Chapter 3 Father and Son (I)

His Highness Zheng...

Feng Ji... went to the Liao army camp... to live and die together...

In an instant, a long period of past events rushed into Ning Ziming's mind like a tide.

He remembered who the obscene general translator was in front of him. Feng Ji, the proofreader of the Secretariat, Feng Wei, Duke of Yan, the second son of Feng Dao, the secretary-general of the Secretariat and the political affairs of Tongpingzhang, and one of the many civil officials who accompanied Shi Yanxi and Shi Yanbao to the Khitan military camp to carry the thorns and apologize.

Du Chongwei surrendered to the enemy after the battle, and strongly advocated giving up resistance to surrendering to the Khitan, so he led his father Feng Dao. In order to win the trust of the Khitans, he also specially suggested that the State of Jin send out the only two princes. Before leaving, Shi Chonggui couldn't give up his father and son, so he added the two brothers to the governor of Qizhou and the governor of Zhengzhou to the King of Qi and Zheng!

Then, Feng Dao had a great friendship with the Liao Kingdom's civil and military officials and both father and son became guests of honor. However, Shi Yanbao and his brother Shi Yanxu became prisoners. Until the Great Jin Dynasty destroyed the country, the two brothers were tragically injured while being escorted north!

Many images have appeared in Ning Ziming's mind more than once, but they have never been as clear as today. Many images have appeared for the first time, which just filled the original gap in memory. "I am Shi Yanbao, I am really the second prince Shi Yanbao!" His body shaking, and he tried hard to poke the iron whip into the beach, so he barely supported himself not to fall down.

Half of the lost memories have returned, and his identity as a prince seems to be proven to be conclusive. However, the other half of the memories that have not been found have always made him feel that the picture he just recalled is not real. Although the fate of the two brothers Shi Yanxu and Shi Yanbao is miserable, they always belong to outsiders. He is just a spectator, who happened to pass by and witness the whole process.

Two completely different conclusions fought fiercely in his mind. One side had completely gained the upper hand, while the other side was like a stubborn dead soldier and refused to surrender.

"I am Shi Yanbao. Those pictures are my personal experiences. Feng Ji's appearance once again proves this fact!"

"No, I'm not Shi Yanbao. Those are just those they said too many times, leaving me with so deep memories. I should be another person. The national hatred of the Great Jin Dynasty has nothing to do with me, and the family feuds of the Shi brothers have nothing to do with me!"

"I am……"

"I'm not..."

"I've remembered it..."

"What is that vacancy? Why do all the memories come from the Khitan military camp before and after I went to the mission to the Khitan military camp, why do I still have no impression of my childhood life, the days in the palace, including the faces of my father and brother?"

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"Third brother, third brother? What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Zhao Kuangyin's voice suddenly came from his ears, with a hint of anxiety.

Ning Ziming's eyes quickly began to condense from dissipation. He raised his head in surprise and responded stammeringly, "No, it's okay. I, haven't I told you and my elder brother that I had a hole in the back of my head. After waking up from a coma, I forgot many things!"

"Oh!" Zhao Kuangyin nodded and suddenly realized. After the first battle between the three of them, Ning Ziming did take the initiative to tell him that he was not Zheng Ziming, but Ning Ziming, and it might be Shi Yanbao. However, most of the memory was lost, and he was not sure! That was why Liaodong and his party urgently needed to find their true identity.

"Yes, it was the Queen Mother Shulu who sent someone!" Fearing that the second prince refused to let him go, Feng Ji rushed to report again, "My father, my father and the minister had already persuaded the emperor, and the Liao chief, and treat you father and son and the captured civil and military officials well in order to make the people of the Central Plains grateful for Huai De. Unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, the old woman Shulu thought that she could not let the people of the Central Plains have any thoughts. She carried the emperor and Liao chief behind her back to kill you two brothers!"

"Is your father and son's face worth it?" Zhao Kuangyin felt a little confused when he heard this, and raised his legs and broke free from Feng Ji's pull, and rode his horse back to the hillside. "Three brothers, you can do it yourself... I'll go and see how Jing Niang is doing? Just now, only Guo Nu stayed to take care of her, I have to go over and take a look!"

"Second brother, please give me a gift!" Ning Ziming knew that Zhao Kuangyin was creating an opportunity for him to deal with Feng Ji alone, so he bowed his hand and whispered.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, don't leave, don't leave! I, I still have something important to tell you! I..." Feng Ji instinctively felt a trace of risk, waved his arms and rushed towards Zhao Kuangyin. Before he could get close to the butt of the war horse, Zhao Kuangyin had already shook the reins, instigated the mount, and galloped away.

"I, I..., Your Highness Zheng, please spare me! I didn't mean it just now!" Feng Ji grabbed it twice, but he didn't even pull a single hair on his ponytail. He was stunned for a moment and turned around and fled.

"Stop, you shameless dog thief!" Ning Ziming was a little confused at first, but when he heard his begging for mercy, he immediately realized. He pulled out the steel whip from the ground and chased him reluctantly.

"Give me your life! I just thought you were robbers and you were black! I couldn't see clearly from such a distance, so I could only help the familiar ones first! I'll spare my life, Your Highness. I have an edict from the Lord in my arms. In order to bring the edict back to the Central Plains, I had to lie on firewood and taste gall, and I had to slap in my vain with the Khitans! It was the edict from the Emperor of Great Jin to the soldiers and civilians of the Central Plains! It was really the edict from the Emperor of Great Jin!"

Feng Ji fled and dodged, while begging loudly. Although he was weak, his ability to save his life was first-class. He always changed directions when he was about to be hit by a steel whip, and always said key words before he was about to be broken and fractured, disturbing the mind of the pursuer.

"Stop, what edict are you talking about? Where is the edict? When have you ever met my father?" Ning Ziming failed to hit the target two or three times in a row, and his murderous intent was leaked. Suddenly, he heard Feng Ji say that there was an edict on his body, and he staggered and stopped, holding up the steel whip and asking sternly.

"Here, it's in the arms of the empress. The empress is a loyal minister, a loyal minister, and a loyal minister like Su Wu!" Feng Ji was so angry that he bent over and fumbled repeatedly in his arms with his hands. After a while, he finally took out a soft deer-skin book bag from his hidden pocket in his clothes. He held it over his head with both hands and walked back towards Ning Ziming carefully.

"If you dare to lie to me, I will definitely crush you to ashes!" Ning Ziming threatened viciously, and he could not let go of his possible father in his heart. He snatched the book bag, untied the leather rope on it, took out a piece of white silk full of handwriting from it, and read it quickly.

"The king of the country that destroyed Shi Chonggui sent him to the Han emperor's palace. I was imprisoned outside the border, and suddenly heard that my brother raised a righteous army and drove into Bian, beheaded famous Khitan generals, and restored the city of Huaxia. He was very relieved. He burned incense and sacrificed to heaven to congratulate him. However, although I was poor in virtue, my nephews were all destroyed on the way to hunt north. In the Khitan barbarians, I could still be a puppet wooden stalk. This was not what I wish, and I was afraid that I would not be able to help myself at that time, so I wrote this book to serve as a quotation for the throne..."

After chatting for a few words at the beginning, he explained his thoughts clearly. He knew that Liu Zhiyuan had defeated the Khitans and seized Bianliang, and felt very relieved, and he specially congratulated the other party.

Then, he quickly turned the topic to the point. He was the king of the devastated country, and his heirs died in misfortune. However, the Khitans would still use themselves as signs and guises to attack south at any time. Therefore, he simply used this letter as an edict to pass on the throne of the Central Plains to the Han King Liu Zhiyuan, so as not to be forced by the Khitans at that time and he would not be able to take the courage to refuse.

As for Liu Zhiyuan's feelings, the letter also took the initiative to state that "Brother is a hero, so you should not need this." However, having such an edict is equivalent to completely cutting off the thoughts of the Khitans. As long as Liu Zhiyuan finds an opportunity to publish the edict to the public, those despicable people from all over the Central Plains who took the opportunity to respond to the Khitan will definitely lose the excuse completely.

Next, he began to summarize the lessons of the failure of the Khitan battle. He used improper personnel, unclear rewards and punishments, poor national strength, and hasty actions. Finally, he never forgot to warn Liu Zhiyuan to first learn from Emperor Taizong of Tang to endure humiliation and take enough time to accumulate national strength. Then he waited for the opportunity, rushed into the grassland in one fell swoop, plowed the Khitans' caves, and re-incorporated the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun into the Han territory.

From beginning to end, there was no word to pray to Liu Zhiyuan to redeem himself, nor did he have any thoughts about the Central Plains throne.

"He, he is really like the legend!" Ning Ziming sighed in his heart while holding the silk book tightly.

Because his memory is still incomplete, he can't remember what his nominal father Shi Chonggui looks like. Of course, he can't have too strong father-son relationship in his heart. However, from the stories he had heard and the letters he had just seen, he could not help but infer that this king of the destruction of the country was a very tough guy!

"Emperor, the emperor thought that Your Highness had already been killed, unfortunately. So, he followed the boat and passed the throne to Liu Zhiyuan!" Seeing that the fingers of "His Highness Zheng" held on the silk book turned blue and white without realizing it. Feng Ji quietly took two steps back, first prepared to escape at any time, and then explained carefully.

Unexpectedly, "His Royal Highness Zheng" had no interest in the throne. Jiang quickly swept him on him with his eyes, and then hesitated and asked: "He, is he okay now? When did you meet him? The Khitans, did the Khitans treat him too harshly?"

"That's not!" Feng Ji shook his head and responded carefully, "Your Highness just worry. The Khitans plan to use him and use the emperor as a guise when attacking the Central Plains next time they attacked the Central Plains! So they would not be too harsh with the emperor. They gave the emperor a village as a fiefdom, which was about fifty miles away. The eunuchs who were accompanying him in the past were also left to the emperor, the emperor. Wei ministers, Wei ministers, Wei ministers, were also under house arrest about five months ago. However, later, after hearing Han Yanhui's words, the Khitan tribes thought it would be a pity to keep the ministers and others just to consume food, so they simply divided the ministers into various tribes and serve as general translators and teachers!"

Ning Ziming felt much more comfortable when he heard this. He frowned and asked tentatively: "Then, is that village near Liaoyang? What is its name? What is the garrison? Do you know the way to go there?"

"It's not Liaoyang, it's Dading Prefecture, it's the original Yingzhou. The village was called Jinwangzhai by the Liao people, around..." Feng Ji responded casually without thinking. Halfway through his words, he suddenly became shocked, jumped up, and dissuaded with a pale face: "Your Highness is going to save the emperor? Your Highness, you must not be reckless! That place goes more than 500 miles deep in Liaodong, and is close to a tribe full of Khitans. If you go, you will definitely never be able to get out in your life!" (Note)
Chapter completed!