Chapter 296 After all, you are my Liaoning person

After saying this sentence, Yang Yanzhao closed his eyes and stopped looking at these Khitan people who disgusted him, although he understood that he should not contradict Ye Lvxian so much now.

It is important to strive for a chance to survive.

But if he asked him to whisper and sell his personality to beg for life, Yang Yanzhao couldn't do it, especially Xiao Muchun and others who were thinking about the tragic death. It was even more impossible to kneel on the ground and cry and beg the emperor of Liao for mercy.

Thinking of countless Khitan and Chinese in his ear, Yang Yanzhao couldn't understand the Khitan language, but from those uncontrollable anger, it was thought that he asked Ye Lvxian to kill him immediately.

And those Chinese Yang Yanzhao understood that it was actually some pleas, which made him a little confused. He had no friendship with these Han people who were officials in the Liao Dynasty. How could he stand up and plead for him?

"Dahan, this human culture can settle the country and defeat the enemy. He is a rare talent. If it is used for my dynasty, won't it be able to solve the problems for the Great Khan?"

The voice is like a copper bell swaying in the wind, which is crisp and gentle. What surprised Yang Yanzhao more is that the words in the Central Plains are correct and round, which seems to come from the mouth of the Central Plains people.

It is possible to achieve the position of queen and sit in a golden chair with the emperor of the Liao Dynasty. How can the woman who participates in politics be a woman in the Central Plains?

When Yang Yanzhao was secretly surprised, Ye Lvxian waved his hand to let the ministers who gave advice retreat. He turned his head and said to Xiao Zhuo beside him with a gentle smile, "Those who know me are better than Yanyan."

Hearing the words, the latter's sleeves covered his face, covered his mouth and smiled. The expressions of the ministers in the hall were different. The Han ministers in the right class were secretly relieved, but the Khitan people in the left class were dissatisfied one after another, and Brother Yelu Xiu wanted to continue to move forward.

Reaching out his hand to stop Yelu Xiuge, Yelu Xian said what he thought in his heart, "Uncle Suning, there is a saying that the Central Plains are very good. It's easy to get a general for thousands of troops. It's just a moment to kill him to vent his hatred. It's better to use it for me and for my Liao."

"But it's a big sweat. This man is ambitious and the city is very deep. I'm afraid it's a tiger to keep his life!"

Yelu Xiu said unwillingly. On one side, Yelü Han, the privy councillor of the North Court, Yeld Shan Wu, the privy councillor of the South Court, and Yelü Qi, the king of the South Court, all advised Yelüxian to kill Yang Yanzhao.

"I feel that you are too worried. Since the founding of the Taizu Dynasty, I, Da Liao, have been smart and designed to govern, and it is the creation of the two courtyards of the north and the south, which is to recruit a wide range of aspiring people in the world. In all dynasties, many Han people have been used for my Da Liao. Thinking of my great sweat, generous and benevolence, Yang Jing will naturally feel the kindness of not killing. , smear the ground for my big Liao liver and brain."

The speaker is Xiao Tianhe, who has never been silent. This person has just arrived, but he is already the prime minister of Beifu in the Liao Dynasty. This person was born. He is the son of Xiao Siwen, the late Privy Councilor of the North House and the prime minister of Beifu, and the direct brother of the current queen Xiao Zhuo.

Although it is Yeluxian's kindness, which made him succeed to the position of Xiao Siwen, he can stand firmly in the position of the prime minister of Beifu, which is also inseparable from Xiao Tian and his own ability.

Before, he had never spoken to think about Ye Luxian's attitude. Now, as the emperor, Ye Luxian has stated that Xiao Tianhe will naturally stand up and make peace.

At any time as a minister, you should stand on the side of the superior. No matter how powerful you are, there will be a day when you lose power. The people above you can give you power or take your life.

Of course, Xiao Tianhe openly stood up and opposed the four real powers of Liao. In addition to this reason, the imperial relatives also had a grudge hidden in his heart.

Brother Yelu Xiu actually shot Xiao Doli to death with one arrow. The generation of the Xiao family has withered, and only his two brothers and his sister Xiao Zhuo in phoenix robes. Although his father's students are all over Liaoning, no one comes to open up for the Xiao family. What's the use of these relationships?

So, how can this hatred not be remembered?

When Xiao Tianhe said this, Han Derang over there also stood up. "Lord Xiao said very well. I also feel that killing Yang Jing is really unwise. If he can use it for my big Liao, Weichen is sure that this person will be a capable minister of governing the world. I hope he can think twice."

Hearing what the two said, Brother Yelü Xiu stared at them angrily, and then turned his head and said, "Shan, you can't do it. If you don't cut the grass and get rid of the root, there will be a big trouble!"

On the high platform, Ye Lvxian waved his hand again and motioned everyone to retreat. "I won't kill him. First, it's because I cherish his talent, and second, it's also because the national teacher has something to say first, and this person can't be killed."

With that, Ye Lvxian stretched out his hand and pointed out to many Han ministers in the hall, "Since I can tolerate them, I can naturally tolerate him. Scholars die as confidants. I believe that one day he will realize that my kindness to him is no less than that of the emperor of Song!"

With that, Ye Lvxian stared at Yang Yanzhao tightly, "Yang Jing, you will be my Liao person after all!"

After saying this, Ye Lvxian called out Han Derang and ordered him to find a house for Yang Yanzhao in the capital. Later, he actually left.

It was not until this time that Yang Yanzhao, as the protagonist of the matter, opened his eyes. The emperor of Liao did not kill him, but also wanted to repay his grievances with virtue and include himself in the account. I have to say that this move is indeed very powerful.

But how can Yang Yanzhao let go of the uncontinent hatred and enjoy the glory and wealth in the capital?

Now, the emperor of Liao did not kill him. It happened that God gave him a chance to revenge. As long as he did not die, he would one day take the head of your brother Yelu Xiu. Yang Yanzhao was under the watch of several palace guards. As he walked out of the hall, he said silently in his heart.

This Ye Lvxian seemed to have really moved his desire for talent. He arranged Yang Yanzhao in a few places in and out of Shangjing City. He even sent several Central Plains people who fell to the Liao Dynasty to be his servants.

There was soaring hot air in the bathtub in the room, and the two charcoal stoves were burning. Yang Yanzhao sat in the bathtub with no expression on his face. This cold expression made the middle-aged housekeeper who was waiting on the side extremely frightened. He carefully added water to the bathtub with a wooden bucket that added hot water. Later, he bent down and lowered his head and squeezed out a trace of flattery on his face. With a flattering smile, he saluted Yang Yanzhao and went out with a wooden barrel.

After the wooden door was closed, Yang Yanzhao, who was sitting in the hot water, slid his hand through his chest. There were several inches of scars, which were particularly dazzling on his white chest.

This was left by him after the battle with the mysterious palace costume girl, but Yang Yanzhao was not very clear about how it was produced. Maybe it was hurt by her true qi, or it was caused by falling to the ground and being scratched by armor.

But no matter what, these scars remind him of what happened in the past and that he had a group of brothers who died in Yunzhou City.

The clenched fist hit the bathtub, and the water splashed, making a string of crystal clear jade beads rise in the diffuse fog. After a moment, it fell like a drizzle and sprinkled on the thin body.

After a long time, Yang Yanzhao suppressed the anger in his heart. As long as he did not die, the account would be calculated sooner or later. The light flashed in his eyes, grabbed the jade in the water, and then slowly closed his eyes and began to move his skills.

In the room, the charcoal fire creaked, and the housekeeper outside came in and added hot water several times. During this period, Yang Yanzhao kept his eyes closed and did not move, just like an old monk sitting in meditation.

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao opened his eyes, his face flashed with anger, and his sword eyebrows were also locked. What is the light ball in Dantian? Why did the use of Taoist 'Tianchen Jue' and 'Kui Yan Jing' have no effect?

I even read the 'Five Lotus Sutra' silently several times, but it still didn't get any better.

Lifting Yuxu, it is still transparent, just like going out. Yang Yanzhao can also feel that the faint and wonderful connection still exists, but he doesn't know how to solve the current problem with these treasures that saved his life several times.

For a long time, I had to sigh, wipe the drops of water on my body, pick up the jade hairpin placed on the next desk, and turn the long hair that washed away dirt and blood stains into a bun.

On the other side of the desk, there is a dark white brocade embroidered gold-trimmed robe, a lotus-colored dark flower auspicious cloud cotton brocade trousers, two stone blue stockings and a pair of dark flower flowing cloud boots.

The housekeeper surnamed Chen was quite clever. He prepared all the clothes of the Song Dynasty for him, but even so, Yang Yanzhao did not have a sense of trust in him, just because the courtyard was full of people sent by the emperor of the Liao Dynasty. Perhaps behind the simple and honest face was a long knife stabbed his back.

Puting on a thick robe, Yang Yanzhao was much more refreshed. He looked at the bronze mirror full of water vapor in the room, and a thin and haggard face was reflected in the haze.

I haven't seen my appearance for months. Now I see that Yang Yanzhao feels a little strange in a trance. In a chaotic mood, I can't help thinking of Chai Qingyun and others who are far away in Bianliang.

In the battle of Yunzhou City, his life and death are unknown. Maybe the court will think that he is dead. In this way, how can they stand the bad news like the collapse of heaven and earth?

At this moment, are you washing your face with tears, which makes people feel sad?

My heart ached, and a few tears rolled out of my eyes. I slid down the thin and bulging cheekbones and fell on the plush carpet in front of the dressing table.

"Dad..."

There was a knock on the door outside the house. Yang Yanzhao quickly stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears. After a while, the housekeeper Chen bent down and walked in gently. "Your Excellency, someone came from Yu Luduo's side. It was said that the empress is inviting the queen to enter the palace to ask questions."

Still expressionless. Yang Yanzhao looked out of the door, but it was bright. It turned out that he sat in the bathtub all night. At this moment, there was still heavy snow outside the house, which made the sky brighter.

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao did not respond, the housekeeper's white and fat face was full of uneasiness. He stood aside obediently and wanted to speak, but did not dare to make a sound.

"Go out and tell them that I'll come later."

Listening to this sentence, Housekeeper Chen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly called the little girl outside the door to comb Yang Yanzhao's hair, and hurriedly replied to the people in the palace.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, the little girl behind her carefully wiped the water stains on Yang Yanzhao's long hair with a dry brocade towel. Perhaps she was panicked and dropped the cotton towel on the ground.

"Adult..."

The words were full of fear. In the bronze mirror, Yang Yanzhao could see tears on his young face, which was about the size of Bamei. He sighed slightly, lowered his body, picked up the brocade scarf, wiped his long hair randomly, and later handed the wooden comb to the front, and whispered to the little girl, "My hair is also dry. Now it's messy. Like the bird's nest in the tree, help me comb it. After all, I can't reach this hair.

The little girl timidly took the wooden comb, looked at Yang Yanzhao's gentle smile, and finally combed her long hair very seriously.

Putting aside the felt hat handed over by the little girl, Yang Yanzhao looked at the good bun, turned around and rubbed it on the little girl's head. "It's beautiful. I like it very much. What's your name?"

A trace of pure joy flashed in her big eyes, and the little girl whispered, "Chen Mo'er."

Listening to this, Yang Yanzhao, who had reached the threshold, turned around and said softly, "Thank you, last."