Bianjing City, Daqing Palace.

The emperor and his ministers gathered together and held a grand court meeting to discuss how to deal with the Jin soldiers.

Then, Su Qing and Zhao Xiangyun, who came rushing over, made dumplings for them.

The door of Daqing Hall was also closed.

"Who are you? Someone, help me!"

Looking at Su Qing's actions, Zhao Huan had a bad feeling and started shouting.

The main thing is that both Su Qing and Zhao Xiangyun were wearing armor and carrying swords, and it was obvious that they were not friendly.

"This is a place for political discussions. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Why don't you leave quickly?"

"Officials, be careful!"

The ministers in the hall also became agitated and gathered around Zhao Ji and his son to protect them.

The father and son were terribly frightened, fearing that the other party would swing his sword and chop them.

"Dad, big brother, I am Zhao Xiangyun, Princess Renfu."

Zhao Xiangyun sneered and said, "Brother Su is a deity invited by Emperor Taizu to help the Song Dynasty get out of its current predicament."

"The women in the harem are not allowed to interfere in government affairs. You should leave immediately."

When Zhao Ji heard this, it seemed that he indeed had such a daughter.

After hearing what the other party said, his attitude suddenly became tough.

"Let me do it."

Su Qing stopped Zhao Xiangyun who was about to speak and walked forward.

"You are not allowed to harm the emperor, or you will have to step over my dead body."

Tang Ke stood up with great righteousness, which deeply moved Zhao Ji and his son.

"Tang Qinsou, are you Tang Ke?"

"They are the troops you sent away to support the king. They look like dogs instead of humans."

Su Qing slapped him with a slap. Tang Ke screamed and his body turned 720 degrees and fell to the ground.

When he raised his head, everyone was shocked.

The left side of his face was swollen and most of his teeth were knocked out. It was a tragic scene.

With one slap, all the emperor and his ministers present were silenced.

This man is so cruel!

"Who is Geng Nanzhong? Come out and show yourself."

Su Qing asked.

The king and his ministers couldn't help but look at one person at the same time, and Su Qing slapped him again.

With a bang, Geng Nanzhong fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

This style of beating people at the slightest disagreement instantly frightened Zhao Ji and his son.

Even Zhang Shuye, Li Ruoshui and other advocates of war were stunned.

"What a relief! These two bastards deserve to be beaten!"

"It's too easy for them to just give them a beating. In my opinion, they should be killed along with their entire clans, and cut into pieces!"

"Hang their bodies on the city wall as a warning to others. If anyone dares to talk about surrender again, they will be the examples!"

"Actually, the real culprits should be Zhao Ji and his son."

"Yes, without their instructions, these capitulationists would not be able to jump."

Seeing this scene, the group members felt like they had drunk a glass of iced drink in the dog days of summer.

I felt so comfortable and relaxed in my heart!

In the main hall.

Zhang Shuye quickly advised: "Please stop, hero. Beating them will not help."

"Didn't Princess Di say that Emperor Taizu asked you to help the Song Dynasty overcome its difficulties? I wonder what good advice you have?"

Needless to say, as soon as this hero took action, he showed that he was on the same side as himself and advocated fighting.

It doesn’t matter whether to beat Tang Geng or not right now, it won’t be too late to deal with them later.

The most important thing is how to get through this difficult time! "Yes, beating them up is too easy for them, so let's just hang them in the Daqing Palace."

"If anyone dares to talk about surrender again, these two will serve as examples."

Su Qing waved his hand, took out two hemp ropes, and hung Tang Ke and Geng Nanzhong on the beams of the hall respectively.

Zhang Shuye: Is this what I just said?

"Now, we can officially talk."

After doing all this, Su Qing clapped his hands and looked at the king and his ministers present.

"Hero, if you have any good plan, please tell me quickly. If you can really save the Jin army from danger, I will reward you handsomely."

Zhao Huan stood up tremblingly and said.

If he could escape without surrendering, of course he would be willing to do so.

"It's very simple. You should abdicate and let your younger sister Zhao Xiangyun become the emperor."

"I will take action and kill all the Jin soldiers outside the city."

"This crisis has naturally been resolved."

Su Qing snapped his fingers and said lightly.

"What? Abdicate? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Huan screamed and shook his head repeatedly.

He had finally sat on the throne, and if he was asked to give it up, he would rather surrender to the Jin soldiers.

"boom"

At this time, the gate of Daqing Hall was smashed open by the imperial guards outside, and a large group of people poured in.

Zhao Huan instantly felt safe and shouted, "Someone, take this lunatic away and lock him up."

Just as the imperial guards were about to step forward and Zhang Shuye and the others were about to plead for mercy, they heard Su Qing sigh and say:

"Emperor Taizu has ordered me to handle this matter with full authority. I have exclusive authority!"

"Well, if you don't abdicate, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, Su Qing knocked Zhao Huan and Zhao Ji to the ground with a slap, and then beat them with punches and kicks.

"ah"

The father and son screamed in pain and anger: "How dare you offend your superiors and disrespect your majesty, ah."

While beating him, Su Qing asked, "Let me ask you, do you know whether you are in the wrong?"

Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan: "What have I done wrong? Ah, kill me!"

"The Song Dynasty was defeated by you and your son, yet you still dare to make excuses?"

Su Qing hit them even harder, hitting them where it hurt, leaving the father and son with bruised faces and noses, and screaming in pain.

The ministers and the imperial guards wanted to capture Su Qing, but they couldn't even get within three feet of him.

Seeing such a miracle, Zhang Shuye, Li Ruoshui and others gradually believed his words and believed that he might really be able to lead the Song Dynasty out of its predicament.

"What the hero said is true. How many soldiers and horses did you bring? Can you really drive back the Jin soldiers outside the city?"

Zhang Shuye, Li Ruoshui and other pro-war factions looked at each other and asked in a deep voice.

"Zhang Shuye, what do you want to do? You actually believe what this thief said?"

After hearing this, Zhao Huan almost went crazy on the spot.

"Just a few Jin soldiers. One man and one sword of mine are enough!"

Su Qing replied calmly, he flicked his finger and swung his sword, a sharp sword energy swung out.

With a "chi chi" sound, the sword energy cut a deep crack in the sturdy hall.

"hiss!"

The moment they saw the power of the sword, everyone gasped.

Could it be that this person is really a deity invited by Taizu? "Are you two going to give up the throne, or not?"

After shocking everyone with one sword, Su Qing swung his sword across the air and looked at Zhao Ji and his son again.

"Woo woo. I will abdicate and let Renfu be the emperor."

Feeling the cold sword energy on their necks, Zhao Ji and his son dared not complain and lowered their heads in grievance.

The ministers breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was happy that the emperor was willing to bow his head.

"Very good, little sister Zhao Xiangyun, you may sit on the dragon throne."

Su Qing looked at Zhao Xiangyun, who had been silent, and said to her.

"good!"

Zhao Xiangyun said nothing and walked towards the dragon throne step by step under the gaze of the emperor and his ministers.

With a "click", she sat steadily on the dragon chair.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

Zhang Shuye, Li Ruoshui and others took the lead and all submitted to Zhao Xiangyun.

Even the imperial guards in the hall knelt on one knee to show their submission.

Zhao Ji and his son Zhao Huan lay on the ground, full of grievances. What a sin.

"I have just ascended the throne. Anyone who dares to talk about surrender and peace talks will be like Tang and Geng!"

Sitting on the dragon throne, Zhao Xiangyun said with a trembling voice.

"Your Highness obeys your order!"

Everyone obeyed the order.

"Brother Su, I will confer upon you the title of King Qin of the Great Song, a position above all other kings, and grant you the nine gifts, the privilege of 'entering the court without kneeling, praising and bowing without naming, entering the palace with a sword and shoes, holding the imperial seal and axe, and using the emperor's imperial carriage'. You will wear the crown and tassels of a prince, be called a guard when entering and leaving, report matters without calling yourself a subject, and receive imperial edicts without bowing. You will have the right to participate in and discuss politics!"

Then, Zhao Xiangyun looked at Su Qing, the only person standing in the hall, and spoke.

"Well, there's no need. I'll go back after I resolve the siege of the Jin soldiers outside the city."

Su Qing waved his hand. He would not stay in the parallel world of the Northern Song Dynasty for long. The empty title of a king or a prince was meaningless.

The ministers in the hall wanted to speak out in opposition because the reward was too high.

He was ranked above all other kings, was granted the Nine Gifts, enjoyed various privileges, and had the power to participate in politics.

Isn't he the second Cao Cao?

But when they heard Su Qing's reply, everyone was moved.

After resolving this matter, he would go back? Could it be that he was really a deity invited by Emperor Taizu, and would return to heaven after the matter was resolved?

In this case, there is nothing wrong with him enjoying all these honors and privileges.

"Brother Su, just accept it."

"You came all the way across the border to help me, and I have nothing to give you in return."

Zhao Xiangyun persuaded: "This is my sincerity."

Facing her almost pleading eyes, Su Qing thought about it and no longer refused.

"Well, I won't be polite then."

By the way, he has never been a prince, this is the first time.

"Thank you, Brother Su."

Zhao Xiangyun smiled happily, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

"Okay, I don't care how the government is going to handle this, you can do it yourself."

"I should get down to business and deal with the Jin soldiers outside the city."

After accepting the title of King of Qin, Su Qing turned to look at the Jin army camp outside the city.

I thought of the E-class energy sniper rifle in my portable space, and also of the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in this world.

He gave up the idea of ​​using the energy sniper rifle and decided to just fight in hand-to-hand combat.

The glamorous world of the Song Dynasty instantly dazzled the eyes of the Jin soldiers.

They had never seen such a gentle and beautiful woman before. The women of the Jin Dynasty were dark and ugly, and could not compare with the women of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

When it comes to the beauty of women, the Jin Dynasty was far behind the Song Dynasty, not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

Liujia Temple Camp.

Wanyan Zongmou and his generals happily drank wine, ate barbecue, held beauties in their arms, and watched their singing and dancing performances.

Seeing that the capital of the Song Dynasty was about to be breached and could be decided in one battle, how could they not be happy?

Princess Maud Zhao Fujin was held in Wanyan Zongmou's arms, her face full of humiliation. She was the first princess of the Song Dynasty to be specifically demanded by the Jin soldiers and the fifth daughter of Zhao Ji.

Having been trapped in the bandits' camp for two months, she had been thinking about escaping all the time, but she could not see any hope.

"Why do you look like this, Princess? Are you dissatisfied with me?"

Wanyan Zongmou pinched her face and said viciously.

"I don't dare."

Zhao Fujin lowered his eyes to hide the hatred in his heart.

"Don't dare? Well, then go down quickly and dance for me. None of these beauties can dance as well as you."

Wanyan Zongmou leaned over and kissed her hard on the face, then laughed.

All the generals started to make a fuss and asked the princess to dance for them.

The Song Dynasty claimed to be the Celestial Empire and regarded them as barbarians, and always looked down on them.

Now, the princesses of the Celestial Empire and the noble imperial concubines can only crawl under their crotches and allow themselves to be humiliated.

That kind of conquest and destruction really makes people feel refreshed from the bottom of their hearts!

Princess Zhao Fujin of Maude showed despair in her eyes. She had had enough of this humiliating life! But she didn't dare to commit suicide. Wanyan Zongwang said it on the night she first arrived at the Liujia Temple camp.

If she dared to commit suicide, she would be stripped naked and thrown outside the camp gate for everyone to watch.

For a woman at this time, reputation is more important than life, and she dare not take the risk!

"yes."

Thinking of this, Zhao Fujin shed a tear of humiliation.

She stood up and walked to the middle of the tent, ready to dance.

"boom"

At this time, a messenger rushed into the tent, knelt down and reported urgently: "Report to the Second Prince, the Song army has charged and defeated three battles in a row and is heading towards the commander's tent."

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect the Song people to be so courageous. Who is the leader and how many soldiers are there?"

Wanyan Zongmou did not get angry but laughed and said coldly.

"Your Highness, the other party is alone and his identity is unknown."

The messenger replied.

"Huh? Report the military intelligence in a panic. Come on, drag him down and chop him off!"

Wanyan Zongmou's eyes turned cold and he shouted.

"Please spare my life, Second Prince. The enemy is really alone. I did not panic and report the military intelligence."

The messenger who was dragged away pleaded for mercy, but Wanyan Zongmou's eyes showed no emotion at all.

"It seems that not all Song people are softies. There are still one or two tough ones."

Wanyan Zongwang sneered and said to the generals in the tent: "Everyone, follow me and go to see who has such courage."

“Yes!”

All the generals stood up and agreed.

After leaving the general's tent, everyone found a high ground to watch the battle.

After a moment, everyone's expression changed drastically.

It turned out that there was only one man on the Song army side. He was wearing bright armor and holding a long sword, and he went straight into the Jin army camp.

The sword energy was waving all over the sky, looking down on everyone, no one could defeat him, and blood flowed like a river.

In just a moment, thousands of Jin soldiers were beheaded.

Like the sharpest arrow, it pierced into the Jin army camp and tore off a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Please move quickly, Second Prince, and don't take any risks lightly!"

The generals below all changed their expressions and urged Wanyan Zongmou to escape.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. The Jin people also understood this principle.

Wanyan Zongmou's face was gloomy and uncertain. He knew the concerns of the generals, but he could not retreat now.

If he didn't show up, that would be fine. The worst that could happen was that I could just run away.

But the soldiers had already seen him appear, and if he escaped, their morale would plummet.

If he were defeated at this moment, the consequences would be too terrible for him to bear.

"I order you to surround and kill this person with all your strength. Don't let him escape!"

He just couldn't believe it. The entire Liujia Temple camp had 80,000 soldiers and horses, but they couldn't deal with a mere Song person? Even if this Song person was good at fighting and could kill as many people as he wanted, he would eventually run out of energy.

Before the big formation.

“It feels great!”

Su Qing had no idea of ​​Wanyan Zongmou's plan. He waved the sword in his hand and took away the lives of the Jin soldiers one after another.

The sword is a short weapon, the king of all weapons, but it is not suitable for charging into battle.

But with Su Qing's current strength, he is no longer bound by material things, nor is he restricted by swords, spears, knives, and sticks.

Even if you only have a branch in your hand, you can exert extremely powerful power.

The perfected Shadow Step allowed him to travel a hundred feet in one step and move freely on the battlefield.

With the Mountain-Shaking Fist in its perfect state, a light punch could be used to smash even a heavily armored Jin soldier into pieces.

With the Tongtian Stick in its perfect state, he could strike it with a sword and have the same effect as stick techniques, even making a big hole in the sky.

"I look at my sword under the lamp while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. I share roasted meat with my subordinates over 800 miles away, and the 50 strings play the music from the frontier. The soldiers are called up in the autumn battlefield, and the horses are galloping."

Inexplicably, Su Qing recalled Xin Qiji's heroic masterpiece in his mind, which seemed particularly in line with the current situation.

He took action to change the fate of the Song Dynasty not only to complete the task and gain points, but also to make up for his youthful ambitions.

"Where is Wanyan Zongwang? Come out and die!"

Su Qing swung his sword and knocked down a large number of Jin soldiers. He saw Wanyan Zongmou surrounded by generals in the distance and couldn't help but shout.

He didn't know Wanyan Zongmou, but judging from the man's clothes, he seemed to be an important figure among the Jin soldiers.

The sound, like the thumping of a huge bell, could be heard dozens of miles away.

(End of this chapter)