Lin'an City, deep inside the palace. Zhao Gou paced back and forth anxiously, his eyes full of expectation and uneasiness. He has sent messengers to the Kingdom of Jin, Daxia, and Dali respectively, asking them to send troops to help. He knew that this was his last hope. "The official family, the envoys from the Kingdom of Jin, Daxia, and Dali have all set off." A chamberlain walked in and said. "Okay, okay." Zhao Gou responded repeatedly, but the anxiety in his heart did not decrease by half. He frowned, as if he was thinking about something important. At this time, in the distant city of Yanjing, Emperor Wanyan Sheng of the Jin Kingdom was sitting on the dragon throne, looking at the credentials presented by the envoy of the Song Dynasty, with a playful smile on his face. The failure of the battle in the spring is still vivid in my mind. Both the Kingdom of Jin and the Kingdom of Great Xia were defeated by Zhao Yingluo and lost their troops and generals. Now that the Song Dynasty court came to ask him to send troops again, it was really ridiculous. "Wanyan Zonghan, what do you think?" Wanyan Sheng handed the credentials to Wanyan Zonghan who was standing aside. Wanyan Zonghan took the certificate and glanced at it, with a glimmer of greed in his eyes. He knew that the Song Dynasty court was cutting meat to feed the tiger, but they needed the power of the Jin Kingdom to fight against Zhao Yingluo. He pondered for a moment and then said: "I think we can send troops. Since Zhao Yingluo went south to attack the Song Dynasty, Kaifeng City must be weak in troops. We took advantage of Zhao Yingluo's southward absence to take care of Kaifeng and captured Kaifeng City to threaten her rear."
However, Wanyan Zongyi raised objections, "I think it is inappropriate. Zhao Yingluo's power cannot be underestimated. Although she went south, she still has hundreds of thousands of troops garrisoned in Xingzhou and Pingyang. Now that our country of Jin has suffered a new defeat, the morale of Not to mention the capture of Kaifeng, it is still unclear whether we can occupy Xingzhou, not to mention that the number of our artillery and muskets cannot be compared with her army. If we send troops rashly and lose again, the Kingdom of Jin will never have peace again. She has the courage to fight." Wanyan Sheng fell into deep thought after hearing this. He knew that what Wanyan Zongyi said made sense, but he was unwilling to give up this opportunity just like that. He looked at the sky outside the window, his heart full of entanglements and contradictions. At this moment, a guard came in and said, "Your Majesty, the envoy of the Song Dynasty wishes to see you." "Let him come in." Wanyan Sheng waved his hand and said. After a while, the envoy from the Song Dynasty walked into the hall. Although the envoys of the two countries did not have to perform courtesies in front of each other's emperors, this envoy still knelt in front of Wanyan Sheng in order to complete the important task assigned by Zhao Gou. "Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Kingdom of Jin, I have sent my ministers to request the Kingdom of Jin to send troops to help. As long as the Kingdom of Jin can send troops to help your Majesty put down the rebellion, Your Majesty is willing to give all the north of the Yellow River and Xijing to the Kingdom of Jin, and the Jin Silk Give me two million." Wanyan Sheng looked at the envoy of the Song Dynasty kneeling at his feet and frowned slightly. Are all the people in the Song Dynasty court spineless? It was really boring to deal with this weak Song Dynasty court. He knew that this was a helpless move by the Song Dynasty court and also their last hope. But he did not immediately agree to the request of the Song envoy. Instead, he deliberately pondered for a moment and said: "This condition is very tempting, but I have to think about it." The envoy of the Song Dynasty felt nervous when he heard this. He knew that Wanyan Sheng was hesitant and had to consider the interests of the Jin Kingdom under Zhao Yingluo's strength. But he did not dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction, so he could only kowtow and say, "If your lips are dead, your teeth will be cold. If the Song Dynasty allows Her Royal Highness to take power, the first target she will destroy in the future will be the Kingdom of Jin. Your Majesty, please think twice." .” Wanyan Sheng couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart when he saw the envoy from the Song Dynasty groveling. He knew that these Song Dynasty officials were a group of people who were greedy for life and afraid of death. They only knew how to cede territory and seek peace, but did not know how to revitalize the country. He waved his hand and said: "Go down, I will consider your request." The envoy of the Song Dynasty left the hall as if he had been granted amnesty. He knew that half of his mission was completed, and he could only see Yan Sheng's decision next. Wanyan Sheng looked at the leaving figure of the Song Dynasty envoy, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness in his heart. He knew that this decision was of great significance to Jin Guo, but he could not make a decision. He looked back at Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongyi and said, "What do you think?" Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongyi looked at each other and said in unison: "Everything depends on His Majesty's decree!" They knew the entanglements and contradictions in Wanyan Sheng's heart, but they could not make a decision for Wanyan Sheng.
Hearing this, Wanyan Sheng smiled bitterly and said, "This decision is really a headache!" He knew that no matter what decision he made, there would be people who would oppose it, but he had to make a decision. After pondering for a moment, he said: "Preach my will and refuse the Song Dynasty's request!" Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongyi both looked surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect Wanyan Sheng to make such a decision. Wanyan Zonghan couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, why is this?" Wanyan Sheng glanced at Wanyan Zonghan and said, "Because I don't want to make the same mistake again. We already lost to Zhao Yingluo in the spring battle. If we send troops again and still lose, then the Kingdom of Jin really has no chance of fighting Zhao Yingluo. I have the courage. I would rather give up this opportunity than take this risk." After hearing this, Wanyan Zongyi showed a look of sudden realization. He knew Wanyan Sheng was right, but he still felt a little unwilling. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
However, Wanyan Sheng had already made his decision and they could say nothing more. I can only accept this fact silently. In the palace of Lin'an City, Zhao Gou was anxiously waiting for news from the Kingdom of Jin, Daxia and Dali. He knew that his fate was in the hands of these people. He kept pacing back and forth, as if doing so would relieve the anxiety in his heart. However, what he was waiting for was the news that the Jin Kingdom refused to send troops. He felt dizzy, as if the sky was falling. "How could this happen? How could this happen?" He murmured to himself, "Is God going to destroy our Song Dynasty?" He felt a wave of despair welling up in his heart, as if his whole person was plunged into darkness. The capital of Dali is Yangjume City. As the sun rises, the rays of rays shine on this quiet and ancient city, and the splendid palace becomes even more solemn and solemn in the morning light. Duan Zhengyan, the Emperor of Dali, stood in front of the window of the imperial study, with his hands behind his hands. His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers and reach the distant Lin'an City. An envoy of the Song Dynasty stood outside the palace with his head bowed, holding a sealed letter of credence in his hand. It was an urgent letter sent from Lin'an City of the Song Dynasty, requesting Dali to send troops to help. Duan Zhengyan frowned. He knew that this decision would affect the future of Dali. "Your Majesty, the envoy of the Song Dynasty has been waiting for a long time." The chamberlain on the side reminded cautiously. Duan Zhengyan came back to his senses, sighed softly, turned around, walked back to the imperial desk and sat down, "Xuan." He said in a deep voice.
