I went to the Yu family in Zhongdao, and the busy day was over. I was almost done to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the New Year. Gifts were piled up in the royal palace, and people came to pay New Year's greetings one after another. Li Xingzhou avoided it and asked Shiyu to deal with it.

To put it bluntly, the reason why I gave money to Zhong Daoyu was that I couldn't bear it. Zhong Daoyu was always a military man. The biggest difference between a military man and a literati is that military man's military power is real power, and civil officials are more likely to accumulate connections and family resources in the court.

So if someone like Zhong Daoyu is sick and at home, he will be deserted, but if Duke De retires one day, he will definitely not count those who want to curry favor with him.

As for Tomb Daoyu, he was full of military force for Jing Kingdom and fought south and north. He should not end up like this. He should do his best.

After the first day of the New Year, things were not so busy. Qiu'er asked him to see the steam engine tomorrow, and he immediately agreed. If it weren't for the many trivial matters, he would have wanted to see it long ago.

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People from all over the world, although they are thousands of miles apart, often have amazing similarities in the definitions of solar terms and calendars.

Yelu Yali lifted the curtain of the car, and the sky was cloudless. The snow on the grassland at the foot of the mountain was melting and dissipating. The speed of travel slowed down, indicating that the Jin Dynasty pursued soldiers were already far away.

Just like the Chinese Spring Festival, they called today the "Yuanzheng" and the grandest festival for the Khitans.

In previous years, the six Khitan tribes gathered together. On the vast grassland, the flags of the Liao Kingdom were everywhere. People drank, ate meat, danced, hunted, played, and were happy and comfortable...

The last Yuanzheng Festival was clearly last year, but it was far away and ethereal in my mind, as if many years had passed.

Now, it is another year of the Chinese New Year. They are fleeing, fleeing westward, escaping the Jin people's soldiers...

Yelu Yali was almost crying, she didn't want to run away at all. She would rather die at the top of Shangjing than be driven away by a golden man like a dog.

Unfortunately, she had no choice but to order her father, the most elite imperial guard in the Liao Kingdom, to take her away.

They had run away day and night for many days. The bumps made her fall apart, and she smelled badly. Fortunately, she also brought Jingguo's perfume.

At night, she heard the words of the father outside the car. He said he would go to the west to join the Khitan tribes, especially the Lu King's Fang tribes, and then borrowed troops from them to fight to the death with the Jin people. He also angrily scolded the accompanying soldiers, saying that he was not a coward, and he would prove it.

Once he had troops, he would counterattack the Jin people, proving his courage and courage.

Yali could hear clearly through the wooden wall of the carriage, courage. If his father had the courage, he shouldn't have escaped from Shangjing.

She wanted to go back, but General Yelu Dashi promised her that he would go and bring back reinforcements. Han De asked his grandfather to stay in Nanjing and his brother was there. She only told her father yesterday, but the father ignored her and didn't listen to her.

The emperor's father sent the imperial guards who were summoning reinforcements all the way back one after another, but no one brought good news...

The people who went to the Iwakiya Department did not bring back any soldiers. The tribe leader directly stated that they would not be loyal to cowards, which made his father scold him.

In order to avenge their patriarch Xiao Baoji, the King of Lu Fang tribe, sent a hundred warriors to meet with them in a few days, obviously being perfunctory.

The Ira tribe did not respond.

The sound of feather arrows roaring outside the window, and the arrows fell on the roof of the carriage. Although they did not penetrate the wooden board, she could hear it clearly.

Yelu Yali was very scared, and thought of Yelu Dashi again, and his brother, holding the perfume bottle tightly in his hand, and his heart was up and down, praying that the arrows would not hurt the horse.

The team of hundreds of people continued to run wildly until the evening did not slow down. Yelu Yali stretched out his head through the window and looked at the team of hundreds of people, only seventy or eighty people were left. Everyone was in a mess, and his father's hair was scattered and his heart was still in shock.

When will this day be overwhelming?...
Chapter completed!