On March 26th, the situation in Yanjing remained the same.
Nianhan led a hundred or eighty armored warriors out early in the morning and slowly headed towards the direction of the Shangshu Terrace in Yanjing left over from the Liao Dynasty. While he was walking, countless Jin nobles, each with their own armored cavalry and attendants, gathered one after another.
You have to know that the Grand Marshal Wanyan Nianhan has been the top figure of the Jin Dynasty for decades, and has always been in charge of military and political affairs. He is not a fool. He knows very well that if he really wants to promote democracy at the highest level, there are only three or four people in his family. If the three brothers on the other side win over Talan, who else will be left? Although it will not cause any problems, it will be embarrassing if he loses face and then uses force.
Therefore, he notified many of his old subordinates and friends, all of whom were hereditary Meng'an and Mouke, early on, and asked them to surround the Shangshu Tai. First, the news was not good, so it was for safety reasons; second, it was to put pressure on Wuzhu and his people; third, if things really got out of hand, he would just open the door of the Shangshu Tai lobby and go out to talk to these people. By then, even if Taizu were still alive, he would have to hold his nose and endure it.
Of course, if Taizu Wanyan Aguda were still alive, there wouldn’t be all these messy things happening right now.
Just like this, Nianhan marched forward calmly and without haste. When he went out, he was only accompanied by a hundred or eighty armored knights, but when he was about to reach the intersection in front of the Shangshu Terrace, he had already gathered a team of nearly a thousand people, and his momentum was quite impressive.
It was at this point that Wanyan Nianhan saw Wanyan Yinshu coming from the direction of the Secretariat from afar, so he dismounted to greet him. However, he saw the other party walking towards him with his mouth open, but never uttered a word, which seemed strange, so he opened his mouth to ask as he walked forward.
However, at this moment, as Nianhan walked to the street intersection, a gust of wind blew in from the side of the intersection. Although it could not be called flying sand and rocks, it was enough to make people lose their voices... Nianhan then realized why Yin Shu had not spoken for a long time.
"Everything in Yanjing is good, except for the strong spring wind." After finally waiting for the wind to pass, Nianhan turned around and laughed at the Meng'an and Mouke who followed him. "I'll talk to Wuzhu and the others, and we'll all go in to hide from the wind."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Yin Shuke, who had just opened his mouth for half a day but was speechless, sighed in his heart and felt somewhat relieved. Not only that, on the other hand, those who were smart among the accompanying Meng'an and Mouke could not help but think wildly.
Soon, someone spoke directly:
"It's just that the wind is a bit strong. Yanjing is stronger than Huining Prefecture after all, with a larger population and a ready-made palace and the Secretariat. In my opinion, why don't the Marshal discuss with Bojilie and move the capital here? It will also be convenient for managing Hebei."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was chaos below, and many people agreed. Even Nianhan was tempted for a moment.
It is said that the capital of the Jin Dynasty was Huining Prefecture (near today's Harbin), but that place was the result of the thinking when the Jin Dynasty was founded. At that time, they didn't even think about destroying the Liao Dynasty. Now it seems too far north, and it is impossible to form effective control over the southern territories, especially the Hebei region.
But why was there no intention to move the capital before?
There are only two reasons.
One is that the Jin Kingdom had long learned the political traditions of the Liao Kingdom and moved the center according to the seasons... going to Huining Prefecture in summer and to Yanjing in winter. Depending on the time and weather, they might stop in Liaoyang. Even Nianhan himself, in order to control Hebei and Hedong, often rushed between important cities such as Hezhong Prefecture, Taiyuan Prefecture, Xijing (Datong), Zhending Prefecture, and Daming Prefecture... The significance of the capital is not absolute.
The other reason is related to the distribution of power within the Jin Dynasty.
As we all know, after the death of Jin Taizu Aguda, the Jin army successfully created the Jingkang Incident. From then on, for quite a long time, there were three major forces within the Jin Dynasty, and this division affected almost every aspect, including the political center.
For example, the Eastern Army occupied the central and southern parts of Hebei, and Zhending Prefecture and Daming Prefecture naturally formed new military and political towns; the Western Army occupied Hedong and the former Sixteen Prefectures of Youyan, and Hezhong Prefecture, Taiyuan Prefecture, and Xijing (Datong) also formed a special political atmosphere; as for the central forces of the old dignitaries such as Wuqimai, most of them were north of Yanshan Mountain, so they naturally had to work hard to ensure the special status of Huining Prefecture and Liaoyang Prefecture.
As for Yanjing, it was originally a meeting point of three forces and a relatively neutral place. However, with the previous surge in Nianhan's strength, Yin Shuke was allowed to stay in Yanjing, and Nianhan had the upper hand here... In other words, these people thought that Nianhan wanted to further strengthen his authority by moving the capital to Yanjing.
And you know what, this matter is really timely, so much so that Nianhan also started to think about it seriously.
Yin Shuke would have liked to remain silent.
However, after thinking for a while, Nianhan finally waved his hand and said, "Today I came to see Anban Bojilie, so let's talk about this later... Just follow me in."
Everyone was in an uproar. The armored warriors stayed on the street opposite the Shangshu Terrace, but there were no less than fifty or sixty Meng'an and Mouke who accompanied them. They followed Nianhan and Yin Shuke directly into the Shangshu Terrace.
When entering the Shangshutai courtyard, one saw the so-called eldest prince leading Hulugbogilie Wanyan Oben, the third prince leading the left deputy marshal Wanyan Erliduo, the fourth prince leading the right deputy marshal Wanyan Wushu... these are Aguda's three surviving adult sons... then there are the marshal's left military supervisor Wanyan Talan, Haobogilie Wanyan Pujianu, and the former marshal's right supervisor and current Amaibogilie Wanyan Xiyin, plus the Yanjing garrison Wanyan Yinshuke beside him... these are the real top nobles in Yanjing right now.
Among them, Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Yinshu are both from the line of Nianhan; there is no need to say much about the three brothers on the opposite side; Talai was originally the king's confidant, but now he is crumbling and only has a face left, and Wanyan Pujianu, as another cousin of Aguda and Wuqimai, has always had a very good personal relationship with Nianhan... In other words, if high-level democracy really wants to be implemented, Nianhan is not afraid.
Coming back to the present, seeing Nianhan leading such a large group of people in, the three princes, Talai and Xiyin all changed color. Talai's face turned pale for a moment, almost the same as that of Wuzhu who was seriously ill. Only Wanyan Pujianu nodded and smiled from a distance... The expressions on both sides formed a sharp contrast.
Nianhan approached the steps and saw this. He sneered in his heart, and as he walked up the steps, he said to Talai in a teasing tone: "Why does the left military supervisor look pale?"
Talai was standing far away on the steps of the Shangshu Terrace. He felt uneasy and even a little nervous when he heard the words.
Nian rarely saw the other party being speechless, and felt disdainful in his heart, but he quickened his pace and went straight to Talan, ready to ask him a question.
"Captain Marshal!"
However, before he could finish his words, the Fourth Prince Wanyan Wushu, who was talking to Xi Yin before, suddenly rushed forward from behind and stood in front of Talan. Then, he looked down at Nianhan who had already walked up to him and shouted at him. "Today you are here to see Anban Bojilie! He is only thirteen years old! What's the point of you coming to see such a person with so many soldiers? Are you afraid that we will harm you, or that Anban Bojilie will harm you?!"
Nianhan stood at the bottom of the stairs in shock. Amid the gust of wind, many Meng'an and Mouke behind him also changed color and became frightened.
"Wushu, what are you talking about?" Nianhan reacted, laughed dryly, and then became stern. "Can you say such a thing?"
"I've said ten thousand words, but have I achieved anything? On the contrary, Marshal Du never speaks, but he does things very well!" Wuzhu's face turned pale, but he stood in front of the Shangshutai door without moving. "The king has suffered a stroke in the palace, and Puluhu (Wuqimai's eldest son) and others are there to serve medicine. This is the only public land in the whole Yanjing, and you chose it. As a result, you led the troops to surround it and lead the officers in. After they came in, you teased the right military supervisor (Talan) and asked him why he looked pale. Why did he look pale? It's because he was afraid of being killed by you. Nianhan, I ask you in person today, how far do you want to go?!"
The surroundings were in awe, and no one dared to interrupt. However, Nianhan had a bad temper, so how could he tolerate this? He immediately opened his eyes wide and became furious: "Wushu! Are you qualified to ask me this?!"
"I am Taizu's own flesh and blood, how can I not ask?!" Wanyan Wushu continued to confront him sternly. "Let me ask you, are you really going to bring troops in today?"
"No way?!" Nianhan was furious and whipped Wuzhu's nose with the whip in his hand. "I am the commander-in-chief of the country!"
"Nianhan, if you say so, I only have one thing to say to you... Do you think you are the only one with soldiers in the Great Jin Kingdom?!" Wuzhu was not afraid at all. He actually faced the opponent's whip and raised his hand to shout.
Nianhan was speechless for a moment, and the people around him, whether it was the nobleman on the steps, Yin Shuke beside Nianhan, Meng'an Mouke who followed him, and the soldiers on duty at the Shangshutai who were stationed in Yanjing, had already been staring at the two men in amazement.
At this time, Wuzhu seized the momentum and raised his hand over Nianhan's shoulder. He pointed at Yin Shuke by Nianhan's side and tapped him slightly. Yin Shuke's figure flashed in the air. He raised his hand again, passed Yin Shuke, and pointed at the many frightened Meng'an and Mouke below:
"Today I want to ask not only Nianhan, but also you... Ever since the king had a stroke and has been unable to manage affairs, there have been rumors everywhere in Yanjing City that a branch of the family wants to kill all of Taizu's descendants to establish themselves. Is it going to happen today? Are you guys going to do it?! If so, you have more people, come and kill me, Wushu first! If not, get out of here! I must let you know that if there is a fight in the Shangshutai today, it will be a fight to the death!"
Many Meng'ans and Moukes knelt down one after another, and many of them retreated directly, but some people looked at Nianhan with fear, as if waiting for words... And no matter who they were, it was obvious that no one was willing to face such accusations, nor did they want to be involved in such a serious matter for no reason.
Nianhan looked back in shock, his face stern, but he was also regretful in his heart... His original intention was to be on the safe side, not to be ruthless, but he did not expect that the other side had become a frightened bird, and a mere demonstration would lead to such an unbearable situation.
The scene was deadlocked for a moment, and after a while, Yin Shuke beside him spoke carefully: "Captain Marshal... Fourth Prince... At this point, how about keeping some dignity for each other? If things really go on like this, what will happen to the Great Jin Kingdom in the future? The Fourth Prince witnessed the battle of Yaoshan with his own eyes, and those of us who didn't see it, who doesn't know what Oriyan (Lou Shi) is capable of? No matter how wrong it was, no matter how close it was, even if Oriyan's health was not good, Oriyan led tens of thousands of Great Jin's elite troops and was defeated in front of him! The Song people are no longer the same as they were in the past!"
Hearing this, Nianhan sighed inwardly, but still refused to give in.
Wuzhu, on the other hand, sighed and took the initiative to step back, making way for him. Then he turned sideways and saluted Nianhan: "Captain Marshal... I was a little rude today, but Anban Bojilie is too young and there is no king to make the decision, so I was inevitably nervous. How about this? You ask the soldiers to go away, and our attendants to go away, and even the attendants and soldiers inside and outside the hall of the Secretariat to go far away, and we will go in to discuss the matter."
Nianhan wanted to erase the incident from his mind, but he had a fierce temper and couldn't save face, so he just kept a gloomy face and said nothing.
At this time, Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Pujianu came down together to persuade them. Even Talan stood at a distance and followed carefully with half a sentence...but his face was still as pale as ever.
"That's better." It was Wanyan Pu's slave who said the last thing, which suddenly helped Nianhan find a way out. "Fourth Prince... don't be too picky. The Grand Marshal is the Grand Marshal after all , and his status is not as high as ours. Let him leave a dozen or so hereditary Meng'an Moukes that everyone can trust to serve as a guard of honor at the bottom of the steps."
Nianhan said nothing, but looked at Wuzhu, who frowned, waited for a moment under the gaze of his two brothers and Talai, and then nodded slowly: "Only some Mouke, not Meng'an, and all the idle attendants in the Shangshutai must be removed... The rest of you, whether officers or armored cavalry, all go home and don't make trouble here, so as to avoid any rumors."
Nianhan frowned, but finally nodded after being comforted by several people.
In this way, a major conflict was finally resolved. A moment later, Nianhan and the top leaders of the Jin Dynasty who had been waiting for him for a long time walked into the Shangshu Terrace, dismissed the outsiders, and then sat down in the main hall.
More than a dozen hereditary Moukes stayed in the Shangshutai courtyard with a kind of helplessness, embarrassment, fear, relief and tension. They stood scattered at the bottom of the steps and pretended to be a "ceremonial guard" with the soldiers of the Yanjing Garrison under Yin Shuke who were driven to the main hall of the Shangshutai, which was fifty or sixty steps away.
"Is Anban Bojilie not here yet?" After entering the empty main hall of the Shangshu Terrace and everyone taking their seats, Nianhan continued to pretend after looking around.
"They are here, brought by Uncle Wuye. They are waiting in the side hall..." Wuzhu answered calmly, as if it was not him who had been in such a serious confrontation with the other party outside just now.
In sharp contrast were the others, such as Talai, the eldest prince, the third prince, and even Yin Shuke and others, all of whom were somewhat nervous and flustered, and obviously had not recovered from the confrontation just now.
This obvious contrast also caused Nianhan to sigh inwardly... Wuqimai and Lou Shi had both reached their limit, how long would he have left? And if one day he became old and frail, only this fourth brother would be able to take charge of state affairs.
Thinking of this, Nianhan felt that he had gone too far these days.
"How?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Wuzhu urged him. "Do you want to see the Marshal now?"
"Why not?" Nianhan said with all his strength. "After all the trouble, isn't it just to see him properly? Let the scholar bring Hela here."
Xiucai is Wanyan Wuye's nickname. Wanyan Wuye is Talan's younger brother, but he never likes riding horses or hunting. On the contrary, he liked reading and learning characters when the Wanyan clan was still a tribal alliance, that is, when he was young, he was a standard Confucian scholar, so he got this nickname. Of course, this person's talent for reading and strategy level is probably far inferior to Wanyan Xiyin's, otherwise why would he be excluded from the core power circle?
Without further ado, let's change the perspective. The Shangshu Terrace in Yanjing is an inheritance from the Liao Dynasty. It is basically an independent palace complex, with a main hall in the middle, a side hall on each side, and a rear hall at the back. The side halls are divided into many rooms... But whether it is the side hall or the rear hall, they are a certain distance away from the "Provincial Hall" in the middle, so they appear extremely empty.
Now that he had made the promise, Wuzhu stood up and walked to the door, telling the several Moukes waiting below: "The Grand Marshal has ordered us to go to the left side hall and invite Anban Bojilie to come."
Several Moukes did not dare to delay and hurried to pick up the person.
After a short while, the "scholar" Wanyan Wuye came from the side hall with a young man of only twelve or thirteen years old dressed in fine clothes, escorted by seven or eight unarmored attendants.
Looking at this group of people, the Jin officers in the open space in front of the main hall of the Shangshu Terrace did not say anything extra, but they were all stunned... It was because if they had not already known who the 'old scholar' in front was, and who the 'young scholar' behind was, these people would have thought that the people who came were a pair of Han Confucian scholars, grandfather and grandson!
The group entered the gate. The Jin nobles in the hall, from Nianhan down, were all stunned, even though it was not the first time they saw these two people.
Who could have imagined that only sixteen years after its founding, the future ruler of the Great Jin Kingdom would become like this?
"I am Anbanbojilie Wanyan Tan, and I would like to greet all the imperial uncles and uncles." After entering the main hall, Wu Ye made way, and eight plain-clothed attendants flashed through the door. Then, the twelve-year-old Wanyan Hela immediately bowed respectfully in the middle of the main hall with utmost courtesy.
Nianhan and Wuzhu, the two people in charge, were both panicked for a moment, and then looked at Wanyan Xiyin together.
Wanyan Xiyin quickly coughed dryly, but smiled again: "Although this dynasty also has some special rules, Anban Bojilie is the crown prince after all, and we are all family today, so there is no need to be polite... Hurry up and get up!"
"That's right." Nianhan also quickly responded. "Hela, we are all family today, don't be so polite."
Wanyan Hela, also known as Wanyan Tan, then stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the hall, without even sitting on a cushion.
Seeing this, Nianhan suppressed all his discomfort and continued to ask: "Hela... let me ask you... do you usually ride horses and shoot arrows?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, Uncle." Wanyan Tan answered seriously. "I can ride a horse and shoot arrows."
Nianhan was speechless for a moment.
"Do you read a lot?" Wanyan Xiyin liked it more and more, and couldn't help but interrupt. "What books did you read? Who is the teacher?"
"Studying is also for studying." Wanyan Tan continued to answer calmly. "I mainly read some Chinese classics and history books. I had many teachers, but the main ones were my uncle and Mr. Gongmei."
"Who is Mr. Gongmei?" Nianhan really couldn't help himself.
"Han Fang... the number one scholar of the Liao Dynasty." Wanyan Xiyin answered on the spot. "The Marshal of the Han family in Yanjing, don't say you don't know."
Nianhan nodded, but then turned to the young man in the middle and asked seriously: "Hela, do you like reading or archery?"
Wanyan Tan's face flushed slightly, and then he said seriously: "My good uncle the Pope knows that I like to practice archery and compose poetry with my masters the most."
Wanyan Xiyin clapped his hands and laughed, as if he was very satisfied with the answer. Nianhan was stunned for a moment, but then looked at Wanyan Xiyin again: "What do you mean by only shooting female lions?"
"I just shoot arrows and compose poetry at the same time." Wanyan Xiyin explained helplessly.
Nianhan let out a sigh of relief on the spot, while most of the other nobles present were in awe, and no one knew what they were afraid of or waiting for.
"That... Hela... Adan." Wuzhu finally couldn't help but speak. "Do you still recognize me?"
"You are my fourth uncle!" Wanyan Tan immediately said. "Master Han was brought here by my fourth uncle."
Wuzhu nodded, and then said seriously: "It is like this, Ah Tan , since you have read a lot of books, you should know two things. One is that you are Anban Bojilie, and you will be the ruler of the country in the future, that is, the emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty; the other is that you should also know that our Great Jin Dynasty was established in a hurry, and the system is very simple. The local government orders are different, and the rules of the Jurchens, Khitans, and Han people coexist... Then let me ask you, when you become the emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty, what system are you going to use? Or will you just keep mixing it up?"
Wanyan Tan blinked when he heard this, then looked at Nianhan and others, and said nothing for a while.
"Don't be afraid." Wushu waved his hand and said, "As long as your uncle is here, no one can take away your position as Anban Bojilie, so don't worry and speak!"
Nianhan frowned for a moment but said nothing.
At this time, Wanyan Tan carefully said to Wuzhu: "My nephew thinks that our Great Jin has its own national conditions. It is too difficult to use only one system."
"That's right... Then let me ask you again, which of the three systems do you think is the best?"
Wanyan Tan hesitated for a moment, and finally answered seriously: "My nephew thinks the Han people's system is the best."
"Why?" Wuzhu asked curiously.
"Because the Han system is the most complete, and the Han system is to centralize power, so that big things can be done from the middle." Wanyan Tan said carefully. "But Master Han said that this should not be said for the time being..."
Wushu and the people around him sneered and said indifferently: "Then why did you say it anyway?"
"Because Master Han and the Imperial Uncle both said that Fourth Uncle is the most trustworthy person today." Wanyan Tan became more cautious. "Master Han also specifically said before coming that we should do whatever Fourth Uncle tells us to do today."
The hall, which had been gradually becoming lively, suddenly became quiet, and Nianhan could not help but glare at the somewhat flustered 'old scholar' Wanyan Wuye.
Wuzhu laughed dryly again, but hurriedly asked: "Then let me ask you another question... Previously, we moved the Han and Khitan people from Yanyun and Hedong to Huining Prefecture, but countless of them fled on the way, which strengthened the Mongols. Then the king and the commander-in-chief also felt that this was a mistake, so they stopped it last year... Did you know?"
"Know."
"That's good to know." Wuzhu suddenly said seriously. "There is another big mistake now. The Meng'an and Mouke were enfeoffed to the local areas before. As a result, the Han people were treated as slaves in the local areas, causing the Han people to rebel constantly. Then these Meng'an and Mouke lived with the Han people in the local areas. They did not learn the good things of the Han people, but instead learned the bad things of the Han people. They became arrogant and indulged themselves every day. Their fighting power was getting lower and lower, so that they suffered a great defeat in Guanxi... Ah Tan, if you become the emperor, how do you think you should deal with this matter?"
"Wuzhu!" Nianhan suddenly shouted. "How can he understand such a thing?! And so many Meng'an and Mouke have been sent out, how can we easily collect them back?"
"Isn't this a test?" Wuzhu was not afraid at all. "It's not like he will ascend the throne today, abolish the Bojilie and Duyuanshuaifu systems the day after tomorrow, and negotiate peace the day after tomorrow... What are you afraid of with such a child?"
Nianhan helplessly gave up on the spot.
"That's all I'm asking." Wushu looked at Wanyan Tan, who looked a little scared, and said to him carefully, "After that, you can go home today!"
Wanyan Tan nodded when he heard this, then thought carefully and answered seriously: "We should unify the laws and give these Meng'an and Mouke land, property, clothes and other things according to their ranks, so that they will stop harassing the local Han people."
Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Wushu nodded in unison, and even Nianhan seemed to be thinking about something.
"Where do the things given to these Meng'an Mouke come from?" Xi Yin couldn't help but ask half a question.
"It is precisely that the Han people should pay taxes to the country instead of being slaves of these Meng'an and Mouke. The country will collect taxes and distribute them to those Meng'an and Mouke." Wanyan Tan answered calmly.
Xi Yin nodded again in vain.
"Go back!" Wuzhu also nodded, but as he said this, he stood up and saw him off in person as agreed.
Wanyan Tan then bowed once again in turn in the hall, and then carefully retreated with Wanyan Wuye. After a short pause, Wushu accompanied them to the steps of the main hall before returning to the provincial hall.
Seeing Wuzhu coming back, Nianhan immediately said: "How can this boy be a Jurchen? He is a Han kid! I am afraid that he will only think that we are rude and barbaric."
"Marshal, you are too polite..." Wanyan Xiyin quickly defended Wanyan Tan.
"Wait a moment." Wushu, who had just made a move to sit down, turned around and came to the front of the hall, and then shouted at the Mouke and the soldiers on duty who were talking a few dozen steps away. "No talking! No spying or eavesdropping on what is being said here! Get away from me!"
Knowing that the nobles were about to say something extremely violent, those Moukes also moved away one after another. Even the few remaining soldiers on duty in the Shangshutai walked out a dozen steps and stood about seventy or eighty steps away from the provincial hall.
After a whole morning of trouble, Nianhan was completely disdainful of this and just made his own conclusion behind his back: "Wuzhu, Hela is not bad. After a few years when the world is stable, he can be a king who maintains the status quo. If we let him ascend the throne now, it will inevitably cause trouble... He is really a man!"
Wuzhu turned around and nodded to the eight attendants who had come in with Wanyan Tan but had not left together. Half of them, or four people, also went out together, and at the same time closed the main door of the lobby, which had only four doors opened from beginning to end.
The room did not suddenly darken, because the skylights around it had been opened long ago. Even Nianhan did not react at this time, but continued to talk non-stop: "Besides, as ministers, how can we easily do such things as deposing and enthroning? It will only cause trouble later."
"But if that's the case, then if the Marshal imprisoned the king and Puluhu and others, wouldn't it cause trouble?!" Wuzhu took something from a servant, turned his back and spoke sarcastically.
Seeing Wuzhu coming towards him with his hands behind his back, Nianhan immediately frowned and pretended to stand up. This was an instinctive defensive action, but his mind had long been distracted by Wuzhu to Wanyan Tan, and he did not wake up... Moreover, he really did not think in this direction... This action was just a defensive posture on the psychological level.
But soon, an accident occurred. When Wuzhu was three or four steps in front of Nianhan, Wanyan Pu's slave, who was sitting on the cushion on the side, suddenly cried out on the ground, then stood up and stepped back a few steps.
Although Nianhan was still confused, or a little bit unbelievable, it did not prevent him from realizing that Wuzhu was going to do something extraordinary. His instincts from many years of battlefield training made him immediately grab the horsewhip at his side and whip the opponent on the head.
Wuzhu was staggered for a moment, and Nianhan took advantage of the opportunity to run to the door sideways.
The whole place was in a panic. Wanyan Xiyin didn't know what was going on. The others just stood up in panic, but no one dared to take direct action.
"Hold him down!" Wuzhu covered his bleeding face, was the first to react, and gave a loud order.
The four guards from the Yanjing Han family in front of the door actually looked at each other when they heard the words, and then tried to stop them. However, Nianhan was so experienced in the battlefield that he ignored them and rushed forward together, creating a two-foot gap in the originally sealed door, and half of his body was already sticking out!
But what he never expected was that there were also four people outside the door, eight attendants, four inside and four outside, who took advantage of the situation and held down Nianhan together.
Half of Nianhan's body was outside the hall, and the other half was still inside. His limbs were held down by eight well-prepared warriors. He could only shout to the outside of the hall: "Someone is plotting treason, come and save me!"
In front of the empty lobby of the Shangshutai, almost at the far edge, about a hundred steps away, a dozen Moukes were stunned at the same time, then drew their swords without hesitation and rushed forward.
Even the soldiers on duty seventy or eighty steps away were shocked and shaken... It was obvious that as long as those Moukes caught up, these people would definitely turn around and rush forward.
However, after only walking a dozen steps, the dozen Moukes heard a shrill scream, and then the Fourth Prince, leading the Right Deputy Marshal Wanyan Wushu, pushed open the door with all his strength. His face was covered with bloodstains, and he appeared behind the wailing man, the Grand Marshal Nianhan, holding a bloody golden hammer.
Seeing this, a dozen Moukes almost instinctively felt guilty, and then their pace slowed down rapidly.
Then, Wuzhu hammered at the back of Nianhan with all his might, and then hammered at the back of Nianhan's head again, stopping the latter's wailing. The Moukes and the wavering soldiers stopped and looked at each other... Some people were thinking, how nice it would be to have a Meng'an who could make the decision at this time? ! Others were thinking, if the Marshal was killed by this hammer, what was the point of saving him? !
What is a strategy?
This is the most direct and effective strategy... After three blows, by destroying the opponent's body, publicly announce that this person can no longer fulfill his political promises, and the matter will be settled. After all, Sheyema, the eldest son of Nianhan, is not qualified to be compared with those people in the provincial hall who have the qualifications to establish a country and have military power.
Catch the thief and his leader, and kill the marshal with three hammers.
"What are you waiting for?!" Wuzhu, who was kneeling on Nianhan's back, smashed the back of his head with a hammer, splashing blood on his face. All the warriors below were shocked, and he turned back and shouted fiercely. "At this point, the hammer has been hammered, do you still want to bet on him? Talan! Yin Shuke! Erliduo! Woben! Xiyin! Pu Jianu! What the king's edict said, have you forgotten?! Now that he is dead, can the affairs of the country be handed over to others?!"
Every time Wuzhu called out a name, the soldiers outside the hall became quieter. When he called out the emperor's edict, they were almost all stunned, so much so that the last sentence was almost like a wink to a blind man.
It is said that although Nianhan was hit twice on the back and the back of the head by hammers, he did not die. Instead, he stretched out a bloody hand. A Mouke below, who had received favor from Nianhan on the battlefield, was so angry that he could not bear it anymore and tried to move forward again.
But at this moment, Marshal Zuo Jianjun Talai appeared, took the hammer from Wuzhu, and hammered hard at Nianhan's outstretched hand on the threshold, almost smashing half of Nianhan's arm to the ground... The latter immediately vomited blood in pain.
At the same time, Wushu, who had handed over the hammer, went out and stood beside Nianhan, pointing his blood-stained pale face at the soldiers on duty and the hereditary Mouke at the steps.
Seeing this, the only hereditary Mouke who rushed forward a few steps in the distance trembled like a sieve and could no longer move forward... He was almost certain that if he took another step forward, the Fourth Prince would definitely call out his name and his family background.
After Talan, the eldest prince Hulugbogilie Wanyan Oben also came forward, but he pushed Talan and pushed him out of the door, then took the hammer and hit Nianhan on the waist on the ground again.
After one blow, the eldest prince dropped the hammer and went out to stand side by side with Wuzhu. Then, the third prince and the left deputy marshal Wanyan Erlido also flashed out from the reflection hall, picked up the golden melon hammer that had turned into a blood melon hammer, and smashed it towards Nianhan's back again.
But after Erliduo finished smashing, he threw down the hammer and stood side by side with Talan. Inside and outside the provincial hall, it was quiet again for a while, until Wuzhu turned around and shouted outside the hall: "Yin Shuke, what are you waiting for?"
Yin Shuke walked over slowly and picked up the hammer, but he did not expect that Nianhan, whose belly and back had been rotten into a ball, was not yet dead. Instead, he turned his head with all his strength and glanced at Yin Shuke sideways, and seemed to be muttering something in his bloody mouth.
Even though he was facing him from the side, even though his opponent's mouth was already filled with blood, even though he couldn't make any sound, for some reason, Yin Shuke still understood what he was saying - 'Yin Shuke, you're the one?'
So, after a moment, he just let out a long sigh, and without any hesitation, Wanyan Yinshu smashed down with his hammer with all his strength, hitting the opponent right in the face, smashing Nianhan beyond recognition.
"Third brother, you have been a marshal for many years. Yin Shuke and you are the garrison commander of Yanjing. You two should leave now and don't worry about anything else. Go to the military camp and take over the troops. Then, capture Sheyema (the eldest son of Nianhan) and the others. This matter will not happen again." Yin Shuke struck with his hammer, and the soldiers outside the palace fell silent. However, Wanyan Wushu continued to issue orders. "Xi Yin!"
Wanyan Xiyin stood in the hall at the back, staring at the corpse of Nianhan, who looked like a lost soul. He looked up in shock when he heard the words, but he was angry and said: "At this point, what else do you want?"
"At this point, you and Pu Jianu must catch up with Anban Bojilie and take good care of him." Wuzhu issued an order that Xi Yin could not refuse, and turned to look at his elder brother and Talai. "Brother, Talai, you two cut off Nianhan's head, and we will go to see the king together..."
This arrangement was extremely appropriate and no one had any objections, but they all dispersed immediately and went about their own business.
The other two groups were not mentioned. Wushu and his two men waited in the Secretariat for about half an hour before their own armored cavalry arrived. They first stripped the dozen or so Moukes who dared not speak in the Secretariat and threw them into the side hall. Then they put on their full armor and went to the king's palace together and easily took over the palace. But unexpectedly, Wushu did not directly order those people to relax their control over Puluhu and others. Instead, he took the other two who were gradually recovering and went directly to the bedroom of King Wuqimai and came to the sickbed.
Wuqimai heard the news early, but he could not move half of his body, and he just opened his mouth and drooled... A moment later, the men and women in the palace saw a group of people carrying bloody heads and soldiers rushing into the palace, and they were all frightened and hid. Only the Queen Tangku and a few palace maids stayed in front of Wuqimai.
Unexpectedly, when he entered the palace, Wushu bowed his head and called her aunt. Then he stood up and said seriously, "Aunt, please bring a sand table. Wushu has something to ask the king for his order."
At the beginning, everyone tried to let Wuqimai draw a sand table, but unfortunately, the Jurchen script was invented by Wanyan Xiyin only a few years ago, and Wuqimai didn't know it at all. Wuqimai also didn't know many Chinese characters, so he gave up in the end.
In fact, if it were not for this, Wuqimai would not have lost his political ability so quickly.
Therefore, the act of lifting the sand table is indeed strange... But then again, no matter how strange it is, given the current situation, who would dare to disobey?
So, after waiting for a while, two Han concubines who were captured from Bianliang finally carried out a small sand table and a small wooden table tremblingly and placed them in front of Wuqimai's couch. Then Tang Kuo personally held her husband's hand that could move and put it on the sand table.
"Lord!"
Wuzhu walked forward alone and knelt in front of the sand table, facing each other in awe. "Nianhan imprisoned you and Puluhu, not only that, he even wanted to kill Anbanbojiliehela and the three of us brothers, as well as Talai, Pu Jianu and others, in order to usurp the throne... But he was reported by Yin Shuke and Xi Yin, and we worked together to capture and kill him in the Shangshutai. Now his head is here... Please forgive us for our hasty crime! If you are willing to forgive, please draw a tick on the sand table. If you are not willing to forgive, we will take the blame ourselves, but please draw !"
Wuqimai tried to glance sideways at Wuzhu, who was only showing his helmet in front of the sand table, but he didn't know what he was thinking. But no matter what, his hand quickly drew a somewhat rugged hook on the sand table.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity." Wuzhu sighed, then raised his head and continued to speak seriously. "There is one more thing... Now that Nianhan has been executed, people's hearts are inevitably in turmoil, and the Your Majesty's health is already like this, it is really difficult to handle state affairs..."
The eyes that Wuqimai stared at Wuzhu's head were completely calm.
But soon, following Wuzhu's next words, the only eye the King of the Great Jin could control couldn't help but narrow slightly.
"My eldest brother, my third brother, Talai, Pu Jianu, Yin Shuke, and Xi Yin all have the same idea, that is, Anban Bojilie is smart and righteous, so why not let Anban Bojilie succeed to the throne as the king, and then move the capital to Yanjing to appease the people, and the king will be promoted to the emperor, and go back to Liaoyang to recuperate, leaving only Puluhu and us brothers to assist the new king." Wuzhu continued to speak calmly, and Talai and Wuben behind him looked at each other, both of them were a little unprepared, but neither of them meant to object. "It's still the same... Uncle, just make a tick or a cross! If you make a tick, I will go and do it with them, if you make a cross, we will discuss it later!"
Perhaps because he was tired this time, Wuqimai drew slowly and tremblingly, and at one point he even wanted to stick out his tongue to make a sound instead of drawing on the sand table. But finally, the second emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty, with the help of Queen Tangkuo, who was crying with her face covered, drew a neat hook on the sand table.
The kind that can score 90 points!