68 Ice and Snow Fine Material Steamed Buns
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Jiang Qinglan was surprised.
Last time when Liang Chan was in trouble, Madam Xie saved her life.
She was grateful and also liked the generosity and magnanimity of the old ancestor, so she often ordered people to send some food from the Xinghua Restaurant to him.
Occasionally, I kiss her a few times.
But she was just a junior and had received a favor, so how could she be worthy of the post from this ancestor?
She changed her clothes in a hurry, wearing a light cloud-colored gauze shirt and a honey-colored silk cotton skirt with dark patterns. She looked simple, lovely and clean as snow.
She took a carriage to the edge of West Lake and asked the Xie family's servants to lead her onto a pleasure boat.
The Xie family is wealthy, so even though Mrs. Xie doesn't like luxury, the places she travels should not be too shabby.
The outer room of this pleasure boat is decorated with carved rosewood railings and hanging glazed lanterns, while the interior is covered with red auspicious cloud lichen and a landscape screen.
On the vermilion lacquered round table, there was a dazzling array of fruits and flowers.
The sight of the gilded silver chopsticks and the Ge kiln porcelain plates with ice crackle patterns relieved some of the heat.
What’s even more surprising is that a small stream flows out from the corner of the houseboat and passes through the table.
Countless glass cups floated in the middle, and the grape wine they contained shimmered in the water.
Mrs. Xie was gazing through the bamboo curtains of the boat window at the distant, golden-speckled lake. Seeing her approach, she waved hurriedly, "Good girl, come here quickly."
After Jiang Qinglan bowed and sat down, she continued, "It's a bitter summer now, so I came to sit on the lake. I'd appreciate you coming to accompany me."
Without waiting for Jiang Qinglan to speak, she looked him over carefully and said, "Why do you look so much thinner, kid? This is not good."
When Jiang Qinglan heard this, he felt a little sweet and a little sour.
People outside have made the story about Old Madam Xie seem like a miracle, but in her opinion, she is as kind as her grandmother, always caring about her well-being and whether she eats well and sleeps well.
But since the war began, she has been feeling really scared.
Will the story of this era unfold as it did in history? Foreign invasion, the Jingkang Shame?
But there was no one she could tell about her thoughts.
She could only smile slightly: "Maybe it's the bitter summer, my appetite is poor. Today, the old ancestor's pleasure boat is cool and pleasant, I'm going to eat a lot!"
Madam Xie laughed heartily: "That's wonderful. In the past, I always ate yours. Today, you can have a taste of mine."
She called out loudly, "Madame Rong, serve the food!"
A square-faced, wrinkled old woman came forward with a stern look on her face and directed the maids to bring up various dishes in a continuous stream.
But at this time, Jiang Qinglan had no interest in looking at the dazzling array of dishes, and stared at the old woman without blinking.
Aunt Rong?
Jiang Qinglan couldn't help but laugh. You know what, her majestic aura was really a bit like Rong Mama in "My Fair Princess".
"Why, have you forgotten her?" Seeing her surprise, Mrs. Xie explained with a smile, "Liang Chan remembers her slap."
Jiang Qinglan then remembered that it was this Rong Mama who slapped Liang Chan in the Liang residence that day. However, she was too frightened at the time and didn't pay attention for a while.
Now that she recognized her, she stood up, bowed to Rong Mama and thanked her.
Rong Mama said she didn't dare, returned the gift and left with the maids.
Jiang Qinglan looked at the table carefully again, and saw that it was filled with light and delicious exquisite dishes.
Many dishes use a lot of ice, and for a moment there is a white mist, as if you are in ice and snow, with icy skin and bones, and a refreshing coolness.
She was familiar with the water shield and whitebait soup in front of her. It was extremely fresh and tender. It has always been a famous dish in the Jiangnan region and has been passed down to the present day.
This dish, in addition to the traditional essentials of West Lake water shield and Taihu whitebait, also features some dark red shredded ham. Not only does it have multiple layers of flavor, but it also looks stunning in all its green, white, and red hues.
Honey-pickled carved plum balls are also not uncommon.
Nowadays, honey pancakes are popular and are constantly being introduced in various varieties. However, these carved plum balls are sweet and sour and are the most popular and popular, and are often served at banquets.
The method is not difficult. Just remove the core of the green plum, carve patterns on it, flatten it and soak it in honey.
Since it is made of green plums and the wrinkles of the finished product resemble plum blossoms, it is called "carved plum ball".
Not to mention the other fruits and cakes, Jiang Qinglan saw that there were two strange dishes.
On the celadon ice jar with white smoke curling up, there was a layer of gauze soaked in bamboo juice, and on top of it were lotus root slices as thin as paper, almost translucent.
The lotus root eyes are filled with shrimp paste and fish paste, and are white with a hint of red, looking very fresh and tender.
There was some plum sauce and mustard on the small plate next to the ice jar, which should be eaten with lotus root slices.
Seeing Jiang Qinglan's composure, Madam Xie explained:
"This thing was invented by the guys at Chunhelou. They just stuffed fish and shrimp meat into lotus roots and gave it a sour name, 'Ice Skin and Jade Bone Skewer'[1]. To put it bluntly, it's just for cooling down."
After saying that, she picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and immediately put it into her mouth.
Jiang Qinglan followed suit.
After tasting it, I felt that this dish really lived up to its reputation.
The lotus root is tender and extremely crisp, and the shrimp and fish are naturally fresh and sweet. Although there is no ice in the dish, it has been placed on the ice for a long time, giving it a refreshing coolness.
These three states are mixed together, with coolness in crispness and freshness in coolness, and the freshness mixed with crispness is so delicious that it makes people feel like they are chowing down on the cream in their mouths and drinking sweet snow in their hearts.
There is also a dish of icy and fine-grained dumplings, which are small dumplings filled with fish, meat, and seasonal summer fruits and vegetables.
The strange thing is that there is some shaved ice in the bowl, which turns the hot wonton into an iced one, specially for summer consumption.
Jiang Qinglan thought that water shield was smooth and crisp, and whitebait was tender, making them the most suitable for the elderly. He scooped half a bowl of water shield and whitebait soup and served it to Madam Xie:
"Our ancestors, even though it's a bitter summer, the book says: 'Even though ice syrup is refreshing, don't eat too much; don't sleep in a room with thick ice, and don't be cold at night.' The other dishes all contain ice and snow, so eating them on an empty stomach may upset your stomach. It's better to have a bowl of soup first."
Mrs. Xie had originally wanted to eat some fine-grained steamed buns, and her chopsticks were already stretched out. When she saw the fish soup coming up, she took it and said to Xia Yin with a smile:
"Look at her, she speaks so coherently, worthy of being the daughter of Grand Secretary Jiang. Next time you advise me to eat less ice and go to bed early, just say the same thing, and I'll listen to you."
Xia Yin was born into a poor family and only learned a few words from Mrs. Xie. How could he have such knowledge? When he heard this, he laughed and said:
"Mrs. Jiang's knowledge is not comparable to that of me and the others. Otherwise, the prince..." She has always been smart and stopped at the right time.
Xie Linchuan was in Longde Prefecture at this time.
When Jiang Qinglan mentioned him, although he had some romantic thoughts in his mind, the most important thing was the war between Song and Liao. He thought:
It's written in the notebook that the first generation of Dongping King's reputation as "God of War" is half due to his wife. Would Madam Xie understand the situation better?
She asked, "Grandfather, when will our northern border be at peace?"
Madam Xie took the water shield and whitebait soup from Jiang Qinglan, swallowed it with relish, and said casually, "Don't worry, that day will come."
They looked so casual, as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner.
Jiang Qinglan muttered to himself: "Now the Song army is retreating step by step, ceding territory and paying indemnities. How can it be possible to defeat the Liao army? I don't know when peace will come."
Mrs. Xie raised her eyes and saw that she was stirring the steamed buns in the bowl, still with a worried look on her face, so she consoled her:
"Don't be so worried. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up!"
Although he was trying to comfort her, his words were vague and contained no useful information. Jiang Qinglan thought for a moment and then said, "The prince is at the front. I wonder how he is doing?"
Mrs. Xie's eyes lit up. She placed the bowl of water shield and whitebait soup on the vermilion lacquered wooden table with a thud and said with a smile, "You're thinking about him."
Jiang Qinglan felt a little strange in his heart, and pretended to be righteous and said:
"Prince Xie and General Yang first defended Taiyuan to the death, and then he and General Zhu defeated the enemy in Longde Prefecture. Now, the people of Lin'an City and the entire Song State are thinking of them."
Madam Xie laughed heartily, but didn't expose the truth. She simply picked up a glass wine cup floating on the water, put it in her hand, and said casually, "I heard that guy had his arm chopped off in Longde Mansion."
Jiang Qinglan was so frightened that he knocked over the wine cup with a clang. The bright red wine spilled all over the table, his eyes still staring blankly.
Xia Yin immediately called someone to come and clean up.
Looking at her expression, Mrs. Xie thought to herself: This kid really only reports good news and not bad news, so he didn't tell her about this.
She laughed twice and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I won't die."
After happily drinking the wine, she said, "We women risk our lives giving birth. For men, defending their country, it's no big deal if they endure some physical pain."
Jiang Qinglan was still worried and had no appetite for the banquet. He just asked about the affairs of Longde Mansion in detail.
Madam Xie was vague in her response. Finally, she said with a smile, "He will be back soon. You can ask him yourself when the time comes."
For the next few days, Jiang Qinglan was distracted and kept thinking about this matter.
Xue Qi wrote to her, saying that the business arrangements in Jiangling Prefecture were almost complete, and asked her to go there when she was free to take a look in advance and make all the necessary preparations.
She didn't bother to read it, so she just wrote back and told him to make the decision.
That evening, Jiang Qinglan was counting the bills at the counter when Lu Fei suddenly came.
Jiang Qinglan was a little surprised because Lu Fei was very sensible and knew that she felt embarrassed to see him. Except for the time when he exchanged her dowry, he had never been to the restaurant.
This time he changed his attitude and asked to "talk to me for a moment" as soon as he entered the door.
As soon as he arrived at Lukui Courtyard, he said, "I remember when you were little you often said you wanted to go to Dongting Lake to see the Dragon Girl. I have a friend there, maybe you still want to go see her now..."
Seeing the Dragon Girl at Dongting Lake? What a mess!
Jiang Qinglan thought about it for a while before realizing that this was about Liu Yi and the Dragon Girl. It might be the story that Xiao Lu and Xiao Jiang had read at that time.
But Jiang Qinglan was no longer a child at this moment. She understood immediately: "Are you saying that Lin'an is going to be in chaos?"
After the Xining Peace Talks, when the Crown Prince ascended the throne, the Third Prince was named the King of Wu and spent his days in leisure. But according to Lu Fei's previous statement, the King of Wu was very scheming, so how could he be willing to be an idle prince?
If he usurps the throne and the Liao Kingdom invades again, Lin'an will certainly be in danger due to internal and external troubles.
Lu Fei shook his head: "The situation may not be that bad. It's just that after my mentor died, I couldn't protect you in time, and that led to a mistake..."
He always knew his limits, and that was why Jiang Qinglan felt at ease seeing him.
Last time, when they had the plum blossom ice cream at the Jiang family's old house, he hadn't forced her to answer. But this time, he couldn't control himself.
"I can only feel at ease if I send you away first."
Outside the bamboo curtain, the sun is scorching, the spring river water is sparkling, the floating light is golden, the locust trees are tall and the willows are green, and the cicadas are chirping at the top of their lungs.
Now, Mrs. Xie and Lu Fei have completely different opinions.
Jiang Qinglan's mind raced, and for a moment, many images flashed through his mind.
Xie Linchuan's eyes were blazing, like dancing flames: "I will definitely do what you said!"
Old Madam Xie ate her water shield and whitebait soup and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, that day will come."
But there were also the panicked faces of countless people when the city was broken and the screams of humiliation.
Jiang Qinglan naturally knew that what Lu Fei said was the safest option, but...
After a long while, she made up her mind and said to Lu Fei, "Thank you for your kindness. I know what to do."
Lu Fei wanted to persuade her again, but seeing her expression, he stopped and just sighed in his heart.
…
Jiang Qinglan felt relieved after making the decision. After another seven or eight days, everything went smoothly.
Summer dreams are long, and people feel groggy after a nap.
On this day, the little boy Tuantuan was full of energy. He knelt on a wide bench with his butt sticking out, holding a brush in his hand and writing seriously.
Tuantuan is now old enough to start school, so Jiang Qinglan wants to teach her to write a few words first to see if she has any talent.
Fortunately, when Hu Zi was doing his homework, Tuantuan watched him for a long time, so his pen-holding posture was good.
Hu Zi had just finished his nap and came from the Lukui courtyard rubbing his eyes. He saw two girls, one big and one small, sitting on the table facing the elm tree. There were also many watermelons on the table.
He was thirsty, so he walked over, picked up a piece and started to eat it.
He stood behind Tuantuan, chewing on the paper while reading what she had written. Among the piles of paper, the most common drawing was of a large turtle.
There is a large circle with diamond patterns painted on it, and six small circles around it, which represent the turtle's limbs, head and tail.
There were also some with words written on them, with only one big steel fork character written on a piece of paper. Some were "Qing", some were "Tuan", and some were "Jiang".
Hu Zi finished eating a piece of watermelon and finally saw something.
Jiang Qingyuan?
He then asked, "Who is Jiang Qingyuan?"
Jiang Qinglan smiled but said nothing.
Tuan Tuan's neck shrank when he heard that, then he turned his head and glared: "Of course it's me!"
Since she was a child, people around her called her Tuantuan or Tuanjieer. Now that she is going to school, they use her full name.
But she always felt weird and a little ashamed of this new name.
Hu Zi was stunned for a moment, then he leaned on the table and laughed so hard that he fell down:
"Your name is Jiang Qingyuan?! That name doesn't suit you at all! I... I thought your name was Jiang Tuantuan, the fathead fish in the river!"
For Tuantuan, it was nothing for her to be called Fathead Fish, as he had called her that before, but she was really not used to this new name.
Qingyuan, but not as nice as Tuantuan.
At that moment, her face turned as red as a monkey's butt, and she pouted without saying a word.
Sometimes a breeze blew in through the gaps in the bamboo curtains, rustling the leaves of the jasmine pots in the room and spreading their rich fragrance.
Someone whispered, "Jiang Qingyuan's nickname is Tuan Tuan, what's Jiang Qinglan's nickname?"
Jiang Qinglan waved a round fan with a gardenia painted on it and replied casually, "How can I have a nickname?" Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, turned around and looked, and his whole body was shocked.
Xie Linchuan stood in front of the bamboo curtain, holding a black whip in his hand, wearing a black robe with narrow sleeves, a round collar and a crotch, staring at her with burning eyes.
Tuantuan's eyes widened as she murmured, "Thank you, brother. Why haven't you come in so long?" She looked him up and down. "Where have you been? You've gotten so tanned!"
Xie Linchuan burst out laughing.
Hu Zi was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He put his hands under Tuan Tuan's armpits, picked him up and left: "Jiang Qingyuan, let's go to the back to eat watermelon!"
Tuan Tuan screamed as soon as he heard it: "Don't call me that name!"
She was held in her arms, her feet dangling in the air, kicking and thrashing, howling, "Are you blind? The watermelon is right on the table. Where is it in the backyard?"
"Jiang Qingyuan, if I say yes, then yes!" Hu Zi held her with his big hands like a pair of iron clamps and took her away in a flash.
From a distance, another voice could be heard: "This is so annoying! The watermelon juice on your hands is all over my clothes!!"
Here, Jiang Qinglan was a little stunned.
After not seeing him for many years, he had darkened, and the dandy air on his body had completely faded. He was like a newly grown pine tree, with the perseverance of an adult man and the sincerity and innocence of a young man.
Especially those eyes, like stars on a cold night, deep yet sharp. The harsh wind and sand of the border transformed the lazy and domineering Prince Xie, like a rough jade being refined and finally formed.
Xie Linchuan walked two steps in front of her, stopped, tilted his head and smiled brightly: "Are you stunned?"
Jiang Qinglan turned his eyes away, his face slightly red.
Xie Linchuan leisurely waved his black whip and said with a smile, "I received your letter. During the Battle of Longde Prefecture, our army attacked the Liao army's main camp at night, and you played an indispensable role."
Jiang Qinglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
The "night vision pills" made from pork liver and fish floss are really effective, so she has contributed a lot!
A small flying insect came in from outside the bamboo curtain, buzzing non-stop. Xie Linchuan raised his left hand and casually waved it away.
Jiang Qinglan naturally saw this movement, but she glimpsed a bulge on his left upper arm, as if it were bandaged. She remembered what Madam Xie said about him being injured in Longde Mansion.
"Your arm?" she asked hesitantly, with a hint of affection in her eyes and eyebrows.
To be fair, he was defending the city for his country. Even if there had been no past between them, Jiang Qinglan wouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic just based on the word "for the country".
Xie Linchuan would never think so - he has always been servile to her.
This affection, in his eyes, turned into endless tenderness. He smiled even more happily, with deep dimples on his cheeks. His dark face made his white teeth look even whiter.
"Why don't you come closer and see for yourself?"
Jiang Qinglan didn't move. His smooth talk was still as annoying as before!
Suddenly, his arm was grabbed and gently pulled, and he fell into someone's arms. A low voice came from above his head: "Even if my arm is injured, I can still hold you."
Jiang Qinglan's expression changed drastically: "What are you doing?! I didn't promise you anything!"
She tried to shake it off, but the arm was like an iron clamp and she couldn't get it off.
Only then did Xie Linchuan understand that all the hardships he had experienced—
During a night raid on the enemy camp, he was buried in the snow all night; during the siege of Taiyuan, he didn't have a sip of water for three days; during the battle of Longde Prefecture, he was pierced through the arm by a spear.
It was all worth it because of this hug.
Myriad emotions and tenderness turned into a gentle sentence in her ear: "I know. But I miss you so much."
Jiang Qinglan had no idea of his feelings and was shaking with anger. He said in a cold voice, "It's been a year since you left, and you still haven't learned to respect others!" She struggled desperately in his arms.
She resisted fiercely, so Xie Linchuan let her go and let her retreat a few steps, with her eyebrows raised and a look of anger.
Gazing at the face he had been dreaming about, he smiled: "Gone for a year? You remember how long I was gone, right?"
"You..." He had become even more shameless when he came back this time. He was as slippery as a loach and could hear the opposite meaning in whatever you said.
Jiang Qinglan stopped talking and just stared with his eyes wide open.
Xie Linchuan was very satisfied to see her lively look. He sat down at the table and poured himself a bowl of tea.
Jiang Qinglan calmed down and sat down, looking down as he asked, "Didn't you say you were more powerful? How come Yelu Wang is still alive?"
Xie Linchuan paused while pouring tea and sneered, "How can a country with a tyrant ruler have good generals?"
Jiang Qinglan was startled and turned around to look around. Fortunately, the restaurant was empty at that time.
He was even more daring than her to say such outrageous words! But she didn't know if he was talking about Emperor Chengping or Emperor Xining? But she remembered that when Emperor Xining was still the crown prince, Xie Linchuan supported him.
Xie Linchuan refused to say anything more, and simply said, "I came back this time to report military intelligence, and I will go to Jinzhou tomorrow."
After the Xining Peace Agreement, the lands of Taiyuan, Zhending Prefecture and Dezhou were ceded to the Liao Kingdom, and Jinzhou and Daming Prefecture are now the front line of the northern border.
Jiang Qinglan nodded, walked quickly to the front desk, took out a stack of letter paper from the box, and handed it to Xie Linchuan.
"This is what I've been thinking about recently. I don't know if it's useful, so you can try it first."
Xie Linchuan looked at them one by one, and found that they were all unique methods of making military rations:
Cold-resistant bars: animal oil is boiled, mixed with oats and various dried fruits, and solidified into bars. Eating them can resist extreme cold weather;
Fatigue-relieving pills: Add rice vinegar, salt, and sucrose to oats and millet, and stick them with honey to make pills. They can relieve dizziness and fatigue.
Psychedelic Cake: Poppy shells are boiled in water and mixed into military ration cakes to have a mind-altering effect. Poppy shells also have analgesic properties.
Chili sauce: Made from crushed chili peppers and stir-fried with soybean oil, it has a spicy flavor. Suitable for those with scurvy, such as bleeding gums, nose ulcers, and ecchymosis.
Jiang Qinglan pointed at the picture of chili sauce and explained to him:
"This chili sauce is made from the plant you asked Yang Langjun to write me in the letter last time. Many of them have already been planted outside Lin'an City. They've become as popular as potatoes."
Xie Linchuan was originally thinking about these military rations, wondering how she could have come up with this in her little head.
At this moment, when he saw her white finger, his heart immediately felt itchy, and his head was dizzy. He could only see her two cherry lips moving, but he could not hear a word she said.
After suppressing himself for a moment, he finally grabbed the finger and held it tightly: "Don't go to Jiangling, wait for me in Lin'an!"
Jiang Qinglan was shocked. How did he know that Lu Fei wanted her to go to Jiangling? Before she could ask, Xie Linchuan had already let her go, collected the military rations, and strode away.
…
By early winter, Jiang Qinglan finally heard about the response to her special military rations.
Longde Prefecture is in the north, and its winter is colder than that in the Jiangnan region. The accompanying cook used her recipe to make cold-resistant sticks, which could restore physical strength very quickly and were easy to carry, and were well received for a while.
There were also military doctors who collected poppy and millet husks from everywhere to make pain-relieving pills for use in surgical operations.
Time flies, and another year of winter snow has arrived. Although the war is over, people are destined to have a bad winter.
The Emperor Taishang was seriously ill and died on the first day of the first lunar month. The entire nation observed mourning for three months. Emperor Xining, deeply devoted to his father and filled with grief, also fell seriously ill.
Outside the Funing Palace, Crown Prince Zhao You was wearing a black cloak and standing outside, with the cold wind howling behind him.
He was only twelve years old, but he had broad shoulders and a handsome face. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, and his face was serious, making him look very mature.
The door creaked open slowly, and Concubine Meng came out in a graceful manner, wearing a magenta satin gown with colorful sleeves and embroidered patterns, with a golden lotus flower on her head and a hot water bottle in her hand.
Seeing the prince standing beside her, she smiled and said, "So, Your Highness is here."
After saying this, she turned around and scolded the eunuch: "You fool! Why didn't you tell anyone? You let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince blow in the cold wind for half a day!"
Concubine Meng was originally a maid of Emperor Xining. The late emperor was suspicious and cautious. When Emperor Xining was the crown prince, he was often blamed and frightened. Concubine Meng often stayed by his side, comforting him day and night.
When Emperor Xining ascended the throne, the maidservant naturally rose to prominence and became a noble concubine, and her son was also made a king.
Crown Prince Zhao You said very respectfully: "Father's health is of paramount importance. The Imperial Concubine is attending to him. I dare not disturb him. It has nothing to do with the eunuchs."
Concubine Meng smiled awkwardly and left with her maids.
The prince then entered the hall and saw Emperor Xining half-leaning on the bed, staring at a book in his hand in a trance, his eyes red and as if there were tears.
The prince was startled and immediately knelt on the ground: "Father, please take care of yourself."
Emperor Xining shook his head. "These days, every time I think of the words the late emperor said to me when he passed away, holding my hand, I can't sleep or eat. The late emperor said he was ashamed of his ancestors, so... am I not ashamed too?!"
After the Xining Peace Agreement, the lands of Taiyuan, Zhending Prefecture, and Dezhou were ceded to the Liao Kingdom. Far from recovering the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, large tracts of land were ceded instead.
The Crown Prince thought to himself that the Xining Peace Agreement was a foregone conclusion. The priority now was to rectify the army, reform its armaments, and prepare for the coming battle. He absolutely must not hastily provoke the Liao Kingdom.
My great-grandfather couldn't hold on to the throne and abdicated in a hurry. Why did he say these words before he died?
How do we know that the King of Wu was not instigating this?
Just now, when Concubine Meng came out from here, she said something that made my father's eyes red.
He had made up his mind and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Emperor Xining throw the letter on the ground and said angrily, "Send an order, order Zhu Congda to come to the capital immediately!"
The Crown Prince was horrified and was about to speak out to stop him, but he saw Emperor Xining cough violently and spit out a mouthful of blood. The Crown Prince was horrified and had to keep his words to himself and hurriedly called the imperial physician over.
It was not until the spring of the following year that Emperor Xining's illness gradually improved, but his determination to tear up the agreement and declare war on the Liao Kingdom became increasingly firm.
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