Chapter 295 Liaozhu Ye Lvxian

At night, the snowflakes finally floated.

The wind that stopped for a moment rose again, and the snow was also heavy. The sky was white, stirring up endless silver waves like a river and a sea.

But even so, it still can't cover the excitement of the triumphant master's return to the court. A large number of barbarians have gathered ten miles outside the capital. They are either rich and noble people in jackets, or villagers in coarse cotton jackets. They are all looking forward to it and eagerly waiting for Wang Shi's triumphantly.

Yang Yanzhao's ears were full of laughter, cheers, and harsh shouting and scolding. Although he couldn't understand the Khitan people's language, the abuse of the Khitan soldiers in the past few days still made him understand these most basic but vulgar words.

His head was still low, and his long messy hair blocked his face. Even if the Khitan people threw bricks on him, Yang Yanzhao did not raise his head or say a word. In the eyes of others, the prison car seemed to be just a dying person.

For this scene, in front of the team, Yelu Xiuge was very satisfied. He extremely enjoyed the feeling of winning the battle and returning to Beijing to meet thousands of people.

It was this kind of scene that everyone knew that it was Yelu Xiu who saved Daliao. It was he who defeated the fierce Song army and guarded the people of Daliao.

Looking at Yang Yanzhao, who was quite embarrassed by bricks and mud, the smile on Yelu Xiu's face was better than before. This is the end of being a prisoner.

When the army entered the capital, they saw several servants in the palace waiting over there. When these people saw Yelu Xiuge, they naturally hurried forward to welcome him and said Jiqing's words.

After saying the polite words, the eunuch in front of the hall hurriedly took out the edict of the Great Khan, which was a reward for the soldiers who went on the expedition, and announced that Brother Lv Xiu went to the Great Khan to meet him. Finally, he deliberately asked him to take the prisoners of the Song army.

Hearing this sentence, Brother Yelu Xiu looked back at Yang Yanzhao, who lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc. The taste of sarcasm in his eyes became more and more obvious. After a while, he thanked him for his will.

And all this had nothing to do with Yang Yanzhao. He showed his long messy hair. He carefully looked at the capital of the Liao Dynasty. The city was no different from the Song Dynasty. It was neat and lined up, and the courtyard was clear. It seemed that it was not as chaotic as he thought.

The prison car walked forward along the wide blue brick road, surrounded by the lively Hu people on both sides, pointing to Yang Yanzhao, talking and laughing, as if they had destroyed hundreds of thousands of Song troops between their hands and feet. In that way, there was a lot of satisfaction and pride that scolded Fang Yu.

I don't know how many corners I turned. There were fewer and fewer passers-by on both sides, and the tall palace in the distance gradually appeared. Is this the imperial city of the Khitan people?

A fire-like hatred appeared in his eyes. Even if it was heavy snow, it was difficult to erase this hatred. Brother Yelu Xiu, who walked in the front and talked to the account guard who came to check the palace, seemed to notice it. He turned his head and showed a contemptuous smile, and then waved his hand. More than a dozen strong and extremely strong deeds. The Dan soldier stepped forward and dragged Yang Yanzhao off the prison car.

Several long knives were put on his neck, and the cold blade even pierced his skin, with a faint blood color, which showed bloodthirsty ecstasy in the eyes of the palace guards.

Under the abuse and push, Yang Yanzhao slowly walked to the imperial city of the Khitan people. The tall palace towered and entered the palace gate. In front of him was a tricky scene.

Chongge is towering, the floor is high, the face is surrounded by the palace, the road is lingering, the green pine is brushing the eaves, the jade railing is surrounded, the golden bright beast face, the colorful head, the white jade class is stacked, the dragon dragon dragon is protected, and exquisitely chiseled.

Under the heavy snow, the pink dyed jade beads are crystal clear, which is more exquisite than the Palace of the Song Dynasty.

Standing outside a hall and feeling the contemptful eyes of the guards around him, Yang Yanzhao raised his head carelessly, and his straight and thin body stood on the stone steps, just like the blue pine standing proudly in the wind and snow in the distance, revealing the indelible bones.

For a while, a white servant came out of the hall and raised his nostrils to the sky, but the orchid pointed to Yang Yanzhao and said a light word. The two palace guards immediately rushed forward and escorted him to the hall.

Stepping into the foot-high threshold, he felt a heat rushing towards him. At this time, Yang Yanzhao found that there were several burning fire basins in the hall, surrounded by gilt-carved beasts, reflecting the fluttering flames, which was extremely conspicuous.

In the hall, there are two rows of people wearing people. The official robe Yang Yanzhao worn by the first class is very familiar. They are all like the curved collar sleeves of the Song Dynasty. The lower train is added to the horizontal jacket, the waist is tied with leather belts, the head is worn on the head, and the feet are boots. Different colors and patterns indicate different grades.

The other class wears a fur hat, a round-neck shirt, a jade belt at the waist, and black boots. The gray-green, gray-blue, ochre yellow, black-green yarn official uniform is printed with dragon patterns, phoenix hairpin fairy and peach blossoms, flowers, butterflies, water birds and other patterns.

There were two people sitting on the golden chair above the high hall. The man wore a golden crown, a white embroidered dragon gold silk robe, tied with jade belts, and a slightly thin face with a joking smile.

The woman is wearing a high-winged gold and silver crown, wearing a sewn phoenix peony red robe, her skin is like curd fat, and her neck is like a salam. She sits over there, staring at Yang Yanzhao, with some unspeakable and unexplained eagerness.

He held his head high and stared at the two people in the high position without hesitation. There were many scolding voices in his ears, but Yang Yanzhao ignored it and still stared at the Liao Dynasty emperor Ye Luxian and Empress Xiao Zhuo in the high position.

Another roar, and the Yelu Xiuge, who was standing in the front row of the north class, came out and kicked Yang Yanzhao's leg. The latter staggered and shook his body, but he was still stable.

Just as Yelu Xiuge was planning to continue to stretch out and kick Yang Yanzhao, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at him. The undisguised murderous spirit and hatred could not help but be frightened even if Yelu Xiuge had been on the battlefield for many years.

But after all, the king of the North Courtyard in Daliao led the army to defeat the Song army and captured the man in front of him with his own hands. Therefore, even if Yang Yanzhao's eyes were terrible, Yelu Xiu could not produce the slightest timidity.

What's more, the Great Khan and the courtiers in the palace all came to celebrate for him. Naturally, this scene could not be lost. Thinking of this, Brother Yelu Xiu scolded in the stiff Central Plains words, "Why don't you kneel down when you see my Khan in Liaoning!"

After saying that, the two palace guardes who had not yet retreated wanted to step forward and forcibly pull Yang Yanzhao's arms and kicked him hard at him at the same time. However, after a few efforts, Yang Yanzhao still did not move at all. The two palace tent guards couldn't help but look panicked for fear of being blame, and hurriedly used the milky strength.

"Bung bang bang..."

The sound of kicking was particularly loud in the empty hall. The two palace guards blushed, and there was even a thin cold sweat on their foreheads, but they did not move Yang Yanzhao at all.

"Haha...!"

Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao raised his head and laughed, and his arms suddenly exerted force. The two palace guard were unstable and fell to the ground. His eyes were full of contemptuous sweeping the two people who got up from the ground and knelt on one knee. He said disdainfully, "The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, but you don't even deserve dogs!"

After saying that, he smiled loudly again. Even if Yang Yanzhao's true qi in his body was sealed, his strength did not disappear, so it was only easy to deal with these two palace guards.

Hearing this unbridled laughter, Brother Yelu Xiu's eyes suddenly became angry, and he pulled out the knife around his waist. "Bold maniac, dare to despise me, Da Liao, let me take your life today!"

The cold light passed by, and with a cold meaning, he went straight to Yang Yanzhao's face.

"Your Majesty, by all!"

In the right class, some of the literary ministers in Hanfu robes exclaimed, but how could Brother Yelu Xiu listen to them? Then, a crisp voice with a little anxiety sounded, " Stop!"

This turned out to be Xiao Zhuo, the queen of Liaoning.

Brother Yelu Xiu's figure slowed down for a moment, but did not stop. He continued to wave forward. Just as the sharp knife was about to hit Yang Yanzhao's face, the majestic voice sounded in the hall, "Uncle Xunning, show mercy."

Yeluxian said, even if Yelu Xiu was very reluctant in his heart, he had to stop, stared at Yang Yanzhao, who was expressionless, put the short knife into the sheath, and walked back to the original position with resentment.

"Is it that you guard Yunzhou City and refuse me to have hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city?"

On the high platform, Ye Lvxian seemed to have a curious look in his eyes. He stared at Yang Yanzhao up and down, and the latter raised his head and stared at him. After a long time, he slowly said, "I'm not the one who blocks you Khitan people, but Song Erlang, who is not afraid of life and death."

seemed to feel a little unexpected. Hearing this answer, Ye Luxian was stunned for a moment, "Then who are you? What is your official position in the State of Song?"

"I'm just one of the thousands of people in the Song Dynasty. As for knowing who I am, what's the use of being an official?"

He looked ordinary, but his words were sonorous and powerful. He only heard that those Nanban Han officials were full of admiration. Han De, the leading Zuo prime minister of Nanfu, bowed his head. Although he did not show his face, a pair of small eyes flashed an imperceptible light.

"Papa...pa...pa..."

There was a crisp clapping sound in the hall. Ye Lvxian walked down from a high position, came to Yang Yanzhao, and looked around him carefully several times. Then he said with his hands, "Yang Jing, the sixth son of Yang Ye in Daizhou, I don't know for some reason why he was expelled by the Yang family. Later, he won the champion, but he did not stay in Bianliang as an official. He was sent to Fujian by the emperor of the State of Song to calm the chaos in southern Fujian with his own efforts. Later, he was recalled by Song Ting because of his civil meritorious management. He also built a very beautiful college for the Song Dynasty, and was known as the first person in the literary world of the State of Song..."

Ye Luxian said what Yang Yanzhao had experienced, and finally said that he went to a high position with his hands on his hands. He stood there and looked down at Yang Yanzhao and said, "I didn't expect that I would meet you here."

The other party is the king of a country. Yang Yanzhao is not surprised that he can say what happened in his life. When he heard the last sentence, he has been smiling coldly. "Now Yang is a prisoner, just a fish slaughtered by others. Don't be pretentious. If you want to kill him, you want to kill him. It's up to you!"