Chapter 318 Old Man

Farewell to Qiong'e, Yang Yanzhao continued to walk out. Along the way, he encountered several dial checks. There was no other way, so he had to take out the witchcraft token given to him by Ye Luming. In the trembling of the crowd, he swaggered out of the palace.

It seems that the status of the witch religion in the Liao Dynasty is extraordinary!

When he stuffed the token into his arms, Yang Yanzhao whispered. Later, he turned his head and looked at the magnificent Liao imperial city, which was like a sedentary beast, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I'm afraid Ye Lvxian will have a headache."

Perhaps it was the negligence of the little eunuch who led the way. At this moment, there was no soft sedan chair outside the palace. Yang Yanzhao raised his eyes and looked forward, and he could faintly see the noise behind the wide Sky Street.

It has been more than a month since he came to Beijing. He has been banned in the yard. He hasn't seen the scenery yet. Today is a good opportunity to check the terrain secretly.

Dealing with the patrol soldiers, Yang Yanzhao walked alone, crossed the Sky Street, crossed the Xishui Bridge, the crowd became more and more noisy, and his ears became more and more noisy.

In front of you, the pedestrians walk and go endlessly. Although the sun sinks in the west and the chill rises again, it does not affect the prosperous scenery here at all. The street vendors are full of hawking, and the clerks in the teahouses and restaurants are full of smiling faces to greet the guests. Three or five groups of girls pass by with a smile, leaving a faint fragrance. .

It seems to be no different from Bianliang City.

Walking in a letter, Yang Yanzhao looked left and right, looked at the scenery, and also secretly remembered the house and street in his heart. After a while, his terrain map would have another area.

Thinking about things, he was naturally fascinated. Suddenly, a dark shadow hit him, and his nerves suddenly stretched out and grabbed him.

An arm covered with stains reaching into his arms was caught. At this time, Yang Yanzhao looked at the person, his hair was loose, and his body was a dilapidated coat.

This dress should be a hungry and frozen beggar on the street, doing three acts of theft.

At this time, just at the corner of the street, there were not many people coming and going. Even if they passed by in twos and threes, they avoided far away. They have seen more of this kind of thing. They lost the interest in watching the bustle. What's more, when the cold wind blew, they only felt very trembling. Finding a place to drink a few drinks was obviously better than watching a beggar. The hustle and bustle is much more important.

Seeing the appearance of the person coming, Yang Yanzhao was also relieved and was about to let go, but he suddenly noticed that the beggar's hand was thick and powerful, and there was no frostbite caused by hunger and cold.

Immediately adding some strength to his hand, Yang Yanzhao shouted in a low voice, "Who are you!"

The latter slowly raised his head, opened his long hair covering his face with the other hand, and a playful smile appeared in his bright eyes. "Long time no see, Lord Yang."

It turned out to be the wolf king of the flowing sand!

"Go to Wanfu Street in the east of the city."

When Yang Yanzhao was surprised, the latter's arm suddenly broke free from his capture and stumbled to the side, cursing, as if he were saying harsh words.

The good sand is coming!

After a while, Yang Yanzhao woke up from the shock and remembered the white-haired Weizhuang he saw in southern Fujian last time. He couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart and strode towards the east of the city.

On the other side, the wolf king looked back and saw that he had left. Then he quickly hid into the alley beside him. As he walked, he angrily wiped his hand on his body. "This little woman is really abominable. It turned out to make me, the romantic wolf king pretend. Beggar, Lord Wei Zhuang is also messed up by her, which is really annoying.

The east of the capital is obviously much more deserted than before. This is an authentic slum. Most of the people gathered here are poor people. Of course, there are also many Song people who fell into the Liao Dynasty due to the war.

Wanfu Street, mentioned by the Wolf King, is the location of the most lively market in the east of the city. Under the rising night, the scattered lights are on. The small restaurants are hidden among these low houses, and laughter and scolding come from time to time.

Walking in it, Yang Yanzhao looked around, looking for the figure of the Wolf King, but he walked around the short Wanfu Street and didn't see his figure.

Even Yang Yanzhao, a beggar on the street, checked it one by one, but he still couldn't see the Wolf King. Did he have an accident?

Walking in the cold wind, Yang Yanzhao frowned. Since the Wolf King came, Wei Zhuang must have arrived, but where are they?

I raised my head and looked left and right, but except for the dim lights and few pedestrians around, where is the trace of streamer?

I don't understand. Is it because I have been followed?

When Yang Yanzhao came out of the palace, he noticed that the two people were behind him. He thought that he still needed to act with the help of Ye Luxian, so he ignored it, so he went.

However, after seeing the Wolf King before, he deliberately walked around a few streets and easily shook off the tail behind him, but why didn't the sand appear?

Maybe the time is not right now.

He looked behind him a few times warily. In the increasingly dark night, several lights were faintly lit, and the cold wind rushed to his face. Suddenly, he couldn't see the way back.

On the top of my head, there are dark clouds, and I can't see a few stars. It's another cold night.

He exhaled a lost breath and rubbed his numb hands. Yang Yanzhao was about to go back, but he saw two men in cotton robes walking not far ahead, laughing and entering a small restaurant on the street.

That man is so familiar.

At a glance, Yang Yanzhao only felt familiar. He immediately took steps and walked to the restaurant. Some broken wooden doors were covered, and there was a thick curtain of felt cloth hanging in it. Before he walked in, he smelled the sour and spicy smell, which made his heart surged.

"Old Chen, good wine and good dishes are on display!"

The pure Central Plains tone, the speaker is full of joy, and his voice makes Yang Yanzhao feel familiar.

Reaching out and lifting the curtain, there are a few oil lamps hanging in the simple room, which are much brighter than the street. Most of the tables and chairs are empty. Obviously, the business is not very good.

And the only table sitting in the corner was extremely eye-catching. When Yang Yanzhao turned around, several people who happened to be talking and laughing also looked over.

Looking at each other, they were all stunned.

"Bum!"

A fist hit the red and mottled wooden table, full of resentment and murder. Later, he saw the long knife coming out of the sheath and surrounded Yang Yanzhao.

" Stop!"

A low voice sounded, and the thin man who raised the knife turned his head and said angrily, "General, it was he who colluded with the Song people to disgrace Daizhou City, and his father, Yang, a thief, should have killed him!"

The long knife cut it without any stagnation. Yang Yanzhao was still standing still. After a long time, he said gently with a sour face, "Brother Guo, Brother Chang, long time no see."

The knife stopped a few feet away from the door, and the fierce face of Guo Qu, who held the knife, flashed a struggle. After all, he turned his head, threw the long knife aside, sat back on the wooden stool, picked up the wine urn and drank straight to his mouth.

In this restaurant, it was Chang Lei and Guo Qu who disappeared from the north after the return of Daizhou to the Song Dynasty.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and looked at Chang Lei with a gloomy face. He had not seen him for two years. The latter was a few laps thinner than before, but his eyes were much sharper.

"Brother Chang, are you all right?"

Many words came to his mouth, and only this sentence turned into this sentence. Yang Yanzhao always felt a little sorry for Chang Lei, but later he was busy with his livelihood, so he couldn't find it. Unexpectedly, he met him in the north today.

At the beginning, he came from the air. They didn't fight or know each other in the camp. Later, they met each other. Although Yang Yanzhao approached Chang Lei with the purpose of collecting and building a Xiong army, this friendship was real.

So, now that I see him, I don't know what to say.

Chang Lei still had a gloomy face, staring at the lights on the table. He didn't look at Yang Yanzhao, but his hands were tightly clenched together.

Suddenly, he suddenly got up and turned around and grabbed Yang Yanzhao's skirt. "With you, the champion of the Song Dynasty, how can someone have a bad life!"

Qi Xu's face turned red, and Chang Lei's breath was harsh. The tiger's eyes were full of blood, staring at Yang Yanzhao, as if to tear him alive.

With a bitter smile, Yang Yanzhao sighed, "Brother Chang, I know you are very resentful. If it's you, is there a better choice?"

Hearing this, Chang Lei gritted his teeth and stopped saying a sound, but Guo Qu, who was drinking wine, suddenly put down the wine urn and looked angrily, "What kind of bullshit choose not to choose? If you turn to the Song people, you are a traitor and a running dog!"

Breaking away from Chang Lei, Yang Yanzhao picked up the wine urn and took a few sips, "Yes, I'm a traitor. My father did his best for the Northern Han Dynasty, but what did the court do to him? Send people to monitor and send Jianxiong army to be on guard! In Jinyang City, there are corrupt officials who seek personal gain by power and fight with each other. In order to preserve their glory and wealth, they can even frame meritorious people.

Who in the devastated court has thought about it for the people, and who has thought about it for the soldiers who killed the enemy with blood?

He lived a drunken life and dreamed of death all day long, eating people's fat and drinking people's ointment. In danger, he knelt down and begged for mercy, and even treated the Liao people as a dog. What does such a court want it to do!"

After saying these words, Yang Yanzhao poured a few more mouthfuls. I don't know if it was emotionally excited or the wine was too sour and spicy, but he coughed violently.

In the restaurant, the lights swayed, and Chang Lei and Guo Qu were silent. The white-haired old man of the shopkeeper carefully brought a few plates of ordinary stir-fried dishes that were steaming.

For a moment, the white fog was hazy with the pale yellow halo of the oil lamp.

"Since you hate the Liaoning people, why do you stay here in the capital again?"

For a long time, Chang Lei asked hummingly, and then stared at Yang Yanzhao, as if to see what he was thinking clearly.

He took a wooden stool from behind, and Yang Yanzhao sat down straight. Yang Yanzhao stared at the oil lamp with hatred, "I'm a prisoner, and more importantly, I have to avenge my dead brother!"

"It's you who blocked hundreds of thousands of troops of Liao people in Yunzhou City!"

A trace of consterrenness flashed on Guo Qu's cold face. In the past few months, they have been shopping in the Western Regions. A few days ago, they went to Beijing to trade in business, but they also heard a lot about the war in Yunzhou City along the way.

Although the Liao people have adapted a lot of war, they can still hear the tragedy of the First World War in Yunzhou City, especially the abruptly blocking the army of Yelu Xiuge, the god of war of the Liao Dynasty, for three days and three nights. This ability alone is enough to make people admire.

Therefore, when they heard that Yang Yanzhao was the general of Yunzhou City, Guo Qu and Chang Lei were surprised.

He used the glazed ceramic bowl and poured a glass of wine. Yang Yanzhao drank it all, and an indescribable sadness appeared on his face. "It's not that I blocked the Liao people, but more than 10,000 dead brothers blocked them."

After that, he drank several bowls of wine again.

Seeing him like this, a trace of intolerance flashed in Chang Lei's eyes, "How do you want to avenge this?"

"Bang!"

The ceramic bowl was broken into several pieces under gravity, and then a cold voice sounded, "Blood for blood. Anyway, I'm going to kill Brother Yelu Xiu."