"I want to go and save my uncle myself! This is not a king saving his subjects, but a nephew saving his uncle! Mr. Xi Yin, I want to take the three hundred lilies and Zhameng'an with me!"
"These hundreds of Hezhameng'an and the hundreds of Hezhameng'an with His Royal Highness the King of Liao are the last bit of the country's foundation." Wanyan Xiyin's expression was almost indifferent. "In the daytime, with good armor and war horses, one can fight ten, but in this chaotic night, it is easy to lose life, military discipline and traces... Your Majesty, do you want to bury the last Hezhameng'an together with the King of Liao?"
"I am the grandson of Taizu."
Hela was silent for a moment, then mustered up the courage to face him. "These two Heza Meng'an were originally the private property of the direct descendants of the Wanyan family... My husband, there is no need to ask about it."
Xi Yin nodded, moved half a body distance away, and then continued to stand with his hands behind his back in the fragrant breeze.
The meaning was very simple - if the king wanted to die, then let him go, and he would not stop him, but he would never participate or agree with it.
The civil and military officials around were all uneasy when they saw this situation... Some were indignant at Wanyan Xiyin's indifference and dominance, while others were angry and puzzled by the king's impulsiveness.
The current situation is that the country has actually collapsed, but the Great Jin Dynasty of the Jurchen Wanyan clan can maintain its political system thanks to the three people: the king Hela, the prime minister Xiyin, and the eldest prince Oben, who form a kind of symbolic union.
As for tonight's events, in essence, everyone hopes that the eldest prince will die and not delay the lingering peace talks.
But at this moment, the king is trying his best to save the crown prince, who is the biggest obstacle to peace talks. Xi Yin's foundation of life is obviously to be a minister and a prime minister, but he wants to part ways with the king!
From this we can see that the Great Jin Dynasty is really going to end!
Wanyan Hela couldn't seem to understand why Wanyan Xiyin acted so indifferent. His impression of Xiyin was not like that... But things had come to this point, and he was a king after all, an eighteen-year-old boy with his own frustrations in his heart. How could he stop there?
So, the man bowed slightly to Xi Yin and said, "Please ask the lord and General Erlubu to protect the queen here. I will be back soon."
After saying that, Wanyan Xiyin just nodded, and Hela could no longer bear it, and he directly raised his sword and went down. Several Moukes in Hezhameng'an looked at each other, and finally three of them chased after him, but the rest were like Elubu, they moved their steps once, but ultimately did not follow.
Xi Yin just stared at the other person's back without any extra expression.
As for the young Queen Pei Man, she was about to chase out wearing only a helmet, but with a wave of Wulin Da Zanmo's hand, she was pushed inside by the eunuch.
At the moment when Wanyan Hela remembered that he was Aguda's grandson and put on his armor to go into battle, his great uncle, Wanyan Woben, was completely in despair.
"Digunai, go away!"
The eldest prince Wanyan Oben had disheveled hair, one hand leaning on a hot knife, the other hand covering his eye that was constantly tearing up, and then staring at his son with the other eye. "They just want to kill me so that they can negotiate peace. You are still small and won't be deliberately hunted down... Break out from the northwest and take your two brothers to find Pucha Huzhan... He is your brother-in-law's uncle. Although he didn't save me just now, he is still trustworthy... I can't leave in this state."
Digunai burst into tears, holding his father's arm that covered his eyes, and it took him a long time to recover: "Son can go... but please tell me... who is it today? I will endure for ten or eight years in the future, and I will avenge my father."
"I don't know either."
Wanyan Oben shook his head repeatedly when he heard this. "I don't know... it could be anyone. There are too many people who want me dead! Everyone wants to negotiate peace!"
"There must be a guess, right?" Digunai became more and more mournful. "As a son, you must give me some hope, right?!"
"Maybe it was the work of the Hesheli tribe, maybe it was also Talai and Yin Shuke, maybe it was the civil officials around the king... Xi Yin, Qin Hui, Wulin Da Zanmo... maybe even Hela (king)... Anyway, it couldn't be Ma Wu." Oben said with a wry smile. "But after my father's death, you can't do anything to Xi Yin and Hesheli for the time being. Don't ask anyone to find out about this matter within ten years. Instead, insist that it was Ma Wu's work... Do you understand?"
"Understand!"
Digunai wiped away his tears and finally let go.
Oben sighed.
Just as Digunai was about to turn around, put on his helmet and break out, he turned back and grabbed his father's arm, then rushed forward and bit his father's ear through his hair. However, because he had been crying for a long time, he could not use much force and only bit out blood.
Oben understood what he meant and pulled out a dagger from his waist and cut off his ear in his son's mouth. Digunai held his father's ear in his mouth and did not take the opportunity to swear any blood oath. Instead, he kowtowed on the spot, then put on his helmet, turned around and broke through with several guards towards the northwest gap left by the enemy.
Over there, his two younger brothers were already waiting.
At the edge of the fire, Oben, whose body and face were covered in blood and black ash, watched his son leave with his ear in his mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief, put on his hot helmet, turned around and rushed to the east, which had not yet been engulfed by the fire but was surrounded by heavy troops. He then shouted Yelu Mawu's name loudly, asking him to come and confront him.
What greeted Wanyan Oben was cheers and a rain of arrows... It was obvious that someone on the other side recognized his voice.
But he had no time to care about these things. After he estimated that his son had escaped, Wanyan Woben turned around and rushed into the core area of his camp like a madman, hacking and killing his two younger daughters and several concubines with a knife... And when he rushed into the room of his wife, Princess Tushan, and found that his wife and Digunai's biological mother, the Queen Mother, had already committed suicide, he finally came to his senses.
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