When he went to the capital, Yelu Yanxi was rarely stiff, and he himself knew that agreeing to the conditions of the Jurchens was tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst.

Da Liao refused to canonize Wanyan Agu with the title of Emperor Dasheng Daming, nor did he agree to cede the lost territory.

Ma Kuo united with the Khitan main battle faction to take the opportunity to make a statement, and asked the Liao lord Yelu Yanxi to kill the Jurchen envoy in order to strengthen the country's prestige.

A group of people gathered in the largest restaurant in Beijing to discuss patriotic countermeasures under the encouragement of the Song Dynasty envoy Gao Shan, and the name of the restaurant is Fengli Xunxianglou, which is a very simple and appropriate name.

Gao Shank wears a blue robe, with a royal blue brocade belt tied around his waist, and inside is a silver-white silk robe, and he holds a folding fan in his hand.

He was born with long eyebrows, handsome and extraordinary, like a jade tree in the wind, and he is a beautiful son who stands out from the dust.

Yu Zhongwen, the left overseer of the Great Liao Shangjing, smiled from afar: "It's long overdue, so you have been waiting for a long time. ”

"Yu Dutong, please take a seat." Gao Shank welcomed him to the building with a smile, followed by the right general Zuo Gongqi, who was welcomed into the building by Qin Hui. So far, more than a dozen Khitan major generals, determined to fight in the Yanei, have gathered here.

After everyone sat down, the high handle slapped his palm, the ring sounded lightly, and a team of Liao beauties entered through, there are many Khitan nationalities, and these beauties have their own characteristics.

The seventeen people present, each holding a beautiful woman by his side, stood up after the wine and meat were served.

Junya's face twitched for a moment, and suddenly threw the folding fan on the table, rolled up his sleeves and scolded: "Jurchen Tartars, thieves and birds, have actually bullied His Majesty Da Liao, and I will join their mother." ”

Gao Shan's original demeanor and demeanor are gentle, no matter how you look at it, he is a noble son of a family, but as soon as he starts a fire, he is full of foul words, and he is an old **. He scolded for half an hour before he stopped hatefully, and said with red eyes and crying:

"Although Gao Shane is a Song person, but since entering Liao, he has been deeply favored by His Majesty, whether it is a patrol or a reward, he can't pull my Gao Shan's name.

The grace of knowing the encounter, but that's it, now the Jurchen Tartars insult my majesty, it's simply unbearable.

We Han people have a saying, the lord is worried about the humiliation of the minister, and the lord humiliates the minister to death. I have made up my mind to destroy this flock of birds and tartars tonight, and do my part for Your Majesty. ”

It's not that the people present don't know the fate of killing the Jurchens, but so far, there is no difference at all.

Wanyan Laogou has already given an order, and the royal driver personally led the Jin army to march to Linhuang Mansion in Shangjing, the capital of Liao. Fortunately, there is a big Liao Shangjing to stay in the tart is not wild, and the capital pool is strong, and the tun is rich, and the city is firmly defended.

At this time, if you don't kill the Jurchen envoys and send them back, you will immediately be a group of screaming butchers.

The Khitan can't be weaker anymore, and these Khitan "angry youths" applauded Gao Shan.

Ma Kuo's hands were red and swollen, but Qin Hui and Bai Shizhong took advantage of the beauty's waist and strands.

Gao Shan's voice was hoarse when he shouted, and when he saw Qin Hui rubbing oil on the salty pig's hand, he was angry, and said sadly: "Yes, you can say a few words." ”

Qin Hui scolded in his heart, with a look of hatred on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I feel uncomfortable at this time, I want to cry when I open my eyes, I can't do anything, no wonder people say that I am useless and a scholar." Saying that, he shed tears again, wiped his tears and said: "Your Majesty, what a good emperor, he was forced to canonize him as a brother emperor by a former slave, the dignified lord of Khitan, and became a younger brother, I feel uncomfortable!" ”

Saying that, he leaned on the beauty's chest and cried loudly, the Khitan beauty couldn't understand what he said, so she had to hug him and pat her back to comfort Qin Hui.

The Khitan people finally saw the celebrities and gentlemen of the Great Song Dynasty, and they were all moved.

Believe it or not is one thing, if you don't kill the Jurchens, wouldn't those peacemakers have the upper hand again.

When the time comes, not to mention the loss of power and humiliation of the country, but also let these Jurchen Tartars look down on, our envoy went to Huining Mansion once, and was whipped by the Jurchens in an inhuman, and half of the messenger died after he returned.

Ma Kuo really couldn't stand it anymore, coughed lightly, and said: "This group of Jurchen Tartars, my Ma Kuo is killed, but we are not Liao, it is inconvenient to act, I don't know if you are willing to help?" ”

Several generals present immediately pulled out their swords, stacked them together and said: "Kill the Jurchen, report to Your Majesty, and strengthen the Khitan!" ”

Everyone threw away their knives and indulged in the wine, the weather in the north had reached the time of snow, and the cold wind was howling outside the window. Inside the building, however, the spring is boundless, and after the wine is hot, many Khitan young and strong main battle factions gathered their respective generals and took advantage of the night to kill the Honglu Temple.

Gao Shant and the others have long been overwhelmed by the strength of alcohol and fall to the ground. They didn't open their eyes until they were all out.

Ma Kuo smiled and said: "Gao Yanei, there is really you, no wonder the teacher values you so much, you are really a talent, and the younger brother is convinced." ”

Gao Shan's face turned red, and Yang Lin's words sounded, and he said suddenly: "This is just a false name, just like the floating clouds in the sky." ”

In the Honglu Temple in the night, there were not a few people guarding it, and the little guard stepped forward to inquire, and was slapped by Yu Zhongwen and knocked out his teeth.

Dozens of torches only reflected the outline of the house, and the towering trees in the two courtyards were far away from each other, and the dense branches and leaves moved in the night breeze, indescribably quiet.

Yelu Muxun pulled out his scimitar and slashed it along the crack in the door, splitting the bolt in half in the courtyard.

There was a soft click, and although the sound of the wood falling to the ground was very soft, in this silent night, the Khitan people present heard it so thrillingly!

In the darkness of the night, he could be seen gesticulating and slowly pushing the door open.

A Tartar in a red jacket was on duty in the courtyard, and it seemed that he had decided that nothing would happen, and he was sitting on the railing and napping.

Yelu Muxun stepped forward one by one, pressed the guy who was napping at the door, and covered his mouth. The small plug in his hand was inserted from between his neck, and the warm blood shot out, drenching Yelu Muxun's head and face, and under the stimulation of blood, the Khitan people were all surging and even more surging.

The sentry Tartar struggled desperately, but was covered by a Khitan soldier. In the blink of an eye, the whole thing fell soft. The soldier let go of his hand, picked up the fur hat on the ground, and pressed it against his face.

"Dog Tartar." Yelu Muxun took a sip, and then led the people on, and the cold wind blew on their faces, and they suddenly realized what they were doing. Looking back at the dead body, everyone knew that there was no turning back.

With red eyes and knives, a team of dozens of people kicked and killed people from room to room.

In the inner courtyard, a messy voice suddenly sounded, alarming the Jurchen mission who was still sleeping.

The Jurchen warrior Zanmo, who was also the envoy of the mission this time, opened his eyes sharply, only to see more than a dozen people standing at the door, and the crossbow arrows in their hands couldn't help but shoot towards him.

In the other room, Wanyan Xinilie, the deputy envoy of the Jin State Mission, is the son of Wanyan Aguta, the son of the Jin Dynasty clan, and his mother Xiao Chongfei.

He let out a miserable howl, and before he could do anything, he was shot in the head.

The pattern of Honglu Temple is a house on three sides, a main house on one side, and a wing room on both sides. The main house is a small two-story building with stairs on the right. I heard the sound of squeaking and screaming from the houses on three sides, and there was already a ** big man rushing out from the first floor of the main house.

When the Khitan built this place where the envoys of various countries lived, they didn't think about the fire here, and the Tartars in the Jurchen mission first ran to the room of Zanmo and Wanyan Xinilie, and when they saw that they were dead, they immediately started to go wild.

A Tartar slaughtered into the crowd, looked up to the sky and roared a few Jurchen words, and was shot through the throat.

The others immediately understood that Wanyan Xi Nilie and Zanmo were dead, so even if they returned to the Jin Kingdom, they would not be able to escape death.

They looked like crazy, and a few of them had already opened their bows, and there was a sound of breaking through the air when they shot an arrow, and it was not a problem to crucify a Khitan.

These young Zhuang factions, who had never gone out to fight in Shangjing, knew at this time that the Jurchens' famous reputation was not false.

Under the sneak attack like this, more than 200 people on his side could not resist with his bare buttocks, Yu Zhongnan's face turned pale, and he ordered everyone to retreat to the courtyard and kill people with crossbow arrows.

In this way, the Jurchens fought back with bows and arrows through the door panel, and the roar did not decrease, and the desperate intention was fully revealed.

Seeing that the pro-soldiers on his side were about to fall one by one, and the Khitan army in Beijing in the distance would rush to hear the news, Yelu Muxun threw his hat and scolded: "Put rockets and burn these dog Tartars." ”

A sky-high fire illuminated the capital city, and Honglu Temple was reduced to ashes.

The Jurchen mission was completely annihilated, and they died the day before their departure, and a chill enveloped the entire Shangjing City, and everyone knew that the Jurchens' crazy revenge was coming.