North, Shangjing, Linhuang Mansion.

The yurts like mountains are connected into pieces, like clouds in the sky, flawless and spectacular. Countless cattle and sheep are scattered around them, and under the care of herders, eating green grass.

It was midsummer, with lush grass and trees and sun setting in the west. Many herdsmen began to milk cows and goats, busy with the evening shift.

In the middle of the huge and countless yurts, there is a huge tent that looks like a palace, with huge golden carpets spread on the ground, and many gold and silver ware are decorated with the surrounding tents.

The palace maids were wearing silk, and the guards were wearing armor. Huge night pearls were hung in the tent. Although it was not dark yet, the candles as thick as children's arms had been lit, reflecting the entire palace tent with magnificence.

Although it is not a palace made of wood and stone, the Khitans' palace tents are not inferior at all.

In the palace tent, many princes and nobles, including Yelu Wuzhi, the king of the North Court and Yelu Talie, the king of the South Court, were the fourth brother of the emperor, Yelu Dilie, who was released several times of rebellion, represented the royal family and occupied the front.

Everyone lowered their heads respectfully, with inexplicable expressions and did not dare to make any noise.

Because, in front of them, on the soft blanket, a man in single clothes was asleep soundly, sneezing from time to time, which made everyone tremble and frightened.

I don’t know how long it took, outside the palace tent, the aroma of the barbecue that had been waiting for for a long time gradually disappeared, but the aroma of wine continued to brew with time.

"Ha——" Yelu Jing woke up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes, his nose kept moving, and shouted loudly: "Where is wine, what about wine, you lowly guys!"

Soon, the servant beside him carefully presented the warm wine, then quickly moved away and waited respectfully.

If the speed is slower, it is very likely that the death will be lost, and the emotions will fluctuate, which is especially good for killing people.

After drinking most of the pot of wine, Yelu Jing recovered and ate a few bites of mutton with a knife before raising his head and said in a sluggish manner: "Why do you come? What happened?"

"Khan, the Northern Han Kingdom has been destroyed by the Tang Kingdom--" Yelu Wuzhi, as the controller of the essence of the Khitan, couldn't help but step forward and whisper.

At fifty and three years old, he is already an older man in the Khitan. Even so, he is still strong and powerful, with a loud voice.

"What?" Yelu Jing woke up instantly. He was full of anger and directly overturned the desk in front of him. The wine and meat were spilled on the expensive carpet, and even the excess splashed on the ministers and maids.

"Didn't Ben Khan send a hundred thousand troops to rescue him? Why did he return without success? Where is Yelusha, Yelu Dilie, Taer? I want to kill them-"

Standing in front of Ji, Yelu Dilie, the King of Ji, lowered his head, his face flushed, and he was extremely humiliating.

The maid and servant next to him were trembling with fear and his body trembled uncontrollably. Sweat might not kill the ministers, but he would attack them.

The ministers were so cold that they dared not speak nonsense. They were really frightened by this tyrant. Only Yelu Wuzhi, who has been through four dynasties, has made great contributions to support him. He said without fear: "The Prime Minister of the Southern Court, Yelu Sha, underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, was killed by the Tang general Guo Jin, unfortunately died. Tens of thousands of vanguards were defeated. King Ji gathered his defeated army and returned to Datong, heading south with the general commander of the army and horse, Taer, and besieged Yanmen Pass."

"Outside Yanmen Pass, the enemy general Yang Ye attacked at night, the army was defeated, fled for a hundred miles, and lost more than ten thousand soldiers..."

"Don't say so much, just tell me, how many are left of the 100,000 troops heading south this time?"

Yelu Jing did not have this patience, so he directly slid down and tasted the newly presented wine.

"There are 50,000 left!" Yelu Wuzhi glanced at Yelu Dilie with a listless expression and couldn't help but whisper.

"Waste, bastard-"

Yelu Jing was furious and he kept scolding: "Yelu Sha is really a waste. He deserves to die. This kind of waste should have been killed long ago."

"Where are Tar and Yelu Dilie?"

"The criminals failed the expectations of the Khan—" Yelu Dilie and Tarr made their way out, kneeling on their knees and unable to get up.

Yelu Dilie, the fourth son of Taizong Yelu Deguang and the younger brother of Yelu Jing, rebelled repeatedly. After two, three, nine years, these three times, they either planned to be accused or failed and went to jail. In the end, Yelu Jing was let go.

It’s really my brother who abused me thousands of times, and I treated me like my first love.

"Ba" But rebellion and defeat are really different things. Yelu Jing couldn't help but throw the wine jar in his hand and smashed it to blood on his forehead.

Even Yelu Jing was not satisfied, so he directly pulled out the whip and waved it hard. Yelu Dilie knelt down and refused to get up, and refused to hum, enduring the pain.

After whipping seven or eight whips, Yelu Jing panted, looked at him coldly, and said, "How many soldiers can the Khitan have? You kid will be defeated by 50,000."

Yelu Dilie was ashamed when he heard this.

On the side, Tarr, the general manager of the South Court, was stunned. His fierce face had collapsed. He lay down tremblingly, waiting for the final judgment.

Although he has nothing to do at the moment, it is okay, but it often means big things. How can he do if King Ji does this?

"Tar?" Yelu Jing drank a sip of wine, calmed his anger, then glanced at his burly body, and said, "King Ji is a military supervisor. Such punishment is enough. Do you have no objection?"

"Sin general, sinner dare not!" Taal trembled.

"That's good!" Yelu Jing nodded slightly, then picked up the wine bottle and whispered: "Pull it out, chop it-"

Soon, the guards pulled the general and left quickly, and then a head was sent in.

Yelu Jing glanced at him contemptuously and said to the ministers: "The Northern Han has nothing to do, and the soldiers and horses are gone. This is a big deal. For the sake of the Northern Han, he actually used cavalry to attack the city. His head must have been filled with horse peeing. Keeping such a person is not good for the Khitan."

"The Great Khan Shengming--" Yelu Wuzhi said without blinking his eyelids. The other ministers naturally had no objection and quickly agreed.

Yelu Jing heard this and kept drinking, saying, "The Tang people attacked the Northern Han Dynasty, so they must have coveted Nanjing (Youzhou) again. It's so annoying-"

"Can you recommend someone in the North Court? I'm really worried if there is no one in Nanjing."

Yelu Wuzhi heard this and was about to speak, he was interrupted by Yelu Talie, the king of the South Court: "Great Khan, I am still in Nanjing, so the Tang people can't succeed."

"Oh, I'm old and can't do it. I'd better cultivate myself!" Yelu Jing saw that he had white hair and 68-year-old Yelu Talie couldn't help scratching his head and said, "Who is there a candidate in the North Court?"

"How about the prince-in-law Xiao Siwen?"

Yelu Wuzhi said softly.

Although the words were light, the ministers were shocked. No accident happened. That's it.

Sure enough, Yelu Jing muttered, nodded and agreed, appointing Xiao Siwen as the remaining guard in the South Courtyard, and Yang Gun as the general manager of the march.
Chapter completed!