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Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Gathering

In the winter of the 15th year of Xining, the Song Dynasty court decided not to use the Xining reign title. The new reign title was designated as "Chengtian", and it will be launched immediately after the New Year next year. Unlike the history known to Wang Jinghui, the reign title of Xining has been used for fifteen years, which is a little longer than the ten years he knew in history. The reign title after Xining was designated as "Yuanfeng" instead of the current "Chengtian".

History has changed too much because of his participation, which can be said to be completely unrecognizable. Fortunately, the Song Dynasty had the absolute upper hand. At this time, the reputation of the Song Dynasty may not have reached the level of the heyday of the Han and Tang dynasties. It was the peak of the reputation of the dynasty established by the Han people in the past two hundred years. It can be said that by now Emperor Zhao Xu has fulfilled the lofty ambitions he set in his youth. Of course, the Liao Kingdom survived in the north. If his will was firm, the Song Dynasty's army could completely collapse the Liao Kingdom within one year.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, the Prince Consort's Mansion was also immersed in the joyful atmosphere of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Like in previous years, the Prince Consort's Mansion closed the door on the 29th day of the 12th lunar month, and hung the words of rejecting visitors on the door. Then, no matter the position in the mansion, they all went to the lobby to have dinner together. Every year on New Year's Eve, Wang Jinghui and his wife had to enter the palace to spend the Spring Festival with the royal family, so the 29th day of the 12th lunar month is the basis for the holidays in the mansion. After all, even Wang Jinghui cannot escape the various welcomes and sends out the guests. As a member of the royal family, the Prince Consort and his wife must shoulder their obligations.

Wang Jinghui was already forty years old at this time. Although he felt that his physical condition was in good condition, white hair appeared between his temples. This made Wang Jinghui very clearly realize that although his physique was very different from others, he did not escape the fate of birth, old age, sickness and death. At most, he would just live a few more years than others.

Although Xiao Wang's husband and wife have entered middle age, their appearance will undoubtedly attract everyone's attention no matter where they are. Men and women in the Song Dynasty will envy this couple from the bottom of their hearts. Wang Jinghui's elegant demeanor and Zhao Qianyu's gentleness are undoubtedly the best examples in this society that emphasizes "demeanor".

Unlike more than ten years ago, all the royal members were thinking about taking concubines for the prince-consort, but as time passed, the relationship between the prince-consort and his wife became increasingly strong. In the past two years, they almost spent almost all of them in Jingyuan near Biandu. Thinking of the scenery of Jingyuan and this model couple, it makes people think about it. The princess embankment in West Lake in Hangzhou has witnessed their steadfast relationship for nearly twenty years. What’s more interesting is that on the Su embankment that was originally built by Su Shi in history, there is a wind and rain building that all lovers in the world yearn for. Wang Jinghui and Zhao Qianyu used red ropes to hang it on it. Later, some people misinformed that many lovers came here to learn how to make Chinese knots, hoping that their love would be as happy as the prince-consort and his wife.

Although it was not yet New Year's Eve, the firecrackers in Kaifeng, Biandu have never stopped since the beginning of night. The heavy snow on the sky cannot stop the pedestrians on the street from the New Year. Two red lanterns were hung high in front of the door of the Prince Consort's Mansion. A thin man with snow turned over and got off the horse. Just as he was about to knock on the door, a sound of horse hooves came from the alley - two white horses were pulling a four-wheeled carriage toward this side. Seeing the carriage coming, the previous visitor stood on the steps in front of the Prince Consort's Mansion and looked at the carriage with interest. The carriage was still very high-end, and there was only Xiao Wang's family in this alley, and there was no doubt that it came to the Prince Consort's house.

When the coachman was driving the carriage and stopped in front of the door of the Prince Consort's Mansion, he looked at the person coming on the steps. The coachman couldn't help but hold the whip tightly in his hand and looked at the person on the steps very vigilantly. Unfortunately, the cloak on the head of the person on the steps covered his face, and the sky was dark and it was impossible to see the person's appearance. The coachman was not a simple coachman. After seeing the person in front of the door, he couldn't help but add some strength when clenching the whip. For a moment, the sound of bones came from his palm, as if he was demonstrating to the man opposite.

The man opposite did not respond to the coachman's demonstration, but the coachman became more vigilant after seeing the person's figure. Experience told him that the person opposite seemed to be fighting for many years, and he had a kind of blood and energy on his body. The person opposite obviously had a knife in his cloak. I am afraid that many people who can give him this feeling will have their lives.

"Sir, the Prince Consort's Mansion has arrived!" The coachman jumped out of the shaft and said to the people in the carriage.

The door curtain of the carriage was lifted open, and a man in his thirties was out of the carriage and stood on the carriage. He saw the person on the steps at first sight, frowned slightly, and then asked in confusion: "Junior brother?"

After hearing this, the person on the steps smiled, turned the cloak on his head and said loudly: "Senior brother, it's always good that I haven't seen you for many years?"

When the middle-aged man who came by the car saw the person opposite clearly with the faint light of the lantern, he jumped out of the carriage and walked forward and said, "We haven't seen each other for ten years. I almost couldn't recognize you, senior brother!"

"Senior brother, to be precise, we haven't seen each other for twelve years. I have only been back three times since I went to Xixia that year. Unfortunately, I have never seen you every time. I heard Yansheng say that you have been with Liao Kingdom, so I have never looked for it..." The person on the steps also walked up and held the other person's hand tightly and said with a trembling voice.

"You, my brothers and sisters went to other places more than ten years ago. It is not easy to see each other. Fortunately, you have been back four times. This is the first time I have returned to Kaifeng, Biandu, for Bian. Even the fourth junior brother's wedding has never come back to celebrate..." The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

The two people at the gate of the Prince-Consort's Mansion were Nirxin and Bingfeng among the first twelve disciples taken in by Wang Jinghui. For more than ten years, they rarely returned to Kaifeng, the capital of Bian for various reasons, and they never even came back. After Bingfeng was replaced by Wang Shun, he participated in the War of Destroying Xia and the War of Song and Liao, and led his troops to guard the Hetao Plain. However, because Wang Shun's Dingxi Army was well-known in the Song army, after Wang Shao replaced Zhong Yan as a general in the Northwest, he frequently called Wang Shun to attack everywhere in the Hexi Corridor. Even the first Song army to penetrate Achai's troops was the troops affiliated with the Dingxi Army.

Although the Dingxi Army's old foundation has been replaced in the past ten years, due to Wang Shun and other senior brothers' strict governance of the army, the traditional style of the Dingxi Army was still preserved intact and even had a tendency to strengthen. In the establishment of the Song army, no army has ever been like the Dingxi Army. Since its birth date, it has been in constant wars for more than ten years. From the Dangxiang people to the Khitans to the Tubo tribes, they were finally the slogans of the Bubu people. In the eyes of the grassland people, the Dingxi Army is the spokesperson of the demons.

Among the twelve disciples brought by Wang Jinghui, Bingfeng was the most affectionate towards him, and Bingfeng did not hesitate to implement all Wang Jinghui's orders and policy tendencies. It was precisely because Wang Jinghui had always advocated a tough stance on the issue of grassland ethnicity that Dingxi Army became a nightmare for the grassland tribe. After the Song-Liao War, Dingxi Army returned to the Hetao Plain, and the entire Dingxi Army was divided into three parts. One guarded the Hetao Plain, the other helped the Western Xia Song Army fight in the Hexi Corridor, and the last part was to march towards the grassland, becoming the largest and most cruel horse thief on the grassland.

Although the Shubu people had been supported by the Song Dynasty before, Wang Jinghui's policy on the Shubu people has become a strong suppression since the Song and Liao War. The transaction volume of military materials was completely interrupted. The transaction volume of tea, salt, iron and other products did not meet the sufficient needs of the Shubu people, but was only maintained at an appropriate level, but the price rose a lot. However, few people in the Song Dynasty knew that Wang Jinghui gave a memorial to the top ruling leaders of the Song Dynasty, hoping to use the strength of the Dingxi Army to destroy the balance on the grassland as much as possible. As long as the grassland tribe is within the attack range of the Dingxi Army, it will lead to fierce attacks from the Dingxi Army, thus achieving that the Shubu people cannot be unified and differentiated into small nomadic tribes.

There is no doubt that Wang Jinghui gave Wang Shun some hints in private, and the acquiesce of the senior ruling leaders of the Song Dynasty even opened the cage of the tiger to the Liao Kingdom, which was controlled by the Bu people. In the past seven or eight years, the Bu people not only failed to launch another threatening attack on the Liao Kingdom, but also fell apart internally under the "economic sanctions" and military strikes of the Song Dynasty.

The coachman of Nie Xin was Zhao Zhongge who assassinated the Liao Dynasty's crown prince Yelu Jun. When Zhao Zhongge saw Bingfeng, he was extremely alert. They were all assassins, and Wang Shun led the Dingxi Army to run rampant in the northwest and killed countless people. The bloody smell revealed from his bones made Zhao Zhongge almost as if he was facing a great enemy. Although Zhao Zhongge did not believe that there were still people in Biandu who dared to be unfavorable to Wang Jinghui, there was such a dangerous person around him, which made him nervous. However, Zhao Zhongge did not expect that this middle-aged man who looked thin was actually Nie Xin's junior brother. He had seen Bingfeng back then, but over the past ten years, Bingfeng's temperament had undergone great changes, which made him a little nervous.

Nirhin was also free from the Liao Kingdom's Dading Mansion for the first time after hiding for more than ten years. He had not returned to Kaifeng, Bian, for such a long time, and everything had changed. Kaifeng, the Bian, in his past impression, seems even more prosperous. At that time, Nirhin didn't expect that he had been away for more than ten years. Now, when he returned to Kaifeng, Bian, he saw Bian, and remembered that the thirteen of them were taken in by the prince-consort when they were hungry and cold, and each achieved some skills, as if he was like a dream or a illusion.

"Tianji, Jicheng, Yongren and Dingcheng, what about the brother Peicheng now? Are they still with you?" Nir Xin asked.

"Tianji returned to Kaifeng, Biandu, five years ago, and now he is teaching in Xihu Academy's Investigation Class. It seems that he has also been in the Ministry of Works. He is quite tight about the development of muskets, artillery, etc., and I don't know how to ask about the secrets of the Song Dynasty. Jicheng and Yongren ran under the Fubi tent of Xijing Prefecture after the Northern Expedition. Dingcheng was stationed in Guazhou the previous year, and only Peicheng and I were still in the Dingxi Army... Over the years, the senior brothers have all started their own families, but the second brother, you are still alone!" Bingfeng said jokingly to Niexin.

After hearing this, Nirhin smiled and shook his head and said, "Life is as short as a flash. People like me are not suitable for getting married. On the contrary, Yansheng got married, which was beyond my expectations..."

"Haha, can't you get married with your senior brother? The teacher taught you how to do it, but you didn't want to get married without telling you to get married!"

After hearing this, Nirhin smiled slightly and did not answer. He spent more than ten years in Dading Prefecture. Although the Ma brothers and the intelligence network of the Song Dynasty were providing protection, the century-long hatred of the Song Dynasty was not finished. The Khitans' hostility to the Song Dynasty would not stop there. The Song Dynasty had the intention to let the Khitans go?! The surrounding environment was special, and if you were not careful, you would die in another place. Getting married was too luxurious for him. Besides, what he was practicing was a traitor, so he had no love and hatred entanglement in his heart. He didn't care about being single.

The door was not a place to speak. Although there was a sign "Don't Disturb" on the gate of the Prince Consort's Mansion, fortunately there was still a "looking at the wind" in the gate of the Prince Consort's Mansion, and Nirvana and Bingfeng were not rejected. What happened in the Prince Consort's Mansion was very new to the powerful and nobles of the Song Dynasty, and this was not something that could be blocked by the Prince Consort's Mansion. It was very clear in Wang Jinghui's circle, so no one would come to him today. Even the Song Dynasty royal family had a very tacit understanding, so they didn't knock on the door of the Prince Consort's Mansion the day before the New Year. The sign on this door was somewhat suspicious of stealing the bell.

The reason why Wang Jinghui left a "Watching Feng" person in the gatehouse was that he was afraid that no one would open the door for his disciples. He has trained three groups of disciples now, but for the earliest Wuxin and others, there is no doubt that he has the deepest feelings for them. Therefore, as long as Wuxin and others have a special token on them, they can tell who is coming at the sight of him. Nirhin has not returned to Kaifeng, Biandu for more than ten years, and he does not have such tokens on him. If he hadn't happened to run into Bingfeng at the door today, he might have had to drink more cold breeze at the door.

The winter of the fifteenth year of Xining was the time when Wang Jinghui's first generation of disciples gathered the most. More than ten years passed and the children who were taken in the past had grown up and had achieved their own careers, which undoubtedly made Wang Jinghui particularly happy. The twelve disciples and Hongyue were all here today, which he had never thought about, especially the arrival of Nirvana surprised him. Nirvana was ordered by him to go to Dading Prefecture of Liao Kingdom for more than ten years, and he did not fail to believe that Nirvana would return. Whether Nirvana was interested in official career or to be a rich man, Wang Jinghui would do his best to satisfy him. However, Nirvana was not interested in these things, and he also understood the importance of this position to the Song Dynasty, so he dragged it all the time until now.

When Nirhin saw Wang Jinghui, he immediately knelt down and saluted Wang Jinghui and his wife. Before he could kneel down, Wang Jinghui hurriedly ran up to help Nirhin. The two of them looked for a long time and said nothing. Only the tears flashing in the corners of their eyes made everyone around them feel sad. At that time, the twelve disciples worshipped under Wang Jinghui's sect together, and they had never separated even when they were wandering before. They didn't expect that they would not be excited for more than ten years.

Perhaps it was the first time that the disciples gathered so together, Wang Jinghui also relaxed his mind and drank with his disciples. It has been almost twenty years since he came to this time and space. He has not been drunk yet. This is the first time he has been drunk today. It is still snowing heavily in Kaifeng, Bian, but it seems particularly warm in the prince-consort's mansion. Seeing that more than a dozen disciples have become famous now, he couldn't help but sing with his disciples after drinking...

On the first day of the Lunar New Year in the first year of Chengtian, Emperor Zhao Xu came to Funing Hall after he was granted hundreds of officials. He seemed particularly excited. He was about to summon a hero from the Song Dynasty. Although this man did not kill the enemy bloodily for the Song Dynasty on the battlefield, he was willing to lurk in the Dading Prefecture of the Liao Kingdom for more than ten years and made great contributions to the Song Dynasty. He was extremely impressed by such a person, especially when he knew that this man was still the disciple of the son-in-law, he felt inexplicable expectation in his heart.

After entering the Funing Palace, Emperor Zhao Xu did not sit on the imperial desk as usual, but walked straight towards Wang Jinghui who was standing in the hall. There was a middle-aged man in his thirties beside him - there was no doubt that this was the nirvana in the mouth of the prince consort!

"A word of 'hard work' can no longer express the merits of my beloved. I endured humiliation and burdened the great contributions of my great Song Dynasty for more than ten years! Now that I have returned from my success, I will reward you well. Although I know that these rewards cannot make up for your hard work, it is also some of the wishes of the court! If you have any wishes, I will agree to you if you can do it!" Emperor Zhao Xu said happily.

Emperor Zhao Xu was particularly happy after seeing Nirvana, especially although Nirvana was already thirty years old, he was no worse than his brother-in-law standing beside Wang Jinghui. Regardless of his demeanor and his expression of not being surprised by his favor and disgrace just now, Emperor Zhao Xu almost saw another copy of Wang Jinghui. For a great Song hero like Nirvana, Emperor Zhao Xu believed that it would be no exaggeration to reward Nirvana. A man who was willing to be undercover in the enemy country for more than ten years and made great contributions repeatedly. If he did not give much reward, he would not even be able to get through it himself. At least he asked himself that if it were the other party, he would not be able to hold on for such a long time no matter what.
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