Reflect the world

Chapter 163 Punishment or reward (third update)

"Have you heard? The Mongolian national teacher was struck to death by a thunderbolt from the Heavenly Man of Song Dynasty."

In the wine shop, a middle-aged man with a thin complexion looked mysterious.

"Hey, of course I've heard about it. There's been a lot of rumors about it. How can the whole Song Dynasty not know about it?"

The tone of the guests in the restaurant was full of excitement.

Over the years, Great Song has been famous for being weak in the face of the Kingdom of Jin and Mongolia.

Taking the initiative to pay tribute to the barbarians, such a shameful thing happened in the Song Dynasty, which made everyone feel ashamed.

And failed again and again on the battlefield.It makes people think of scolding mothers.

They don't care about the specific reasons for the defeat on the battlefield. They only know that the country was defeated again, and the Song Dynasty's tax was increased again.

Today, the head of the Mongolian national teacher was brought back, which is enough to make everyone proud.

"It's not just the head of the Mongolian national teacher, I heard that there is also the head of a prince, who is a descendant of the Jin family, and the blood of Genghis Khan is flowing in his body."

"Such a great achievement, I think the city master who came to Xiangyang City will be promoted to a noble. This is the first time such a huge victory since the founding of the country."

The waiter joined the discussion with excitement.

"Pooh!"

However, a middle-aged man in a book-length gown next to him sneered disdainfully. He said with a disdainful face: "Using weapons in Bianguang to kill a national teacher and prince of Mongolia is an arbitrarily provocative act." At the end of the war between the two countries, it is necessary to put Da Song at a disadvantage."

"I really don't understand why His Majesty the Emperor didn't cut off the head of the Lord of Xiangyang City? Give it to Mongolia to appease Mongolia's monstrous anger."

The middle-aged scholar looked angry, as if the lord of Xiangyang City had dug his ancestral grave.

His completely different point of view from the crowd, and even contrary to his words, made everyone present a little angry.

But this group of people didn't know much information. They wanted to refute, but they didn't know where to start.

At this time, a middle-aged wealthy businessman slapped the table angrily, stood up straight away, and said: "Mongolia goes south every year, burning, killing, looting, doing all kinds of evil. To be fair, to seek justice for the Great Song Dynasty, there are still mistakes."

"If this is wrong, what is the law of heaven?"

"Not bad!"

"Brother said it well!"

"One day the Tartars don't die, my heart is restless."

A group of people rejoiced, but the middle-aged scholar snorted and mocked: "What's the use of arguing here? All the princes of this dynasty have written a letter to impeach the city lord who used weapons rashly, and asked to kill that Xiangyang City Lord, appease Mongolia's anger."

"What? How can this be?"

"The soldiers at the border are fighting bloody battles, and the imperial court will take the initiative to kill those who have meritorious service. What is this?"

"Isn't that celestial being at the border? He will protect the border guards."

The middle-aged scholar smiled disdainfully in the face of these low-class people's blushing arguments.

A group of low-level people are just talking about the government here, and he doesn't even bother arguing with them.

If it wasn't about heaven and man, he wouldn't bother arguing with them about the praise of the city lord of Xiangyang City.

The shop clerk looked surprised, and said in amazement: "Is it really like this?"

The middle-aged scholar stood up, flicked his sleeves with a sneer and said, "Isn't Yue Fei's lesson enough? Someone has to stand up."

He left directly and stopped communicating with this group of low-level people, thinking that communicating with them would insult others' identity.

The wealthy businessman, Xiao Er, and the middle-aged man who spoke before were full of worries, but with their status and status, they could not see the princes of the Manchu Dynasty at all, and they could not get in touch with the situation that stirred up the world.

Fairness and justice can only exist in their hearts, but there is no way to truly put them into practice.

The thin middle-aged man who first talked about this matter sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't want to believe it intellectually, but the fact may be true."

The waiter and the rich businessman looked astonished, and at the same time, there was a sense of sadness in their hearts for no reason.

There are not many such things happening in Song Dynasty. They have experienced a lot. Intellectually, they think that such a thing is very likely to happen, because it is not the first case.

But psychologically, it is difficult for them to agree with such an idea. They hope that Da Song will have some distinctive changes after that heavenly man comes into the world.

Now it seems that even Heaven and Man have not changed the situation of Da Song, and Da Song is still the original Da Song.

At this moment, the waiter greeted the door swiftly and said, "Shopkeeper, you are back."

The shopkeeper with a rich face and a big belly laughed loudly, and said excitedly: "His Majesty ordered that one hundred thousand elite soldiers rush to the border, vowing to fight to the death with the Mongol Tartars, and the person who leads the army is the Lord of Xiangyang. "

"What a joyful event!"

"Sure enough, His Majesty will not let me down."

"There is still justice and justice in the world!"

A group of people were cheering. The middle-aged scholar paused for a while, looked in the direction of the palace, and said with grief and indignation: "How can this be? This is consuming the national fortune of the Song Dynasty. How can Your Majesty be so unwise? What Can a single warrior command an army of [-]?"

A group of people were too lazy to care about this middle-aged scholar, but the rich shopkeeper said excitedly: "I'm happy today, all the bills are waived."

There was another burst of cheers in the restaurant.

And in the center of Lin'an City, in the thick and majestic palace.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Yun had a ruddy complexion, and his originally rich body was a little thinner, but compared with before, he did not look weak, but was leaner and stronger.

This is the effect after drinking a glass of Jiaolong Neidan brewed wine every day, which made the emperor feel satisfied.

He casually threw a memorial to his feet, and told the eunuch beside him, "Burn all of these, I'm upset."

In front of him was the impeachment memorial piled up to the height of half a person, and it was the impeachment memorial of Guo Jing, the lord of Xiangyang City, by the civil officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

"Yes!"

The two young eunuchs skillfully moved away the half-person-high memorial. Looking at their movements, it was obviously not the first time.

Since the death of the Mongolian national teacher and the Mongolian prince, there have been many such memorials, which are very common.

After clearing the memorial on the table, Zhao Yun took out another secret report from Xiangyang from the eunuch, and carefully checked it.

It took a long time before he let out a sigh of relief, put the secret report that came urgently from eight hundred miles away on the table, and sighed: "The way heaven and man march and fight is very different from when I waited here."

The old eunuch looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, and stood aside, like a sculpture, without any expression.

(End of this chapter)