I played for a day today, without a single word,...

The butt determines the head. If Wen Fei had been, he would have been applauding the officials for Song Jiang and other Liangshan heroes. However, now Wen Fei, as one of the highest-level figures in the Song Dynasty ruling group, heard that the Song army had just suffered a defeat and was captured by tens of thousands of people. He was naturally not happy, but instead a burst of anger rose in his heart.

He naturally knew that Song Jiang was determined to attract peace and sneered: "Don't think that you can be happy if you defeat a few wine bags. It's just some local officials and the Hebei imperial guards. If you believe it or not, I will directly dispatch the Western Army to come!"

Yan Qing said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Our Liangshan naturally refuses to resist the imperial court's power, but even if the Western Army arrives at 800 miles of water, I am afraid it is not good at the water station, right?"

This is true. The Western Army has been fighting against the Tubo people and the Xixia people in the northwest. Although the combat effectiveness is strong, there are probably not many people who can swim, let alone water wars!

Wen Fei snorted coldly, but stopped talking. At this time, he was useless to show off his words.

Yan Qing also said: "We Liangshan brothers have written a big book on the flag, "Perform the Way for Heaven" and set up the hall with the name of "loyalty and righteousness". They dare not invade the prefecture, refuse to disturb the good people, kill stolen officials and slanderous people alone. They just hope to recruit peace early and are willing to work with the country."

Wen Fei snorted faintly, but he knew that Liangshanpo was not allowed at this time. If Song Jiang wanted to be recruited, Wen Fei would also want to recruit these heroes, and it would naturally be of great use in the future. He said, "If you want to use your sincerity, let Song Jiang come to Tokyo City in person, and Shang Father's Mansion will come to see me! There is no need to say anything else!"

He also said to Zhou Bangyan, who was very tactful and stayed aside: "Brother Zhou meets today. It's also considered destiny. You can go to our mansion to have nothing to do in the future. Say goodbye!" He then left with his clothes.

Zhou Bangyan was immediately surprised and happy, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Shang Father. Thank you, Shang Father!"

He smiled at Yan Qing, who was unstable by Wen Fei's words and said, "Brother Xiao Yi, we meet under the bed today, which is considered destiny. Brother, I would like to advise you that even if you are a thief, you will not have a good end. Since your father asked your leader to come to Tokyo City to meet, he was deliberately recruiting you. But just look at your sincerity. Don't think about it!"

Wen Fei had just walked out of the room when he saw the madam Li coming towards him. He bowed to Wen Fei very intimately: "It turns out that it is the Heavenly Master. The old woman has no eyes on the gold and jade. She apologized to the Heavenly Master."

Wen Fei felt angry, but when he looked at Qingqing who was following Mother Li, he lowered his head and said softly, saying, "Mother Li, don't be polite. I'll disturb you today." After a pause, he said, "You send Qingqing to my mansion tomorrow and go to the account to settle the bill..."

Mother Li quickly said, "Qingqing, a little girl, followed Tianshi, is a blessing she has cultivated in her previous life. How dare she ask Tianshi for money? I just hope that Qingqing is not from our Alum Tower, and her body contract is in the hands of Shishi. Shishi also needs Shishi's consent!" After saying this, she was afraid that Wen Fei would misunderstand. She quickly said, "Shishi is like a sister to Qingqing, so she will definitely not stop her!"

Wen Fei nodded. He had something in his heart, but he stopped unintentionally. He blushed and quietly raised his little head to look at him. He nodded. He walked out with great strides and heard Li's mother behind him, "Qingqing, you little girl, are so lucky. You can actually be taken by a god like the Heavenly Master. It's really..."

Wen Fei left the Alum Tower and left the brightly lit place, and saw that the streets were still brightly lit and very lively. In the distance, fireworks rose into the sky in the direction of the Crystal Palace, and fire trees and silver flowers were blown up all over the sky. It made countless people cheer and see. There was a prosperous era with flowers in brocade clothes and a lively scene of the rising tide of the world. However, his heart was so angry that he was about to explode, and his murderous intent could no longer be hidden in his eyes.

But a kind of powerless confusion arose in my heart. Could it be that under this luck, history really cannot be changed. We will definitely follow the old path of history?

The next moment, he walked to a dimly lit street corner. Wen Fei returned to modern times. One day later, when Wen Fei returned to the Northern Song Dynasty again, his eyes turned red and extremely haggard. He seemed to have never been sleeping.

This time, Wen Fei went back and carefully looked at a lot of historical materials from the late Northern Song Dynasty and found out various historical contexts one by one.

Originally, Wen Fei had never looked up these things carefully. First, it was said that he was a habit of not liking to look at the background when playing games. Secondly, the most important point is that Wen Fei felt that it was useless to look at history.

He always felt that the history of the Northern Song Dynasty he had experienced was different from that of him. At least the history books would not record Taoism, luck, and he, the great master of Wen, would not defeat Tubo, etc.

Therefore, what he has always scoffed at history is that even among the five years used by Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, there is no such age name as Fei Xiong today.

But after the incident in the Alum Tower, he sounded the alarm. So he went back for so long, and he stayed asleep and went to check the history of the Northern Song Dynasty again.

Only then did I realize that the "History of the Song Dynasty" among the twenty-five histories is the most criticized historical book by historians in history. It was compiled by Prime Ministers Tutuo and Alutu in the third year of Zhizheng at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and was compiled by "History of the Song Dynasty" and "History of the Liao Dynasty" and "History of the Jin Dynasty". The "History of the Song Dynasty" has 47 volumes of the chronicle, 162 volumes of the record, 32 volumes of the table, 255 volumes of biographies, a total of 496 volumes, and about 5 million words. It is the largest official historical book in the twenty-five histories.

It is also the most chaotic historical book that has been cultivated. It took only two and a half years to complete such a huge historical book, and the successor Aturu, the president of Tutuweidu, did not understand Chinese characters at all...

It can be said that the Mongols had no intention of revising the history of the Song Dynasty at all, and they were completely perfunctory. There were many miscellaneous mistakes and omissions in it. Later generations wanted to revise the history of the Song Dynasty, but they never succeeded.

Therefore, the history of the Song Dynasty was the most chaotic, especially the part of Song Huizong Zhao Ji at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty...

However, Wen Fei already knew the general historical context.

He appeared on the streets of the Northern Song Dynasty. The hustle and bustle at night did not exhaust the firepower of the prosperous city of Tokyo, and was still full of vitality during the day. Walking on such a street a thousand years ago, watching the pedestrians passing by on the street. Wen Fei's tense heart slowly stretched out.

However, Wen Fei then saw a scene that made him feel bad. A group of green-robed Taoist priests walked on the street. The scene was like a devil entering a village, or a city manager coming. Wherever these Taoist priests went, they were in chaos. Small vendors on the roadside were hiding, and even the shops next to the street all came to the door and closed their doors.

There was a small vendor who bought cloth and couldn't avoid it, and was pulled by a Taoist priest. Several people surrounded him and fists and kicked him: "You thief, you are shameless. When you see Taoist priests, why do you hide? I ask you, have you paid the moral tax?"

The vendor was beaten with bleeding from nose, and he didn't bother to apply it, and smiled and said with apologies: "Dear Masters, didn't we pay the moral tax once three days ago?"

"So brave!" A Taoist priest cursed and punched the vendor in the face, cursing: "What do you mean? My tutor mainly cultivates Shenxiao Tiangong to bless you people in the entire Tokyo city. Have you paid more money for the whole of you... beat me..."

Wen Fei was almost angry. Grandma, he thought what moral tax was? He actually used to impose levies under his banner. What kind of virtue does these Taoist priests look like? They looked more like some gangsters.

A sense of nameless anger rushed up. Although Master Wen was not a good person, he never refused to do such a tasteless thing. How much money can you get from these vendors? He ruined his reputation for nothing and turned into a rat crossing the street...

Wen Fei was about to stop, but someone shouted. At some point, a carriage had already been parked on the street, and Wen Fei looked familiar. It was Cai Jing's carriage, and a driver who drove the carriage shouted: "Stop! What are you doing? Are you not afraid of the yamen runners in Kaifeng Prefecture?"

"We are not afraid of the masters of Kaifeng Prefecture, so why are we afraid of the yamen runners?" Several Taoist priests surrounded the carriage in a daze.

The coachman's face changed and he shouted, "This is Mr. Cai's carriage, what do you want to do?"

Among the Tokyo city with a population of millions, there was a second one before, but now there was only one. When the coachman shouted like this, several rogue Taoist priests showed some fear. But there was another one who was still stubborn and shouted: "What is the King of Cai? Haven't you stopped looking?" Although he said that, he didn't dare to surround him and left cursed.

At this time, the carriage door opened, an old man walked down, bowed and smiled at Wen Fei, "Father Shang, long time no see!"

Needless to say, this old man is naturally Cai Jing. I haven't seen him for a while, even Wen Fei was bedridden for several months last time. Now it seems that Cai Jing is much older, with white hair on his temples. He seems to have even been hunched over his waist.

Faced with such a treacherous minister whom everyone hated later generations, Wen Fei would not be afraid or afraid like the first. The complexity of historical figures is impossible to explain clearly in just a few words.

Wen Fei smiled a little: "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Cai here!"

Cai Jing laughed: "It's not a coincidence. It's clear that I've been waiting for Shang's father to appear here!"

Wen Fei returned to the "Heaven Court" and would appear wherever he left. This was an open secret. Wen Fei did not hide too much at the time, so he walked directly into a secluded street corner and traveled back. If he had a heart, it would be not difficult to find out.

"So did you mean to let me see the Taoist priests just now?" Wen Fei didn't believe it, so coincidental, Cai Jing, the old fox, was waiting here. Just then, a few ignorant Taoist priests who were ignorant of life and death came out to cause trouble. (To be continued...)
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