Across the street came four burly men dressed in gold. The leader wore a sable cap, silver earrings, and long braids dangling from each ear. He wore a short-sleeved top with a straight collar, high boots, and a cloud-shaped shoulder belt around his neck. He looked fierce but was dressed elegantly.
The other three people all had black scarves wrapped around their heads, wore round-collared robes, tugu belts around their waists, and black leather shoes on their feet. They seemed to be his followers.
The burly man wearing a ferret hat walked towards Zuixinglou. His steps were steady and powerful, he had a broad back and a loud voice.
"Hahahaha. I've heard about the prosperity of Song Court for a long time, and it's true. It's truly heaven on earth."
An attendant beside him said, "Prince Yun, we should first go to the palace to ask the Emperor Song Ting for the annual tribute."
The sturdy man turned around and glared, "What's the hurry? The Song Dynasty emperor is cowardly and incompetent. If I ask him how many years of tribute he wants, won't he just deliver? I heard in Huining Prefecture that there's a stunning beauty in Songjing named Li Shishi. I want to see how beautiful she is, hahahahahaha."
Zhao Huan had already left Zuixinglou when he saw the four Jin envoys, already displeased. The leader, this bastard Prince Yun, actually dared to tease Li Shishi. He was courting death.
Just as the Jin man, Prince Yun, was about to walk towards Zuixing Tower, Zhao Huan held out his folding fan to stop him.
The Jin man glared at him and said, "Song barbarian, how dare you block my way?"
"How dare you, the Jin thieves and Tartars, come and act wildly in the Song Dynasty!" Zhao Huan retorted without any hesitation.
The attendants immediately became enraged. "This is my Prince Yun, Wanyan Ang, the younger brother of the current Emperor Wanyan Sheng. He's our Great Jin envoy, meeting with your Song Emperor. How dare you be disrespectful to an envoy?"
Zhao Huan was shocked: This person turned out to be the younger brother of the Golden Dog Emperor, and he had a very powerful background.
Jin envoys were often treated like bodhisattvas when they arrived at the Song capital. Cai Jing and Tong Guan were especially servile to them. These Jin envoys inherently looked down on the Song Dynasty, and they hadn't expected to encounter such a reckless individual. So, they resorted to verbal threats.
"This is my young master, and this is the territory of our Song Dynasty. You golden dogs can't run wild just because you want." Wu Ge also jumped out.
"Hmph, do you want to die?" As he said this, the Prince of Yun named Wanyan Ang stretched out his big hand like a palm-leaf fan and grabbed Zhao Huan.
In a flash, Wu Ge attacked Wanyan Ang with his own blow. As the two clashed, Wu Ge retreated a step, while Wanyan Ang stood still. This exchange immediately determined the winner.
Wanyan Ang's three followers drew their scimitars. Zhao Huan was startled. He only had Wu Ge with him, and Cao Dongsheng was just as weak as he was. There were four of them.
The Jin people had committed all sorts of evil deeds in the Song Dynasty, but they had never suffered such humiliation. Wanyan Ang was furious and waved his hand: "Hit them!"
Wu Ge rushed forward and fought with the three servants, while Cao Dongsheng protected Zhao Huan tightly.
Wanyan Ang sneered and rushed towards Zhao Huan. He wanted to catch this Song man and insult and tease him.
Unexpectedly, the three servants Wanyan Ang brought with him were extremely powerful. The three of them entangled Wu Ge. Wu Ge watched Wanyan Ang rush towards Zhao Huan, but he was unable to separate himself. He was shocked and did not rush to help. Instead, he threw something from his waist to him.
Wanyan Ang saw something flying towards him and grabbed it. When he caught it, he found it was a waist badge with the words "Da Nei Yuqian Tongzhi" written on it.
Wanyan Ang held the pad in his hand and smiled disdainfully: "So he is a commander of the imperial court, but it's a pity that his skills are limited. You Song pigs are all useless. The Great Jin warriors can easily defeat you incompetent Great Song soldiers."
"Who says the Jin warriors can defeat the Song soldiers?" A heroic voice sounded.
With a whoosh, a figure flashed over. Before Wanyan Ang could see clearly, the token in his hand was snatched away.
When he looked closely, he saw a man in green standing about ten feet away. He was six feet tall, with a sharp gaze and an imposing bearing.
Wanyan Ang was caught off guard and the man took the initiative, so he flew into a rage: "Song pig is cunning." Then he stretched out his five fingers and pounced on the man, and the two men started fighting.
Seeing their master resorting to violence, the three servants also started fighting with Wu Ge.
Zhao Huan watched Prince Wanyan Ang's fists lash out with ferocious force, each strike accompanied by a roar that seemed to split mountains and shatter rocks. The three retainers surrounding Wu Ge were also as strong as oxen in their combat. He was secretly astonished: No wonder the Jin army was so formidable. These barbaric Tartars fought with such ferocity and courage. My Great Song is weak, and our repeated defeats are likely due to no fault of command. The Liao Dynasty's fall to the Jin was no accident. It seems my Song army needs to train harder.
Look at Wu Ge, it was much easier for him to deal with the three followers. Those three were no match for Wu Ge.
The man was a skilled warrior, easily dodging every attack from Wanyan Ang. He remained composed and said, "Humph, the Jin thieves' martial arts are only so good."
Wanyan Ang's fury grew as the frail scholar before him easily dodged each of his thundering attacks. With a loud roar, he attacked again.
"Good!" The man stopped fighting. Wanyan Ang threw a punch, but the man dodged to the left. His right palm struck out, slamming hard into Wanyan Ang's chest. Unable to resist, Wanyan Ang fell backward.
Looking again, the three servants had also been knocked down by Wu Ge.
"Well, now you know who is stronger, your Jin warriors or my Song soldiers?" The man laughed and threw the token in his hand to Wu Ge, who clasped his fists in thanks.
Wanyan Ang fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and said fiercely: "The Song people are cunning. My Great Jin will soon flatten this Bianjing."
Zhao Huan walked over, waving his folding fan gently, and said with a smile: "My soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty are on high alert, and the imperial guards are guarding every city gate. I'm afraid your Great Jin doesn't stand a chance."
Wanyan Ang still insisted: "Haha. Your Song emperor is afraid of us, the Great Jin. Even if we can't capture Bianjing, when the time comes, we will ask you to give us money to live freely and send us women to make us happy. Your bastard emperor will not agree obediently. Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Huan also laughed, then his face changed: "I might as well tell you, Wanyan Ang. You are Wanyan Sheng's younger brother, the Prince of Yun of the Jin people. I can assure you that you Jin people will never get a penny from the Song Dynasty again, let alone women!"
Wanyan Ang saw that Zhao Huan had an extraordinary background and asked, "Who are you?"
Zhao Huan smiled and patted his head with his folding fan: "You will know."
"You Jin people, how dare you act so wildly in our Song Dynasty territory? Get out of here now!" Cao Dongsheng said in a shrill voice, pointing at Wanyan Ang.
The three followers immediately stood up and helped Wanyan Ang flee in disgrace. Wanyan Ang knew he was no match for the man before him, so he clutched his chest and walked away, saying stubbornly, "Just wait! My Great Jin army will soon surround your Bian Jing. When that happens, I will make the bastard emperor hand you over and tear you to pieces."
When everyone saw the miserable appearance of the four Jin envoys, they all burst into laughter.
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