Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 913 Yelu Hongji is dead?

"Lord Lao Leng."

Before Leng Zhongyan left, he evacuated the carriage that Cao Zhan had used to confuse the audience.

Just when Yelu Hongji was about to ask Leng Zhongyan what guarantee he could get to Kaifeng safely, he saw him getting a soldier's clothes for him.

Yelu Hongji looked at Leng Zhongyan: "Master Leng, do you want me to wear these clothes to Kaifeng?"

Are you kidding me?
He was the Lord of the Liao Dynasty. For the sake of safety, he wore the clothes of a Song Dynasty soldier. Where would he put his face?
This was harder to accept than letting him die.

"Your Majesty has misunderstood!"

Leng Zhongyan said: "Let the soldiers of the Liao Dynasty change into the uniforms of our soldiers. Your Majesty can wear regular clothes and ride horses with us."

Yelu Hongji: "..."

What difference does it make? He still can't accept it.

Although he took the initiative to come to Song Dynasty, it did not mean that he was at the mercy of others.

Leng Zhongyan whispered: "Don't your Majesty want to find out the person who is hiding in the dark and wants to put your Majesty to death?"

I definitely want to.

But this was an internal matter within the Liao Dynasty, and it always felt strange for a minister of the Song Dynasty to say it.

"Your Majesty is worried. I know that sometimes face is not that important. Achieving the goal is the most important. There are not many such opportunities."

Yelu Hongji looked at Leng Zhongyan with a strange expression.

Why did he think that he would cooperate with this ridiculous request?

Does he really dare to let anything happen to him?

If something happened to him in the Song Dynasty, everyone in the Liao Dynasty, whether sincere or not, would definitely share the same hatred with the enemy and start a war. Even if they couldn't win, they would still take a bite out of their bodies.

And nearby neighboring countries would also use this excuse to attack the Song Dynasty.

This is never a smart move.

How could Emperor Song not think of this?

So if they don't agree, they still have to do their best to protect his safety.

Doesn't it sound a little funny when he says this to himself?

"Of course, Wei Chen is just suggesting this. Whether you agree or not is up to Your Majesty to make your own decision."

Yelu Hongji rejected Leng Zhongyan's proposal.

The first day was uneventful, but the next day it was gloomy and it started to rain heavily, which slowed down their arrival at the inn.

"How long until we get to the inn?"

Leng Zhongyan replied: "There is still about seven or eight miles to go."

It was raining heavily, and even the official road was not that easy to walk. There were still seven or eight miles to go, and it would take half an hour to get there.

"In that case, let's stop and take shelter from the rain."

What they mean by taking shelter from the rain is that practitioners set up a formation and wait until the rain subsides before setting off.

Whenever these ordinary soldiers see practitioners casting similar spells like this, they will sigh and sigh.

How did they do it?

At the same time, I also want to sigh: It would be great if I could practice.

It's getting darker.

But it was still late, as if it was night, and the dark cloud seemed to fall down at any time.

Leng Zhongyan approached Emperor Liao again, talking about what happened yesterday.

Yelu Hongji felt that his temper was getting better year by year. If someone had spoken to him like this when he was young, he would have given the other person a hard time before talking.

Even if this person is not his minister, he will do this.

Although I feel uncomfortable now, I can still pretend.

Yelu Hongji was about to refuse when he saw Mao Chenfang approaching with a serious look on his face and whispered: "Your Majesty, there is someone here."

The word "someone" is said very lightly.

But Mao Chenfang is already the Star Lord of the Mahayana stage. With his appearance, it can be seen that these people who come here are definitely not good people. Mao Chenfang just finished speaking.

Dozens of men in black with long swords in their hands slashed at the circle. People in the circle could feel a violent shaking, and some of them lost their support and rolled to the side.

"Escort."

Only then did Yelu Yixin react and led dozens of guards to surround Emperor Liao in the center.

Yelu Yixin said: "We will protect your Majesty to the death, your Majesty, don't worry!"

Zeng Shengji drew out the Feihong Sword and stood ready.

But in fact, his attention was all on Yelu Yixin.

Before setting off, Ziyuan specifically told him to keep an eye on Yelu Yixin. He could trust Ziyuan's brain and do whatever he said.

Yelu Hongji asked Mao and Chen Fang: "What's going on?"

"Your Majesty, the people outside are all cultivators, and their cultivation level is above Yuanjun. Three of them are Xingjun in the Mahayana stage, they are really powerful."

There was another who was as good as him.

Mao Chenfang did not say this.

Mainly because I don't want His Majesty to think he is useless.

These more than ten people used all their strength from the beginning, and Mao Chenfang couldn't hold on for long. In the end, he decided to withdraw the rain-proof formation first.

The little spiritual power you can save counts.

Among these cultivators, two of the Mahayana stage entangled Mao Chenfang, and the others quickly locked on Yelu Hongji. Although they were far away, the surging spiritual power easily knocked away the guards surrounding him.

These guards are all swordsmen with good skills, but they are still not enough for Yuanjun in the integration stage.

Another Xingjun in the Mahayana stage quickly made a seal with his hands, and then pushed the seal towards Yelu Hongji.

Yelu Hongji's breathing almost stopped at this moment.

This was the first time he was so close to death.

"boom"

Not surprisingly, Yelu Hongji was hit by the Star Lord and died immediately.

Yelu Yixin: "..."

Did he really die like that?
It went so smoothly that even Yelu Yixin couldn't believe it.

Leng Zhongyan suddenly shouted: "This is not Emperor Liao, that one is. Don't panic, please protect your Majesty."

When Leng Zhongyan pointed his finger at himself, Yelu Yixin had a bad feeling.

"I was negligent."

Although the one who died just now was wearing the emperor's clothes, he did not have the spirit of a true dragon.

The man they were protecting looked like an adult, but he was actually protected by dragon energy. This time, there was no mistake.

He formed another seal, this time larger than before. It seemed that he wanted to kill the guards and the emperor together.

Yelu Yixin looked at Leng Zhongyan in horror: "Don't talk nonsense. I am the Privy Envoy of Daliao, not your Majesty. See clearly."

"I can see clearly."

Yeluyi Xinmeng is in the circle

But if he didn't explain out loud and was killed by the killer he arranged, he would be laughed at even if he died.

"Everyone, stop it. Don't forget who asked you to come."

Yelu Yixin's words made the Xingjun hesitate a little, and the seal in his hand did not come out.

"You have the spirit of a true dragon in your body, it's true. Who are you!"

Yelu Yixin shook his molars.

"Ten days ago, I asked Taoist Master Yan Feng to send you a message, asking you to gather at the border of the Song Dynasty and wait for my order. Is this possible?"

This matter is top secret.

Taoist priest Yan Feng has been following Yelu Yixin. If he didn't have something to do in Kyoto this time, he would definitely come with him.

"Are you really Lord Yelu?"