"What, do you want to use force?"

After being silent for a long time, the situation in the marshal's mansion, which was silent in the middle of the night, was finally broken by the middle-aged man.

In the Liao Kingdom in June, although it has already entered summer, the night in the land outside the Saiwai is still cold and bitterly cold.

Surrounded by hundreds of armed to the teeth, there was no emotion other than leisure on the face of the young man who looked suave.

It's as if he was sitting in his own yard in the afternoon, casually drinking tea and talking with friends.

"Hehe, I don't mean to be an enemy with you, Marshal Wu Yanguang, the god of spears outside the plug. ”

Smiling and clasping his hands to his chest, the young man's tone was casual, as if he didn't pay any attention to the nearby masters.

Half a day passed, and he just smiled and said: "I, the "East King" Murong Fu, came here this time on the order of Gao Taiwei to send a congratulatory gift to the marshal. ”

"Thief, Hugh has to bewitch the crowd here!"

The leader of the group of Liao soldiers strode out, staring at Murong Fu with cold eyes, and shouted with a stern expression: "You sneak into the Marshal's Mansion in the middle of the night with a knife, and we will not be able to set up a holy dragon guard!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and ordered everyone to gather around, and as soon as Wu Yanguang spoke, he immediately let the young man's body be broken into ten thousand pieces.

And Murong Fu heard him say this, but his face did not change at all, he still maintained the posture of holding his hands in front of his chest, looking at everyone with a smile.

Despite this, the group of Holy Dragon Guards did not move again, they just clenched the swords in their hands and stared at Murong Fu with fierce expressions.

However, Wu Yanguang still waved his hand slightly, signaling them not to move.

"Murong Fu, I won't pursue your behavior for the time being, but don't you know?" Looking at Murong Fu with an indifferent face, Wu Yanguang said calmly: "The Great Song Dynasty and the Great Liao are now enemy countries, and you are here alone, is it too long for you to come here?"

"Hehe, don't be so nervous."

Smiling and waving his hand, Murong Fu just took out a secret letter from his body, looked at Wu Yanguang and said, "I am representing me personally today, in order to assassinate Dong Ping together, to form an alliance with the adults, that's all."

"Oh, ally with me?"

smiled and tilted his head, Wu Yanguang said in a casual tone: "Gao Taiwei values it so much, I can't afford it."

"In short, since I have delivered, my task has been completed."

Turning around and waving his hand at Wu Yan Guang behind him, Murong Fu just laughed and said, "Being able to get rid of Dong Ping is enough for you to be called a big gift, Wu Yan Dashuai, you can do it yourself."

"Finally, I advise you, Dong Ping is the biggest disaster in the world, this demon, none of us can deal with it alone, we can only gather and let him destroy."

As he spoke, Murong Fu stopped, didn't look back, and said indifferently: "My words have come to this, you can decide for yourself!"

Then, he just smiled and looked at the Holy Dragon Guards who were still blocking his way and said, "It's just that these brothers probably want me to stay and have a few drinks."

"Hehe, the Holy Dragon Guard is the elite of a hundred battles who have followed me for decades, and the whole world only obeys my orders, you don't have to worry about this matter." Wu Yan didn't move, he just looked at Murong Fu and sneered: "However, I have a few words, you can listen carefully."

"I've long heard of the name of the "Holy Dragon Guard" of Da Liao, and it is said that this year you have reduced the 3,000 personal soldiers to these 300 people, and your strength has improved a lot. Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, you can say it, I will hear the details in the next wish."

"You don't need to read your letter, I won't use such insidious means, but it's not easy for Your Excellency to come once, I'll keep it as a souvenir, as for Dong Ping, this person's courage and means are not the realm we can achieve."

After a pause, Wu Yanguang moved his whole body muscles and bones, and continued to speak in a calm tone: "And your Wang Chongyang of Mingqiong, I also bother you to tell him, I won't read the letter, if you want to come here to drink tea, you are welcome at any time."

"Then how are you going to deal with Dong Ping, watching him come and kill you one day?" Murong Fu sneered without replying: "Do you think that with your hatred, he will let you go, or do you think that these hundreds of people around you can compare to the hundreds of thousands of elites of our Han people?"

"Hehe, Dong Ping is a hero, I want to compete with him openly, defeat him in a dignified manner with soldiers, and then decide the winner with him alone, you don't have to bother with the rest." Wu Yanguang also sneered: "I will also tell you one last word, so that your emperor can remember it well."

"The storm is coming!"

“……”

"Open the door, send off the guests!"

The next day, outside the marshal's mansion, on the martial arts field.

The willows planted in the courtyard flutter with the wind, there are a few rows of swallows passing by on the dome from time to time, there is only one person on the martial arts field, and the weapon rack is quietly displayed there, a peaceful and auspicious atmosphere.

"Marshal, why are you still sullen?"

Wu Yanguang's lieutenant general, Ye Lujian, looked at Wu Yanguang, who was frowning on the martial arts arena and sitting on the edge of the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Isn't it the king of the Southern Courtyard, the matter of "descending the dragon guard" Xiao Feng?"

"Exactly."

Wu Yanguang jumped off the stage, his brows were almost wrinkled, and he straightened his collar before he looked at the willows swaying in the wind in the courtyard and said, "Now there is no problem with Da Liao and Da Song, I'm just worried about that Xiao Feng."

"Indeed, this person is a hero, and he was also framed by traitors in the court." Yelujian sighed and said.

"You see, it's not far enough." Wu Yanguang said in a deep voice: "This person's prestige is huge, if our army goes all out, I'm afraid that this person will change in the rear."

"You mean, Xiao Feng wants to rebel?" Yelu Jian said in a low tone: "But as far as we know, this Xiao Feng has a simple personality and has always been loyal to the emperor, how can he rebel?"

"Hehe, if he doesn't rebel, it doesn't mean that others won't use his reputation to cause trouble." Wu Yanguang sneered: "Especially, the Ye Luchun who made a fuss before."

As he spoke, Wu Yanguang looked at the mountains outside and said in a low tone: "At present, the most important threat is always Dong Ping."

"Except for this person and Yue Pengju, the rest of the Great Song Dynasty are all insufficient!"

At this time, Shangjing, in the dungeon.

In this dark and damp space, there is a pungent smell that barely shines into the light, making it daunting.

A man in his thirties sat on a haystack, and although he had fallen so far, his expression was still optimistic, and he always maintained a meditative posture with his head held high.

Half a day passed, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes.

Soon, however, he smiled wryly again and sighed slightly.

"King Xiao, don't sigh!"

Several young men struggled out from the nearby prison cell, beating the railing with wooden shackles and shouting: "King Xiao, although the traitorous ministers are in charge now, it is not yet the last day, and the righteous path will be upheld!"

"Hehe, so far, what is the right way."

Raising his head with a wry smile, the man known as King Xiao only shook his head slightly: "Xiao is only three months at most, and he will see the King of Hades, and besides, don't call me King Xiao again in the future."

"Xiao was born in the Southern Dynasty, under the holy order of His Majesty, what kind of king to be this one, I originally wanted to serve the country wholeheartedly, prevent the war, and resolve the dispute between Song and Liao, but I didn't want to ......"

Speaking of this, Xiao Feng sighed heavily, he just smiled bitterly: "Now that the Song Liao war has started again, not to mention the devastation of life, the turmoil of the country, the rise and fall, and the suffering of the people, just to say that this golden man who has not been put in our eyes is a huge powder magazine!"

"King Xiao, what kind of Jurchens have been calling us ministers and paying tribute, we have been paying tribute for several years, and our strength is not very good, what else is there to be afraid of?" The young men wondered.

"Your understanding of the Jin people is too superficial." Xiao Feng shook his head, was silent for a long time, and still spoke in a heavy tone: "A sick male lion, treat him as a sick cat, I can only say that this is an extremely unwise behavior."

"What about Song Guo, it's okay for us to defeat Song Guo quickly, right?" Someone said loudly.

"Hehe, don't say anything else, recently, that Shandong Dongping, his power has grown by leaps and bounds, and even the Han emperor can only be forced to admit his strength and throne, and the first army in the country, Shen Wen Huanzhang, with more than 100,000 elite soldiers, has been defeated under his men......"

"Moreover, there is also the Western Army of the Great Song Dynasty, Yue Pengju is young but brave, only eighteen years old, once almost wiped out the Western Xia with a soldier and horse, his subordinates "Wujue" Liu Qi, "Feiyun Dragon" Zhang Xian, "Agni Huoxia" Yao Pingzhong and others all have the courage of ten thousand people, not to mention that there is also the Great Song Dynasty Xuzhou Chuzhou Festival Envoy, "Earthquake Heavens" Han Shizhong ......"

Xiao Feng paused, and then smiled bitterly: "I once competed with this person in the art of bow and arrow, and I lost to this person, and it is rumored that his strength is not under Dong Ping and Yue Fei, with these fierce generals, even if we use the strength of the country, it will be difficult for us to win."

"Do you think we can quickly destroy this group of monsters?"

For a moment, the dungeon was silent, and it was almost impossible to hear a needle dropping.

The cold wind poured in from the small window near the ceiling, wrapped in thin clothes, raised his head and looked at the continuous drizzle outside, Xiao Feng only felt that the past clouds and smoke were vivid, and he remembered a lot of past events.

After a long silence, he still spoke, but it seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed that he was talking to an old friend.

"Brother Duan Yu, Brother Murong Although he is very obsessed, he is kind in nature and is a good person......"

"If you have time, help him find his sister Murong Li and cousin Wang Yuyan, who have been missing for many years, but don't let him harm people and ...... again for the so-called restoration of the country."

"Gone astray......"