When he arrived in front of the city, the ritual officials had issued an order to announce the victory of the northern expedition, and sent officials to sacrifice to the heaven and earth, the country, the wind, clouds, thunderstorms, and mountains, and other gods. After the various sacrificial teams set off, the ministers who welcomed the ritual officials came forward to chant the ritual officials, saying long live the mountain.

The Mongols were also mixed with salutations. Tiemur was naturally not so respectful to his former defeated generals. He acted so carelessly, but his eyes were peerless and looked forward. He saw the little emperor of the Southern Dynasty riding a white horse and wearing a military uniform. His style was not much different from that of the Southern Army generals.

He wore a bucket-shaped bear-skin hat, a brown-red tweed-brown top, gold buttons, decorated with bright yellow straps, a rhinoceros belt with a palm-wide rhinoceros belt around his waist, and a slender sabre hanging. He was wearing breeches, soft leather horse boots, black-faced and yellow cloak, and did not wear armor. He looked mighty and vigorous surrounded by a group of guards in black military uniforms.

Tiemuer looked at the Mongolian robe on his body. Although it was also inlaid with gold and silver, white rat fur, and jade belts decorated with red and sapphires. Although it was extremely luxurious, it seemed so cumbersome in front of the simple military uniform of the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty. He, the arrogant prince, felt a little ashamed of himself and had lost the prince's dignity.

"Assuming!" After the salute, the little emperor turned over and dismounted, stepped forward and helped the important officials in the front row one by one, and raised his hand to let everyone get up. Tie Muer stood up with the singing ceremony, dusted off the dust on his robe, and then watched the little emperor of the Southern Dynasty holding the hand of an old minister with white hair and hair intimately, as if asking about his well-being, he hummed.

"Your Highness, you must be serious and do not lose the dignity of our court!" Seeing the third prince's displeasure and making dirty words, Li Qian reminded in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Tie Muer knew that Li Qian had always been dependent on his father Khan, but he did not dare to be arrogant to him, so he hurriedly said.

He was really uncomfortable. In the past, he only heard that the thief of the Southern Dynasty was still young but had never met him, so he didn't think anything was wrong. Now, seeing his still young face, he felt jealous or envious. He was only in his early twenties, and was the prince of the Yuan Dynasty. His dignified King of Jin was also ordered to go to the Northwest Fu Army to quell the rebellion of the Sect King, which was outstanding among the younger generation.

However, seeing that the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty was younger than himself, he thought that he succeeded to the throne at the brink of his destruction. He killed the Zhang Hongfan brothers in a battle in Yashan, reversed the decline in one fell swoop, and then went abroad to gain a foothold. Ten years later, he led 100,000 elite troops to cross the sea and invaded the hinterland of Jiangnan, annihilated the 200,000 troops stationed in Jiangnan, and recaptured Lin'an.

Looking at the moment, it was just Dai Guan, but he led his troops to the north again, first fighting in Yangzhou, and then designed to kill Yuxi Timur; he led his troops to seize Shouzhou, Fu Li, Xuzhou and Yingtian Prefecture several important towns, and the troops forced Kaifeng. Timur felt that if it were not for his side's favor to seek peace, he would have been afraid that his troops would have reached the Yellow River. He took advantage of his side's "slackening" and turned to Jingxiang and went to Xiangyang again.

Tiemur watched the little emperor of the Southern Dynasty return to the triumphant ceremony today, but he had to endure humiliation and come to discuss whether to stay in Lin'an to become a proton or return to the north, all depends on the little thief's eyes. This made him angry and hated, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. In his eyes, what he was proud of might not be worth a penny or even worth mentioning.

Think about whether he was in Dadu or Helin, those foreign envoys were not humble when they saw him, smiling as charmingly as an ant, with a charming smile at first and a respectful person. As for the captured deposed emperors of the Southern Dynasty and the royal family, the ministers were even more unbearable. They didn't dare to look at them directly, and they looked down and avoided the road, and their eyes would not clamp them.

Now the feng shui is changing. The Yuan Dynasty was defeated in succession and had to put down its figure and beg for peace to the Southern Dynasty. He could only mix among the vassal states and bend his knees towards the Southern Dynasty emperor, but he didn't even have the interest to take a look here. Tiemur felt that he had suffered the greatest shame in his life. His fists were clenched, and his face was ashen, and he wanted to rush up and beat him up.

But Tiemur did not lose his mind after all, and knew that he was in an enemy country. He had seen the whole city be on guard along the way. The city was covered with fully armed guard soldiers. On both sides of the Imperial Street, one stands and five steps, one whistle. All the commanding heights within the range of bows and arrows were stationed, and all the shops and doors and windows of residents were closed. There were also state troops patrolling each other, and Lin'an Government yamen runners were mixed with the crowd to maintain order.

The guards were even more alert. They pressed the handle of the knife and glanced sharply at the surroundings. Tiemur believed that no abnormal movement could escape their eyes. He was afraid that he would be knocked to the ground as soon as he rushed out of the team. It is said that the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty also practiced martial arts with famous teachers since childhood. Not only was he skilled in archery and horses, but his skills in fisting and footwork were also good. He also personally led cavalry to fight under Yangzhou City, killing more than a dozen people on his own. Thinking about the sake of "righteousness", he still endured humiliation and burdened him.

"Your Highness, you're getting on the bus!" The Southern Emperor and the subjects who were welcoming each other had already met each other and went to the imperial tent to change their clothes. The officials of the Ministry of Rites here began to urge them to board the bus, reorganize the team, and prepare to enter the city. Brother Sang saw Tiemur in a daze, and quickly reminded him.

"Oh..." Tie Muer, who was wandering in the sky, woke up and looked around. At this time, the guards who accompanied the chariot had already begun to complete the squad. The team of the chariot avoided both sides and re-arranged, ready to follow the chariot into the city.

Tiemur was still on the same car with Brother Sang. At this time, the sky was already bright, the rising sun was rising, and the fog gradually dissipated, revealing the blue sky, which was a rare good weather in early winter.

"Your Highness, don't worry. The people of the Southern Dynasties do not often say, 'Win victory is common to military affairs'. Now our war is defeated, so peace talks are just a slow-track strategy. Back then, Genghis Khan also had peace talks with Jamu, and then summoned his subordinates to finally destroy them. What we are doing now is to reach peace talks with the Southern Dynasties as soon as possible, so we can get a chance to breathe, and then to calm the civil strife and then reorganize the troops to win time. Other things are insignificant, and we suffer some grievances, which is nothing." Brother Sang saw that he was in a bad mood and was worried that he would do something irrational, so he slowly explained.

"What the Zuo Prime Minister said is that today's humiliation will be returned twice the next day!" Tiemur said gritting his teeth.

As he spoke, the drums and music started again, and the entry ceremony began. Tiemur lifted the curtain and looked out. He saw that the team was led by cavalry. They held flags in front, guarding the imperial flag and the big flag in the back, and controlled the horses and advanced slowly. The following were the infantry troops, lined up in neat square formations, followed by guns and followed. Then there were artillery soldiers, and the war horses were dragging artillery chariots of different calibers and styles into formations.

The Mongols followed the imperial guards who were still in the forefront to enter Beijing. Tiemur had also seen a large formation, but he was still shocked when he looked at the army today. The war horses seemed to be well-versed in human nature. As the drums were pedaling, the horse's hooves were rising and falling, and there was no confusion at all. The infantry and army were marching in a row, as strict as cutting a knife and chopping axe. From any angle, they all became rules. The footsteps of the landing sounded loudly, which was shocking.

The artillery phalanx behind scared Tiemu'er. He knew that most of the Yuan army was defeated here. Those dark muzzles had spitted out the flames of death. Countless Yuan soldiers died under them. Many strong cities collapsed under their bombardment and turned into pieces of ruins. At this moment, these iron guys with faint light seemed to have a compelling evil spirit and exuded the breath of death.

After the front lead team, the guards guarded the chariot of the sage, followed by the chariot of the ministers, which was magnificent and surrounded by the chariot of the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty. Tiemur looked at him through the curtains, but saw that he had changed his crown garment and was talking to the ministers in the same car. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp look at him, and quickly lowered his head. In a hurry, he only saw a general who was a serpent, but his eyes were full of chilling murderous aura.

"This person is the first favorite general of the Southern Dynasty emperor. Ni Liang, the commander of the imperial guards, who once killed our general Liu Shen and seized his warship. He forced Zhang Hongfan to death in Yashan, defeated Yuxi Timur in Jiangdong, and Fu Li gathered to annihilate Halahasun's troops in the battle. In the future, we must not underestimate him when we meet on the battlefield." Brother Sang kept paying attention to Tiemuer's every move. Seeing his eyes dodging, he looked out and explained.

"He is truly a powerful general in the world. I was in a state of unstable state when I looked at him, and I felt that the evil spirit was so fierce!" Tie Muer sighed after hearing this.

"Your Highness, look at the Southern Dynasty army's military power is very majestic, with strict military discipline and high morale. The most elite Qiexue of our dynasty has been in the Central Plains for a long time, and has become a place for a group of powerful and noble children to advance, without any power to fight. The guards' personal army was defeated and lost all. If Your Highness can guard the capital, the Khan will definitely rebuild the guards' personal army. Your Highness must seize the opportunity and be able to train such a strong army, which can suppress the kings internally and shock the Southern Dynasty externally. No matter how the situation evolves, it will be invincible." Brother Sang said.

"After receiving the teachings, if you can get what you wish in the future, you will definitely not forget the Left Prime Minister to give me some advice today!" Tiemur said.

He knew his situation very well. If he wanted to inherit the Khan throne, he actually didn't care about his elders, but his strength. Now his elder brother is in charge of Duhelin and commanded the army in Monan. Although he was closely connected with them when he was pacifying the army, he could not guarantee that he would stand on his side at a critical moment. In addition, if he wanted to inherit the Khan throne, the attitudes of the ministers and kings in the court could not be ignored. Now his father Khan and Han ministers all support his elder brother to succeed to the throne. If he can get the support of the kings in Monan, he will not be able to obtain the Khan throne.
Chapter completed!