time, Song Huizong's hair had already thinned from 28 years of wealth to the age of prisoners. His expression was numb as he helped Yuwen Xuzhong up: "Lord Yuwen doesn't need to be so courteous, old stagnation doesn't dare to be called Shangguan Family anymore …"

Everyone knelt down and saluted. Only now did this captive Da Song understand that with the arrival of the envoys, they finally had the hope of returning to the south.

Hua Rong and a group of low level followers stayed behind, mixed in with the bustling crowd, as they did not want to paraphrase the 'tearful eyes' of the show that was about to take place. She even felt that it was very strange. Looking around, if the servant concubine who was nestling in Golden Man's embrace and pouring tea for her, if she wasn't the "Second Sage" 's wife, then she was their daughter, sister, and niece, their clan … How could the "Second Sage" watch without doing anything? Why didn't he even have the courage to commit suicide?

If it wasn't for them, how could those girls have survived until today?

Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation behind her. She turned her head suddenly and saw Jin Wushu, dressed in new clothes, riding on a black horse and walking slowly. When she saw him looking at her, she immediately shifted her gaze away.

Behind him, Wu Qimai was leading a horse.

Jin Wushu was dressed in a brand-new horse attire, his ponytail like black hair was tied up with a gold crown, looking full of spirit and vigor as he went around the field. The valiant people of Jinguo immediately caused the surrounding girls to cheer.

Hua Rong looked at his complacent look coldly, thinking, this guy really likes to show off. When she looked again, she was even more shocked. A few women welcomed him and got down from their horses, two of them were actually and her wife.

This way, the loathing towards Jin Wushu increased even further. This was not the "Salix", but a "demonstration" that would humiliate the monarch and officials of the Da Song!

She looked at the "Second Sage" in the north. Sure enough, they were not looking in her direction. Instead, they were focused on the "conversation of the Emperor and officials". Their expressions were all numb.

She suddenly thought of the phrase "walking dead". Wasn't this group of people walking dead bodies?

However, it was obvious that the humiliation had just begun.

Song Huizong and the other ministers looked up to see a big-bellied woman staggering over. Behind her was an old, arrogant female True Soldier.

The woman was sitting with her head down, looking haggard and ashamed.

Song Huizong was stunned, as were all of the imperial concubines.

Wechsler's kneeled down with tears all over his face: "This servant pays his respects to Shangguan Family, this servant deserves to die a thousand times for his crimes …"

Wechsler's!

The concubine of the "decadence", the birth mother of the present son of the Da Song — — Empress Dowager Wei — actually carried the blood and bones of the Golden Man to pay respects to the "former husband of the Emperor".

Wechsler's knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. However, he didn't dare cry loudly.

Even if they were numb to it, the Song Capture s all shifted their gazes away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Song Huizong hurriedly helped her up with his own hands as tears streamed down his face, "Lady Wei, there's no need to be so courteous. old stagnation has let you down … "

The Golden Army veteran standing at the side said arrogantly: "You said that you can leave once you see him, but now that you have seen him, it's time for us to go right … …"

Actually, the Wechsler's didn't come on his own, but had been forcefully pulled here by him. Now that he had been humiliated in public by him again, he couldn't hold it in anymore and began to wail and cry bitterly.

The veteran snorted, pulled Wechsler's and left.

Everyone looked at this scene with their mouths agape. For a moment, they were unable to say anything.

Hua Rong sat at the side, her entire body trembling in anger, in the blink of an eye, she only saw Jin Wushu's smiling face, full of complacency, the wild arrogance of the victor — Humiliation!

All of this had been arranged by him!

It was something that he and that group of shameless and despicable Golden Man s had arranged together, and it had been arranged since long ago!

The pitiful Zhao had repeatedly told her to hide the "ugly things" from the empress dowager — how could she hide it from him?

Rather than saying that it was the Empress Dowager's shameful affair, it would be more accurate to say that it was himself who fainted, and it was the shame of thousands upon thousands of men in Da Song!

Of the four hundred thousand people who had been disarmed, not a single one was a husband.

Hua Rong closed her eyes in disappointment, unable to watch any longer.

Zha He, who was standing beside her, saw her clenching hands.

Hua Rong forced a laugh: "I'm fine …"

In fact, Zha He had been wondering the entire time, but today, this "The little boys" was too different from yesterday. Although he was still dressed in tight clothes, her complexion was no longer that of a jaundice patient, as if he had just washed her face and removed a layer of "skin" from it.

Along the way, from the very first time they met, Zha He had been secretly observing her. He had always felt that there was something very wrong with this "The little boys", because her eyes were too bright, her lips were too rosy, her eyebrows were too delicate and pretty, and her hands were too soft … How could there be a man like this?

The weather was sunny today, so Zha He peeked over at the moment. He only saw the spring sun shining on her face, giving her a kind of crystal clear whiteness. Even someone as straightforward and innocent as Zha He found this "Han Er man" a bit strange.

He was very uneasy in his heart, not because she was the last follower of the Ambassador of Song, but because of her appearance and her manners-- Could it be that all of Han Er's men were like that? But why not the other Chinese in the envoy?

So he did not go away, but followed her all the time, trying to understand or discover something. He was extremely careful, and for some reason, he subconsciously wanted to curry favor with this "Han Er." He said earnestly: "Are you not feeling well? What do you want? "I'll go get it for you …"

"Nothing."

How could Hua Rong have the mind to pay attention to his expression? She only looked at Zhang Xian and Liu Qi who were around, and did not know what other tricks were waiting for this gathering of the Song people s.

At this time, Zong Han and the others had already lined up, and sat down according to the order. The envoys had paid their respects in accordance with the etiquette, so it was nothing much. However, following that, the Song Huizong and the other prisoners bowed and knelt down one by one. "This subject thanks Grand Prince, Second Crown Prince, and Fourth Prince for their grace …"

Hua Rong stood behind, and looked at the kneeling "Second Saint"!

The Central Plains is full of people, many hot-blooded men are fighting hard, ready for the warm slogan "welcome back to the Second Sage!"

What was the point of welcoming these two back?

She thought of her parents, and how her own clansmen who had died tragically, were all given to her by this slumbering ruler. It was not only her own Hua family.

Retribution, this was the cycle of the Heavenly Dao?

However, why did it have to be insulted like this?

Why was it the turn of the millions of citizens of the Huaiyang to accompany them in death?

She stood to one side and never once faced the Second Saints, not even wanting to speak a word to them. On this point, she supported Zhao Deji without reservation — she definitely could not let these two foolish lords go back and fight for power and gain.

After the salutation, a group of genuine ladies came out to sing and dance. Then, the "Shooting the Willow" competition was about to begin.

On both sides of the field, there were forty willow branch s, each three to four feet long. Each willow branch had a few inches of bark peeled off, revealing a white pole; under the white pole, it was tied with a multicolored handkerchief. According to the rules of shooting willow, the one who can shoot off the white trunk of willow branch and the one who can draw support is the top, the one who can shoot off the trunk but can't catch the branches are the middle, and the one who can't shoot off the branches or the tree branches is the bottom. According to normal circumstances, the prize would be very simple. The winner would have to toast their wine, followed by the winner would receive a cup of honey and the loser would receive a cup of plain water. But this time was different, the winner would not only get a beauty from the Da Song, but also had to be personally toasted by the Song Huizong.

At this time, the auspicious hour had arrived. Two rows of female Genuine Knights appeared, one after the other. With Jin Wushu in the lead, the forty-one female True Knights rode on horses with their entire bodies covered in heavy armor s and wearing heavy iron helmets. One knight was leading the way with a black flag embroidered with a triangle. The other forty people were holding a bow in one hand and a crescent moon arrow in the other. They walked slowly around the field three times.

After all the etiquette was done, Zong Wang, who held great authority, would personally beat the drum. He had the intention to show off, and saw a willow branch wearing a purple handkerchief, and immediately shot the bow, causing the arrow cluster to cut off its white pole. He sped forward, catching the falling willow branch with his hands, then slowed it down. When he reached the audience, he took off his helmet and waved it in greeting. Immediately, he won a deafening cheer.

On the Song Capture's side, the Song Huizong stood up and clapped, but no one could tell how happy he was. Other than forcefully suppressing his fear, what else could he do about it?

Jin Wushu brought along the willow branch s and slowly galloped over. Along the way, many female disciples of the True Fairies threw some of the weaker willow trees and wild flowers on his body, covering their faces.

He stopped at the seat of the envoy from Song Kingdom. Yuwen Xuzhong immediately held up a cup of wine and saluted: "Fourth Prince is very brave."

He laughed indifferently, but stared at Hua Rong. He saw that she was not looking at him, but was talking with Zha He. He was very angry. He was doing it on purpose, she was doing it on purpose, purposely dismissing him.

Whether he was successful or not, she would pretend not to see it.

He walked in front of her resentfully, but she still said something to Zha He, while Zha He, the female Genuine Soldier who had broken down, bent down slightly and paid very close attention to him, as if she was extremely cautious of whatever she said.

He thought of Zha He's words: "He is a good Han Er, unlike the other Han Er …"