Chapter 66: The Atypical Way of Opening the Captive

"You shouldn't look back!" His eyes were so squinted that the bridge of his nose was wrinkled, and Yelu Xiangqing looked at Zhao Pu with a look of pity, "Do you know what a grudgeful person Xiao Yuankang is?" ā€

Zhao Pu was stunned, "What...... Some trivial things in Changzhou City, you actually know? ā€

"A little thing?" Yelu snorted coldly at Qing, and helped the felt hat on his head, "If it is really an ordinary Khitan nobleman, it would be fine, but Xiao Yuankang is still a close person by your emperor's side, and he dared to cut off Xiao Yuankang's right-hand man in the position of a small soldier, Zhao Pu, I am afraid that you are the only one in this world." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Shaking his head with a helpless sigh, the Khitan people around him also sighed, "I really don't know if this person is smart or stupid!" ā€

For a while, Zhao Pu also rubbed his head and lost his thoughts, "If I fall into the hands of Xiao Yuankang, will he kill me?" ā€

Gently closing his eyes, Yelu Xiangqing only said, "I don't dare to think about it...... Zhao Pu, what kind of means do you think a spy who can convince your Great Jin Emperor should have? ā€

His eyes trembled, and what greeted him was Yelu Xiangqing's constantly twitching eyelids, "Xiao Yuankang's punishment is far more vicious than you imagined, only what you haven't seen, nothing he hasn't done!" ā€

The corners of his mouth tugged for no reason, and Zhao Pu hurriedly said, "He can still eat me?" ā€

"He doesn't eat you." Yelu said slowly, "In my life, I have seen prisoners who were tortured by him.

He was a tough guy who would rather bite his tongue off, but he wrote a bloody letter to tell all the information he knew. Do you know how he does it? ā€œ

At this time, Yelu Xiangqing's horse was much slower, and he looked back at Zhao Pu.

Shaking his head slowly, Zhao Pu looked ignorant.

The corners of Yelu Xiangqing's mouth grinned, like a bitter smile, "There is a kind of bee called killer bee in our Khitan place, and the person who is stung by this thing will continue to festering and suppurating, and within three hours, the whole person will turn into a puddle of pus, and the death will be extremely ugly." ā€

"There's only one way to survive, and that's to get covered in mud." His eyes were silent for a while, and Yelu said to Qing slowly, "I have seen Xiao Yuankang lock that tough guy in a secret room, put a killer bee in the house, and force him to write a message. ā€

Zhao Pu also seemed to be interested, and hurriedly stepped forward, "That person wrote it?" ā€

Yelu shook his head at Xiangqing, "At first, it didn't, the tough guy was tortured for three quarters of an hour before begging for mercy and exchanging the mud with the blood letter, and Xiao Yuankang also poured a bucket of mud into it as promised." ā€

Zhao Pu pouted, "That's also the killer bee, what does it have to do with Xiao Yuankang?" ā€

Looking at Zhao Pu's contemptuous appearance, Yelu Xiangqing's face had a touch of coldness, "However, that tough guy doesn't know that what Xiao Yuankang poured into it was a bucket of honey!" ā€

With his mouth wide open, Zhao Pu didn't know what to say at this time.

"The killer bee that had stopped attacking was suddenly like a bloodthirsty madman." Yelu Xiangqing looked into the distance and sighed, "It is said that in just half an hour, this whole person will be fused with the bucket of honey, and the plasma is mixed with viscous honey, lying in a puddle, not human-shaped. ā€

"This ......" originally made Zhao Pu a little exhausted by riding a horse, but now after listening to such a story, he almost leaned over and fell off the horse!

Yelu Xiangqing looked at Zhao Pu with a slightly helpless expression, "In this way, do you still think this Xiao Yuankang is nothing great?" ā€

Zhao Pu shook his head desperately, with a solemn expression.

"Although I don't know what Xiao Yuankang is afraid of you little soldier, but Zhao Pu, this person is a grudge-holding hound, he will take advantage of any of your inattention, grab your leg and give you a fatal blow!" Yelu Xiangqing said, and hit the horse with a scimitar with his backhand, "If you still want to run in the direction of the Han people now, I won't stop you, but you have to remember that whoever catches it must not fall into the hands of Xiao Yuankang." Not even to die!! ā€

Looking at Yelu's back as he ran towards Qing, Zhao Pu's mouth twitched.

muttered in a low voice, "Uncle, isn't this messing with me?" Just now, he was desperately trying to stop me from running, but now he is pretending to be free. ā€

Zhao Pu is not a fool, so Xiao Yuankang is not, if Zhao Pu runs back now, will he not be caught by Xiao Yuankang?

"Wait for me!" Leaning forward to set up his horse, Zhao Pu hurriedly chased after him.

……

"Let's take a break."

Yelu Xiangqing leaned against a big tree and slowly leaned down.

Several Khitans dismounted one after another and sat down against Yelu Xiangqing.

Zhao Pu frowned, and finally stopped the horse, but as if he was half-falling, he staggered forward.

The summer is scorching, but the leaves of this towering tree are slightly yellow, and it seems that the Khitan has not rained for a long time.

Sitting down against the big tree, Yelu handed over the cloth bags in his hand to Qing one by one, and finally handed them over to Zhao Pu.

Seeing those Khitan people eating happily, Zhao Pu also looked down, only to see that the black and swarthy things were black and red jerky, and in another small cloth bag, it was fried rice.

The jerky is fragrant but not greasy, and the fried rice is slightly shriveled compared to the usual sweet rice.

These ordinary Han families have never seen them, and they must be the specialties of this place.

opened his mouth wide and stuffed a piece of dried meat into it, chewed it carefully, Zhao Pu smiled slightly, if he can go back in the future, this good thing must be a big piece for his father, mother, brother and sister.

By the way, there is also his own daughter's wife who didn't enter the door.

Seeing that Zhao Pu was a little stunned, Yelu Xiangqing also smiled, "What? What else do you have in mind? ā€

Zhao Pu shook his head slowly and said in a low voice, "What's the use of wanting?" I can't go back. ā€

"Zhao Pu, you know that our Khitan people have always treated the Han people who belong here, and they have always been good. If you can belong to our Khitan, I will naturally help you intercede with the shaman and make you a shaman's subordinate. ā€

"Shaman?"

For this title, Zhao Pu's understanding was still tightly stuck in the image of the game, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "What do you shamans need me to do if I can't write or fight, and only waste food?" ā€

"For the Khitan, civil and military affairs are not the right path at all." "You don't know those things, but you're extremely shrewd, and we happen to need shrewd people. ā€

"Forehead......" Zhao Pu was speechless for a while, so he had to say slowly, "Shaman doesn't need a guy with aura, or ...... You shamans like to play with blood rituals? ā€

Na Yelu said to Qing, "Our Khitan people have always used green oxen and white horses for heaven and earth, and black and white sheep for the gods, when have you seen any blood sacrifices?" ā€

Zhao Pu pouted, "Then what do you want me to do?" ā€

"Be a spy!" Yelu Xiangqing said proudly.