Chapter 323 The moth to the fire

In the palace, on the white jade steps, watching Yelu Xiuge leave slowly surrounded by the crowd, Yeluxian's eyes became deep, and it took a long time to whisper, "Yanyan, you said that, right?"

Xiao Zhuo, who was standing beside him, squeezed his mouth and answered for a long time, "Shan, Yan Yan doesn't dare to talk too much about this kind of thing."

Hearing the words, Ye Lvxian raised his head and looked at the sky. The clouds were flowing, and the country was like a painting, but why did he feel very aggrieved?

It's like a slit in the throat, with light in the back.

Seeing that he was silent, his beautiful eyes flowed and he didn't speak. Sometimes, it was enough to mention some words less, just as she just said, "Don't dare to talk too much".

For a long time, it seemed that he could not hear the faint noise. Ye Lvxian took his thoughts and reached out to hold Xiao Zhuo in his arms. "I will send Yang Jing to Huanglong Mansion tomorrow. In this way, maybe after a year and a half, the gap between the two of them can be eliminated. At that time, Feng Yangjing will be an official to do it. With his ability, he should soon be able to make some political achievements. In this way, he can also do Qiuer's marriage.

"The sweat is very true."

Buried his head in Ye Lvxian's arms, the figure of Yang Yanzhao and Qiong'e in pairs flashed in Xiao Zhuo's mind. Somehow, he secretly felt a little inexplicable loss.

On the street, the sound of gongs and drums is very lively.

The third Yu Yue appeared since the opening of the Liao Dynasty. Although it has long been known, the ceremony of this gift still made countless people rush to tell each other, and the joy was overflowing with joy. They rushed to the streets, competing to see the new rich and noble Yu Yue.

A row of armor-piercing soldiers with knives ran quickly, standing on the side of the street, rushing the turbulent people out of the street, so as not to hit the carriages and horses of Lord Yu Yue.

Finally, under the hard wait, the sound of gongs and drums came closer and closer, and hundreds of palace guards with red cards hanging red diamonds came slowly. They are all black high-headed horses and cold shining armor. Even if they don't have a long knife, they make people feel trembling and dare not look at them.

After the palace guard, there are dozens of ministers of etiquette and music in red court uniforms, and then there are six horse-drawn open-tops, Hua Gai, climbing dragons and phoenix extremely gorgeous carriages.

In the car, Brother Yelu Xiu was wearing a tight coat with a black embroidered golden wolf's head, a felt hat with a palm-sized wolf roaring gold nugget in front of his forehead, and a black cloak with countless shiny patterns and totems behind him.

At this moment, the king of the North Courtyard, who should have been in high spirits, looked as cold as ice, his eyes were restrained, and he looked at the jubilant people around him.

It seems that for a moment, he has crossed the underworld and become the realm of high mountains. Tens of people worship, and there are countless songs in his ears. In a faint time, he was a little fluttering. He climbed on the layers of clouds and stood on the nine sky, overlooking everything in the world like ants.

At this moment, Yelu Xiuge finally understood the feeling of the previous witch people looking at him. When he thought about this, a trace of anger suddenly escame in his heart, and his hands also grasped the golden silk nanmu of the carriage.

The cold wind blew, which calmed Yelu Xiu's heart a lot. The witchcraft power was huge. Naturally, he knew it very well that he couldn't touch it at all in his life.

The cheers in his ear pulled back Brother Yelu Xiu's thoughts, and a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes. Even if you can't touch your witch religion, you can still dismantle its muscles and bones. Isn't it a joke for the world to let a Song thief to be a 'free messenger'?

Then let him jump for a few more days.

Yelu Xiu said to himself in his heart that in any case, he would take the life of the Song thief and avenge Yashan.

As I was calculating, I suddenly heard the shouts. Soon, I saw a few crazy horses rushing towards the parade, the sound of horseshoes, and the masonry surface roared.

"Protect from Lord Yue!"

The captain of the palace guard roared, and soon the soldiers behind him moved, threw away the mahogany cards in their hands, and pulled out the long knife hanging on the horse.

At this moment, a curtain of water was sprinkled in the sky with the hot air.

This is boiling water.

Suddenly, there was a riot among the palace tent guards, not to mention the soldiers screaming, especially the painful war horses running around after being frightened, while the unknown people fled everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, Fengze Street was in a mess. There were cries everywhere. The crowd surged and swallowed the soldiers who maintained order on the street.

Among the horses rushing to the parade, Yang Yanzhao poked his head from the abdomen of a horse and looked at the crowd fleeing around in front of him. He couldn't help but feel sorry for it. It would be great to sprinkle fire and oil, but the left woman disagreed. There was no other way but to retreat and replace it with boiling water.

Fortunately, this also makes the crowd more and more chaotic.

His eyes locked on Yelu Xiuge in the carriage. When the horse rushed into the team of palace guards, Yang Yanzhao pulled down the reed leaf gun tied to the horse and went straight to the carriage.

The long gun is like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, picking it up, collecting it, swinging it, and it will be full of blood in an instant.

Yang Yanzhao's sudden killing took the lives of dozens of people in the blink of an eye, and also forced him to Brother Yelu Xiu more and more. However, the palace guard were all elites of the Liao Dynasty. After a short period of chaos, he also organized more than a hundred people to stand in front of the carriage.

The shadow of the knife is intertwined and overwhelming. Yang Yanzhao, who rushed forward, had to stop. The reed leaf gun in his hand suddenly only heard sparks everywhere, and the sound of the pans was endless.

More and more soldiers surged up. Even if the tip of the gun was highly poisoned, Yang Yanzhao killed one person and someone else immediately made up for it. For a moment, it was difficult to walk.

In the chaotic fight, Brother Yelu Xiu did not jump out of the car and left. He had been standing quietly on the carriage. The tiger's eyes stared at Yang Yanzhao, who was constantly picking up the palace guard, and grasped the treasure knife placed on his waist with his right hand.

Behind him, under the carriage, two Liao people in official uniforms stood with their heads down and did not even raise their heads. It seemed that they could not be interested in the fight in front of them.

The two of them raised their ears and took half a step to the right with their feet. Their bodies were as tight as bow strings. On their right house, Zuo Posha smashed the barrel in his hand and rushed straight at Yelu Xiu.

"His head is mine!"

Yang Yanzhao, who was besieged by the palace guard, suddenly roared, and the left woman, who was about to continue to move forward, pointed his toes on the masonry, retreated back more than ten feet and killed those palace guards.

With the help of Zuo Po Sa, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt very relaxed. He looked grateful to her and killed Brother Yelü Xiu with a blood-stained reed leaf gun.

The phantom of the gun flower danced, and there were fewer and fewer palace guards in front of him. Finally, there was a bloody road.

Breathing for breath and staring at his blood-red eyes, Yang Yanzhao stared at Yelu Xiuge. The latter did not make a sound, but slowly pulled out the knife he was wearing with his hands.

The enemy met, and his eyes were particularly jealous. Needless to say, Yang Yanzhao danced and killed him with a long spear, and Brother Yelu Xiu also jumped out of the carriage, dragged the knife with one hand, crossed the sparks all the way on the ground, and ran towards Yang Yanzhao.

"Dang!"

The long gun waved by Yang Yanzhao was abruptly split by the knife. Suddenly, he only felt that his arm was numb. The Luye gun almost took off his hand, and Brother Yelu Xiu also took a few steps back.

The two stared at each other again and jumped together again to kill each other.

In a few breaths, he made dozens of moves. Yang Yanzhao danced all the shooting skills he had learned in his life, but Yelu Xiuge's knife skills were also quite powerful.

It seems that they are evenly matched.

But this is not the result that Yang Yanzhao wants. Today, either Yelu Xiu died or he died. Only one of them can live.

A terrible anger flashed in his eyes. Yang Yanzhao swept towards Yelu Xiuge like a storm. The latter was busy and waving a long knife to resist.

When the long gun-like attack was about to disperse, Yelu Xiuge rushed up with a long knife and cut Yang Yanzhao back repeatedly with several knives.

Under the panic dodge, Yang Yanzhao rushed backwards with the Luye gun. How could the jealous brother Yelu Xiu let go of this opportunity? He roared again and continued to chase him.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao suddenly turned around, and the long gun in his hand swung its tail, like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole, spitting out a letter, and stabbing Yelu Xiu's throat.

It turned out to be a horse gun!

Brother Yelu Xiu, who had studied gunnery, was immediately shocked, but the knife in his hand had been split out, and his body could not be stopped. He could only watch the bloody gunhead coming towards his throat.

"The king should be careful."

A gust of gloomy wind flashed, but the two people who followed Yelu Xiuge's carriage flew out and stretched out their hands to drag him aside. Seeing that Yang Yanzhao, who was about to kill the enemy, was not willing. His hand stroked his sleeve, and several plum needles hidden in it were shot out and went straight to the door of Yelu Xiuge, who had not yet stood firm.

"It's just a jumping clown."

The man with a fist-sized birthmark on his face showed a gloomy smile, and then his body flashed, and countless shadows moved quickly. When he stopped, he was holding the plum blossom needle that Yang Yanzhao had hit before.

He looked at Yang Yanzhao with a smile, and then the latter only felt that his mind was pounded by a heavy hammer. His chest surged, frowned and endured, and did not spit out blood.

The two people in front of us are terrible masters.

"It's impolite not to come and go. Take back what you used as a bitch!"

Before the breath calmed down, countless fierce murderous atmosphere came from my ears. These plum needles were smeared with poison. I couldn't think much about it, so I had to hide aside.

"Where are you going to hide? Stay honest, isn't it good to taste your own methods, Jie Jie..."

Another short and fat man's laughter was like iron skin grinding, which was extremely harsh, but it was this sound like countless silver needles piercing Yang Yanzhao's chest, making him spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body slowed down.

With this delay, the plum needle on his face was about to be pierced on his face.