Wende Hall.
"Your Majesty, this is the list of successful candidates for the imperial examination this year." Cao Dongsheng sent over a list.
When Zhao Huan opened the list, he was shocked. A person on the list suddenly appeared in front of him, Qin Hui.
Qin Hui was a treacherous minister in history, the guy who killed Yue Fei. Zhao Huan became furious when he saw his name.
Zhao Huan picked up his pen and tried to cross out Qin Hui's name, but as he began writing, he thought to himself: "That old bastard Qin Hui actually has some tricks up his sleeve. He was initially quite tough on Jin. I want to see what this greatest traitor of all time is really like. If you fall into my hands, I'll kill you."
Thinking of this, Zhao Huan gave up the idea of expelling Qin Hui.
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Yu Bu Tong woke up from his yurt at dawn. This was his first time sleeping in a yurt. He looked at Mei Duo Er, who was sleeping beside him, with infinite love in his heart.
"Go away." Mei Duoer said suddenly.
Yu Bu Tong was shocked because Mei Duoer said this with her eyes closed.
"Are you awake?"
Mei Duoer opened her eyes and said, "Go to your Mongolian country. Although I don't know why you are going there, I know you must have your reasons."
Yu Bu Tong remained silent. Indeed, he really wanted to stay and spend his life with Mei Duoer, but he had a heavy burden after all.
"I will be back." Yu Bu Tong left this sentence.
Mei Duo'er's eyes sparkled: "Will you really come back?"
Yu Bu Tong nodded solemnly: "Wait for me."
Mei Duo'er's face darkened again: "They won't agree. The Tatars won't agree to me marrying a slave."
"Then I'll take you away from here." Yu Bu Tong said in a firm tone.
"Where are you going?" Mei Duoer asked in surprise. Her eyes were shining like the stars in the sky. Yu Bu Tong had never seen such shining eyes.
"Southern Dynasties, Song Dynasty."
"Are you from the south?" asked Mei Duoer.
Yu Bu Tong nodded.
Mei Duoer sighed: "I should have known earlier. I heard that people in the Southern Dynasty are very knowledgeable about etiquette. I, a girl from the grassland, will not embarrass you."
Yu Bu Tong smiled and said, "No, I will take you to see my emperor. He is a very good emperor with great talent and strategy. You have helped us, and His Majesty will reward you."
"Great talent and strategy"—I wonder if Zhao Huan would blush after hearing this. Fortunately, Mei Duo'er didn't know what "great talent and strategy" meant either. She was full of surprise and said, "We'll wait for you to come back. You take us away, and we'll follow you to the ends of the earth."
I was deeply moved: "No matter where we are, our devotion will never waver."
Mei Duoer was very thoughtful. He prepared some cheese and dry food for Yu Bu Tong and made breakfast.
While eating breakfast, the two looked at each other in silence. They both knew that they were about to part, and the sadness of parting hung over them.
Even Qiqige seemed to notice something was wrong. She grabbed the cheese on the table with her little hands and put it into Yu Bu Tong's bowl.
After dinner, Mei Duoer packed his luggage, and Qiqige grabbed the corner of Yu Bu Tong's clothes and refused to let go.
After packing up, Mei Duoer picked up Qiqige and stood outside the yurt, while Yu Bu Tong led the horse over.
"Dad!" Qiqige suddenly shouted at Yu Bu Tong.
Time seemed to freeze, and Yu Bu Tong was deeply shocked as he led his horse. He knew that he would be inseparable from them for the rest of his life.
Qiqige called him "Dad", and the bond between them transcended blood ties. Now, even if Yu Bu Tong died for her, he wouldn't blink an eye.
Yu Bu Tong mounted his chestnut horse and said with a smile, "Qi Qi Ge, you must listen to E Ji and wait for your father to come back. Go!"
The mother and son waved goodbye to him, and Yu Bu set out on his journey alone. He felt full of strength and galloped towards the northeast along the route indicated by Mei Duoer.
If you follow the upper reaches of the Onon River and go further east, you will reach the territory of the Mongol Kingdom, where you might encounter Mongol herdsmen.
Yu Bu Tong rode his horse to a hillside. If he walked up the hillside, he could cross the Onon River and reach the Mongol Kingdom opposite.
"Boom!" Suddenly, thousands of horses galloped down the hill on the left side of the slope.
"Kill!..." The cry of killing shook the sky.
Yu Bu Tong was shocked. He reined in his horse and went to the top of the hill to look down. He saw two armies fighting each other. He recognized that one of them was from the Tatar tribe.
These Mongols were extremely fierce and they charged at each other with scimitars in their hands.
Yu Bu Tong was secretly shocked. He had seen the Jin people besieging the city before. He thought the Jin people were fierce enough, but he didn't expect the Mongols to be even more fearless in battle.
Another Mongolian tribe seemed to have been ambushed by the Tatars, and their people were surrounded by the Tatars.
Yu Bu Tong saw that the hillside where he was was an excellent place to break out, but the besieged Mongolian army was confused. They only saw that countless Tatar tribesmen surrounded them, and could not tell where to break out.
Yu Bu Tong really had no good feelings towards the Tatar people. He vaguely saw that Chishu Shanxia of the Tatar tribe was among them.
After another Mongolian army was surrounded by the Tatars, the circle was shrinking smaller and smaller.
Yu Bu Tong was standing at a high vantage point. He turned his head and saw a rock as big as a tabletop next to him. Only one part of the rock was touching the ground.
Without thinking too much, he found a wooden stick on the river bank, stuck it into the rock, and used the principle of leverage to pry the huge rock down.
Yu Butong exerted force, the rock shook a little, and he exerted force again.
With a creaking sound, the stick broke. It turned out that the wood had been rotten from years of being washed by rain on the shore.
Yu Bu Tong had no choice but to continue searching. The grassland was sparsely wooded, and he finally found a piece of wood in the river, the thickness of an elbow. It was black and hard, and it must have been washed down from upstream.
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