The official who was delivering the order stood by and sat down. After staying for a while, he quickly left amid the laughter of everyone.

After three rounds of wine, five dishes were served.

Someone is here again this time.

The person who came was wearing a big red official uniform, with a majestic appearance, but had a kind face.

As soon as he came in, he laughed and offered a generous gift, and then claimed that he would take advantage of the prince's wedding to ask for a glass of water and wine.

"The treacherous minister."

"Suce Ding..."

Someone in the table had heard of this person's appearance, or perhaps he had seen it from a distance, so he exhaled softly at this time.

When he saw this most powerful official of the dynasty, he came to Guiyunzhuang with such a humble and generous gift. Moreover, he was afraid that Yang Lin would not accept the imperial edict and would show that he was completely inferior to the prime minister of a country.

Even those like Huang Yaoshi who ignore etiquette and law.

At this moment, I couldn't help but look at me secretly.

"Prince?"

Yang Lin is interested.

He put down the wine glass, took the scarf handed over by Huang Rong and wiped his hands, and said with a smile: "Come on it, see what official has the official that the official has enfeoffed me this time?"

Ding Daquan bent down, not daring to make any statement, held the imperial edict in both hands and handed it over his head and presented it.

He knew that the person in front of him was not the one who told you any rules. Now no one in the world can control him.

It is truly an existence that can make a country prosperous and a country destroyed by a word.

How could such an unreasonable existence appear in the Song Dynasty?

Sometimes, Ding Daquan would just scold God for being unreasonable.

He didn't think about it either. If Yang Lin had not appeared in the Song realm, it would be possible that the Song Kingdom would be gone at this time.

Of course, Ding Daquan was just sincerely trying to do his job well at this time.

In other words, he just wanted to stabilize the other party and let him not attack the Song Dynasty's small court, and be able to live a stable life and become his own prime minister, wouldn't it be better than anything else?

As for the face of the Song Dynasty officials.

How much is that worth?

"The King of Yan, the King of Yan, is still sincere.

Ding Lao Guan, go back and report to the official family, saying that I, Lu Guanying, have no interest in his Liuyang leader.

Let him be good, eat and drink, and don’t be too harsh on the people.

As for Yandi, since he has been granted the king, it is naturally as he wishes. I will take it myself."

"Yes, yes, as soon as the prince's army arrives, no one in the world dares to refuse to obey. I wish the prince a success and a battle to determine the tripod."

"You can talk and watch the seat. People come to entertain Master Ding. Now the King of Japan is very happy. It is better to have fun and everyone is happy than to have fun alone. Everyone drinks with their hearts."

Yang Lin arrived at the wine glass, poured it all over, and drank it in one sip.

There was a thunderous sound around.

...

Mobei.

Guo Jing was carrying his mother on his back and holding a spear in his hand. He had already been weak and finally escaped from the pursuit.

After all, they were separated from Hua Zheng and the others.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he carried his mother on his back and went south all the way, never looking back.

When Temujin was killed, he stood far away on the hillside and did not have enough status to get close to watch.

He just looked at Yang Lin from a distance, and each person and sword, slashed the heads of those who were usually arrogant and pressed their noses on their heads, and the leaders easily cut off their heads.

Finally, in front of thousands of elite tribe warriors, they swung their swords to kill their pride.

Then, slowly led a ride and left like an outing and enjoying flowers.

No one dared to stop him along the road, and there was a lot of mourning.

They hate, are ashamed, but they are powerless.

I don't even have the courage to swing the sword anymore.

In fact, they were afraid of being killed.

Yang Lin walked along the way, without any mercy under the sword, killing the bodies piled up like hills and blood flowed like a river.

In just half an hour, nearly 8,000 elite warriors were killed, among which the most powerful generals and the most powerful Tantric monk...

No one could escape from his hands.

Wherever the sword light comes, there is a wave of blood.

How can I fight like this?

When Temujin was killed with one knife, everyone could only watch and at most it was a whine of the defeated dog, and there was no other action.

So, Guo Jing knew that it was time to leave.

This is not my hometown.

A Han man committed such a murderous crime here.

As a Han Chinese, how can I stay on the grassland?

Moreover, in his opinion, the grassland will soon be in chaos.

You kill me and I kill you. Without Temujin's strong suppression, they will not obey each other, and it will be a situation where the wolves are scattered.

Relying on these years, I have developed a good martial arts and increasingly profound Quanzhen internal skills.

Guo Jing can be regarded as an extremely powerful master in front of these grassland warriors.

He was not in love with the battle, but just ran away with his mother, but he really escaped from the grassland and escaped from the pursuit.

After breathing a long breath, Guo Jing's face was covered in blood and suddenly smiled: "Mother, we're going home."

"Yes, I'm back home."

Li Ping also cried and laughed.

Although they are living in residence, they are actually unable to leave the grassland.

If Temujin was not dead, Li Ping would have no second way to escape besides death.

At this time, when I saw my hometown, I was so happy that I cried.

...

"Brother, are you going to the south to join the army? Let's go together."

Several men carried guns on their shoulders, horses on their backs, salutes on their backs, and family members, which was a bit similar to Guo Jing at this time.

"Where is the south?"

Guo Jing was confused.

"The King of Yan issued a entrusted recruitment order, wishing to attract talents from all over the world and to attack the Central Plains in the north.

Maybe, you can still fight to Huanglong Mansion, to Mobei, and to conquer a big dynasty along the way.

If we don’t go to join us at this time, it’s too late, so we can’t even drink a sip of soup.”

"real?"

Guo Jing was delighted.

Although he grew up in Mongolia, he listened to Li Ping's story about his father to help him sleep since he was a child. Of course, he knew that the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains was the dream of the Song people for many years.

"But, who is King Yan?"

Ask this question.

Everyone looked at him like a fool.

Seeing Guo Jing was so uncomfortable.

A gentle middle-aged man smiled and said, "Brother, I think he just came out of the mountain and didn't know that the King of Yan stepped onto the capital and killed the Emperor of Jin;

He went to the desert again to kill the Mongolian Khan... After returning, he was named king on the day of his wedding. He immediately prepared for his troops and prepared to expel the barbarians and restore the Central Plains.

All those who are knowledgeable in the world will go to join us.

I don’t know about it, but the news is too unprofitable.

Let’s go, it’s better to meet by chance than to meet each other... Seeing that my brother is calm and brave, it’s better to go and go together to have a future together.

It’s better to live a life of unhappy life with the plants and trees in the mountains.”

Guo Jing didn't hear anything else too clearly, but just heard one sentence clearly, the King of Yan was married.
To be continued...