Autumn is crisp, clear and high.

The wind outside Datong Mansion carried a hint of chill, and rolled up countless flags. Below the city was the emperor of Khitan, who was arriving personally, and what he greeted was the young prime minister of the neighboring Song Dynasty.

The Khitan Emperor came out in person, but Yang Lin didn't want to put on airs at this time to show off his power. If the Song Dynasty was now at a disadvantage and was beaten to Bianliang, and came to the enemy's camp by himself, he would really be neither humble nor arrogant.

, win glory for the country.

There is no point in pretending at this time, and it will easily offend the Khitan monarchs and ministers.

It is true that he should lower his attitude and seek the greatest interests for the Song Dynasty. He was more polite than Yelu Yanxi, and he acted humbly as if he was meeting the emperor of the Song Dynasty.

The long-term envoys between the Song Dynasty and Liao Dynasty had a complete set of etiquette. Before Yang Lin came, he specially learned some lessons. It came in handy at this time. The Khitan civil servants and generals who originally felt very humiliated saw the posture of the young master of the Song Dynasty, and their expressions changed.

It just calmed down a little bit.

Yang Lin stepped forward and bowed, performing the courtesy of a foreign minister, then raised his head and looked at Yelu Yanxi.

The last Khitan emperor wore a traditional Khitan leather-trimmed winged dragon hat, with a high nose and a long straight beard. He looked very happy.

This guy looks quite majestic, with sharp edges and corners. It seems that Hunjun's appearance is not too bad.

"Foreign Minister Yang Lin, the Young Master of the Song Dynasty, has met His Majesty the Lord of Liao." Yang Lin shouted loudly using a Khitan dialect he had just learned. In fact, all the senior officials in Khitan could speak Chinese, and Yang Lin only said this sentence in order to

Show friendship to them so that you can gain more benefits during negotiations.

In the alliance between the Khitan and the Song Dynasty, the emperors of the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty were treated as brothers according to their age. Therefore, even if they were not on an envoy, they had to bow to the Lord of the Liao Dynasty.

Yelu Yanxi stepped forward to help him up and said excitedly: "I didn't expect that at this time, the Song Dynasty would still be so generous. I usually look at you and I always don't like you, but now I know what friends are.

"

When he said this, he was moved to tears, but Yang Lin was speechless for a while.

This is not what an emperor should say. It seems that a person who can ruin such a large family fortune has something.

The Khitan ministers around him lowered their heads and looked at their boots, pretending not to hear anything.

Yang Lin didn't have this condition, so he said proudly: "Your Majesty, don't worry. It's just a Jurchen, a tiny country, a small country, and it was a lucky surprise to attack and occupy Shangjing. The Liao and Song Dynasties have been friendly for generations, but this thief is so rampant, how can we, the Song Dynasty, do it?"

Sit back and watch.”

Yelu Yanxi was so moved that she immediately took Yang Lin's hand and walked to Yunzhou City.

The high handle is on the side, the waist is straight, and the face is serious. There is only one pair of eyes, showing some familiar cunning looks from time to time.

Yang Lin glared at him, then curled up the corner of his mouth and almost laughed himself.

Datong Fucheng is a high-rise city with deep pools. It is indeed a famous city through the ages. Yang Lin's three thousand people followed them and slowly entered the city.

The Prince's Palace of Xijing in the city was originally the residence of a Khitan clan. Later, he was killed due to rebellion and has remained empty.

Now it has become the Khitan's small palace. Zhe Huanxiang, wearing a somewhat loose military robe, followed him step by step, looking around with great interest.

After the group of them came to the palace and sat down, Yelu Yanxi immediately asked impatiently: "When will the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty arrive?"

Yang Lin sighed and said: "To be honest, our officials and I are all bent on helping Liao to fight the chaos. But there are treacherous ministers in our court.

There are some villains who do not understand the general situation and do not abide by the covenant. They are overjoyed at the fate of Daliao and are bent on sending troops to form an alliance with the Jurchens in order to regain the Land of Clouds.

Isn’t this taking advantage of others’ danger? Of course the officials and I don’t agree, but your Majesty may not know that our civil servants in the Song Dynasty have been controlling the government for a long time, and sometimes they dare not even listen to what the officials say.”

When Yelu Yanxi heard about this incident, his face suddenly collapsed. The other Khitan people realized that this Song official wanted to bargain.

Looking at my own emperor again, it is clear that as long as you send troops, you will agree to anything. How can we talk about this?

Xiao Fengxian hurried forward, and before the emperor sold all of Liao, he smiled and said: "It's getting late, why not give the Song envoy a banquet first, and then talk about state affairs."

Yelu Yanxi looked impatient and said: "Shangjingdu fell, but you still only care about eating and eating. What a bunch of losers."

Even though Yelu Yanxi was stupid, he angrily cursed the officials, which looked quite funny.

Yang Lin quickly drank tea and took the opportunity to cover his mouth to hide his suppressed laughter, but a chuckle came from behind him.

This sound was so harsh that all the Khitan people present glared at the handsome and shameless soldier behind him. Knowing that he was in trouble, Zhe Huanxiang quickly stood at attention solemnly, with only timidity in his eyes, not daring to say anything again.

Yang Lin complained secretly in his heart and scolded the slut for ruining my big business. I will hang you up and whip you when I go back.

At this time, Gao Bing, who was on the side, hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said, "Young Master, the Khitan situation is actually extremely critical. It is better to send troops early. We have millions of troops in the northwest. The reason why we are here is that we are afraid that the Jurchen Tatars will go south."

Why not take advantage of the opportunity to directly form an alliance with His Majesty, and eliminate the Jurchen Tatars directly, and worry about what they will do if they go south.

At such a critical moment, His Majesty is not a man who does not know how to adapt. Even if you cede the Land of Clouds to us ten or eight times, it is indeed a wise move of a strong man to cut off his wrist, but it is also very difficult.

In this way, it will not only silence the short-sighted civil servants in our court, but also solve the urgent needs of Liao Dynasty. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

Yang Lin secretly gave Gao Yanei a thumbs up, what a good boy, very witty.

When did we have millions of soldiers and horses in the northwest? What Gao Bing said was obviously to increase the bargaining chip of the Song Dynasty, and at the same time let these Khitan people know that once the Song Dynasty forces a war and takes back Youyun, they will have hundreds more troops out of thin air.

All enemies are coming.

What's more, the lines in his words are full of hints about Yelu Yanxi. As long as he agrees to the cession, the people of Song Dynasty will help him.

Before Yelu Yanxi could say anything, some of the Khitan ministers were already furious. It was clear that they were treating our emperor as a fool in front of everyone. Could he still agree?

"Okay! General Gao still has his own opinion. He is much better than mediocre waste ministers like me. These Sixteen Provinces of Youyun are not our Khitans in the first place. It is natural to send back ten or eight. As long as you can

Even if you help me wipe out the Jurchen Tatars, I will return them all to you, which is not a matter of a word from me."

There was silence in the lobby, and Gao Bing himself never thought that his words would actually be useful.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Yang Lin reacted quickly and said quickly: "In this case, why not let us finalize the alliance. The Khitan will cede ten states to the Song Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty will send troops to destroy the Jurchens!"

"Absolutely not!" Seven or eight Khitan ministers came out at the same time and shouted to stop him.
Chapter completed!