The emperor of the Liao Kingdom was facing the Nanxun Gate Tower. A few miles away, the Liao Emperor Yelu Dashi narrowed his eyes and looked at the most majestic city in the world with his head held high. He took a deep breath of a breath floating from the city, and an intoxicating expression appeared on his face, as if he was breathing not only air, but nectar.

Yelu Dashi's eyes seemed to be closed. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and showed a bright light. He immediately shone inwardly. He turned his head and smiled gently and said, "I have a relentless request. I have to bother King Zhao. Can I call me to open a city for me and linger in the palace for my brother?"

Zhao Ke's face was ashes. He was angry or afraid. His hands were shaking slightly in the sleeves of the dragon robe. The top of the dragon robe was clean, but the bottom was shocking. Ding Ding bits were covered with blood and soil. Zhu Xianyi's final battle was cruel and fierce. Many of the blood were from the loyal guards of Banzhi on Zhao Ke's dragon bubble. These people were deeply favored by officials from all generations. Since Song Taizu, they have been guarding the royal family for generations. So when the emperor ordered them, they abandoned their wives to protect their lives and traveled south. They all died overnight. After hearing Yelu Dashi's words, Zhao Ke nodded, "Huh?", but did not take any action. His expression was muddy. If he had not had any breath, he would be no different from a zombie.

Yelu Dashi frowned and waved his hand. Two wolves like tigers came forward, and one on the left and one on the right brought Zhao Ke off the imperial chariot. Soon after, Zhao Ke was caught on the horse by the Liao army and slowly rushed towards the south Xunmen Gate of Bianliang City.

Yelu Dashi turned his head and gently hit the horse whip. Behind the imperial chariot, hundreds of royal families stood in a hurry on the mud, without the demeanor of a noble man. The surrounding palace cavalry urged the horses to rush forward, shouted and drove away the spears, allowing the group of embarrassing royal relatives to walk towards the army.

A smile appeared on Yelu Dashi's mouth. This was the most noble signing army in the Southern Dynasty. If the Song army in Bianliang insisted on opening the city gate, then use one or two hundred county kings, the king of the Siwang, and the Duke of the Kingdom to be the signing army, and use the Liao soldiers who were siege. We should see if the Song army on the city dared to kill all these people. He would keep the dozen princes and use them as replacements for Emperor Zhao Ke of Song. Moreover, with the emperor and more than a dozen princes in hand, according to the system of titles by the royal family of the Song Dynasty, the Siwang County, the Duke of the County, the Duke of the County, the Duke of the County, the Duke of the County, and the Duke of the County, etc. can be born continuously.

On the Nanxun Gate Tower, several guards of the squad looked outside the city with pale faces. They were all looking out of the city, knowing that His Majesty had been captured by the Liao people, but were ordered by Zhang Shuye to be kept in the city tower and not allowed to go out. "That's the official!" A voice suddenly shouted, as if the sky was about to collapse. "Mr. Commander, what should I do? Shoot the official?" The voice was already crying, "Is this going to rebel?"

On the east side of the old Fengqiu Gate, the bells and chimes in the Kaibao Temple's main hall were ringing. Thousands of monks, braved the danger of being hit by cannon stones, knelt on the cushion and knocked on the wooden fish, closed their eyes and murmured. Under the leadership of the abbot, they were still praying for the official family to return to Bianliang as soon as possible. Of course, countless royal soldiers should guard Your Majesty and expel the Northern Territory with the mighty power of heaven. After conquering Hebei, it would be best to take Yanyun directly and take Shangjing, so that Yelu Dashi, who destroyed the temple and destroyed the Buddha, would fall into the Avici Hell forever. "Sin, sin." The abbot monk accidentally became angry, and then prayed for the official family with great devotion. The Buddhist sing of the Sanskrit Buddha echoed over the Great Hall.

As soon as the war began, wealthy businessmen moved south to avoid disaster, and the business of the temple street was booming. Near Kaibao Temple, the shop selling incense and candles had been closed for many days, and only a few idle men were wandering on the street. At the door of Shijiaxiang Pharmacy, a couple sat on a stool with a frown. The two of them were weaving silk sachets in their hands. The dustpans beside them were piled up. The gold and silver brocade threads were particularly beautiful and filled with strange fragrance, but no one was visiting. "Oh, don't worry, don't worry, just wait for the dragon of the official family to come back, and the business will be done." The owner of Shi comforted the boss's wife, and sighed again. For ordinary people, the official family is the heaven, and the people of Bianliang who have lived for generations for generations are even more so. Now the price of rice is getting more and more expensive. If there is no business for another time, the family may not have enough food, so I just hope that the official family will come back early.

In the north city of the outer wing, the Bao Yi Army was still practicing nervously. Whether it was the beloved Shaowu, who was left behind in Tokyo or the Henan Cavalry and Infantry General Zhang Shuye, who was criticized by them, he did not dare to send this mob composed of Tai students and idle people to the city. Zhang Shuye also understood the existence of the newly built Bao Yi Army as the legacy of the ancestors' family law to turn bandits into soldiers. It was a good idea to conquer the two restless forces in Bianliang City. On the side of the small school, two unemployed officers were watching the soldiers perform. Although they were all sharpening guns in the battle, the Tai Xue Jingshi was better than ordinary people, and many people usually used their bows to strengthen themselves, and they also knew the words and literally wanted to take charge of people from a county and guide these soldiers to perform simple exercises.

"The official family actually abandoned the people in the city and fled without a sound." Jia Yuanzhen sighed in a low voice.

"Even if you want to leave, you should leave the royal family to stabilize the people's hearts." Liu Wengu shook his head and said, "You actually took all the royal family away? The Xuanzong of the previous dynasty visited Shuzhong, leaving the prince to resist the Anshi rebels in the north."

"Crown Prince?" Jia Yuanzhen laughed, "How many years have the official wedding been? Besides, can the official trust the royal family?"

While the two were talking, suddenly, a cry came from the south of the city. Liu Wengu and Jia Yuanzhen looked up curiously. "Why is nothing wrong?" Ma Yuan also asked here not far away. "I don't know." Liu Wengu answered loudly, listening in his ears, wanting to know what big things happened. It is strictly forbidden to make noise in the army, and gathering people to cry is even more taboo, almost whispering. Many soldiers of the Baoyi Army also stopped practicing, whispering to each other, guessing what happened.

The crying sounds on the top of the city were getting louder and louder, and they drifted along the north wind with a vague wail. Suddenly, Liu Wengu's face changed suddenly. He heard the vague word "official family". Immediately afterwards, someone cried, "The official family was captured by the northern enemy." The scholars of the Imperial Academy had an incredible expression on their faces.

Many soldiers in the training looked at each other, and some people whispered to the next to them: "Brother, I heard it wrong, have you heard it clearly?" The man hesitated and refused to say what he heard. He also asked the other person: "Brother, have you heard anything? It seems to be an official..." A group of people asked over and over again, unable to believe that no one said the word "official family". At this time, the crying sounds from the south became louder and louder, and clearly "the official family was lost" and "just under the city tower". The cry seemed contagious. At first, the imperial guards on the top of the city were crying, and later the people under the city also started to cry, as if a huge cloud of sorrow slowly enveloped the entire Bianliang. Finally, everyone had to accept this cruel nightmare.

The formation of the Baoyi soldiers was completely dispersed, and the officers of the Qianru were not intent to rectify them. Everyone looked like earthy and didn't know what to do. Several "bangs" sounded, which was particularly harsh. Ma Yuan frowned, and looked at the sound, but the spears of several soldiers fell to the ground by mistake.

The millions of soldiers and civilians in Bianliang, and the despair and crying of countless people formed a huge whirlpool, and the Nanxun Gate, who was the first to discover the captured official family, became the center of the entire whirlpool. Although Shaowu and Zhang Shuye had already ordered that as long as the Liao army approached the city, they would shoot arrows to death, the Liao army escorted the official family to the city, and which imperial guards on the city dared to shoot arrows? Not to mention that hundreds of royal families had been escorted to the Liao army formation.

Shaowu, who was left behind in Tokyo, looked at the city tower again, and was held in the middle by the Liao army. He sighed long and whispered: "The officials and the royal family have both lost their hearts and hearts of the army and the people have lost their hearts. At this point, the city of Bianliang may not be able to be saved. The Liao army plundered gold, silk and other external things. Shao Mou was worried about the people in this city." Zhang Shuye's face was cold and he didn't say anything. Shao Wu's face was complicated and he whispered: "If the Lord of Liao can kill the White Horse and swear, he will only take gold, silk, money and food after entering the city, and do not enslave troops to wash the city, restrain his subordinates from killing women, and do not force the people in the city to become slaves in the north. The Lord humiliated his ministers and died, and Shao Mou was responsible for the infatuation of the city."

"Master Shao." Zhang Shuye heard that he was going to die for the city, and his expression changed drastically, "No." Shao Wu shook his head, sighed, and said dejectedly: "Send people out of the city and declare the conditions to Yelu Dashi. If he does not agree, all the jades and stones will be burned." He looked at the officials under the city and staggered to the ground. He slowly performed the great ceremony of his ministers who kowtowed three times and nine times.

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Yanmen Pass, with a cliff standing on the city of Guancheng between cliffs, Zhe Keqiu, deputy envoy of Hedong Road, received a gold medal and was quickly handed over. When he opened it, his face changed drastically. Zhe Keqiu thought it was an imperial edict, but he unexpectedly came from the camp of Xijing. Cao Di, the governor of Zhangxin, admitted that except for the third son of the previous emperor and the King of Jing Zhao Qi, who was still safe, the official Zhao Ke and other royal families had fallen into the hands of the Liao army, and the fall of Bianliang was only in the evening.
Chapter completed!