The Khitan camp was filled with the smell of sheep oil, and the palace tent army carried the skin to distribute sheep oil cakes in the camp. A few days later it was New Year's Eve. This cake made of glutinous rice and aries oil was the grace of Your Majesty, and each tent was rewarded forty-nine. The Khitans who received the grace were filled with smiles. The grace given by Your Majesty was glorious. This trip south was different from the past. All the wealth robbed and shared by the troops of various troops were collected and registered, and they were concentrated and transported back to the Liao Kingdom. The troops in front saved the burden, and the families and people behind were also excited. Therefore, since the southern expedition, the soldiers and horses in the North Court had no desire to return, but instead put their energy into conquering the richest city in the world.

The longer the expedition, the more loyal the Khitans from various tribes were to the emperor rather than the tribes, and were accustomed to obeying military orders. Marines and wars had become part of life. Over time, if the Khitans returned to the life of grazing, farming, weaving, and fishing, many people would not be able to adapt. There were about nine million Song people in Hebei alone who were swept by the Liao army. The Liao army plundered countless wealth along the way, and large trucks loaded with various materials were continuously transported back to the north. How could there be such a huge profit for grazing, fishing and hunting?

Walking in the Liao camp, Li Ruobing observed his expression and saw the high morale of the Khitans, and a cloud of darkness rose in his heart. Suddenly, on an open space not far away, two Khitans were tied to the ground, and the whip that was executed was whipped "slap" on their body, and bloody whip marks were crisscrossing across their backs. A general with a serious expression was in prison. Seeing Li Ruobing looking at this side, he glared at him fiercely. At this time, a soldier who was being punished could not bear it. He was on the ground, but the executioner ignored it and walked up and kicked it a few times. The whip was still ruthless and thrust it at him again and again.

"What military law did these two people violate?" Li Ruobing asked casually. He kept striking indirectly along the way, seemingly unintentional, but in fact he wanted to inquire about the situation of the Liao army as much as possible. Unexpectedly, the Liao army was so cruel to his own people. Li Ruobing remembered the loose military discipline of the Beijing camp and the officers asked the soldiers in the camp to undertake various labor and even do business, and was even more worried.

The Liao army officer replied impatiently: "If you are traitorous or tyrant, the first offender will whip the whip and be incorporated into the dead camp, and the second offender will lit the sky lantern."

Feng Cheng nodded secretly, and it was better to win people's hearts, and finally implemented a benevolent policy. Li Ruobing thought in his heart, did the Liao army want to make a long-term plan? He had had some dealings with Yelu Dashi, and he was very cunning. This time, he must not fall into his treacherous plan on this mission. While thinking, the two of them came to Yelu Dashi's imperial account with the Liao army officers.

The imperial tent was covered with tiger, leopard and bear skin. Yelu Dashi sat cross-legged in the middle, and the table in front of him was placed with images of Bianliang. He looked up at Feng Cheng and Li Ruobing, and was silent for a long time before speaking: "Did Emperor Song send you and the others to surrender and seek peace?"

Li Ruobing frowned, but Feng Cheng took the lead and said, "My emperor is pitiful to the two countries for war, and the lives of life are miserable. God has the virtue of living a life, so he sent us to come and communicate with each other, and hopes that the two countries will become brothers and continue to have a hundred years of good fortune."

Yelu Dashi smiled slightly and said, "But, Taizu of the Southern Dynasty said, "How can you let others sleep soundly when you lie beside the bed?"

Li Ruobing raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "The Taizu of this dynasty started at the end of the chaotic times of the Five Dynasties. When the people were in troubled autumn, they were desolate to the heavens for their great virtues, so they issued orders to level the four countries in sequence to block the source of turbidity and chaos. After their success, they would rest with the world. The dynasty made rituals and music, and considered the governance of cultural relics. For the past three generations, morality and benevolence were worthy of the Han and Tang Dynasties. The so-called "lying on the side of the bed" was just a temporary joke, how could it be taken seriously?" He originally planned to count the miserable situation of the Liao army's devastating life since the southward transition, and the tragic situation of the city and clouds was completely different from when Taizu won the world, but was quickly interrupted by the envoy Feng Se.

"Yes, yes," Feng Cheng smiled, and he could only avoid the words, "The so-called water and soil nourish the other people. The soil of the Southern Dynasty was rainy and hot, and the crops were eaten, mulberry and hemp were used to clothes, and the city was built to settle down. The soil of the Northern Dynasty was cold and windy, and animal husbandry and fishing were used to feed, fur was used to clothes, and the migration was always possible. Carriages and horses were used to be home. This was the right time and place, so the north and south were limited to the north. The northern people returned to the north and the south. Your Majesty had been going south for a long time and the soldiers were exhausted. Why not turn swords into jade and silk, and return to the north to the north." This is to understand the reason, move them with emotions, and then slowly negotiate the conditions.

"Your Majesty Feng's words are wrong," Yelu Dashi shook his head and smiled playfully: "The Khitans are descendants of the Shang Dynasty. The area of ​​Bianliang and Luoyang is also the place where the ancestors built their capitals. If they were given to the Southern Dynasty for nothing, wouldn't they be the unworthy descendants of their ancestors?" He paused and said meaningfully, "But then again, the Southern Dynasty used Song as its name. If it was traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period, the Song State was built by Weizi after the Shang Dynasty, and the remnants of the Shang Dynasty were also governed.

If we count, the Khitan and the Song Dynasty were both after the Shang Dynasty. Thousands of years ago were a tribe of ancestors, but they were real brotherly countries. The Khitans wanted to return to the place where their ancestors grazed and managed, and fought with the Song people. At most, they were brothers looking down on the wall. However, the Xia Kingdom, which took Xia as the country's name, built a foundation for Guanzhong, and inherited the former land of the Zhou Dynasty. Whether Zhou or Xia, they had a grudge against our ancestors of the Shang Dynasty. Our Liao and Song dynasties should share the same hatred for the enemy and defend against their insults from the outside."

His rhetoric and plausible words made Feng Cheng and Li Ruobing laugh and cry, and worry came from it. Yelu Dashizhi was not small. This southern expedition was not just a fight for land and plundering wealth, but to fight for the world's integrity. However, the State of Song was defeated on the battlefield, and this time he sent envoys to discuss peace and seek an alliance under the city. According to the "Records of the Grand Historian", "the princes were not able to be obtained before the Yin Dynasty", but the Xiongnu also provided a "miao descendant of the Xiahou clan". In this situation, the Emperor of Liao said that Liao and Song were originally brotherly countries, but it was not easy to refute his face in person.

Feng Cheng gave Li Ruobing a wink, saying that it was necessary to persuade the Liao army to withdraw, and not to linger on the inexplicable issue of the Khitan ancestors, so as not to anger the Emperor of the Liao Kingdom. However, after a moment of silence, Li Ruobing sighed: "The Khitan ancestors have been majestic in the north for more than two hundred years and have their own Taoist traditions, which may not be inferior to the Central Plains. Your Majesty is also a divine martial arts, so why bother to force the Dao of the Central Plains to the heads of the Khitan ancestors." He looked at Yelu Dashi, with no fear in his eyes. Feng Cheng secretly complained in his heart, thinking that the Khitan people are not well-versed in history books, and Yelang is just arrogant, so why should Lord Li be as good as the barbarians?

Yelu Dashi's eyes flashed with a strange look, and then he pretended to be angry and said, "You, an envoy, dare to speak rudely. This rude person will stay in the imperial account first. You, the envoy, go back to report the message, and then change to someone else." He paused and said, "If you want to convince my army to return north, you must find some truly sensible ministers to come, at least you must be the vassal kings as envoys."

When he got angry, he was really a bit of a murderous aura of millions of corpses and bleeding thousands of miles away. Feng Cheng was trembling and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Rest your Majesty." He pulled Li Ruobing's sleeve, afraid that he would say something wrong, and Yelu Dashi left himself in the Khitan camp like a tiger and wolf nest. However, Li Ruobing stood up without being humble and arrogant, without saying a word, and slowly retreated according to the etiquette of the messenger.

Yelu Dashi looked at Li Ruobing's back and smiled bitterly: "This sensible person didn't say that I forgot my ancestors and was so merciless that I had kept my face-to-face. Unfortunately, I couldn't take it for myself." He pondered for a while, waved his hand to Lin Ya, the Northern Courtyard, and gave me face-to-face advice. This humiliation of the Song envoy was a win-win situation. One was to demonstrate to the Emperor of Song, even if he wanted to reconcile the envoy, he would have to pay the greatest price. Second, he used the excuse of replacing the envoy, delaying time, and waiting for the artillery battalion to arrive. Third, he asked a vassal king of the Zhao family to detain and use it to appease the people, which was effective than recruiting the people. Fourth, according to the list listed by Tong Guan, he put pressure on the Emperor of Song through the envoy, and captured all the main battle officials in Bianliang City.

The first time the envoy was sent to negotiate peace, Li Ruobing, deputy envoy Li Ruobing took him hostage. Feng Cheng was detained for three days before he was released. Feng Cheng brought back the Liao emperor who thought the envoy was not noble enough and at least wanted the vassal king to be the official envoy. When he met with Feng Cheng, he directly conveyed Yelu Dashi's intention to execute Zhao Ke and execute the minister who was in charge of the war to show his sincerity.

"The Northern Barbarians don't know that our dynasty is Yourong's literati and official, and Lord Feng is the deputy prime minister. He will be the best minister after another step," Zhao Zhifu pondered. He seemed to have intentionally ignored Yelu Dashi's mission to Bianliang, and he knew the system of this dynasty. "Since the main vassal king of Liao was on an envoy, and he had to ask His Majesty's brothers to protect the country..." The Liao Kingdom had already detained an envoy and asked the vassal king to take an envoy, and it was very likely to detain it again. The plan was quite intriguing. It was related to the relatives of the Song family, and Zhao Zhifu and Shao Wu dared not make any suggestions at will.

The silence in the Chugong Hall was so quiet that it was heard. Zhao Ke was sitting on the dragon chaise high, his face was gloomy and unstable. He remained silent for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Since I cannot depose the public for personal gain for the sake of the country and the world, I can only care about the feelings of brothers and sisters. King Jing Zhao Qi was the main envoy and went out of the city to discuss peace, and Deng Su, the Minister of Rites." After making this decision, Zhao Ke seemed relieved. It was a matter of difficulty to negotiate peace at the city. King Jing Zhao Qi was detained by Yelu Dashi as a man.

The qualities were brought back to the Northern Dynasty and ended it all. Even if he had the fate, he could not escape a crime that would never be repaid. As for Deng Su, it was Zhao Ke's sincerity to Yelu Dashi. On the day the scholars of Bianliang gathered to beat the drum, he disobeyed the emperor's will and was so arrogant. When Zhao Ke thought about it, his chest still ached. Zhao Ke only planned to demote him from Bianliang, but he was not upset and maintained the situation in the court.
Chapter completed!