There is a broken sword on the table. There are several gaps on the blade, and the broken parts are tightly stuck together, but the broken mark cannot be concealed. On the table, it is still a intact sword, but it can no longer be concealed.
Pick it up. Qingshuang has been broken and Yang Hao has gone. The Qingshuang sword at this time is like the heart of its former owner. The heart has been broken. How can the scars be healed?
Zhe Ziyu sat at the table, dressed in black clothes with a plain belt tied around her slender waist. She listened quietly to the patter of voices outside the window and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, the open window knocked softly a few times.
, Zhe Ziyu raised his head and saw Zhang Shisan standing quietly under the eaves. Behind him was the rain curtain hanging from the eaves like a bead curtain.
"Miss, Envoy Yedan entered the palace and admitted that he was the murderer of Envoy Yang Zuo."
Zhe Ziyu didn't move, and there was no look of surprise on his face. He just had a slight flicker in his eyes, as if his wandering thoughts had returned to his body.
Zhang Shisan added: "The Song envoy Jiao Sicheng was furious and wanted to enter the palace to see the king, but was blocked by Huangfu Jixun. In order to fear that the envoys of the two countries would fight, Huangfu Jixun had mobilized a large group of officers and soldiers to attack the Song Dynasty.
The envoy's post was surrounded by people. Li Yu, the leader of the Tang Dynasty, claimed that he would expel the Khitan envoy, ordered Yelvwen to leave the country within a time limit, and wanted to write to the Song court to plead guilty."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhe Ziyu's lips: "The Song people can't kill Yelvwen. Li Yu doesn't dare to kill Yelvwen. I'll do it."
Zhang Shisan looked at her in surprise: "Miss, I... there are only two of us..."
Zhe Ziyu said calmly: "As long as the weather, location, and people are used well, one person can kill ten thousand people."
Zhang Shisan said uneasily: "Young lady, with her rich body, risking her life so easily, I will never dare to agree to it. It will take a few days for the Khitan envoy to leave. I would like to gather all the details we have scattered throughout the country as soon as possible. Although we still don't have enough manpower."
If it’s not enough, at least I’ll be more confident.”
Zhe Ziyu stood up, looking over Zhang Shisan's shoulders, through the blurry rain curtain behind him, towards the gloomy sky, and said for a long time: "He is looking at me in the sky..."
The night was blurry and the annoying rain had been falling all day with no intention of stopping.
Yelvwen left the palace in a drunken state, boarded his car, and hurried back to the posthouse under the escort of thirty-six iron guards.
Recently, his luck has been really good. The matter of the leader of Jiangnan Kingdom has been settled smoothly. Touching the signed covenant in his arms, Yeluwen smiled proudly. Now he only needs to wait patiently for the news of going to Beijing in order to make a move.
What should he do these two days? Every time he kills someone, his desire is very strong. Thinking of Yang Hao, who had humiliated him, being burned into a ball of coke, he is especially excited. But the injury on Ding Chengye's thigh
It's not light. It has to be raised for a few days anyway. Hmm... It seems that I can find some beauties from the south of the Yangtze River to taste the taste of this Jiangnan woman.
Yelvwen opened the sedan curtain with a smile. It was still raining, and the weather was humid. This was a deep alley, the only way back to the hotel. The road was made of bluestone. One end of the alley was high and the other was low.
, the rain poured down along the bluestone road, making the ground wet and shiny.
On both sides of the road are high courtyard walls, with blue bricks and small tiles and horse-headed walls. The simple and elegant cornices occasionally appear in the courtyard. Both sides of the road are populated by wealthy families. The dusk has deepened and it has been raining for another day. The street
There were no pedestrians on the street, and it was very quiet. Only the lanterns hung by wealthy families were swaying gently in the rain.
Yeluwen called a confidant and ordered him to go to the famous brothel in Jinling to recruit some beautiful Jiangnan beauties to entertain him in the hotel. Before he finished the order, the carriage suddenly stopped. Yeluwen frowned and asked
:"What's up?"
The driver in front said in a deep voice: "Sir, there is someone blocking the road ahead."
"Oh?" Yeluwen raised his brows, pressed the sword tightly, and walked out of the car. The guard in poor clothes sitting next to the driver immediately opened an oil-paper umbrella and raised it to his head.
Yelu Wen stood in the car and looked forward. The long alley was coming to an end. There was only one person standing at the end of the alley, Pingping Tingting. She had a slim figure, and her elegant black clothes could not hide her graceful curves.
Yeluwen smiled, he was really lucky. Just when he thought of a woman, a woman came, and she was a young, beautiful woman with a charming figure.
It's not that he can't see that this woman has bad intentions, but... it's a long, straight alley with numerous high walls on both sides, and there's no one in front of it. There's just this one woman. What can one woman do to him?
Kill him in bed?
He doesn't mind being killed by a woman in bed, it makes him want to die.
Thirty-six guards were already close to his carriage. They clenched their swords and listened to Yeluwen's instructions.
"I want to live, don't hurt her at all!" Yeluwen gave the order and returned to the car to sit down. Of course, the curtains of the car were still raised high. He wanted to watch his men capture this woman and see her dressed up.
, Yeluwen just hopes that this woman's skills are not too bad, so that she can play more interestingly.
As for her identity and purpose of coming, maybe she can tell her everything while crying on the warm and clean big bed, after a period of ecstasy. Yeluwen thought and laughed evilly.
He suddenly realized that the girl was also laughing. When the four guards drew their swords and approached her, like four wolves approaching a little lamb, she suddenly smiled wildly. The cold beauty smiled, even more than the one who was used to laughing.
Women are also very charming. This smile is like clouds opening up to see the moon. Yeluwen's eyes can't help but light up, and he can't help but lean forward, trying to see that charming smile more clearly.
Then, he smelled something strange in the air. Before he could smell the strange smell, he saw the incomparable little beauty wearing a black outfit, a white ribbon, and a delicate figure holding the torch in her hand.
He threw it forward, very gently and gracefully, and then with a "pop" sound, Yeluwen's eyes turned into a sea of fire.
"Ah! Ah! Ah..." All the guards were instantly surrounded by a sea of fire. The entire ground was on fire, and the entire long alley was on fire. The high flames were like red lotuses, steaming up, and in a moment the fire was on fire.
Everyone in it has become a fireman.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Yelu Wen was inexplicably shocked. Before he could urge him, the coachman shook his horse's reins in panic, trying to drive the frightened and barking horses out of the fire, but a loud roar came through the air.
The driver was also a master of riding and archery. He knew very well that such a powerful sound was definitely not from a bow. It was a crossbow, a repeating crossbow, an iron crossbow with ten arrows in one crossbow.
The coachman subconsciously leaned down, only to find that the iron crossbow shot was not a person at all, but a horse. The strong horse neighed and screamed to the ground. The coachman and a guard in the car fell to the ground and were immediately caught in the flames.
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Screams as shrill as ghosts were heard everywhere. Yelvwen was sitting in the car. He was not touched by the fire for a moment, but there was already a sea of fire all around, and the sedan curtain was also on fire. He could not stay any longer, Yelvwen yelled.
With a sound, he pulled off the leather cushion on the seat to protect his head and face, and jumped to the ground.
It was no longer possible for him to run back along the long alley. The fire was raging and the entire ground was covered with kerosene. One end of the long alley was high and the other was low. Before he could reach the end, he would be buried in a sea of flames. He knew that there were people ahead.
The girl in black who was looking for the soul, and at least one crossbowman hiding in the dark, but he couldn't care about it now.
Yeluwen ran forward quickly, and suddenly bumped into a guard who was covered in fire and shouting and running around in the sea of fire. Yeluwen knocked the guard who was covered in fire and knocked him out, and the burning mat in his hand also fell to the ground.
, Yelvwen ran forward with all his strength, his eyebrows, beard, and hair were all burned away by the fire, and his legs were already burned.
He couldn't even care about the fire. He couldn't die here, he couldn't die in the hands of a woman. He wanted to be the emperor. He would become the greatest emperor in the history of Khitan. He would sweep the Central Plains.
He was destined to rule the world. How could he die? How could he die like this?
His muscles were burning and blistering, and he couldn't open his eyes. Yeluwen finally ran out of the fire. The moment he felt a cold feeling in front of him, he knew he had escaped from the fire. When he opened his eyes, he saw the long hair.
The flying girl in black was holding several thin ropes in her hands. The ropes should be made of hardware, because some of the ropes extended into the fire scene, but they were not burned.
She looked at Yeluwen, who was escaping from the fire like a man on fire, and smiled wildly again. His smile was still so beautiful, but Yeluwen felt like he was seeing a ghost. She raised her hand and suddenly pulled it hard, and it was like a fishnet in her hand.
With threads, yeah
Lu Wen looked along the threads and saw that several threads exposed outside the fire scene extended to the walls on both sides. Only then did he find jars on the walls. He could not see clearly in the night, but now the flames were burning.
Geniuses discern clearly.
As soon as the rope was pulled, the jar fell to the ground, with a bang, fire oil overflowed, and the flames burned the sky. When the flames exploded, Yelvwen's chest shook, and two eight-inch-long iron crossbows hit his chest.
The crossbow was extremely powerful. The iron crossbow shot through his body and flew into the sea of fire with a cloud of blood mist. It pushed Yeluwen's burly body backwards and was forced back by the waves of fire.
He stared at the girl in black unwillingly. Her scalp was blazing and her face was covered with blood blisters. She looked like a ghost. He put his knife on the ground, took a deep breath of air, and lunged at the girl in black with a roar, "Puff! Puff!"
Two more iron crossbows pierced his body, and Yelvwen showed a smile that was uglier than crying. With his face covered in blood blisters, he looked as ferocious as a ghost.
Yeluwen slowly fell down, the fire spread, his feet were engulfed by tongues of fire, and his body was twitching from the heat, but he no longer had the strength to move, and the look in his eyes was gradually dimming. IV
An iron crossbow penetrated his heart, and the arrow feathers had messed up his insides. Immortal Da Luo could not save his life, but the girl never made a move with him from the beginning to the end.
A man slipped down from the tree in front of him, ran forward quickly, and threw the crossbow in his hand into the sea of fire. The girl turned her back and lightly ordered: "Throw him back and burn him to charcoal!"
The man came forward, but Yeluwen was still staring at the girl. She had turned around, but Yeluwen still couldn't see her face clearly. He turned around and saw half of her face. It was like "the mountain is high and the moon is small, but the truth comes to light."
"Compared with many beauties from the Central Plains, her facial features were more refined, the outlines were clearer, and the lines were clearer. Then, Yeluwen only saw her back.
Two black gems hang down from the delicate and small ears like ingots. There are a pair of strange lines on the gems, like two snake eyes, shining in the firelight. The beautiful neck is as elegant as a swan, and the milky white skin is like a swan.
Carved from beautiful jade, the black snake eyes are shining with a strange light. She is really beautiful, so beautiful that it is shocking...
A big foot blocked his longing sight. The big foot didn't care that he was a noble royal family. It kicked him in the face. The sound of broken nose bones could be heard clearly. He was kicked hard.
He slipped completely into the fire scene against the smooth bluestone ground. The fire was blazing all around and there was infinite light. He had fallen into darkness forever, without a trace of breath. The fire devoured his body and the people in his arms.
That covenant...
"The king, the king..."
Ye Yu ran into the Qingliang Hall panting. Li Yu was not feeling cool at all now. Although he signed an alliance with Yelu Wen and mustered up the courage to try to fight for survival and hegemony with the Song Dynasty, he was still uneasy in his heart. Even he
I no longer have any interest in my favorite hobbies, poetry and playing chess.
Li Yu was distraught, and was about to summon the young master of the Jiming Temple to come into the palace overnight to predict his future, when he saw Ye Yu running in panting. Li Yu was now extremely afraid that something would happen.
He immediately jumped up in fear and asked, "What happened?"
Ye Yu gasped and pointed outside: "Yeah...yeah...Yelu envoy was killed on his way back to the post. The long alley turned into a sea of fire. Thirty-six guards, a coachman, and two strong horses
, they were all buried in the sea of fire, and all of them were burned to coke. It was so miserable, not even the chickens or dogs were left alive..."
"Bang!" Li Yu fell back on the chair like half a sack, then bounced up like a ball, roaring loudly: "What is that bastard Huangfu Jixun doing? Didn't I tell him to keep an eye on the Song envoy?
Don't let them get into trouble and take revenge. How could it be...how could such a thing happen? I want to punish him for his crime, and I want to destroy his whole family!"
Li Yu said angry words, but Ye Yu's face was covered with sweat and he said in a trembling voice: "Master, what should we do now? The envoys of the Song Dynasty and the Khitan Dynasty all died in our Tang Dynasty. We... what should we do?
good?"
"What does it have to do with Gu?"
Li Yu waved his hand and said incoherently: "The Khitan envoys killed the Song envoys, and the Song envoys retaliated against the Khitan envoys. Gu treated them like honored guests, but they insist on killing each other. What does it have to do with Gu?"
He hurriedly walked around the hall twice, knowing that such rogue words could not cope with the cross-examination of the Khitan and Song Dynasties, so he stamped his foot and shouted: "Go and summon Xu Xuan and Chen Qiao."
"Yes!" Ye Yu struggled for a while and had just figured out the direction. Before he could leave, Li Yu suddenly shouted again: "Passengers are told to tell Huangfu Jixun to be kinder to the Song envoy. Don't... don't restrain him."
It went too far and offended them."
Today he signed an alliance with Yelvwen, and his heart was already leaning towards the Khitan. Now that Yelvwen died, Li Yu was frightened by the Song people's cruel revenge methods, and the balance in his heart gradually turned to the side of the Song people. He had just summoned up a little courage.
They disappeared completely, and they were afraid of offending the people of Song Dynasty.
Yang Hao was assassinated and died tragically in a fire ship. Immediately afterwards, the attitude of the Tang army changed drastically. Jiao Sicheng was so angry that he went to Huangfu Jixun to protest. Huangfu Jixun was smiling with his face, and he was not annoyed by scolding or beating.
Angry, they were not allowed to leave Guanyi anyway. Tang soldiers surrounded the Song people's yard, restrained them very strictly and put them under house arrest.
Jiao Sicheng had no choice but to return to Guanyi. After careful consideration of the change in Tang Dynasty's attitude, he felt that there must be a reason for it, so he asked the commander Zhang Tongzhou to discuss countermeasures. The two discussed for a long time, but they could not come up with an idea.
As a military attache of the mission, Zhang Tongzhou lost his own ambassador's life. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility and was filled with panic. He just kept sighing: "Envoy Yang Zuo died tragically. We did nothing and lost the face of the Song Dynasty. This time
If you go back, you will be severely punished by the court, what should you do?"
Jiao Sicheng's face was gloomy and he said: "We are just waiting for punishment. Looking at the current situation of the Tang people, I am afraid that Li Yu is also afraid of the arrogance of the Khitan people. The more arrogant the Khitan people are, the more disadvantageous they will be to us. I'm afraid... I
If this mission to the Tang Dynasty accomplishes nothing, then when I return home, it will be easy to be dismissed from office..."
Zhang Tongzhou sighed: "If you lose your official position, you will lose your official position. Now the people in Tang Dynasty are afraid that we will seek revenge on the Khitan people, and they will guard us like prisoners. I am just an official. You don't know, sir, that the soldiers under my command are in Kaifeng City."
The guards in front of officials were arrogant and arrogant. When they arrived in the Tang Dynasty,
With the support of the Zuo envoy, they still showed off their power and were arrogant. Now they are looked at like prisoners. These military masters are dissatisfied and angry. They even look at me, the chief officer, with their noses and eyes. Alas, I, my officer
He is also a well-known man, so it’s embarrassing to stab me in the spine like this!”
The more Jiao Si Cheng listened, the more irritated he became. He stood up and paced hurriedly, thinking hard about the predicament at hand. Suddenly he noticed something strange outside. He walked to the window and took a look. He saw a wave of Tang soldiers with their swords unsheathed and their bows strung.
He walked out of the courtyard and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What happened?"
Zhang Tongzhou jumped up and looked around the courtyard, saying, "I'm going to find out."
Zhang Tongzhou left less than a stick of incense before he came back excitedly and said excitedly: "Master Si Cheng, Yelvwen is dead, hahaha, Yelvwen is dead."
Jiao Sicheng looked at him in disbelief and said in surprise: "Ye Luwen is dead? How is that possible?"
Zhang Tongzhou smiled brightly and said: "Who dares to joke about this kind of thing? Huangfu Jixun said it himself. Hey, this man is really a genius who can adapt to the wind. When he saw me, he was arrogant and respectful to me. He was very polite.
Although he did not dare to say explicitly that we sent people to kill Yelvwen, he was convinced that Yelvwen died in our hands. Looking at his flattering and scared look, I really wanted to laugh three times in front of him.
Voice."
Jiao Sicheng said anxiously: "Master Zhang, please explain clearly how Ye Luwen died."
Zhang Tongzhou recounted what he had heard from Huangfu Jixun in a lively manner. Only then did Jiao Sicheng believe it. He was confused and said, "Who killed Yelvwen? What is the purpose?"
Zhang Tongzhou smiled and said: "No matter who killed him, this person's death will be a great joy to people's hearts."
At this time, the soldiers in the courtyard of the Song Dynasty had learned the news one after another, and cheers began to spread. Jiao Sicheng stood at the window, frowning and looking at the soldiers running happily in the courtyard, and saw a group of people in the Khitan Pavilion post opposite.
There was a commotion, and many Tang soldiers rushed over, as if to suppress the commotion.
Jiao Sicheng looked at it for a long time, his eyes flickering and becoming more and more gloomy. He suddenly turned around and said to Zhang Tongzhou who was in high spirits: "Yelüwen's sudden death is certainly very satisfying, but... with you, general, and with me, there is something different.
What help?”
Zhang Tongzhou was stunned and asked, "What do you mean by this, sir?"
Jiao Sicheng said solemnly: "Yang Zuoshi is still dead, and you and I are still unable to escape the court's punishment. Although everyone agrees that the death of Yelvwen is blamed on you and me, even if we deny it, we can't hide it.
Can you outshine the people of the world? Can you hide it from the hundreds of soldiers in the courtyard? They are all people who walk in front of the officials. Who dares to prevaricate the officials when you and I go back?"
Zhang Tongzhou's eyes flashed slightly and he asked hurriedly: "Your Excellency must have made a plan. I would like to hear the details."
Jiao Si Cheng smiled solemnly and said slowly: "Do you know if there is a story about Ban Chao?"
Zhang Tongzhou rolled his eyes and asked, "Who is Ban Chao?"
Jiao Si Cheng was stunned and said: "Ban Chao was a famous envoy in the Han Dynasty. Once he led thirty-six of his subordinates on an envoy to Shanshan. The king of Shanshan first greeted him with greetings and courtesy, and then suddenly
He changed his attitude and became careless and indifferent. Ban Chao noticed something was wrong and learned that the Huns envoys had arrived. The Huns and the Han had always been enemies. King Shanshan wanted to lean towards the Huns, so he was indifferent to the Han envoys and even became murderous. Ban Chao then sent several people
They set a fire, a few of them beat drums to confuse the enemy, and the rest laid an ambush on both sides of the Huns' door. They made a surprise attack at night and wiped out the Huns' envoys. King Shanshan was so frightened that he no longer dared to waver, so he had to surrender to the Han Dynasty."
Zhang Tongzhou suddenly realized and couldn't help shouting: "Master Si Cheng wants to imitate Ban Chao and attack the Khitan mission?"
Jiao Si Cheng smiled solemnly but said nothing. Zhang Tongzhou thought for a while and hesitated: "Master Si Cheng, our situation today seems to be different from that of Ban Chao in the past. Is it appropriate to imitate Ban Chao? Will it... make things worse?"
out of hand?"
Jiao Sicheng smiled brightly: "Now it is out of control. No matter how you explain Yelvwen's death, both the Khitans and the Tang people will definitely blame you and me. Now you have also seen that once Yelvwen died,
Li Yu is more respectful to us. The Khitan envoy is already dead, so what big crime is it to kill all his guards? As for the official family, if you extend your head with a sword, it will be the same as if you shrink your head. We have no choice but to give it a try!"
Zhang Tongzhou pondered for a long time, bit the roots of his teeth, and said with a fierce look: "Do it!"
Yeluwen is dead!
When he heard the news, Ding Chengye couldn't believe his ears. Yelvwen was dead, where should he go? Even if news came from the Khitan that King Qing succeeded in usurping the throne, so what? They were all alive and well, except Qing.
The king's beloved son Yeluwen died in the Southern Tang Dynasty. If they return to Khitan, they will not be greeted by high-ranking officials and rich salaries, but only sharp steel knives.
Ding Chengye limped up, collected some fine pearls and jade given to Yelvwen by the Tang Dynasty, and hid them on his body, thinking about how to escape. He would never dare to go back to the Khitan, and the Lu Yisheng whom Yanjiu had confessed to before his death was still there.
He hasn't met him yet, and he has no hope in his heart. The ambitions in the past have been worn away bit by bit. He does not seek to be as prosperous as he was when he was the second young boy of the Ding family. He only hopes to be able to have enough food and clothing, and live a peaceful life for a few days.
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When the warriors in Guanyi heard about Ye Luwen's tragic death, they all went to look for the Song people with red eyes, but Huangfu Jixun led his men and drove them back. These warriors were leaderless. After they came back, they just drank and cursed, and the wine jars were filled with wine jars.
There was trouble in the courtyard, and when someone got drunk, they would start shouting, yelling, and fighting, causing great harm to the elegant and beautiful concierge courtyard.
Ding Chengye watched coldly, neither stepping forward to stop him nor taking advantage of this opportunity to escape. He couldn't escape yet, his leg injury hadn't healed yet, and his sister was still following him ghostly. Even his Khitan sister could find him when he escaped.
Why don't you go out and sacrifice the sword to her?
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep in the middle of the night, Ding Chengye remembered from the beginning that all his bad luck seemed to have started when Yan Jiu tempted him to compete for the position of the head of the Ding family. He couldn't help stroking the sword sores on his thighs and gnashing his teeth and cursed, if Yan Jiu could now
If Ding Chengye appears in front of him alive, he will definitely strangle him to death again without hesitation to satisfy his hatred.
In the middle of the night, Ding Chengye had just had a hint of sleepiness when he suddenly heard a burst of noise. Ding Chengye jumped up like a frightened bird, jumped to the window with one leg and looked out, and saw a fire rising into the sky in the corner of the Song Dynasty Posthouse.
The Tang troops maintaining law and order on both sides have concentrated there.
Ding Chengye was greatly puzzled. Could it be that the Khitan warriors in Guanyi took advantage of the night to sneak attack on the Song people? Just as Ding Chengye thought of this, he saw a gap exposed as the Tang army mobilized, and a sentry of soldiers and horses came out of the courtyard of the Song people.
Holding a torch in one hand and a sharp blade in the other, they rushed toward their own courtyard like flying.
Ding Chengye was speechless and finally woke up. He immediately went back to put on his coat. Fortunately, he didn't go to bed until midnight, so he was dressed neatly. He hurriedly put on his coat, put on his boots, and limped out of the room. The whole courtyard was already filled with people.
The sound of killing is everywhere, the Song Dynasty
The Forbidden Army guards were accustomed to being uncles in the past, and how often had they been treated like this? Tonight, with the support of Jiao Sicheng and Commander Zhang, they were given a high-sounding title. With high spirits and high spirits, these Forbidden Army guards rushed into the Khitan courtyard and touched
Kill anyone you see in the courtyard.
The Khitan people are fond of wine, and no one dares to drink too much under the restraint of Yelu Wen. Tonight they drink to drown their sorrows, but no one can stop them. Many people are drunk. They just want to break into the Song Dynasty Pavilion and kill people.
To vent their anger, who would have thought that the Song Dynasty people were more ruthless than them. General Ye Shi and thirty-six personal guards were all burnt to charcoal. They didn't give up and actually came to kill them at night, showing off a plan to kill people.
Fierce style.
Caught off guard, many Khitan warriors were decapitated in their sleep. The one who got up in a hurry, with disheveled clothes, ill-fitting weapons, and a panic was not an enemy of the Song people. The Song people were arrogant in the past few days.
Command the following and accept the full contract
The Dan people were humiliated. If Yang Hao had not stood up for them, they would have been humiliated. Tonight was not only to avenge Yang Zuo, but also to vent his anger. The Forbidden Army warriors were capable of killing, roaring and shouting, searching house to house, like killing a pig.
Slaughtering a sheep is usually done by poking it up.
Huangfu Jixun didn't want any more accidents to happen now. When he saw the fire in the Song Military Posthouse, he jumped up in fright and led his soldiers to put out the fire. When he ran to the Songren Posthouse, he saw that there was a fire in the courtyard.
There was a pile of firewood piled up with tables, chairs, and benches, and the fire was raging. Then the sound of fighting in the Khitan Pavilion's post resounded. Huangfu Jixun knew that he had been fooled, and he immediately turned back with his troops.
As soon as he arrived in front of the Khitan Mansion Post, he saw Jiao Sicheng wearing an official robe and an official hat, with a silverbait bag hanging on his belt, holding a sparse feather duster in one hand, and a golden feather duster in the other.
The ax had a strange shape, resembling that of an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty. When I ran closer and took a closer look, I recognized that the ax he was holding was the imperial envoy's ax.
Before Huangfu Jixun could speak, Jiao Sicheng had already shouted angrily: "The Khitans killed my imperial envoy, and I will pay with blood today. The one Jiao is holding is the Song Dynasty Festival Yue, and the Tang Dynasty still regards itself as a vassal of the Song Dynasty. You and others
Then obediently step aside, if General Huangfu insists on standing up for the Khitans, then he can step on Jiao's body and rush in!"
When Huangfu Jixun heard this, he immediately repeated the old tune and expressed neutrality.
Ding Chengye saw the opportunity early, escaped from the bedroom and hid all the way, and entered the dining room. He saw the Song Dynasty warriors holding steel knives and spears searching each room, and none of them were left behind. He looked around in desperation, and suddenly saw the door behind the door.
There was a greasy twist robe hanging on it. I quickly grabbed it and put it on, messed up my bun, smeared a few streaks of stove dust on my bun and face, and huddled in the corner.
When the Song warriors searched the dining room, Ding Chengye screamed and begged in a trembling voice: "Master Bing, please spare your life. It's none of my business. I'm just a boy cooking in the kitchen. I'm a Han."
, not a Khitan dog.”
"Huh?" The bearded Forbidden Army warrior raised his torch and glanced at him. Ding Chengye rarely appeared in front of people since arriving in Tang Dynasty. The Forbidden Army junior colonel had no impression of him. Seeing that he didn't look like a Khitan, he said
Speaking fluent Chinese, he said: "Grandpa has killed all the Khitan dogs, and you can still make bird rice, so get out."
Ding Chengye bowed and said: "The sound of killing outside was so loud that the villain's legs were so frightened that he did not dare to move."
The principal laughed, kicked him and scolded him: "You worthless trash, then you just squat in the corner until grandpa kills all the Khitan dogs, and you can leave again soon, hahaha..."
Li Yu summoned Chen Qiao, Xu Xuan and others to talk all night long. Originally, Li Yu was frightened by the Song people's methods and his will was wavering, but Chen Qiao persuaded him: "Master, don't worry too much. In accordance with my opinion, Ye Luwen died unexpectedly.
On the contrary, it is more beneficial to us, in Yelvwen's hands
Although the covenant was broken, we still have a share in our hands. Since the Khitan people sent him to sign the covenant with us, their intention was to benefit the other country and not to waste it because of others. After one of their Yelvwens died, the Khitan court naturally
You can choose another person to be the master of that country.
And we can wait and see what happens, and advance and retreat more freely. If they succeed in usurping the throne, and the Song army really goes north, and the elite is defeated in the north of the Great Wall, we might as well cooperate with them. Although the Khitans boast of going to Haikou to plot the Central Plains, they still follow the opinions of their ministers.
, the Song Dynasty has many generals and elite soldiers and armor, how can it be easy to deal with them? The Khitan people want to plot in the Central Plains, but
It is a fight between two tigers. They are deadlocked, and our country Tang plays an important role in it. This is a good opportunity for the rise of our country Tang, and we must not let it go. If they cannot defeat the Song army, or fail to usurp the throne, the alliance will only be in the hands of the king.
We, the Tang State, are still vassal of the Song State. Who knew that we had intended to swore an alliance with the Khitan?"
Li Yu nodded frequently and was very moved. He was thinking carefully about the pros and cons when the servant suddenly ran in and said breathlessly: "The king, the king, the deputy envoy of the Song Dynasty, Jiao Haitao, wants to see you."
"Don't you see me!" Li Yu said with a face: "Do you still want to meet him in the middle of the night? Where is this place? Huangfu Jixun is such a bastard. He allowed Khitan and Song envoys to live in the Concierge Hall.
There is no choice but to accomplish nothing. At this time, he is let out again. If the deputy envoy of the Song Dynasty is killed by the Khitan people again, and things happen again and again, how can he save his face?"
The chamberlain whispered a few words into his ear. Li Yu was stunned for a moment, and then his cheeks turned as red as blood. He roared angrily, grabbed the jade ruler on the case and threw it to the ground. The ruler fell on the gold bricks.
It was smashed to pieces, and Li Yu trembled all over and shouted: "The robbers are all robbers. They regard our Tang Guoguan Post as a battlefield. They fight with open fire and fight and kill. Do they still have the Tang State in their eyes, and do they still have Gu, the leader of the Jiangnan Kingdom?"
Xu Xuan and Chen Qiao looked at each other in confusion. The servants all knew that Li Yu was furious when they saw him, and said in panic: "Yes, yes, yes, I asked him to go back and see you again tomorrow."
"Wait a minute!" Li Yu's chest rose and fell, and he held back his anger for a long time before he waved his hand gloomily: "Please...Song's envoy will wait for you at Beichen Hall!"
"Little Master, there is a big problem that is difficult to solve. Now there are people from the north. People from further north can be enemies or friends. They are both tigers and wolves. It is uncertain whether to choose or not. Little Master, the Dharma is profound. I have a glimpse of God's will. Can you give me some advice?"
Early in the morning, after the hurried morning visit, Li Yu rushed to Jiming Temple, looked for an opportunity to send away Master Baojing and a group of eminent monks, and asked hesitantly to the wall dweller.
When Bi Su heard this, he wondered, why is this guy like me, speaking vaguely and unclearly? He doesn't act like the emperor, but he wants to act like a magic stick?
Thoughts were racing through Bisu's mind. He smiled leisurely and pretended to be profound: "Have you ever heard that the king has heard that it is difficult to save a fire near by water far away, and a close neighbor is not as good as a distant relative."
“It is difficult to save a fire that is near by water far away, and it is not as good as a close neighbor by a distant relative.”
Li Yu silently recited it twice, and if he understood something, he hesitated and said: "This... Gu understands the meaning of the eminent monk's enlightenment, but this close neighbor is not a kind person. In Gu's opinion, it is more difficult than that distant relative.
"Tang, I want to reach out to that distant relative, but I don't know if it's possible?"
Bi Su cursed in his heart: "You have already made up your mind, why are you asking me to amuse your grandpa?"
His face was calm and he said slowly: "Although the tigers in the distant mountains are fierce, the wolves up close are even more difficult to deal with. If the ruler of the country abandons the near and seeks the distant, a big disaster is bound to happen. If the monk is a monk and does not lie, the king can
If you study carefully, you will see the details within ten days."
When Li Yu heard what he said about having a nose and eyes, he couldn't help but be moved: "You can see it within ten days?"
Bisu chanted the Buddha's name loudly, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and said no more words.
When Li Yu saw this, he could only bow his head and said: "Thank you, little master, for the appointment. I will wait for ten days to see how the weather turns out."
Bi Su secretly smiled in his heart: "Just let it be up to you. Now the wind is blowing hard, and you are hiding. In a few days, the storm will pass, and I will coax the little master to go with my family to Shaohua Mountain to enjoy the happiness.
Whether the master of virtue is accurate or inaccurate has nothing to do with me."
After seeing off Li Yu, Bi Su flicked his bald head and entered the Hall of Merit easily. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a monk having sex with a slender woman in plain clothes amid the smoke. Bi Su felt refreshed at the sight.
, quickly flashed over and shouted: "You are so bold, how dare you flirt with a beautiful young lady here, what a shame."
The monk turned around and saw that it was Bisu, and quickly bowed his head and said: "Chengkong has met the abbot, Master, Uncle. Master, Chengkong does not dare to violate the precepts. This woman wants to set up a memorial tablet for her family in the Merit Hall of Jiming Temple to enjoy incense, but
To erect a memorial tablet in the Merit Hall of Jiming Temple, we need to pay one thousand guan for the sesame oil. This woman’s donation of sesame oil was not enough. How could the young monk dare to agree? That’s when we got into a dispute.”
Bi Su looked at the girl. She was tall, with willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and a nose as smooth as grease. There was a bit of softness in her heroic aura. She was wearing clothes as white as snow. Although she was not linen, she seemed to be a human being.
mourn.
Women need to be pretty and dress in filial piety. Even a woman with only half the beauty in a filial piety dress is still very pretty. What’s more, this woman has a slim figure and handsome facial features. When she saw her in the wall, her voice immediately softened and she looked like him.
He bowed his head to the girl and asked, "I wonder who the female donor wants to build a merit tablet for?"
Hearing that this young monk was actually the abbot of Jiming Temple, the pretty girl was also surprised. When Bi Su asked, she couldn't help but recall her own sadness. Her eyes turned red and she replied calmly: "Master abbot, I believe
A woman wanted to build a memorial tablet for her brother. Her brother died violently and in a horrible way. My brother was kind to others during his lifetime, but he suffered such a disaster for no reason. The believing woman was heartbroken and heard about it.
Jiming Temple is the largest temple in the south of the Yangtze River. It is very popular. The believer wants to build a merit tablet for my brother here to pray for his blessing and salvation so that he can be reborn in bliss. But I am short of money. I have only spent more than 800 pieces.
, I also hope that the abbot master will show mercy and leave a place for my brother in this merit hall. In the future, the believer will replenish the supply of fragrant oil and reshape the golden body of my Buddha."
After hearing this, Bi Su looked at her hands and saw that she was holding a handful of gold, silver, pearls and jade, and all kinds of property. She had obviously spent all her money, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "It's so dark, it's just...
Putting up a small wooden sign on this merit platform will cost you a thousand taels of silver, so why don't you go and rob it?"
Bisu took out a pearl from the treasure in the hands of the girl in white and said: "Amitabha, life and death are impermanent. Please show mercy to the female benefactor. The poor monk took pity on you with sincerity, accepted this pearl from you, and allowed you to make meritorious deeds."
There is a plaque in the hall for your brother."
Monk Chengkong shouted from the side: "Uncle Abbot..."
"Shut up! If you don't take the female donor to write the tablet, do you want to ask for a beating?"
Monk Chengkong responded angrily and led the girl in white away.
After the tablets were written and placed on the merit table, three pillars of incense were lit and inserted into the incense burner. The girl in white knelt on the futon, bowed three times, prayed silently for a moment, and couldn't help but burst into tears again: "Second brother, my family door
It is dilapidated and the characters are different. I was hoping that one day, you and I, brother and sister, could resolve their past grievances and rebuild our home, but I never expected..."
She choked and said: "Second brother, he escaped again. Second brother has a soul in heaven. Please protect my sister from finding this rebellious man who killed his father and harmed his brother and clean up the house. When the big thing is over, my sister will come to pick up the second brother."
Go home, second brother..."
She cried and worshiped on the ground, and worshiped for a long time before leaving in tears.
Bi Su wandered around outside and saw no sign of the girl in white, so he called Cheng Kong and said angrily: "You are so bold. The abbot has already accepted the girl's beads and promised to set one up for her brother on the merit platform.
Lingshi, why did you drive people away?"
When Chengkong heard this, he cried out to Chong Tianqu: "I'm sorry, uncle abbot. The girl has already set up a memorial tablet, cried and offered sacrifices, and left. Since the abbot has agreed, how dare my nephew drive her away? Abbot, you
Look, the tablet of that girl’s brother is here, and the ink is not dry yet.”
Bisu showed his face and smiled and said: "It's better if you don't go away. That girl is so pitiful." His eyes swept away from the tablet, his body shook suddenly, he looked again, rushed up with one lunge, and killed her with one move.
I have the tablet in my hand.
"The spiritual throne of my late brother Yang Hao, my sister, Ding's Yuluo, is hereby solemnly established."
Ding Yuluo and Bi Su had a brief acquaintance in Qingshui Town, but they had never dealt with each other face to face, and they had changed so much that they didn't recognize each other just now. When Bi Su saw the spirit tablet, he immediately gasped,
After grabbing the tablet and running out, Monk Chengkong asked blankly: "Uncle Abbot, where did you take the tablet?"
Bisu thought to himself: "Your Excellency is alive and well. I can set up a memorial tablet here instead of cursing people to death."
Without looking back, he raised the tablet in his hand and said: "Uncle Master, if you think about it carefully, the donation of sesame oil money is too little. Thousands of people in our temple are eating. When Uncle Master catches up with her, she can ask for more..."
…”
As the leader said, Bisu ran out of the Hall of Merit without stopping. Chengkong curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Is it true that you, the Master of Yicui, the master of Yuanyang Temple, the master of Yuanyang Temple, and the abbot Fengliu?"
The abbot who teaches the Dharma is so merciful, bah!"
Bisu ran out of the Hall of Merit, searched all the way out of Jiming Temple, stood outside the mountain gate and looked around. There was an endless flow of pilgrims coming and going, but nowhere could he find a handsome girl in white...
The Concierge House of the Tang Dynasty regained its calm, and Huangfu Jixun, who was trapped in a bellows and was frustrated at both ends, was relieved and led his people away. The Khitan envoys were killed in pieces, and now it is impossible to fight again.
What's the point of stationing an army in the Conciergerie?
Li Yu had the intention to provoke a dispute between the envoys of the two countries, but he never wanted important figures on either side to make mistakes. However, the development of the situation was no longer under his control. When he had the intention to sit on his own territory and watch the fight between tigers and tigers,
At that time, it was inevitable that he got himself involved. Now how to explain to the Song Dynasty and the Khitan while keeping himself out of the matter really troubled Li Yu.
At this time, the Song envoy was in peace. Jiao Sicheng had provoked the Khitan envoy to kill Yang Hao. When the prestige of the Song state was seriously challenged, how could he and Zhang Tongzhou imitate Ban Chao and kill the Khitan envoy?
After trying his best to exaggerate with a wonderful pen, he sent a horse to report to Bianliang. As for whether he had merit or demerit, he was like a gambler waiting for the opening of the market, and could only wait for Zhao Guan's decision.
The corpses of Yang Hao and others, as well as the corpses of soldiers killed in the night attack on the Khitan embassy, were placed in coffins in the courtyard in a corner of the post house, guarded there by two old officials of the post house.
It was late at night, and two old officials, Wen Han and Zhang Desheng, staggered around with lanterns in their hands, then yawned and walked towards their residences.
Wen Han sighed: "Well, no matter how prominent your reputation is or how great your authority is during your lifetime, you will just be in a coffin after death. What's there to fight for? Look at these people, they died so miserably, why bother to come?
, isn’t it pretty good for us to live a peaceful life as a wife and children like us?”
"Hey, everyone has his own ambitions. Although we are all in the same coffin after death, can it be the same when we are alive? I heard that Yang Zuo made those two ladies as beautiful as immortals, otherwise Yang Zuo sent us as an envoy
Jiangnan, why did you bring the two ladies here secretly? We can’t live without them, and the result... alas!"
The two of them sighed, and Zhang Desheng walked in front with a lantern in his mouth: "Old Wen, for people like us, it sounds like we are not seeking fame and fortune, but in fact, we don't have that chance. If we have
Are you not tempted by the high-ranking official, generous salary, and the beautiful wife? Do you still remember the first few years of the Zhou Dynasty, Tao Valley and Tao Da?
When the bachelor was on an envoy to the south of the Yangtze River, was that Miss Qin Ruolan and Qin sent by Xianggong Han? She was so handsome, just looking at her made people feel greedy. We are already so old, seeing that
The young lady is very excited, do you think that Grand Scholar Tao can't be deceived? Hey, Old Wen, where have you been?"
Zhang Desheng turned around suddenly and found that Wen Han was gone. He couldn't help but stopped in surprise. He looked around and saw no sign of him. Just as Zhang Desheng was about to shout, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Zhang Desheng sighed and cursed with a smile. : "You're already half dead, and you still do this kind of trick. Do you scare me, Lao Zhang?"
When he turned around, he was surprised to see an unfamiliar face appear in front of him, and couldn't help but be startled. The man in front of him was standing in the night, and he didn't notice how his facial features were spread out. When he turned around, his attention was attracted by the man's eyes. The man's eyes were dark and bright, as deep as two whirlpools, absorbing his mind and leaving him with no time to care.
"May I have your name?"
The voice was very soft, but it had an irresistible meaning. Zhang Desheng subconsciously replied: "Old Zhang Desheng is an old official in this post house."
"Very good, take me there and show me the coffin of Song Dynasty envoy Yang Hao."
Zhang Desheng seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, his eyes straightened, and he responded blankly: "Yes!" He turned around and walked obediently to the hall where the coffin was placed.
After the doors and windows of the hall were closed, several torches were lit in the room. In addition to Zhang Desheng and Wen Han, who stood there dumbfounded with a lantern in their hands, there were four other people, all of whom had their faces covered. One was a tall and thin man, The man with unusually bright eyes was the man who had just used his magic trick. A stout fat man with extremely strong movements. Looking at him standing there steadily with his hands behind his back, he was obviously the leader of the four. The other two were of medium build. Neither fat nor thin, but no difference can be seen.
Zhang Desheng pointed out Yang Hao's coffin. The fat man waved his hand, and two masked men of medium height walked over quickly and used the crowbars in their hands to pry up the coffin. The coffin made a squeaking sound, which was full of people here. The coffin and the swaying firelight in the hall looked extremely scary, but except for the two old officials who had lost their minds, the other four people in the hall were by no means ordinary people, and they showed no fear at all.
After prying open the coffin, the two people calmly bent down to inspect the body as a whole. They reported the actual height, weight and weight they calculated one by one, and said: "Although this man has been burned to the point where his limbs have been curled up, and his flesh and blood have been damaged. , but the actual length and thinness estimated by my subordinates are quite different from the person mentioned by the young master."
One of them reached out and took out a piece of rope from his arms, leaned over the coffin and looked around. He didn't know where it was tied to the body, but the other end was connected to his own body. He straightened his waist and took the body up.
Another person immediately took out the silver needle with quick skills, stabbed the throat first, then the chest, checked each one, and said: "The deceased was not poisoned."
The person who trapped the dead body carefully inspected the body's unrecognizable facial features, mouth and tongue, and sword sores on the abdomen. His techniques were skillful and very sophisticated. The body was almost burned to char, and the skin and flesh were tightened and charred, but the two of them looked like it was written above. As if reading the words, he held up the torch and read with gusto.
"There is no soot in the mouth of the corpse, the elbow bone of the left arm is burned, the left arm is curled up, the kneecaps of both legs are burned, the legs are curled up, the elbow bone of the right arm is intact, the right arm is loose and not curled up. The deceased should be in He died before the fire burned him."
A person spoke the above analysis calmly after careful searching, his voice faintly echoing in the empty and cold hall.
Another person raised his head from the abdomen of the corpse, took off the leather sheath in his hand, and said: "There is indeed a sword wound in the abdomen, but there are two differences in the wound. First, judging from the wound, the strength of the sword entering and exiting is not the same. It was not enough, and the wound was relatively straight. Young Master once said that the man was struck by the sword during the fight on the bow of the boat. How could the opponent draw the sword so softly? The wound was so small and straight, it seemed like he had put the man flat on the ground. Then a sword was inserted into the abdomen. Second, the scars on the wound were all caused by fire. The wound area was actually smooth and not rolled. The blood of a living person was surging. After the skin was lacerated, the wound would roll outward. This person When he was hit by the sword... he should have been dead."
The fat man let out a long breath, and fluffed up his mask slightly. He raised his hand, pinched his chin thoughtfully, and his sleeves fell down, revealing a tattoo on his arm, which vaguely resembled a landscape. There are five small characters next to the picture, "Leyue Wudianqing",
He murmured to himself: "This is interesting. I only left for a while, and he allocated a large sum of money to start a boating business, but his business partner was bored in Maodong, Bianliang. , has no intention of making any plans. Now that he's 'died' in such a strange way, what on earth does he want to do?"
After pondering for a moment, he laughed strangely and said, "Cover the coffin intact!"
"yes!"
The man of medium stature carefully restored the body and went to lift the coffin lid on the ground. The tall, thin man with strange eyes walked up to Zhang Desheng and Wen Han who were standing on the spot, with his fingers opening and closing in strange postures, as if talking in sleep. Said: "You have already inspected the courtyard and nothing happened. Go back to your residence and sleep peacefully..."
The fat man turned around, walked out of the court with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Use all our strength in the Tang Dynasty, even if we dig three feet into the ground, we must dig up this 'dead' Master Yang for me. come out!"