The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 299

Now Fugu is no longer a land bordering Xixia for a long time, and it is surrounded by Song soil for a hundred miles, and they are even more powerless to be surrounded.

After entering autumn, the weather became colder every day, Yang Lin tugged at the blanket, and said with a smile, "After this minor illness, I will do a big job."

Yin Qianqian wrung out another hot towel, put it on his forehead, and said angrily, "Don't do it, Dalang, let's take medicine first."

Chapter 351 I'm so angry

Going to the capital, Yelu Yanxi had a rare moment of hardening, and he knew that agreeing to the Jurchen's conditions was tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Daliao refused to confer Wanyan Aguda the emblem of the great sage Emperor Daming, nor did he agree to cede the lost land.

Ma Kuo and the Khitan's main combat faction took the opportunity to speak and asked Liao Lord Yelu Yanxi to kill the Jurchen envoy to strengthen the country's prestige.

Under the instigation of Song Envoy Gao Bing, a group of people gathered to discuss patriotic countermeasures in the largest restaurant in Shangjing. The name of the restaurant was Fengli Xunxianglou, a very simple and appropriate name.

Gao Shan was wearing a blue robe, with a royal blue brocade belt around his waist, and a silver-white silk dress inside, holding a folding fan in his hand.

He was born with long eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and extraordinary, like a jade tree facing the wind, he is a handsome young man who has come out of the dust.

Yu Zhongwen, the left governor of Daliao Shangjing, smiled from a distance and said, "It's been a long time, and the distinguished guests have been waiting for a long time."

"Yu Dutong, please take your seat." Gao Gang smiled and welcomed him into the building, followed by the right general Zuo Gongqi, who was welcomed into the building by Qin Hui.So far, more than a dozen major Khitan generals, who are determined to lead the battle, have gathered here.

After everyone was seated, Gao Shan clapped his hands, and the rings rang softly, and groups of beauties from the Liao Kingdom entered one after another. There are many Khitan ethnic groups, and these beauties have their own characteristics.

Each of the seventeen people present held a beautiful woman by their side. After the wine and meat were served, Gao Gan stood up.

Junya's face twitched for a moment, then suddenly he threw the folding fan on the table, rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "Jurchen Tartars, thieves and birds, you actually insulted His Majesty Daliao, I'm their mother. "

Gao Shan was originally personable and gentle, no matter how you look at it, he is a noble son of a family, but when he got angry, he was full of foul language, and he looked like an old man.He scolded for half an hour before he stopped bitterly, crying with red eyes:

"Although Gao Bing is from the Song Dynasty, since he entered the Liao Dynasty, he has been greatly favored by His Majesty, no matter whether it is a tour or a reward, he cannot bear my name Gao Bing.

The grace of knowing you is nothing more than this, now the Jurchen Tartars humiliate my Majesty, it is simply unbearable.

We Han people have a saying that the master worries about the humiliation of his ministers, and the master humiliates his ministers to death.I have made up my mind to exterminate this group of bird tartars tonight and do my part for His Majesty. "

It's not that the people present didn't know the fate of killing the Jurchen, but until now, there is no difference at all.

Wanyan Laogou has already ordered that the imperial conscript lead the Jin army to advance to Linhuang Mansion in Shangjing, the capital of Liao Dynasty.Fortunately, Daliao Shangjing stayed behind and Tart Buye relied on the solidity of the Shangjing city, the rich accumulation, and held on to the city.

At this time, if you don't kill the Jurchen messengers and send them back, you will immediately be a group of screaming butchers.

Khitan could no longer be weak, these "angry youths" of Khitan applauded Gao Shan one after another.

Ma Kuo's hands were red and swollen, but Qin Hui and Bai Shizhong kept taking advantage of the beauty's waist.

Gao Shan shouted until his voice became hoarse, and when he saw Qin Hui taking advantage of that salty pig's hand, he became angry and said angrily, "I'll meet you, tell me a few words."

Qin Hui cursed in his heart, with a look of common hatred on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I feel uncomfortable at the moment, and I want to cry when I open my eyes. I can't do anything. No wonder people say that you are a scholar who is useless." Tears came down again, and he wiped his tears and said: "Your Majesty, what a good emperor, he was forced by the former slaves to make him a brother emperor. The majestic Lord of Khitan has become a younger brother. I feel very sad!"

As he spoke, he lay down on the beauty's chest and burst into tears. The Khitan beauty couldn't understand what he said, so she hugged him and patted his back to comfort Qin Hui.

The Khitan people finally saw that the celebrities of the Song Dynasty acted recklessly, and they were all deeply moved.

Believe it or not is one thing, if you don't kill the Jurchens, wouldn't those peacemakers gain the upper hand again.

At that time, not to mention the loss of power and humiliation of the country, these Jurchen Tartars will look down on us. Our envoy went to Huining Mansion once, and was whipped by the Jurchens so badly that half of the envoy died when he came back.

Ma Kuo couldn't stand it any longer, coughed lightly, and said, "I, Ma Kuo, will definitely kill these Jurchen tartars, but we are not from Liao, so it is inconvenient to do things, I wonder if you will help?"

Several generals present immediately drew out their knives, stacked them together and said: "Kill Jurchen, report to His Majesty, strengthen Khitan!"

Everyone threw away their knives and indulged in wine and sex. The weather in the northern border had already reached the time when it was snowing, and the icy cold wind was howling outside the window.The inside of the building was full of spring scenery, after the wine was hot, many Khitan young and strong main fighters gathered their generals, and took advantage of the night to kill Honglu Temple.

Gao Gang and the others had already been overwhelmed with alcohol and fell to the ground.He waited until they were all gone before opening his eyes.

Ma Kuo said with a smile: "Gao Yanei, I really have you. No wonder my mentor values ​​you so much. You are indeed a talent. I am convinced."

Gao Shan's face turned red, and Yang Lin's words resounded, and he said embarrassingly: "This is just a false name, just like the floating clouds in the sky."

There were not many people guarding the Honglu Temple in the dark, and the small yamen guard came forward to inquire, but was knocked out of his teeth by Yu Zhongwen's slap.

Dozens of torches only reflected the outline of the house, and the towering trees in the two yards faced each other far away, the dense branches and leaves rustled in the night wind, and it was indescribably quiet.

Yelu Muxun drew out his scimitar and slashed along the crack of the door, splitting the door bolt in half.

There was a soft clicking sound, although the sound of the wood falling to the ground was very soft, but in this silent night, the Khitan people present heard it so thrilling!

In the night, he could be seen making a gesture and slowly pushing the door open.

A tartar in a red coat was on duty in the courtyard. It seemed that he had decided that nothing would happen, and was dozing off while sitting on the railing.

Yelu Muxun rushed forward, grabbed the dozing guy at the door, and covered his mouth.The bright little stick in his hand was inserted between his neck, warm blood spurted out, drenching Yelu Muxun's head and face, stimulated by the smell of blood, the Khitan people were all reeking of alcohol, even more surging.

The sentry Tartar struggled desperately, but was tightly held by a Khitan soldier.In a blink of an eye, the whole thing collapsed.The little soldier let go, picked up the leather cap on the ground, and pressed it on his face.

"Dog Tartar." Yelu Muxun spat, and then led the people to move on. The cold wind blew on their faces, and they suddenly realized what they were doing.Looking back at the dead body, everyone knew that there was no way to turn back.

With red eyes and holding knives, they kicked and killed each other in a small team of dozens of people.

In the inner courtyard, a messy sound suddenly sounded, which alarmed the Jurchen missions who were still sleeping.

Jurchen hero Zan Mo, who is also the envoy of the mission, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a dozen people standing at the door, and the crossbow arrows in their hands could not help but shoot towards him.

In the other room, Wanyan Xinilie, the deputy envoy of the Kingdom of Jin, was the son of Wanyan Aguda and his mother Xiao Chongfei from the imperial clan of the Jin Dynasty.

He howled miserably, and before he could use all his strength, he was shot in the head.

The layout of Honglu Temple is a house on three sides, one side is the main room, and two sides are side rooms.The main house is a small two-story building with steps on the right.I heard the sound of creaking and screaming from the houses on three sides, and a big man rushed out from the first floor of the main house.

When Khitan built this place where envoys from various countries lived, they never thought about a firefight here. The Tartars in the Jurchen mission first ran to Zanmo and Wanyan Xinilie's room after they came out, and waited to see them After he was dead, he suddenly went crazy.

A Tartar rushed into the crowd, shouted a few Jurchen words, and was shot through the throat.

The others immediately understood that if Wanyan Xinilie and Zanmo were both dead, even if they returned to the Kingdom of Jin, they would not escape death.

They looked crazy, some of them had already stretched their bows, when they let go of their arrows, there would be a sound of piercing through the air, it would be easy to crucify a Khitan man.

These young men who had never gone out to fight in the capital city, only now knew that the Jurchen's illustrious reputation was not in vain.

Under such a surprise attack, more than 200 people on his side were beaten with bare buttocks. Yu Zhongnan's face turned pale, and he ordered everyone to withdraw to the courtyard and kill people with crossbow arrows.

The Jurchens were like this, fighting back with bows and arrows through the door, the sound of roaring continued unabated, showing their desperate intent.

Seeing that the soldiers on his side will fall one by one, and the Khitan army from the capital in the distance will come soon after hearing the news, Yelu Muxun threw off his hat and cursed: "Fire the rockets and burn these dog tartars to death!" .”

A skyrocketing fire lit up Shangjing City, and Honglu Temple was reduced to ashes.