As if he heard a joke, the young man laughed wildly and laughed with the warriors around him. This unbridled laughter made the young emperor blush, "Is there something wrong? You barbarians defeated the cruel Turks, but you will only be more brutal than them. I would rather die in my robe on the way to charge at the Turks. I curse you." The emperor suddenly thought of the disappearing city wall. Perhaps these barbarians really mastered some evil magic. The emperor shrank back a little.
The young man didn't care about these. "You said that Khitan was a barbarian. It seems that the noble Roman emperor didn't have time to understand the changes in the East. Your so-called noble blood is ridiculous to me. The prosperous place you are proud of is not worth mentioning. Khitan comes from faraway China." Silk Country? The emperor widened his eyes. He loved the smooth silk sold from the Silk Country, but he didn't know much about this country. He listened to the story told by the young man. Khitan, a nation as hard as steel, lived tenaciously on the grassland and grew into a huge empire with tens of thousands of people. Its broad mind and unique civilization form, as well as its eclecticism of other cultures, are amazing. The young man's story came to an abrupt end when Wanyan Aguda decided to rebel against Liao. "Khitan was once so glorious. It had a hunting party with the Tang Emperor, made the Song Emperor humble, defeated the coalition forces of the Seljuk Empire, and killed the Sultan in battle. Emperor Yelu Dashi was a god. He united the Khitans, Han people, Jurchens, Xi people and even Turks, and the Romans were bound to submit to him."
The emperor suddenly remembered his identity as the king of a fallen country. "If Liao was really so powerful, why would you Khitans run to the distant Mediterranean? It seems that the Jurchens succeeded in their rebellion against Liao, and you are just a group of stray dogs." The emperor wanted to gain the upper hand with words, but the young man laughed even more happily. He began to tell the story of the Jurchens, from Aguda taking off his armor and crossing the river, to Lou Shi's horse being washed clean, from Emperor Tianzuo being humiliated and captured, to Emperor Huizong and Emperor Qinzong being invited to hunt in the north. This story is more complete and more moving than the story of the Khitans. The emperor noticed that when he talked about Wanyan Wushu, the young man trembled slightly. After the story was finished, the emperor said in a deep voice, "Are you a Jurchen?" The young man remained silent. "Did the Jin Dynasty you mentioned perish?" Still silent, only the warrior had tears in his eyes. "Who defeated the powerful Jin Dynasty?" The Khitans defeated the Seljuks, who were a headache for the Roman Empire, and the Jin Dynasty drove the Khitans out of the grassland. So what kind of monster would defeat the Jin Dynasty?
Song Dynasty.
Song? The humiliating dynasty whose capital was captured and whose emperor was taken prisoner to perform? The young man whispered the story of Song. He mentioned Bagong Mountain, the recovery of Tokyo, the destruction of Western Xia, the fall of Taiyuan and Damingcheng, and the Roman emperor's knowledge of gunpowder. He mentioned the hundreds of thousands of troops fighting in Huolu, and the story of the ten years of hard work of the Jianyan official who transformed the Great Jin Dynasty into the Great Qing Dynasty.
"What exactly do you want to do?" the emperor couldn't help asking, "Just to refute me, the king of a fallen country?"
"I came, I saw, I conquered! The Great Jin should have conquered everything, instead of living in humiliation as the Qing. The Liao and Song people should have crawled at our feet, the Mongols and Bohai people should have been our slaves, and the Xixia and Goryeo people were not even worthy of carrying our shoes. Why? Why did the Great Jin lose everything!" The young man suppressed his grief and anger. The lonely figure facing south flashed through his mind, and he became more and more angry. "These people are climbing on the heads of the Jurchens, and Hesheli Liangbi and Zhao Liangbi only know how to serve their fathers and don't care about the lives of people like us. Why!"
The young man suddenly drew out his sword, "With the sharp blade in hand, the murderous intention arises. The Qing Dynasty is a dog with broken bones. Liao can be reborn, and so can the Great Jin. I want to make the Great Jin live in this strange land! I moved the Sultan's books, I collected the Ross's atlas, I took the Roman collection, I just wait, wait for the day when the Great Jin will be revived." The young man threw down his sword, drew out a dagger, cut his palm, and smeared the blood on his forehead. The warriors around him followed suit. The smell of blood squeezed into the emperor's nose, making him more sober.
"You mentioned that after the great victory, Emperor Jianyan allowed the Khitans to move westward instead of returning to the Silk Country?" The young man nodded.
"You mentioned that the Khitan people have a small population and need to absorb Jurchen prisoners of war or Han criminals from the Silk Country to supplement the labor force?" The young man nodded.
"You mentioned that the Great Stone Emperor recently dealt with the Three-surname Yehu?" "You mentioned that the Turkic people accounted for an increasing proportion of the Khitan State?" "You mentioned..."
After a series of questions, the emperor's thoughts became clearer and clearer. "Is this how the Khitans treat you prisoners of war?" The young man grinned, revealing the whip marks on his arms.
"Your Great Stone Emperor is truly a genius, able to maintain such a stitched empire. May I ask how is the Great Stone Emperor's health?"
"Emperor Dashi will always be healthy!"
The Roman emperor read the young man's mockery and had the answer in his heart. He asked himself the last question of his life, "Why are you telling me so much?"
The young man finally stopped smiling. "Every time I conquer a place, I will find the local leaders and tell them these stories, just to warn myself and not forget the blood feud with the Great Jin. Young Roman Emperor, your wisdom and courage allow you to choose a wish before you die."
The emperor straightened up and said, "You and Song and Liao have a hatred of extermination, and you and I have a humiliation of national destruction. As an emperor, I cannot die at the hands of pagans. Let me wear a purple robe and let a Christian chop off my head."
The day after the fall of Constantinople, the Roman people were forced to chop off the head of their emperor, Manuel. Before leaving, the Romans sang a sad song, "Many years later, this city will still belong to you, and you will return like lightning." That night, the young man who had been talking to the Roman emperor for a long time silently recited his real name. In his heart, his name was always Wanyan Heng, the name his father Wanyan Wushu left for him when he tied himself up and headed south. "I can't forget." He fell into a deep sleep.
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