"Crash!" With the sound of iron chains pulling, the wooden door of the Shangjing dungeon was opened, and the dazzling light immediately shone into this dark place. The shadow inside was squirming, as if countless earth ghosts were awakened.

A bald old man limped down with two wooden barrels. The prison fences on both sides quickly covered many people who were so dirty that they could not even see their skin. "Fan...Fan..." Khitan language with various accents came, and they seemed to know only this Khitan word.

The old man was unmoved and scooped a spoonful of sticky things into each sticky tile bowl.

The bald old man walked to a cell and couldn't help but stretch his head out to look inside, because there were many people in other cells, and there was only one person in this room. It was a man with messy hair that seemed to have a bun and had not shaved his head. He sat there in a daze, and he didn't stretch out the bowl.

"Eat?" the old man called out.

The man came to his senses and stared at the things in the wooden barrel in a daze, which emitted a stale stench. The man's throat squirmed. He sighed, stretched out a bowl weakly, and said in his skillful Khitan words: "Give me some water, thank you."

After hearing this, the old man looked at him coldly, and without saying a word, he scooped a spoonful of turbid water and poured it into the bowl.

At this moment, the bright hole above darkened slightly, and several people appeared there. The old man turned around and looked over: "Who?"

The Khitan Bushi who was guarding the door said, "The King of Song (Yelu Xiyin), King of Yue (Yelu Bi) arrived!"

After hearing this, the old man threw down the spoon and bent down to face the other side.

"Where?" asked a big man with a very hard beard. The man was Yelu Xiyin, one of Yelu Abaoji's grandsons. Walking behind him was Yelu Bishe, the King of Yue, and his face and robe were much gentler.

"Come here, the prince." said an official.

The group walked over, and the man inside was putting down the bowl of turbid water. The official outside said again: "This person is Fan Zhongyi."

Fan Zhongyi sat on the ground for a moment and suddenly got up, grabbed the wood with a slap, and his eyes turned red. The guard was startled and quickly blocked the nobles and shouted: "Why are you crazy?"

Fan Zhongyi shouted in a hoarse voice: "King Song, King Yue, I have something important to confess. Yang Gun is a traitor! Don't trust him, the Khitans are not more trustworthy than Han'er..."

Yelu Xiyin pushed away the guard in front and looked at Fan Zhongyi with a sneer. Fan Zhongyi glared again and said, "I want to see Mr. Xiao, let me see Mr. Xiao!"

Unexpectedly, Yelu Xiyin ignored him at all and turned to ask King Yue: "Why are you still keeping this traitor?"

King Yue thought for a while and said, "It is said that people like Fan Zhongyi cannot bear the heavy responsibility of the defeat in Hedong. After being imprisoned, they did not execute the execution in time, for fear that there would be envoys."

Yelu Xiyin said unhappily: "Take him out, and his whole family will be stripped alive and shown to the public!"

The King of Yue hurriedly advised: "The King of Song should not do such a big battle. There are many Han people living in the southern city of Beijing, all of whom serve the Great Liao..."

Fan Zhongyi also suddenly knelt down on the ground and said anxiously: "Prince, please spare my life! Let my children go without me, I can do whatever I want, I still have the use of it!"

"What's the use of being worse than dogs? At least dogs won't harm their master." Yelu Xiyin was both angry and contemptuous.

Fan Zhongyi hurriedly said, "Please let me see Mr. Xiao!"

The King of Yue also advised in a deep voice: "We don't have to take this matter into consideration for the first time, but we are going to deal with the people on the other side of the king's tent. I heard that Xiao Siwen has gone to Xu Guo to negotiate peace. Once they free up their hands, they will definitely return to Shangjing to deal with us."

"Skinned!" Yelu Xiyin said, "Look for skilled hands to peel sheepskins, don't let them die too much." After that, he left.

King Yue stayed for a while and said to Fan Zhongyi: "The King of Song has broken up with the king's tent, how can it be seen?"

Fan Zhongyi tried his best to hit the wooden fence with his thin body, shouting and crying bitterly, his voice echoing in the dark dungeon, as if he was crying and howling.

...

The Liao envoys such as Xiao Siwen and others on the southern bank of the Yellow River were not officially summoned immediately. The person who received them was Lu Duosun, an official of the Ministry of Rites. Lu Duosun, wanted to negotiate the conditions with Xiao Siwen and others in private first.

At this time, Xiao Siwen was very dissatisfied. He picked up a piece of paper and pointed to the paper and asked Lu Duosun: "What does the brotherly country mean? Why did the Emperor of the Great Liao resign as his brother?"

"Don't be impatient, please don't be impatient." Lu Duoxun was very calm and said in a gentle tone: "Da Xu withdraws troops and speaks with peace at this time, which will obviously cause Goryeo to fall into an unfavorable place. If the two countries of Liao do not turn enemies into friends and call each other brothers, how will the Daxu court explain to Goryeo?"

Lu Duosun's tone gradually became stronger and his expression became serious: "The two countries did not call father, son, monarch and minister, or uncle and nephew's seniority (formerly Liao and Northern Han), but were mercenary of brothers. Both Duke Xiao and Liao monarch and minister should put aside their old thoughts and see what is now strong and weak. Who is attacking and who is working hard to support it? Liao does not call him brother, but he will continue to be the eldest brother?"

Xiao Siwen suddenly stood up, "I dare not agree to this alliance!"

Lu Duoxun stopped his sharp eyes and advised: "Mr. Xiao should think more about it before expressing his opinion. Liao Kingdom just suffered a small loss on his reputation. Da Xu did not ask Liao Kingdom to pay tribute... At this time, Liao Kingdom still wants to take advantage of all the advantages, so what else can I talk about? Mr. Xiao might as well bring the letter back and ask the Lord of Liao to continue gathering troops to fight!"

Xiao Siwen took a deep breath, as if he had suppressed his anger and said, "Let's let us discuss it."

"Send out the guests!" Lu Duosun shouted decisively.

Xiao Siwen and others returned to the inn, and he immediately said annoyed: "If I agree to this covenant, wouldn't it be a sinner?"

Yang Gun said calmly: "Lu Duosun has a saying that is right. The situation is like this. If the Liao Dynasty does not lose at all, it seems unreasonable. Of course, we would rather give some money, but the reality of tribute is different from the recognition of the status of the two countries?"

Xiao Siwen still didn't let go. He fully understood what responsibility he would take... It was actually a shady blame! Peace discussion was not his opinion.

The four of them didn't even bother to eat dinner in the tent, and they argued until midnight. Later, they were tired and several of them leaned on the chair and remained silent.

At this moment, suddenly there was a "ah" sound outside! Xiao Siwen and others were startled and sat upright and listened to the movement outside. The shouts continued to come, as if there were still fighting.

One person stood up and said, "Go and see what's going on."

Xiao Siwen said: "Beware of fraud."

As soon as he finished speaking, a "bang bang..." sounded outside. Then there was a loud "clang" sound, and the door latch broke. A martial artist wearing a strong and holding a cherry gun staggered in, and then two more people came in.
Chapter completed!