Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 487 Sachima

Sachima is the transliteration of the Jurchen word "tangchan", which is the name of a Jurchen sweet.

The exact year of its creation is no longer traceable, but when the Northern Song Dynasty sent envoys to the Jin Dynasty, they ate this kind of snack and wrote about it in the articles written by the envoy.

Wuda picked up the piece of sachima with two slender fingers and handed it to Yang Yuan's lips.

A unique sweet fragrance instantly ignited Yang Yuan's taste buds.

Yang Yuan looked at Wudayou, then turned his gaze back to Sachima.

It is quite interesting that the female shaman of the Pearl King Sheyema, the highest clergyman of the tribe, actually behaved like this towards him.

Seeing that Yang Yuan remained silent, Wu Dayou smiled brightly. She took the sachima back, opened her rosy lips, and took a light bite.

Wudayou chewed it and handed the sachima back to Yang Yuan's mouth.

Yang Yuan shook his head slightly and said, "I didn't suspect you of poisoning me.

Because, unless you knew in advance that you would meet me today and that we would live in peace and have a meal together, you would not have poisoned your sachima in advance. "

Wu Dayou smiled charmingly and said, "Since you know that I am a shaman, maybe I can really calculate in advance that I will meet you today?"

Yang Yuan smiled and didn't say anything else. Instead, he lowered his head and took a big bite from Wu Dayou's hand.

Yang Yuan opened his mouth quite wide, and his lips touched Wu Dayou's fingers.

But Wu Da did not retract his hand, but his eyes became more and more hazy.

The sachima made by Wudayou is delicious, with a fluffy and sweet crust and raisins and nuts inside.

Different levels of flavor are transmitted to the tip of the tongue one by one, like lotus petals opening.

"Is it tasty?"

"Just like you, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, every bite has a flavor that makes you want to stop."

Yang Yuan licked the sweet fragrance on his lips and teased her wantonly, his eyes were fiery and full of aggression.

Wu Dayou chuckled, gently covered his lips with the back of his palm, and whispered, "My little prince, you are really good at talking.

It's a pity that I'm not the kind of girl who would be completely infatuated with just a few nice words. "

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "So, what exactly does my uncle want you to do? Gain my trust first, and then find a chance to poison me?"

Yang Yuan thought about it, shook his head and said, "To be honest, it's quite difficult."

"It has nothing to do with Sheyama."

Wu Dayou answered readily: "It's just that I personally feel that you, my little prince, are just as you said, you have the appearance of an emperor! You are so domineering!"

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "You are really good at talking. It's a pity that I am not a fool who will be fascinated by just a few nice words.

I wonder what you want to do, Wudayou?"

Wu Dayou stared at Yang Yuan and suddenly asked, "Young Prince, do you think we really have a chance to defeat Wan Yanliang?"

Yang Yuan thought for a moment and replied, “I’m not sure if I can change the entire Jin Dynasty.

However, we can at least hold half of the country together with Wanyan Liang and compete with him on equal terms."

"Why? Just because the young prince's father blocked Wan Yanliang's attack?"

Yang Yuan stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of her: "No! First of all, I know that Song will not let go of this opportunity.

The Song Dynasty used Lin'an as a temporary capital and never made it its capital. The capital of the Song Dynasty has always been Dongjing Bianliang until now.

The newly enthroned emperor of the Song Dynasty is also an ambitious man. He will definitely make good use of the chaos in the Jin Dynasty. "

"And a second one?"

"Secondly, I have found very powerful helpers from Korea and Japan. They can continuously transport various military supplies for me."

Yang Yuan looked at Wu Dayou's dilated pupils and smiled, "I was the one who facilitated this matter. Not many people know about it at the moment, even Wanyan Darui doesn't know yet, but I'm telling you now."

Wu Dayou said excitedly: "In this case, if the King of Yue can become the leader of the alliance and gather the strength of the various tribes in the northeast, there is really great potential."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "Don't jump to conclusions yet. I still have a third option to mention."

Wu Dayou was surprised and asked, "There is a third one?"

Yang Yuan said: "Third, Wanyan Yong, the Prince of Ge in Liaoyang Prefecture, has long had rebellious intentions. He is now pretending to be righteous just to gather as many people, money and materials from Liaodong who are loyal to Wanyan Liang as possible under his command."

Yang Yuan was not afraid to tell Wu Dayou about this matter. He would never let Wanyan Yonggou develop in Liaodong.

When he goes to the holy mountain, he will expose Wanyan Yong's conspiracy in public and force Wanyan Yong to break with Wanyan Liang as soon as possible and become a member of the rebel army as soon as possible.

As for saying that this is not good for Wanyan Yong's development..., what does that have to do with me, Yang Yuan?

Yang Yuan only hoped that the Jin Kingdom would continue to be in endless chaos rather than a powerful figure emerging who could put it all to rest.

Moreover, Yang Yuan only said that Wanyan Yong was a hidden traitor and said nothing else.

Others did not know the relationship between King Zhao and King Ge, so they did not dare to keep the secret for themselves.

Wu Dayou was really shocked beyond words this time.

She also played a role in persuading Wanyan Sheye to come out of retirement.

In order to persuade Sheyema to come out of retirement, she had prayed to the gods and cast seven divinations in a row, and all the divinations showed the best fortune, which gave Sheyema the courage.

So, in fact, she cares more about the world situation than Sheyema.

For the Liaodong rebels, the biggest threat now is not the army sent north from Yanjing, but the Liaoyang soldiers who are eyeing them from the flank.

Wanyan Yong had not taken any action, which certainly made Wanyan Liang in Yanjing very angry, but it was precisely because he had not taken any action that the Liaodong rebels were also worried.

It is difficult for all parties to assess Wanyan Yong’s true strength now, especially after he annexed the border troops in Jiuliancheng.

But now the young prince told her that Wanyan Yong was also a traitor!
Seeing Wu Dayou’s dazed face due to shock, Yang Yuan couldn’t help but smile.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the residue of sachima on Wuda's lips with his thumb.

There was a young woman in her thirties in Wuda whose face suddenly blushed because of his gentle and ambiguous actions.

Tsk! We are all foxes who have lived for thousands of years, so who doesn’t know how to flirt?

As Yang Yuan thought about it, he put his thumb to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the sugar residue.

Wu Dayou's delicate body trembled. A strange feeling made her unable to help but twist her hips and change to a more comfortable sitting position.

Yang Yuan said: "There is also a fourth point, which is also the last point. It involves a secret that cannot be made public now, so I don't need to tell you.

Just based on the above three points, do you think we can stand up to Wanyan Liang?"

Wu Dayou murmured: "Not only that, if everything goes well, it is not impossible to replace him..."

Yang Yuan's eyes narrowed and he asked, "So, why are you asking about this? It seems like you care more about my success or failure than my uncle does?"

Wudayou's eyes suddenly became clear: "Sheyema was invited by me and Bojin from several large tribes. He actually has no intention of competing with Wanyan Liang."

Yang Yuan said leisurely: "My uncle is over fifty years old. Even if we conquer the world, I am afraid he will not live to rule.

Moreover, as I said just now, he was not the first to raise the banner of rebellion, nor was he the one who defeated the imperial court, nor was he a member of the royal family, so he should know his own worth."

Wu Dayou said softly, "Didn't the King of Yue and the King of Zhao cross the sea from Shandong to Liaodong at that time? We didn't expect you to come back so soon." Yang Yuan asked, "So, you want to change your allegiance now?"

Wu Dayou blushed and said softly: "Don't say such harsh words, a good minister chooses his master to serve."

Yang Yuan asked doubtfully, "But what do you want? To be appointed Prime Minister or a noble?"

Yang Yuan was already pinching his chin and thinking: "It's not impossible..."

Yang Yuan didn't care whether it would work or not. Women happened to have a high status in the Jurchen tribe, so he just agreed to it first.

Anyway, no matter what debts he owes in the name of the Prince of Yue's Mansion, he is not the legal person.

Unexpectedly, Wu Dayou said, "No! I don't want to be appointed a general or a marquis.

I just hope that if I can help the young prince convince those who support Sheyema to turn to support the King of Yue, the King of Yue will be able to successfully become the Du Bojilie.

Then, when the King of Yue unifies the world and ascends the throne of the Supreme Emperor, you can promise me one thing. "

"Oh?"

Yang Yuan was really curious this time: "What's the matter?"

Wudayou's face turned red again, this time because of anger and excitement: "I demand that shamanism be established as the state religion!"

Wudayou angrily complained about the fact that many tribes now neglect Shamanism and allow Buddhism and Taoism to preach and develop believers in their tribes, which further caused Shamanism to decline.

Yang Yuan never expected that this woman was actually a "devout" shamanist.

Actually, it is not right to say that she is pious.

She was not, like Emmanuelle Belle, a person of firm and clear doctrinal beliefs.

In fact, you might as well understand her resentment as the sadness and anger of the privileged old aristocracy who are gradually being abandoned in the tide of historical development.

Her family has been shamans for generations. Shamanism, as a religion with obvious clan and tribal characteristics, is widely present in the Northeast and even Siberia.

However, the shamans of each tribe were all small and viable. They had no common classics, no common god names, no common organizations, and each lived and worked in its own tribe.

This meant that after the tribes gradually disappeared and the states gradually emerged, it was destined to decline.

In fact, it is not so accurate to say that it is in decline, because until modern times, there were still many people among the Hezhe, Oroqen, Ewenki, Daur and other ethnic groups in the Northeast region who believed in Shamanism.

However, compared with its once noble status in the tribe, it has now completely sunk to the bottom of the people.

And Wuda Youzhuzhu was an eyewitness to this rise and fall.

She is thirty years old this year, and the Jin Dynasty has only been established for forty years.

In other words, from her childhood till now, she has witnessed with her own eyes how her family was once respected in the tribe, and how now it has lost its followers and honor.

As a person who has personally witnessed its decline from glory, the feeling of loss and pain is something that those who read the records in piles of old papers cannot possibly understand.

After listening to her, Yang Yuan thought about it and decided to plant a seed in her heart.

Just like when he was on his way here, he kept instilling in Wanyan Hongkang and Shangguan Luo that "Mongol Li" was terrible, and if they were not alert and suppressed now, it would become the gravedigger of the Great Jin in the future.

Who knows when this seed will take root and sprout.

Yang Yuan said: "I have had an idea about this matter for a long time."

Yang Yuan had just come up with this idea, but he acted like a charlatan and tried to deceive the charlatan in front of him.

"I once came into contact with people from the far west through the sea merchants of Goryeo and Japan.

Among them there is one religion, and all believe in it.

Not only that, even their king's ascension to the throne requires its approval. Its leader is honored as the Pope. "

Wuda had never heard of such a thing, and her eyes opened wide.

For a moment, there was a kind of cuteness on his face that was inconsistent with his age and experience.

Pope? Pope! Can a leader of a religion have such a high status?

She vaguely remembered that when she was a child, her grandfather told her stories from long ago. It seemed that shamans in the tribes at that time also had such supreme power.

The tribal leader at that time needed confirmation from the shaman. Could this story be true?
Yang Yuan said solemnly: "I am the prince of Yuewang Mansion. If we can conquer this territory and hold this kingdom firmly, then one day, I will be the emperor here.

Not only will I establish Shamanism as the state religion, I will also imitate the Far West and allow our Shamanism to have supreme power.

From now on, our emperor's ascension to the throne will also require the shaman's approval and blessing."

Wu Dayou's vision quickly became clear.

She was a shrewd woman. Yang Yuan's big cake did not confuse her, but instead made her alert.

Who would like to put a shackle on his head?
Who would be willing to hand over his throne to a shaman for approval before it can take effect?

This little man, he is lying to me!

Just as this thought flashed through Wu Dayou's mind, Yang Yuan said, "Do you think I'm lying? Because no emperor would be willing to put a shackle on himself?"

Wu Da couldn't help but nodded.

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "But in that far west, it is still their king who governs the country!

Although the leader they believe in is of higher status than them, he cannot compete with them for secular power.

So what does it matter if we elect a more powerful pope? Do you know what good that would bring?"

Looking at Wudayou's inquisitive eyes, Yang Yuan did not hesitate to graft Japan's "one dynasty for all eternity" into this "ideal country":
“Because in this way, their emperor or king’s position will be secure.

Even if a powerful minister appears in a certain generation, this minister will at most treat the emperor of that generation as a puppet.

He dared not and could not replace it. Look at our world, look at our Great Jin..."

Yang Yuan shook his head and sighed, "If we could also have a pope with a wide range of followers who could establish the emperor, Wanyan Liang, as a regicide, would never be able to become emperor. Only in this way can the country be forever secure!"

Wudayou's eyes shone again.

This reason was so powerful that she believed it!
King Zhenzhu was only forced to come out of seclusion with reluctance. Although Wudayou successfully persuaded him to join the fight for the world, he naturally did not dare to hold out too much hope for his success.

It was for this reason that when she saw the arrogance and confidence of the young prince "Wanyan Hongkang" at the banquet, she was immediately moved.

However, she really didn't ask for much, as long as Shamanism could be established as a state religion and continue to exist with a legal status.

She was satisfied as long as her family was still noble messengers of God in their own tribe.

But, the little prince really..., I cried my heart out.

Wudayou, who only wanted a bowl of "Enshima" but was instead given a mouthful of "Sachima", had tears in his eyes.

"Little prince..."

Wudayou's voice was just like the sachima she fed to Yang Yuan, with a hint of sweetness:
"King Sheyema's troops are stationed outside. The more than one hundred guards next to your camp are all my men."

Wu Dayou blinked his eyes, and the look in his eyes was like the frosting on the sachima, sticking to it and about to be pulled into strings:

“It’s a chilly autumn night, I wonder if Zhuzhu would be lucky enough to invite the young prince to stay in the same tent.

It would also be good for Zhuzhu to ask you, the young prince, how to become the king of shamans."

(End of this chapter)