This time, Yelu Hongji sent three envoys in one go, just not wanting to lose face, he expected that when all nations gathered, the Great Song Dynasty would definitely take the opportunity to show his prestige, suppress all countries, and earn enough face.

As the first power in the past, the history of the Khitan Wanguo Dynasty is far longer than that of the Great Song Dynasty, and the experience is also richer.

These three people have all received the will, no matter what, they will make Da Song lose face, and the bamboo basket will be empty. Along the way, Yelu Huage kept scrutinizing and repeatedly researching, how the Great Song Dynasty would make a move, and how should they deal with it...... But pushing back and forth, I didn't expect that the Great Song Dynasty was willing to set up stone statues for the warriors of the Liao Kingdom to show their achievements.

What kind of routine is this?

I really can't understand it!

Could it be that Da Song's face was not painful enough, and he wanted to take a few more hits, and then be ashamed and brave...... If that's the case, they're too scheming......

If you can't figure it out, you just can't figure it out!

Yelu Huage lowered his head and groaned, Song Zhen seemed to be fine, tasting tea, and the old god was there.

Suddenly, Xiao Dayou spoke: "Song Xianggong, what are you doing this for?" ”

Yelu Huage frowned at first, as a righteous envoy, he has a heavy burden, he must be careful in everything he says and does, and if he asks rashly, will he fall behind...... But on second thought, there's nothing wrong with going straight to the point!

"Yes, please teach Song Xianggong, what is the purpose of doing this?"

"It's simple, for six words!"

Dogtooth stood up and smiled slightly, "In order to—higher, faster, stronger!" ”

Yelu Huage took a breath, "Please make it clear." ”

"Hahaha, what's not to understand about this...... Aside from the Khitan and the Great Song Dynasty, we are all human beings, ordinary people...... We study, do learning, do business, and practice martial arts...... No matter what you do, everyone is self-motivated and wants to be greater. Whether it is horse racing or wrestling, it is a comparison of wins and losses, and the strong are selected...... This strong man is not only limited to a country, but also has to look at the world, gather talents from all walks of life, and compete together to select the strongest person as a role model representative, for people to admire, and sing praises of virtue! ”

Gouya'er smiled and said, "If your envoy thinks that the Great Song Dynasty has any conspiracy, it is too underestimated to underestimate my court's open-mindedness...... Da Song gives all players a fair platform to compete, which can certainly encourage the people of Da Song to work hard and reach a higher level. This is also the case for all countries, I think it is also the pattern of Khitan, and I will not be a little woman! ”

"Hahaha, I'm a Khitan warrior, unparalleled in the world, of course I'm not afraid of any competition." Yeluhua Gran laughed loudly: "It's just that I can't guarantee that you won't play tricks in secret!" ”

The Buddha seal clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, the envoy, if there is a Buddha in his eyes, he is a Buddha everywhere...... All the races, there are Lao Qu to undertake, the horse racing of the Great Xiangguo Temple, has been done for more than a year or two, there are also many masters from the grassland, the skills are overwhelming, not only earn a rich bounty, but also by all parties admired. If the envoy does not believe, he can go and check, and if the old man has half a lie, he is willing to fall into the eighteen layers of hell. ”

Although the Liao State has banned Buddhism in recent years, as an outsider, the words of the Buddha seal are still very convincing.

The three of them looked at each other and exchanged glances.

I don't see anything wrong with this, even if it's harmful, it's just a samurai, so what?

Thinking of this, Yelu Huage smiled, "Since this is the case, then let the guest follow the lord and listen to Song Xianggong." ”

"Hahaha, okay, it's really happy, please invite the warriors of your country who have won three days in a row." Song Zhen said with a smile: "The old man wants to arrange people to carve a stone statue for him." ”

"Okay, let the black tiger come over!"

It turned out that the warrior was called the Black Tiger, and after a while, this guy shook his tall body and walked into the hall.

The hall was very tall, but when he came in, everything seemed small.

When this guy saw a few Song people, he instinctively showed disdain, and hugged his shoulders defiantly.

Yelu Huage scolded him in Khitan dialect and told him that Song Xianggong's intention was not to fight, but to make a stone statue for him and put it in the memorial hall to pay respects.

The black tiger didn't quite understand what it meant, but he also knew that it wasn't a bad thing, the flesh on his face eased a lot, and he squeezed out a smile, but his smile was not much better than crying!

Song Xianggong didn't care, and beckoned a few stone carving masters in the palace to measure his height and arm length. There was another one, holding a ball of mud, looking at it a few times, pinching it a few times, and after a while, a lifelike black tiger came out.

The black tiger was stunned, he stretched out his fingers with the thickness of a mallet, put the little clay figure in the palm of his hand, grinned, laughed, and emitted a series of strange notes, which was about to say that it was too similar.

Afraid that he would be embarrassed, Yelu Huage waved his hand to let him go down.

"Wait."

Song Zhen said: "Honorable envoy, what is the name of this hero?" ”

"His name is Black Tiger, didn't you say it?"

"The old man is asking his surname." Song Zhen said: "It's not surnamed Hei, it's called Tiger, right?" ”

"Not really." Yelu turned Ge into a dilemma, the black tiger is because it looks black, and it is as fierce as a tiger, so it is named, in Liao, slaves without surnames abound, this black tiger is also a slave, what is the surname for him?

Is it Jeru, or is it Xiao?

Definitely not, these two surnames are too noble for slaves to use.

In addition to these two surnames, there are some other surnames in the Khitan country, such as Wanyan and Murong, just what is it good for? The tribes of the people would not accept a slave of humble status casually......

"Song Xianggong, do you have to have a surname?"

Song Zhen smiled, "Look at the old man's confusion...... I actually forgot the rules of your country, but the stone statue of the Black Tiger Warrior wants to be admired by all parties, and it has to be passed on to future generations, and it is really inappropriate to not even have a surname. That's it......" he smiled at Heihu, "The old man's surname is Song, you are a member of the Song family, called Song Heihu...... That's it, the old man will give you a nickname, called Ah Fu, full of blessings. ”

Song Zhen threw his hand at Yelu Huage again, "Honorable envoy, the old man's move is just for the convenience of the record, if you think it's inappropriate, can you give him your surname!" ”

Yelu Huage was suddenly asked, can you give it?

Of course not, a slave, why should he have the surname of the emperor!

This Song Zhen is also, dignified and public, Sanyuan and the first, even gave his surname to a slave, are you not afraid of embarrassing the Song family?

He thought about it, and had to nod.

"That's it, then thank you Song Xianggong."

At this time, someone muttered a few words in the ear of the black tiger, and this guy stared at the bull's eye and listened hard...... Song Zhen got up, and Gouya was about to leave.

Suddenly, the huge black tiger turned to the front, and just when they were surprised, the big man suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shook the ground.

Song Zhen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly helped, but where could Song Xianggong afford to pull the black tiger, this guy insisted on kneeling on the ground.

"Ah Fu, it is not popular to bow down in the Great Song Dynasty, except for the ancestors, even if you see the saint, you don't have to kowtow...... You have a good game, the old man is looking forward to your performance. ”

Song Zhen didn't say much, said goodbye and left.

……

Coming out of the pavilion, Gouya'er laughed, "Song Xianggong, you are really tall, I took it, I was completely convinced!" ”

Buddha Yin shook his head and said: "Attack the city for the bottom, attack the heart for the top." Song Xianggong gave up a surname and gained people's hearts, which is really wonderful! But...... That black tiger is stupid, he may not understand! ”

Gouya'er was unceremoniously rewarded Buddha Yin with a white eye.

"You say that people are stupid, and you are just as stupid!"

Buddha Yin was puzzled.

Gouya'er sneered: "A thousand gold buys horse bones, do you understand?" These kung fu are not for the Khitans, but for others. Buddha fat man, you listen to me, within 5 days, I will spread the good story of my Great Song Dynasty treating the warriors and respecting the players, and let every mission that comes to the Great Song Dynasty know what civilization is and what progress is! ”

Song Zhen finally smiled, civilization and progress are the core of his Song Xianggong doctrine, and it is to PK with the benevolence and royal Taoism of Confucius.

The fact that the prince of Xiliang was able to blurt out shows that he has understood his own doctrine, and his son can be taught!

The black tiger returned to his residence, he ate all 10 catties of beef in one go, but instead of running outside to work hard as usual, he held his head, grinned widely, and kept giggling.

Song Heihu, Song Afu!

He actually has a surname!

With a surname that only nobles have!

Then, then he is also a nobleman?

The black tiger shook his head and kept thinking.

This question was a bit difficult for him, so after thinking about it for half an hour, he felt that at least he was a noble person in form. Whether in his tribe or brought to the Khitan, he was a slave, a plaything in the hands of a nobleman, and he would never be on the table.

Every time there is a banquet, Yelu Hongji will call him out and perform wrestling, usually the black tiger will win a big victory, hearty, at this time Yelu Hongji will give wine and meat.

The black tiger couldn't sit and enjoy like those nobles, he could only kneel on the ground and eat like those Khitan dogs, and others would point their fingers and laugh.

Even if he is a fool, Black Tiger knows that those people look down on him at all.

But the kind old man I just saw was different, there was no contempt in his eyes, no contempt, only encouragement, very warm, very comfortable, it was a rare feeling, and the black tiger cherished it very much.

Don't look at his rough appearance, but he can still see that in the face of the officials of the Great Song Dynasty, Yelu Huage and others are cautious and shrink their hands and feet, for fear of making a fool of themselves, the more this is the case, the more people look down on them.

In the Great Song Dynasty, a minister who was countless times more honorable than you gave me a surname and gave me respect...... What are you guys! You deserve to look down on me, and dare to treat me as a slave?

The black tiger was very angry, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he was not a Khitan, he was a Mugul, a captive...... He had his own tribe and his own relatives, even though they were all dead...... All night, Black Tiger was in a state of insomnia, and he suddenly felt that Da Song was far better than the Khitan, and he had a strong idea to stay here.

……

"This Song Gongxu is really a talent, he actually openly buys people's hearts, he is bullying barbarians!"

Wang Ningan rode a horse, and behind him were the envoys of dozens of countries in the Western Regions, and came to Xijing together...... Zhao Zhen's holy life is not far off. 10