[I'm late to come back. I've written it until now. Please forgive me for my book friends. There will be a second update later]

Xiao Jingang didn't wait outside the tent for long. Soon, the guard who went in and reported to him came out and asked Xiao Jingang to enter.

Perhaps because of the patient, the incense I used in the past was removed, and there was only a strong smell of medicine.

The elderly Emperor of the Great Liao was leaning on the imperial bed at this moment, covering his body with a thin quilt, with only a layer of middle quilt under it.

Xiao Jingang knelt down and saluted two steps into the door, but the light at the end of his eyes was circling on Yelu Yixin's face.

The emperor's face was sallow, his spirit was depressed, his eyes were speechless, and he looked very injured.

Xiao Jingang had already learned about the attack and injury when the emperor went to the front line to inspect the enemy situation. After arriving in the camp last night, he came to see him immediately. However, many people were together at that time, so it was not convenient to observe carefully. Unlike now, as long as you pay attention to it and not be discovered, you can see clearly - what is the emperor's health.

After Xiao Jingang gave the ceremony, the emperor stretched out his hand from the bedding, lifted it up for a moment, and said weakly, "Buddha slave, get up."

Xiao Jingang kowtowed again heavily, and stood up as soon as he spoke.

As soon as we bowed, the emperor's physical condition became clearer.

It is true that the elderly cannot get injured or get sick. No matter how strong they look on weekdays, they are even comparable to teenagers, but they are not energetic after all. As long as they get injured or sick, they will not be able to do it immediately.

The emperor was injured for only two or three days, and he felt a little disfigured when he saw it.

Emperor Huaiqing was also injured that day, but now his face was a little pale. He is kneeling beside Yelu Yixin, holding a bowl of medicinal soup, and serving his grandfather to drink it little by little.

Xiao Jingang did not dare to urge him and waited with his head down.

After drinking a small bowl of medicinal soup slowly, Yelu Huaiqing helped wipe the corners of his mouth, Yelu Yixin waved, "Buddha, come a little more."

Xiao Jingang took a little closer and took two steps forward. Yelu Yixin raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Although he was still weak, under his slightly opened eyes, his eyes were still like a knife, and he was still the king who was planning to usurp the throne.

Xiao Jingang lowered his head even deeper, "Your Majesty, the Song people in Tianmen Village fired their shells and now they are spread everywhere in the camp." After speaking, he became anxious, "Your Majesty, this matter cannot be waited, and it must be suppressed as soon as possible."

"It's really interesting to use shells to fire the post," Yelu Yixin said slowly. Every time he said a word, it was as difficult as he was trying to make a life. He clicked the note next to the couch, "This is the post you mentioned? Is it said that I and the prince are dead?"

Before entering the account, Xiao Jingang had already sent the letter in. When Yelu Yixin asked questions, he raised his head, curled his neck and looked at it, nodded, "This is the one."

Yelu Yixin twisted the piece of paper with two fingers, bringing up an old smile, "He is so easy to deal with. He can't even explain it even if he picks up a few words to write a pen."

He chuckled a few times, "The leader of Tianmen Village is very young, in his early thirties, and he is so experienced in his behavior. He has just exploded me and is about to explode my camp now. Young people today really cannot..."

Maybe he was pulled somewhere by laughter. Before Yelu Yixin finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing a few times. With just such a slight shock, his face turned pale.

Yelu Huaiqing hurriedly bent down and handed the scarf in his hand. Yelu Yixin took it and wiped it at the corner of his mouth, and handed it back to his grandson. In a blink of an eye, Xiao Jingang saw a red mark on the scarf.

It was probably a moment of trance and Xiao Jingang heard Yelu Yixin say, "Buddha Slave, just say whatever you want."

Xiao Jingang bent down, "Please take care of your body..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yelu Yixin shouted angrily, then two more light coughs, making his face even more ugly.

Xiao Jingang was so scared that he was scattered and said quickly, "I ask Your Majesty to issue an order. Your Highness, King of Qi, will conduct inspections on behalf of Your Majesty."

"It's better if I go out for a tour?"

Yelu Yixin's smile was like a wolf's mouth, revealing his sharp teeth. Xiao Jingang's body was cold and he hurriedly said, "I must not dare. It is the most important thing for Your Majesty to take care of your body."

Yelu Yixin laughed loudly, leaned back, and squinted his eyes on the soft couch, "You also know that it's inconvenient for me to walk around now."

Xiao Jingang was trembling. For decades, bloody slaughtering lanterns were surrounding his mind. At this moment, he was more like a patient than the emperor on the soft couch.

Yelu Yixin closed his eyes and said a few words, but he was a little tired again. If it were a few days ago, he would have to warn Xiao Jingang to be a leading general, it would be enough to ignore it. Why do you need to speak out?

"Fu Bao, come here." After a little rest, he recovered a little physical strength. Yelu Yixin waved to his grandson, "You go out with my gold medal. If someone does not receive the military order, walk around the camp and kill. Whisper and kill. Gather for no reason and kill. No matter who it is, as long as it is contrary to military law, kill it."

Yelu Huaiqing took the gold medal with his hands trembling slightly and took the order from his grandfather. He knew very well that there would be dozens or hundreds of people who would become the souls of the sword for this purpose.

"Don't look like a terrible future," Yelu Yixin scolded, "The emperor of the Great Liao Dynasty cannot be afraid of blood. The more ruthless the killing, the more blood flows, the more people in the world will recognize you."

Yelu Huaiqing hurriedly agreed loudly.

"It's slanted!" Yelu Yixin raised his voice and cried out, which touched the pain in the internal organs, and his face turned a little white.

A guard lifted the curtain and walked in. It was the face standing at the door of the imperial tent just now. Originally, Xiao Jingang looked at him as if he was not like the junior of the national clan, but he turned out to be a female barbarian from the Wanyan tribe.

"This is a slant." Yelu Yixin introduced to Xiao Jingang, "Wu Shuya's youngest son. Now he will take over Aguda and guard my imperial tent."

"Xie," Yelu Yixin ordered Xi, "You follow the King of Qi, and he says you will kill whoever you say."

Wanyan Xie also knelt down and kowtowed, saying loudly, "Xie is willing to die for the Emperor." He turned his body and kowtowed to Yelu Huaiqing, "Xie is also obeying the command of the King of Qi."

Xiao Jingang looked around, slightly resentful, but he also knew why the emperor wanted to do this.

The emperor always attached great importance to Wanyan's tribe. Since Brother Wanyan Ying, there have been many people from the Wanyan family around the emperor. The Wanyan's tribe also repays with loyalty. This time, if Aguda had not stood in front of the emperor and the King of Qi, the Daliao might have ended like this.

"You go and do your business first." Yelu Yixin waved his hand, and after Yelu Huaiqing and Xie also saluted, he quickly left the imperial tent, leaving only Xiao Jingang, and a group of wood-carved guards and eunuchs inside.

"By the way, Xiao Jingang." Yelu Yixin suddenly said. This was the first time he didn't call Xiao Jingang a nickname today, which made Xiao Jingang feel cold. "How many people will come here with notes today."

In recent years, the emperor, who was already a little unpredictable, seemed even more moody after being injured. Xiao Jingang didn't know what the emperor meant, so he didn't dare to guess randomly. The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more afraid, and he suddenly became trembling, "My...My...My...My really doesn't know."

"I don't know whether it's good, I don't know whether it's good, I don't know it's the best."

Even if he is old and not far from death, the wolf king is the wolf king and will only become more fierce. Yelu Yixin's laughter is as terrifying as the night owl. Xiao Jingang's feet were numb for a moment, and even his movements were frozen.

Also waving, Yelu Yixin drove Xiao Jingang out.

Although it only seemed to be a quarter of an hour before and after the reception, Yelu Yixin had already re-sentenced Xiao Jingang, a general with a background in Xi's tribe and the court.

In a short period of time, he will also be a helper.

Yelu Yixin lay down again in a daze, lacking energy and was so tired that he wanted to sleep, but his mind was too clear. The decisions, progress and encounters that came from the time of sending troops were like water in a jar. Press this, and that would float up. Press that, and then this would float up.

Looking back on this attack on Song Dynasty, Yelu Yixin felt that it might have really miscalculated.

Attacking Song is not the purpose, it is to prevent civil strife.

Yelu Yixin wanted to hand over the throne to his son safely, but the Song people must have fought hard during the handover.

Instead of waiting for Yelu Long to try his best to fight the rebels of the old king, but in the end, the Song people took a big advantage, it would be better to attack Song first and take the opportunity to clean up the remnants of the country, even if they have a bad relationship with the Song people, they will do whatever they can.

When Yelu Yixin commanded the army to the front line, the rear changed indeed. Yelu Long rushed back overnight to preside over the purge of Zhongjing Dading Prefecture, and Yelu Yixin continued to confront the Song people on the front line.

Originally, Yelu Yixin's plan to attack Song was to take one step at a time. If Song was weak, then you might as well make two steps. If Song was strong, then walk around the border and show that you were separated from the two husbands in order to get some concessions.

The toughness of the capital of Song State was not too unexpected. Hebei's defense level was also expected. The forts on the border of Hebei were indeed much harder to chew than expected. The atmosphere of fearing Liao and tigers in the Song State had been greatly changed, and there was even a group of Huangkouzi, who wanted to compete for a contribution to his Yelu Yixin.

Yelu Yixin, who was unwilling to take risks, simply went to the grass valley to fight. Those who couldn't run would be wiped out by Tianmen Village and slowly pried open the turtle shell. If the Song army on Dingzhou Road dared to give up the predetermined position and go north to support, Yelu Yixin would not mind weighing the strength of the Song army in the field - as long as it was on the battlefield he had planned.

These days, the plan to attack Tianmen Village has made no progress, but the success of the Caogu made Yelu Yixin discover. This is because with the large number of firearms equipped the army, the gap between the army and the civilians became increasingly obvious.
Chapter completed!