Chapter 351: Chongguan kills the golden envoy in a rage
When they went to the capital, Yelu Yanxi had a rare moment of toughness. He himself knew that agreeing to the Jurchens' conditions was tantamount to drinking poison to quench their thirst.
The Liao Dynasty refused to canonize Wanyan Agu with the title of Great Sage and the Ming Dynasty, and did not agree to cede the lost territory.
Ma Kuo and the Khitan war faction took the opportunity to make a proposal and asked Yelu Yanxi, the Lord of the Liao Dynasty, to kill the Jurchen envoy to strengthen the country's prestige.
Under the instigation of the Song envoy Gao Bing, a group of people gathered to discuss patriotic measures in the largest restaurant in Shangjing. The name of the restaurant was Fengli Xunxiang Tower, which was a very simple and appropriate name.
Gao Handle was wearing a blue robe, with a royal blue brocade belt tied around his waist. Underneath was a silver-white silk dress, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand.
He was born with long eyebrows and bright eyes, extraordinary handsomeness, like a jade tree in the wind, and he was a handsome young man.
Yu Zhongwen, the left governor of the Liao Dynasty who went to Beijing, smiled from a distance and said: "I'm late, I kept our distinguished guests waiting for a long time."
"Commander Yu, please come and take your seat." Gao Bing smiled and welcomed him into the building. Next came the right general Zuo Gongqi, who was welcomed into the building by Qin Hui. So far, more than a dozen Khitan major generals were determined to take charge of the battle.
In the yamen, everyone gathers here.
After everyone was seated, Gao Shan clapped his hands and ringed his sashes lightly, and groups of Liao beauties filed in. There were many Khitan ethnic groups, and these beauties had their own characteristics.
There were seventeen people present, each with a beautiful woman in his arms. After the wine and meat were served, they stood up.
Junya's face twitched for a moment, then he suddenly threw the folding fan on the table, rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "The Jurchen Tatars, thieves and thieves, have actually insulted His Majesty Daliao, I am their mother-in-law."
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Gao Bing was originally handsome and well-mannered, and he looked like a noble son of aristocratic family. But when he got angry, he started to utter foul words, and he looked like an old man. He cursed for half an hour before he said bitterly.
He stopped and said with red eyes and a cry:
"Although Gao Bing is from the Song Dynasty, he has been deeply favored by His Majesty since he entered the Liao Dynasty. No matter whether it is a tour or a reward, my name cannot be removed from my name.
The kindness of knowing and encountering is nothing more than this. Now the Jurchen Tatars insulting my majesty is simply unbearable.
We Han people have a saying: If the Lord is worried about the humiliation of his subjects, he will die if he humiliates them. I have made up my mind to exterminate these birds and Tatars tonight and do my best for Your Majesty."
It's not that the people present didn't know the consequences of killing Jurchens, but until now, there is no difference at all.
Wanyan Laogou had already ordered that the imperial commander personally led the Jin army to march towards Linhuang Mansion in Shangjing, the capital city of Liao. Fortunately, Daliao stayed behind in Shangjing and Ta Buye relied on the strong city and abundant settlements in Shangjing to hold on to the city.
At this time, if you don't kill the Jurchen envoys and send them back, they will immediately become a group of howling butchers.
The Khitan could no longer be weak. These "angry young men" of the Khitan applauded Gaogang one after another.
Ma Kuo's hand was red and swollen, but Qin Hui and Bai Shizhong kept taking advantage of the beautiful woman's waist.
Gao Bing shouted until his voice became hoarse. When he saw Qin Hui wiping oil with his dirty hands, he became angry and said sadly and angrily: "We'll meet, please say a few words."
Qin Hui cursed in his heart, with a look of shared hatred on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I feel uncomfortable right now. I want to cry as soon as I open my eyes. I can't do anything. No wonder people say Bai Wuyi is a scholar." As he said this, he cursed in his heart.
She shed tears again, wiping away her tears and said: "Your Majesty, what a good emperor, he was forced by his former slaves to make him a brother emperor. The majestic Lord of Khitan has become a younger brother. I feel so uncomfortable!"
As he spoke, he lay on the beauty's chest and began to cry loudly. The Khitan beauty could not understand what he said, so she had to hold him and pat her back gently to comfort Qin Hui.
The Khitan people finally saw the celebrities and celebrities of the Song Dynasty acting freely, and they were all deeply moved.
Believe it or not is one thing. If we don't kill the Jurchens, those peace-seeking factions will have the upper hand again.
Not only did we lose our power and humiliate our country, but we also made these Jurchen Tatars look down upon us. Our envoy went to Huining Mansion once and was beaten badly by the Jurchens. When the envoy came back, he was half dead.
Ma Kuo couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed lightly and said, "I, Ma Kuo, will definitely kill these Jurchen Tatars. However, we are not from the Liao Dynasty and it is inconvenient for us to do things. I wonder if you are willing to help?"
Several generals present immediately drew their swords, stacked them together and said, "Kill the Jurchens to repay your majesty and strengthen the Khitans!"
Everyone threw away their knives and indulged in wine and debauchery. The weather in the north had already reached snowfall, and the biting cold wind was howling outside the windows. Inside the building, there was boundless spring scenery. After the wine, many young Khitan warriors,
They gathered their generals and took advantage of the night to fight to Honglu Temple.
Gao Bian and others were already too drunk and fell to the ground. They didn't open their eyes until they all went out.
Ma Kuo smiled and said: "Gao Yanei, you really are here. No wonder my teacher values you so much. You are indeed a talent. I am convinced."
Gao Bing's face turned red, and when Yang Lin's words came out, he said in a panic: "This is just a false name, just like the floating clouds in the sky."
There were not many people guarding Honglu Temple in the night. The gatekeeper came up to ask, but Yu Zhongwen slapped him and knocked out his teeth.
Dozens of torches only reflected the outline of the house. The towering trees in the two courtyards faced each other far away, and their dense branches and leaves rustled in the night wind, making it indescribably quiet.
Yelumuxun pulled out his scimitar, slashed along the crack of the door, and split the door bolt in the courtyard in half.
There was a soft click, and although the sound of the wood falling to the ground was very light, in this silent night, the Khitan people present heard it so thrillingly!
You could see him making a gesture in the night and slowly pushing the door open.
A Tatar wearing a red coat was on duty in the courtyard. It seemed that he was sure nothing would happen and was sitting on the railing, taking a nap.
Yelumuxun rushed forward, held down the guy who was napping at the door, and covered his mouth. The sharp little penis in his hand was inserted from between his neck, and warm blood spurted out.
When he came out, Yelumuxun's head and face were drenched. Stimulated by the smell of blood, the Khitan people were all drunk and even more excited.
The sentry Tatar struggled desperately with his hands and feet, but was tightly covered by a Khitan soldier. In the blink of an eye, he collapsed completely. The soldier let go, picked up the leather hat on the ground, and pressed it on his face.
"Dog Tartars." Yelumuxun spat, and then led the people to move forward. The cold wind blew on their faces, and they suddenly realized what they were doing. Looking back at the dead bodies, everyone knew that they could no longer turn back.
With red eyes and carrying knives, they formed a small team of dozens of people and kicked people from room to room, killing people.
In the inner courtyard, a messy sound suddenly sounded, alarming the Jurchen envoy who was still sleeping.
The Jurchen warrior Zan Mo, who was also the envoy of this mission, suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dozen people standing at the door. The crossbow arrows in his hands were shot towards him without any explanation.
In another room, Wanyan Xi Nilie, the deputy envoy of the Jin Dynasty mission, was the son of Wanyan Aguda, a member of the Jin Dynasty clan, and his mother was Xiao Chongfei.
He howled miserably, unable to use any of his abilities, and was shot in the head.
The layout of Honglu Temple is a house on three sides, with a main house on one side and wing rooms on both sides. The main house is a two-story building with stairs on the right. I heard creaking sounds coming from the houses on three sides, and there was already a **
The big man rushed out from the first floor of the main building.
When the Khitan built this place for envoys from various countries to live, they never considered the possibility of a war here. After the Tatars in the Jurchen envoy came out, they first ran to the rooms of Zanmo and Wanyan Xinilie. When they saw them
After he died, he immediately went crazy.
A Tatar charged into the crowd, shouted a few Jurchen words to the sky, and was shot through the throat.
The others immediately understood that Wanyan, Xinilie and Zanmo were both dead, so even if they returned to the Kingdom of Jin, they would not be able to escape death.
They looked like crazy people, and some of them had already opened their bows. When they let go, an arrow shot out and there was a sound of piercing the air. It was easy to crucify a Khitan.
These young men in Shangjing City, who had never gone out to fight, now realized that the Jurchens' illustrious reputation was not unfounded.
After being attacked by a sneak attack like this, the more than 200 people on his side were beaten with bare buttocks. Yu Zhongnan turned pale and ordered everyone to retreat to the courtyard and kill people with crossbows.
Just like this, the Jurchens fought back with bows and arrows through the door panels, their roars unabated, and their desperate intentions fully demonstrated.
Seeing that the soldiers on his side would fall one by one, and that the Khitan army in the distance would come to Beijing after hearing the news, Yelumuxun threw his hat and cursed: "Set up rockets and burn these dog Tatars to death."
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A fire soared into the sky, lighting up Shangjing City, and Honglu Temple was reduced to ashes.
The entire Jurchen mission was wiped out and they died the day before their departure. A biting chill enveloped the entire capital. Everyone knew that the Jurchens' crazy revenge was coming.