"My lord, what do you mean? Of course the general will follow the prince. Wherever you go, the general will follow you."

Monk Wanyan Chen was not good at using force or leading troops. He was just too upright and was never appreciated by his superiors in the army when he was young. Wanyan Kang was the first person to be kind to him.

Therefore, even though Wanyankang only has one city left and more than ten thousand soldiers and horses, Monk Wanyanchen has never thought of leaving.

Besides, now that the Jin Kingdom no longer exists, the Xixia Kingdom exists in name only, and he has a deep hatred with the Mongols in the north. Where can he go?

"I received a report from the scouts that General Yici Pu'a had already died in the battle on Mengzhou City, and not even his body was left behind."

"In less than a month, the original 60,000-strong army was reduced to only 15,000. Look at our current situation, hey..."

There were only the two of them in the room, so Wan Yankang naturally did not show any pretense, and even lost the airs of King Zhao at all.

Thinking about the self-satisfied self in the past, and then looking at the bleak scene now, Wanyankang has some doubts about whether his persistence for so many years is right or wrong?

"Your Majesty, what do you want?..."

Monk Wanyan Chen was just upright, not stupid. When Wanyankang said this, he knew that Prince Zhao might have new plans for the future.

"I have already written a letter here. Unfortunately, the cold poison in my body has not yet been eliminated. Daily walking is okay, but riding long distances is a bit difficult."

"I would like to ask General Wanyan to go to Luoyang City for me and personally meet His Highness the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty. I would like to find a way to survive for the fifteen thousand brothers under his command."

Wan Yankang finally made up his mind, or perhaps, after this incident, he realized that he was not suitable to participate in such a game of hegemony.

It's better to get out now than to really lose everything one day.

"My lord, you must know that the Kingdom of Jin perished at the hands of this crown prince of Song Dynasty?"

Although, Wan Yankang's power has been considered an independent existence in recent years.

However, all the generals in his army, including more than 80% of the soldiers, came from the original Kingdom of Jin.

It is unrealistic to say that he has no feelings for the Kingdom of Jin at all, not to mention that the two people in the room now have the surname Wanyan.

"General Wanyan, do you know how the Jin Kingdom fell?"

"The destruction of the Jin Kingdom was neither a crime of war nor at the hands of anyone. If you have to find a reason, maybe everything is God's will."

"It is said that Commander Wanyan Saibu personally submitted the letter of surrender to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty. He was the God of War in the hearts of generations of people in the Song Dynasty."

"Even his old man gave up his resistance and saved the last face of the Jin Kingdom. In other words, with his own infamy, he won the rebirth of His Majesty the Jin Kingdom and tens of thousands of soldiers."

"Wanyan Saibu Lao Shuai died, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty did not let him suffer any infamy, but gave him a generous burial like a hero."

"Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence. When it's time to make a decision, maybe we shouldn't be too selfish."

Wan Yankang's words were spoken very calmly, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

It seems that these twenty days of experience have allowed this prince, who has lived in a greenhouse since childhood, to truly experience an inner baptism.

Whether it was the death of 45,000 soldiers under his command, or Ouyang Ke's palm that severely injured him, they all made him realize the cruelty of reality.

The improvement of his state of mind actually made his Quanzhen Mental Technique, which he had not improved for a long time, make a qualitative leap.

In the past ten years, Wan Yankang's practice has gradually gone astray.

First, he was addicted to the practice of "Nine Yin White Bone Claws". Later, he got the "Xuanming Divine Palm" and regarded it as a treasure, but ignored the practice of Quanzhen Heart Technique.

Now it seems that it seems to be a bit of a waste of time.

Of course, wherever you put in the effort, you will naturally reap the rewards.

Wanyankang's martial arts skills and combat prowess are considered outstanding among his peers.

Otherwise, the old naughty boy Zhou Botong would not have thought that he was the first of the three generations of Quanzhen disciples, and would not have thought of cultivating him to become the next leader of the Quanzhen sect.

"Okay, now that the prince has decided, the general will do it."

After taking the letter from Wanyankang, Monk Wanyanchen turned around and left.

Today's Kangcheng is surrounded, or protected, by the "Dunwu Army". As long as the "Dunwu Army" does not attack, Kangcheng will naturally be as stable as Mount Tai.

"Boy, have you really decided?"

Monk Wanyan Chen left, but the old naughty boy jumped down from the beam, which really shocked Wanyan Kang.

"Uncle Master, when did you go to the rafters?"

Regarding his great uncle, Wan Yankang's emotions were somewhat complicated.

I was grateful for his life-saving grace. After all, if the old naughty boy hadn't arrived in time, Wan Yankang would have been poisoned by Ouyang Ke.

However, this old man acts too much in his own way...

Well, who called him "Old Naughty Boy"?

A person's name may be wrong, but a person's nickname is always worthy of the name.

"Is there anything I can't let go of? If my uncle hadn't saved me that night, if it hadn't been for the Song Dynasty's 'Dunwu Army' that drove away the Mongols."

"Everything in front of me, including my Wan Yankang's life, may not exist anymore. The power and position are just passing by. It's better to practice kung fu with my uncle."

"Hahaha, good, good. It's a pity that you have already worshiped Qiu Chuji, that little naughty boy, as your master, otherwise I, the old naughty boy, would have accepted you as my apprentice."

"You are different from brothers Guo Mo and Guo Jing. They have other masters, but you are serious about worshiping Qiu Chuji. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

The old naughty boy kept talking nonsense there, and even didn't stop to scold Qiu Chuji a few times.

Wanyankang looked at it and wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"Then have you decided when to leave?"

Wanyan Kang wrote a letter to Guo Mo and asked his only general, Monk Wanyan Chen, to deliver it in person. In the letter, he had dedicated Kangcheng and the fifteen thousand soldiers to Guo Mo.

Wanyankang also believed that given Guo Mo's "hungry for talents" appearance, he would definitely like to accept a strong player like Monk Wanyanchen.

However, Wan Yankang himself did not intend to serve under Guo Mo.

Therefore, as soon as Monk Wanyan Chen left, Wanyan Kang also planned to leave, without waiting for Guo Mo's reply and the generals of the Song Dynasty to come and take over.

"This junior can leave at any time, but I still have two daughters, one is four years old and the other is still in her infancy."

Wanyankang could give up everything, even those concubines, but he could not abandon the two daughters that two of the concubines gave birth to for him.

"What's so difficult about this? Just take them to Zhongnan Mountain together. Isn't Sun Buer in Chongyang Palace a woman? She has also accepted some female disciples."

"Ask your two women. If you want to continue to follow you, just take your daughter with you. If you don't want to follow you and you can't let go of the child, just take the child with you."

Some old naughty boys who talked incoherently finally became sober for once.

Sure enough, Wanyankang's concubines all came here for his power. When they heard that Wanyankang no longer wanted to be a prince, but wanted to go to a distant mountain, they all declined politely.

On the other hand, the biological mother of her infant daughter, whether because she felt sorry for her young daughter or because she really had nowhere to go, actually agreed to go with Wan Yankang.

At this time, Wanyan Kang vaguely remembered that the concubine's name was Bai Su.

Originally a Han Chinese who had lived in Taiyuan City for a long time, he came to Kangcheng with his father five years ago. Unfortunately, his old father contracted a serious disease and eventually passed away.

What a coincidence, Wanyankang was depressed in the palace, so he went for a casual stroll in the market in Kangcheng, and met this woman named Bai Su who was "selling her body to bury her father."

It was also in the square in the middle of the street, with flags held high, and people watching...

Scenes like "selling one's body to bury one's father" accidentally reminded Wanyankang of the "competition to recruit a bride" on the streets of Zhongdu City a few years ago.

It's just fifty taels of silver, so Wanyankang naturally won't care.

He wasn't attracted by the woman's appearance either. Although the woman named Bai Su was indeed outstanding in appearance, what was rare was that she still had a bit of a bookish smell all over her body.

When the one hundred taels of silver notes were placed in front of Bai Su's eyes, Bai Su knew that from today on, his life and body belonged to the stranger in front of him.

Fortunately, he is a young and handsome young man, not a toothless old man.

In this way, the day after Monk Wanyan Chen left Kangcheng, Wanyankang had three carriages prepared. Bai Su and his two daughters took one, and Wanyankang himself took one.

There was only one car left, and I had brought enough changes of clothes and daily necessities. Of course, there were a lot of banknotes and gold and silver, and Wan Yankang also brought a lot of them.

Whether it is to support a concubine or two daughters, or to support Wan Yankang himself, there is always room for money.

With a peerless master like the old naughty boy Zhou Botong accompanying him, Wan Yankang didn't have to worry about anything going wrong on the road.

Being able to persuade Wanyan Kang to follow him back to Zhongnan Mountain, the old naughty boy felt that he had done a great thing for the Quanzhen Sect.

Wan Yankang's thoughts at this time became simpler.

He doesn't want to be the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. He lost to the Mongols in military affairs and Ouyang Ke in martial arts. He must be able to make amends in some aspect during his lifetime, right?

Just a question from the old naughty boy made Wan Yankang struggle for a long time, and finally decided to take it one step at a time.

"When you arrive at Chongyang Palace, what will you do if your master asks you to change your name to 'Yang Kang'?"

…

Lin'an City, Daqing Hall.

"Hahaha—here comes Wanyan Shouxu, the king of Xuan Dajin Kingdom—"

In the second month after the Jin Kingdom was destroyed, Wanyan Shouxu arrived at Lin'an City after recovering from his illness.

However, the official Zhao Kuo, who had already received the news, did not receive him immediately. Instead, he asked Wanyan Shouxu to stay in the post house until the first court meeting in August.

The scale of the court meeting this time was obviously higher than before, and some senior officials in the court who had not been in court for a long time were strictly ordered to be present.

Above the Daqing Hall and below the Golden Platform, the official Zhao Kuo also specially set up an embroidered pier, with a person sitting on it.
To be continued...