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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 642: What Happens

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    Chapter 642 What happened?

    Yelu Haili and Yelu Dexi looked at each other with heavy expressions on their faces, feeling that something was not good.

    The eunuch with the white hair and childlike face urged the two of them to go out and asked them to guard the outside so that no one could break in again and disturb the king's rest.

    The two of them stood outside the tent with gloomy faces, staring coldly at the noisy crowd.

    The wind passed through the continuous camp and blew into his face. He remained motionless, secretly worried that the king seemed to be seriously ill. Otherwise, he would insist on saying a few words to everyone to reassure the soldiers.

    ¡°It seems now that the king is very ill and can¡¯t even speak. Looking at the appearance of the three imperial doctors, the king may be in trouble!

    How could it become like this?  !  Could it be that an assassin attacked last night?  !

    Thinking of this, he turned around and walked inside, ignoring the expression on the waiter's face, and carefully searched the tent. Finally, he shook his head and found nothing. There was no trace of any action.

    He was convinced that there were no assassins last night. After all, no matter how strong your martial arts skills are, the guards are not just for free!

    "Captain Dexi, what's going on?!" The chamberlain leader stepped forward, glanced at Yelu Hongji on the couch, and asked displeasedly.

    Yelu Dexi looked around: "I want to see if there are any assassins!"

    The old man looked slightly relaxed and sighed: "The Sa family was in the tent last night and didn't see the assassin!"

    "That's an evil thing!" Yelu Dexi frowned and said in confusion: "The king is strong and has no assassins. How could he fall ill all of a sudden when he is so good?"

    The old man sighed: "The illness comes like a mountain falling, and the illness goes away like a thread. Maybe the illness is too serious."

    "I always feel like something is wrong!" Yelu Dexi said thoughtfully.

    The old man smiled to himself: "Good luck has its own destiny, your Majesty, nothing will happen to you!"

    "I hope so!" Yelu Dexi nodded lightly.

    He stepped forward and glanced at Yelu Hongji again, sighing: "We in Daliao cannot live without your king"

    "General Dexi, be careful what you say!" the old man said hurriedly.

    Yelv Dexi nodded: "Oh, what's the use of talking about this, Mr. Zhang, please be careful and serve the king, I will go to guard outside and don't let others disturb you!"

    The old man nodded: "It will save you money, General."

    Yelu Dexi walked out of the big tent and glanced at everyone. They came up to chat with him. He closed his eyes and said nothing, like a stone man.

    Seeing him like this, everyone didn't ask for trouble. Everyone knew about his bad temper. Even if they didn't want to talk about it, they couldn't pry his mouth open by any means.

    Yelu Dexi looked into the distance with a gloomy face. The bright sunshine could not drive away the gloom in his heart.

    In the early morning, four small wooden houses stand side by side next to the woods and the river. With their backs to the woods and facing the river, a closer look shows that they were recently built. The traces are still there and the wood stubble is fresh and tender.

    The river water is clear and beautiful.

    A thin mist shrouded the river surface, and if there was some mist, the clear chirping of birds could be heard from time to time in the woods. It was a quiet morning.

    A dozen horses were gnawing on the grass in the woods. They were all strong and strong, with a clear air, and they were all great horses.

    There were two of them rubbing against the tree, scratching, and letting out bursts of light hissing, which seemed to be moaning in comfort. A few of them walked to the river, stretched their necks to drink water, and looked leisurely.

    At this time, several room doors opened, and several women walked out. They were wearing silk nightgowns, and their graceful curves were looming. They went straight to the river, poured water to wash their faces, and then spread their long, shiny black hair. They took out their combs and tilted their heads.  Comb your hair.

    They are Wang Yuyan and his daughters. Even though they are in the wild, their schedules are still the same as those in the Xiao Mansion. When the time comes, they wake up almost at the same time and start to wash up.

    Zhong Ling stepped on a stone, dangled the water with her little hands, tilted her head and said with a smile: "Sister Fang, why is your hair so shiny?"

    Fang Xueqing tilted her head to comb her hair and said with a smile, "Maybe it's because of practicing."

    "Oh, my hair is so bad!" Zhong Ling brushed his hair and curled his lips.

    Wang Yuyan smiled softly: "Sister Ling'er, your hair quality is much better than ordinary people's, but you are too greedy!"

    "Hehe, sister Wang, your hair is better than mine too!" Zhong Ling said with a smile.

    Wang Yuyan said: "You don't practice diligently. Once your skills are advanced, your hair will naturally be black and shiny. Just by looking at your hair, you can tell who among us has the deepest inner strength!"

    Zhong Ling tilted his head and looked at the girls a few times, then nodded: "Really! Sister Wang is so attentive!"

    Mu Wanqing glanced at her sideways and ignored her. She concentrated on tying up her hair and draping it on her shoulders. The breeze blew up a few strands and floated out.

    Since Mu Wanqing has practiced the mental method taught by Xiao Yuesheng, her temperament has become more and more beautiful, like a fairy who is not touched by the fireworks of the world.?.

    The same is true for Wang Yuyan, but they have different temperaments. She is pure and beautiful, while Wang Yuyan is as cold as snow, as if carved from white jade, without any emotions or desires.

    Fang Xueqing smoothed her hair and sighed: "I don't know what the young master will do. This time, the emperor of Liao has angered him!"

    "Kill him!" Zhong Ling snorted and curled his lips: "He is so ignorant that he dares to take the initiative to provoke big brother and seek death!"

    "I hope this won't happen to my eldest brother" Wang Yuyan shook her head.

    Zhong Ling tilted his head and asked: "Why? According to me, that dog emperor should be killed, lest he becomes restless and insists on sending troops to attack our Song Dynasty!"

    While the girls were discussing, Fang Xueqing suddenly turned her head to look at the hut and exclaimed: "Master?!"

    A person came outside the house. His green shirt was fluttering and he walked calmly, as if he was riding the wind. He smiled and said, "Are you up?"

    "Brother!" Zhong Ling jumped up, landed in front of him, and held his big hand: "Brother, why did you come back just now?!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "I stayed at Qingfeng Gang last night."

    Zhong Ling tilted her head and looked at him: "Then kill the Dog Emperor of Liao?"

    "No." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head.

    Zhong Ling was startled and said hurriedly: "Why don't you kill him?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled but did not answer. He looked around and saw that several small wooden houses were built very delicately and blended into the woods and the river. They were integrated, harmonious and beautiful.

    He praised a few words, and the girls gathered around. Several of them came to the woods, where a few tree stumps surrounded a wooden table, which they had done last night.

    The breeze blew through the treetops, blowing the silk nightgowns of the women, revealing their graceful curves.

    Several people sat around the table on the wooden pier. Fang Xueqing brought a pot of snow-shuang brewing, filled the white jade cup, held it up with both hands, and asked with a smile: "Master, how should we deal with the emperor of Liao?"

    Xiao Yuesheng took it, took a sip, and let out a long, comfortable sigh, saying: "I didn't kill him, I just made him sick and unable to do anything."

    "Wonderful!" Wang Yuyan clapped her hands and smiled.

    The girls thought for a while and nodded one after another. In this way, they would not only prevent them from sending troops, but it would not be an assassination. They would save themselves the trouble and get the best of both worlds!

    "Brother, I'm still worried." Wang Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief.

    Once Xiao Yuesheng was hunted down, the impact would be great. She was not ignorant about the power of Daliao. She had heard Murong Fu say it.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "The assassination of the Xixia Emperor last time was considered reckless. How can we do it again this time?"

    "Brother, tell me how you did it!" Zhong Ling grabbed his arm and shook it.

    Xiao Yuesheng put down the white jade cup and said with a smile: "I went to the military camp to find two people, and they went with me to the Liao camp to write a letter. I took the opportunity to hurt the Emperor of Liao, and then came out without any twists and turns."

    ¡°Is it that simple?!¡± Zhong Ling¡¯s eyes widened.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "It's that simple, what else is complicated?"

    Zhong Ling shouted: "Could it be that no one took precautions and allowed the eldest brother to hurt the dog emperor so easily?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, picked up the white jade cup, looked from the top of the jade cup to her sleeves, and made a soft "chi" sound, like ripping clothes.

    Zhong Ling hurriedly turned around and looked down at his left sleeve. There was a cut, the length of his little finger.

    "Brother?! What kind of sword technique is that, right?" Zhong Ling was surprised.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "How, can you prevent it?"

    "Is your Yijian swordsmanship really so mysterious? I've already thought of a way to crack it!" Zhong Ling curled his lips.

    Xiao Yuesheng took a breath with a smile and said calmly: "Come on, let's give it a try."

    "Okay!" Zhong Ling jumped ten feet away, beckoned, and chuckled: "Come on! Come on!"

    With such a long distance, even if she uses the Six Meridians Divine Sword, she can react and avoid it.

    Xiao Yuesheng put down the white jade cup, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Left sleeve!"

    As he spoke, he looked at the long sleeve of Zhong Ling's left hand. Just as Zhong Ling was about to move, he felt the sleeve shake and another cut appeared.

    The two openings intersect to form a cross, with the same length.

    Zhong Lingming¡¯s eyes widened and he hummed unconvinced: ¡°Come again!¡±

    "Left Sleeve!" Xiao Yuesheng smiled and looked at it again. Zhong Ling moved quickly and moved one foot laterally. Two Zhong Ling appeared in the field.

    Her movements were too fast, forming an afterimage.

    " Xiao Yuesheng looked at it with a smile. Zhong Ling stopped. Two more cuts appeared on his left sleeve, forming another cross shape, right next to the previous one.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­In front of him, he looked at Zhong Ling and then at Xiao Yuesheng. He had his hands behind his back and pointed in the direction of the woods. It was impossible to exert his finger power through his hands.

    Wang Yuyan praised: "Brother, I really underestimated this Yi Sword swordsmanship before!"

    All the martial arts in the world are in her mind. Since she practiced the mental method taught by Xiao Yuesheng, her memory has become clearer and she has a photographic memory.

    "I have never seen or heard of this sword technique. At first sight, it is so powerful. It is so unpredictable and impossible to guard against. It is really a strange sword technique for plotting against others.

    Last time, after Xiao Yuesheng came back, she mentioned that she discussed with the girls how to solve the problem, which was to use Qinggong to dodge. Even the Intention Sword can dodge.

    ????????????????? Now it seems that she has underestimated the skill of Yi Sword. Among the girls, Zhong Ling¡¯s martial arts is average, but her lightness skills are not inferior to others. She can¡¯t dodge, and everyone can¡¯t dodge.

    Zhong Ling jumped over, pursed his lips, and hummed: "Brother, this ghost swordsmanship is really good!"

    Fang Xueqing smiled and said: "Go back and ask Sister Qiuniang to help you make another nightgown!"

    "No, just sew it." Mu Wanqing shook her head and pointed at Zhong Ling's left sleeve: "It's just right to sew two lotus flowers on it."

    Zhong Ling laughed: "Sister Mu, please help me."

    "Yeah." Mu Wanqing nodded: "Change it now, I'll do it for you."

    "Okay!" Zhong Ling cheered, slipped into the wooden house, changed into a lavender shirt, and came out with a nightgown.

    "Brother, are you still busy?" Wang Yuyan asked softly.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "Now that I have some free time, I will accompany you to Wutai Mountain to see the scenery!"

    "Okay!" Zhong Ling cheered.

    Xiao Yuesheng has something on his mind. He wants to find the second volume of the Luoxue Secret Code, or find some other secret codes, in the hope that he can learn from the analogy and understand the next step of his cultivation.

    ??????????????????? However, things like this depend on fate, and we should do it according to the trend, so there is no need to be too hasty now.

    A few days later, Chui Gong Hall

    The sun is shining brightly, shining into the hall. The light in the hall is bright and soft.

    Zhe Zong sat behind the dragon case and held a memorial. His eyes were bright, and from time to time a cold lightning burst out, which was breathtaking. His energy and spirit were strong, far beyond ordinary people.

    Zhang Dun is sitting upright on the brocade pier. He has a tall figure and is as steady as a mountain. He strokes three strands of clear beard with his left hand, slightly closing his eyes, looking calm and composed.

    After a while, Zhezong put down the memorial and glanced at Zhang Dun: "Zhang Aiqing, Mr. Xiao intercedes on behalf of Scholar Su. I have issued an edict to allow Scholar Su to return to the capital."

    Zhang Dun was startled, stood up in a hurry, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, Su Shi is an old minister of Yuanyou. Once he comes back, I am afraid that the ministers will think that the old law has been restored, and their hearts will inevitably change!"

    Zhezong waved his hand: "It's just one person, how can it be so serious? Besides, Xuexiang Su doesn't like the old law either. Zhang Aiqing doesn't need to say more!"

    "Yes." Zhang Dun bowed and sat back in Jindun.

    Zhezong stood up, paced behind the case with his hands behind his hands, and sighed: "The cause of today's trouble is that the Liao army is raising troops, and they want to invade our border, which is extremely abominable!"

    Zhang Dun stroked his beard and sighed: "The wolfish ambitions of the Liao Kingdom are not only determined to destroy our Song Dynasty, but we can only attack them head on and beat them up!"

    "This is easy to say, but difficult to do!" Zhe Zong frowned and sighed: "In the whole country, there is no one who can fight!"

    Zhang Dun stood up and bowed deeply: "I am incompetent and cannot share your Majesty's worries!"

    Zhezong waved his hand and sighed: "I can't blame you. Our Song Dynasty soldiers are weak and cannot be compared to the Northern Liao Dynasty. It cannot be changed temporarily."

    Zhang Dun sighed and said: "Your Majesty, we must resolutely implement the new law. Only the new law can strengthen the army!"

    Zhezong smiled, nodded and said: "What Zhang Aiqing said is absolutely true, but water from afar cannot quench the thirst for nearness. Let's get through this first!"

    Zhang Dun said: "Your Majesty, the Liao bandits come here just to seek money and things to support themselves. It is better to build a strong wall and clear the country so that they can retreat in spite of the difficulties!"

    "It's difficult" Zhezong shook his head, with a sad face.

    He paced with his hands behind his back, thinking to himself. It seemed that Mr. Xiao was avoiding him. Not only did he not face him, he also moved his family members away.

    When they leave, he can't tie them down, otherwise he will offend Mr. Xiao and cause endless troubles.

    But once they left, he couldn't find Mr. Xiao anymore. Now that the Liao soldiers were pressing down on the situation, the only chance of victory was Xiao Yuesheng's.

    He looked up at the sky and sighed secretly: Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, why can¡¯t you help me and save the Song Dynasty from the fire?  !

    Zhang Dun glanced at Zhezong and saw that his face was heavy and his brows were frowning. He sighed secretly. Although the Song Dynasty was prosperous, its military strength was weak.It is really hateful to be bullied by Beiliao.

    " However, the rules set by Grandfather Taizu have resulted in the bitter consequences today. If you want to change them, it will not happen overnight, and it will not help the current crisis.

    The only solution now is to cut off the meat to feed the eagles, feed them, buy time to strengthen the army, and take revenge in the future!

    But now that His Majesty is young and energetic, I'm afraid he won't be able to swallow this breath!

    Once the war starts, if the army is defeated, not only will the morale that has been rising a while ago be lost, but the officials will also lose their spirit. This is not a blessing for the Song Dynasty!

    The monarch and his ministers were silent, and suddenly a soft voice came from outside: "Guan family, someone from the Xiao Mansion has submitted a letter!"

    "Xiao Mansion?!" Zhe Zong was refreshed and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and bring it up!"

    "Yes." The door curtain was raised, and an old eunuch in green came in gently, with fair hair and a childish face, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and came to the dragon case and presented a letter.

    Zhezong grabbed it, tore open the envelope, shook out a piece of plain paper, his expression changed, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

    Zhang Dun was startled and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty"
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