Chen Wenlong shook his head with a wine glass, "You are different from me. Your long-cherished wish is to restore the territory of the Song Dynasty and regain these broken mountains and rivers. Now you have already achieved your wish.

My wish is to make everyone in the Song Dynasty have clothes and food, but it has not been achieved."

"admire."

Wen Tianxiang raised his hand and said, "That's amazing, it's admirable!"

He knew in his heart that even if the Song Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, it would be impossible for everyone to have clothes and food to eat.

Chen Wenlong's like this is not much different from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's ambition to save all the evil ghosts in hell.

Chen Wenlong wants to work hard for the Song Dynasty all his life.

He has such a temperament, perhaps even after retirement, he will still work hard for the Song Dynasty.

It's the fifth day of the New Year.

Somewhere in the upper reaches of the Onon River in the north of the Mobei.

This seems to be just an inconspicuous place on this vast grassland, with the same shade of green grass and the same blue sky and white clouds.

This is a beautiful scenery that makes people feel ethereal, but it is inevitable that it will be a bit boring after watching it for too long.

But everyone on the grassland knows that this place is very special on the grassland.

The hundreds of continuous yurts, the colorful flags floating between the yurts, and the high-mounted stone towers, were all shining with glory! This is the place where Temujin, who created a powerful empire with territory spanning Europe and Asia, was born and made his fortune.

Even though the grassland is still divided into many tribes, just this place, this grassland of Qiyan tribe is also a holy place in the hearts of all the warriors on the grassland.

This is the place where the most supreme eagle on the grassland first spread its wings.

Every land and every grass tip here is filled with its glory, and the glory of the people living on this grassland.

Taking this place as the starting point, their ancestors once created extremely brilliant achievements.

The ancestral land of the Borjijin clan.

Now, several of Zhenjin's legitimate uncles and the direct bloodline of the Borjijin clan are here.

At the same time, there are also several brothers with real gold.

This can be said to be a tradition in the Yuan Dynasty. When the emperor ascended the throne, some people would always be sent back to their ancestral land.

Of course, he came back to guard the ancestral land in name, but in fact he was just the final ending of the loser.

However, in the court dispute, it is already good to be able to save your life.

Those who have been fighting for the throne in the past dynasties and who can survive in the end without losing are not simple characters.

What's more, this place is also the ancestral land.

The Qiyan tribe is also extremely powerful on the grassland, and it may not be worse here than being a idle prince in the Central Plains.

A team of more than 200 people appeared from the green hillside in the distance, getting closer and closer to the white yurt.

Soon, when they get closer, they can hear the sound of slapping horses on the grassland.

I don’t know where the knight jumped out. The equestrian skills were extremely exquisite. A few people rushed to the front of the team of more than 200 people in a blink of an eye.

"Who?"

The man in the middle pulled his bow and arrow, aiming at the man in the front of the team.

It was Tiemur.

Tiemuer glanced at the knights, as if he was a little smile, and suddenly squatted down and pulled a handful of grass and rubbed his face.

This rubbed off the dust of Jiejia's face, revealing his original skin color, "Brother An, don't you even recognize me?"

The knight was stunned at the moment, and then he showed a look of great surprise, and he rolled and scrambled and got off the horse, "It's the third prince! It's the third prince! It's you?"

He fell to his knees and gave Timur the most respectful and sincere manners.

Moreover, this man who looked strong and strong actually burst into tears at this moment.

He raised his head suddenly and said, "Third Prince, we have received news from Zhongdu that you have been murdering the emperor... Why are you here?"

As he said that he seemed to notice the people behind Tiemur, "Why are there so many adults..." "Brother An."

Timur patted the knight in front of him on the shoulder and said, "Speak for this, let me tell you slowly."

How could I murder my father? That was just a strategy I used to escape from the shells, just to hide it from the Song army and return to the ancestral land.”

Listening to this, some gleam appeared in Brother An's eyes, "Third Prince, do you want to..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 �

Tiemur interrupted him directly, "I am not willing to fail like this."

As he said that, he looked at Brother An and said, "Brother An, you have been brothers with me since you were young, and I regard you as my right-hand man.

You will help me, right?"

Ange put his right hand tilted on his chest, "Aunt Ange's life belongs to the third prince in this life!"

"I knew you would always be my brother."

Timur laughed, "It seems that it was the most correct choice for me to send you back to my ancestral land.

Brother An, tell me, now you have mastered the power of the ancestral land. You know, I am not right this time when I come back, and my uncles will not let me accept the ancestral land easily.

They were all scared by the Song Dynasty. If I was not wrong, some of them were already thinking about how to surrender to the Song Dynasty, just waiting for the Song Dynasty to send people over, right?"

"Yes."

Ange gritted his teeth and said disdainfully: "Their ambitions have long been decayed."
Chapter completed!