Duan Shaolian was very worried about Fan Yu's actions, that was the dignified Emperor Liao, the king of a country.

Of course, he was not worried about Fan Yu, but he was afraid that he would also be implicated.

It's just that as soon as he made a move, he saw Fan Yu's eyes look coldly, which made him feel shocked.

Fan Yu was afraid that Duan Shaolian would open his mouth to speak, and he would vent his momentum, so that Yelu Sect really had room to turn around. If Duan Shaolian really relieved Yelu Zhenzong so that the other party could get rid of this topic, then all the previous efforts would be wasted.

Yelu Zhenzong is only eighteen years old, although he has just put his mother Xiao Yunjin under house arrest and has the opportunity to take power alone. But this doesn't mean that he can really give up his face like an old fritter.

Facing Fan Yu, Yelu Zongzhen had no choice but to say: "Two Song envoys, I will warn Xiao Qing not to embarrass you." If it is said that he will be punished for his sins, and ask for an explanation, it is difficult for the strong. After all, it's just your words, and it's not enough to be believed. ”

Duan Shaolian couldn't help but be stunned, Fan Yu was actually fine, Emperor Liao was not annoyed and angry, this luck was too good.

How did he know that it wasn't a matter of luck. Instead, Fan Yu's speech was targeted and matter-oriented, and every sentence hit the other party's concerns. It's not just a little empty scene and kind words, just to keep face for everyone.

Even if Yeluzong really wants to lose his temper, he has to think about whether what Fan Yu said is right. If what Fan Yu said was reasonable, wouldn't he be really angry, wouldn't it become an incompetent rage, which made people laugh.

Fan Yu himself was also sweating in his heart, so he let Yelu Zongzhen say the words to warn Xiao Hui. He knew that if he could get this sentence, there would be no more twists and turns in this mission. This also means that the Liao State has temporarily rested its thoughts about the land of Guannan in the Great Song Dynasty and the increase of the year's coin.

"Your Majesty is a reasonable person, young and promising, and able to judge right and wrong, so that the two of us will not be coerced." Fan Yu bowed to Yelu Zongzhen and said: "As early as in Bianliang, I heard of His Majesty's literary name, and he has a lot of attainments in poetry, calligraphy and painting. Now to be able to meet His Majesty, Fan Yu Sansheng is lucky. ”

Fan Yu accepted it when he saw it, and turned his head to dissolve the somewhat rigid atmosphere. Instead, he talked about the things that Yelu Zongzhen was most proud of, that is, his own poems and paintings.

Sure enough, Yelu Zongzhen's face softened and showed a slight smile.

"Whereever, it's just a small gain. It's An Lehou's literary name, which really makes me even more envious. Yelu Zongzhen laughed and said: "You have passed the New Year, but you are only sixteen years old, and I have passed the New Year, but you are nineteen." ”

Duan Shaolian listened to the words of the two, but it was harsh, hehe, he was dozens of years old, he deserved to be a stupid person? However, it is also an opportunity to speak.

"Your Majesty and An Lehou are both extremely young and quick-witted. Where is an old man like me, but there are no good poems, let alone calligraphy and painting. Duan Shaolian didn't dare to raise his head, but laughed at himself.

"Although Duan Zhengzhi is old, he has rich experience, and he must also be a capable official of the Great Song Dynasty, and he disdains this way of poetry, calligraphy and painting." Yelu Zongzhen turned to Fan Yu again and said: "We young people are just a hobby, but we are a good talking point in our spare time. I know that An Lehou is good at poetry, and he happened to paint a picture the day before yesterday. If An Lehou is not stingy to give advice, you can inscribe a poem on the painting for me, how about it. ”

Fan Yu said in his heart, he knew that this was the case, and he would treat himself as a talent. I still have to let myself write poems, but it is difficult for myself. This writing, with his own handwriting, will immediately reveal the horse's feet.

"Your Majesty lifts love, how dare I disobey my fate." Fan Yu hurriedly arched his hand and said: "It's just that I write poems, and the inscription poems may stain Your Majesty's picture scroll." ”

Yelu Zongzhen didn't force it, and said with a smile: "An Le Hou is willing to write poems, and I am also very content." Somebody, get me the scroll I just finished. ”

Immediately someone trotted away, and after a while, they came back with a painting.

Two palace attendants unfolded the scroll on the table of Yelu Zongzhen. Above it is an unpainted, white-drawn picture of the army company camp. Among them, the battle flag of Diao Dou is only a few strokes, and it looks very gloomy. Even if few soldiers appear on the painting, it still makes people feel very murderous.

Fan Yu glanced at it, and only felt that this Liao Emperor Yelu Zong really used this painting to make himself write poems, and he still had some bad intentions.

But people don't find it clear, and they can't just think so.

"Your Majesty's painting, but it is based on the real scene, or it is painted from memory." Fan Yu opened his mouth and asked Yelu Zong.

"An Lehou asked, but it made me a little strange." Yelu Zong couldn't help but be curious: "Is this painting a real scene, is it related to An Lehou's poems?" ”

Fan Yu nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right in a word, that's exactly the case." If it's a real scene, something must happen. If it is only based on memory, then the foreign minister can let go of his imagination, but there is a lot less restraint. ”

Yelu Zongzhen laughed and said: "This painting was painted by me in the palace, not in the military camp. ”

"In this way, the foreign minister will tremble and write poems for His Majesty's paintings." Fan Yu is actually scratching his head, since he was drunk and sang a farewell song, he was chased to the shelves as a poet.

Including the reception banquet in the guest house last time, he was also forced by Yelu Chongyuan, so he copied a poem by Qiu Jin. Now I have to write poems to the paintings of Emperor Yeluzong of Liao, which is really enough.

Although I think this in my heart, I can't do it. In Fan Yu's view, it is a question of who to copy, and he can't make it up by himself, but he is afraid that of course he will annoy Yelu Zongzhen. Presumably, Yelu Zong really thought that An Lehou was obviously famous, but he deliberately slipped away to insult himself, and did not cut him or anyone.

This is better than the invigilator back then, the teacher won't cut off his head, this one will.

"I'm listening." Where did Yelu Zongzhen know that Fan Yu had these psychological activities, and he was looking at Fan Yu expectantly, hoping to produce a masterpiece.

Fan Yu smiled bitterly in his heart, but he racked his brains.

After a while, Fan Yu smiled and hugged his fist at Yelu Zongzhen and said, "Your Majesty, the foreign minister also got a poem by chance, please comment on it." 'Being in the Nine Folds, Shang Sijun is in charge of Luntai. Lying down at night and listening to the wind blowing and snow, the iron horse glacier fell into a dream. ’”

This is Lu You's poem, which was changed by Fan Yu and used it.

Yelu Zongzhen frowned, but asked: "I only have a line-colored military camp in this painting, and you are a snow and an iron horse glacier, is there something unpleasant." ”

"Your Majesty, it is precisely because it is painted in white and not colored, so these white ministers think it is snow." Fan Yu said with a smile: "However, the military camp is just quiet, although it is quiet, it is Xiao Xu's murderous face. If the army rises from the camp, it is an iron horse galloping on the glacier, and the strength is increased by three points. ”

Yelu Zong was really satisfied, and couldn't help but strike each other with his hands and said: "An Lehou's name is worthy of his name, and it is really the resurrection of poetry and immortals." This painting has the title of An Lehou's poem, but it is also a good story. ”

Fan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly in his heart. What good story is not good, passing this hurdle is worse than negotiation.