Bian Palace was very lucky. It was not destroyed by the war due to the raging Hulu cavalry, and was completely taken over by the Khitan people. It was also unfortunate that the palaces, jade buildings, carved beams and painted buildings in the Central Plains, as well as the beauties and palace maidens who lived in them, all became the trophies of the Liao lord for his entertainment.
In the Chongyuan Hall, the orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, the good news is heard, and the fragrance of powder permeates the surroundings, which is intoxicating. The scene here is much more lively and ambiguous than that in Prince Yan's Mansion, and the woman's qualifications are obviously better than those of the dancers in Prince Yan's Mansion. Shi Chonggui spent a lot of effort to collect beauties and ruined the country for Yelu Deguang to enjoy.
On the throne, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a heroic appearance sat astride the throne. He had a thick beard and a long beard and a bun, but he was wearing a Hanfu dragon robe, which looked nondescript. This person was naturally the first Emperor of Liao Dynasty, Yelu Deguang.
Holding the wine glass in his hand, he took a sip from time to time, admiring the beauty in the palace with a radiant look on his face, looking very happy and unwilling to think about the north. At this time, Yelv Deguang did not look like a wise and mighty monarch at all. He was really immersed in the flowers and mountains of the Central Plains. Since entering the Bian Palace, Yelu Deguang has had a small banquet every three days and a big banquet every five days. Even though he has realized that the country in the Central Plains is not easy to sit in, he has not changed much.
On the imperial desk, there were a bunch of memorials and documents randomly placed, including bad news reported from various places and words of advice from officials, but Guan Yelu Deguang didn't seem to care too much.
Under Danqi, there are also many banquet plans, which are filled with delicacies and delicacies, accompanied by some Hu and Han civil and military officials. Compared with the wanton cheerfulness of those Tibetan generals, several civil servants seemed much more gloomy. However, one of the old ministers, Cang Ran, looked very calm.
He was very old, with gray beard and hair, and an air of "cautiousness" about him. He sat there quietly, unlike other civil servants who were dismayed at the singing and dancing in the palace. Occasionally, he would raise a glass in agreement, but he was just a dip. The mouth stops.
This old man's name was Feng Dao, a famous official tumbler among the Five Dynasties. He served in the Tang and Jin Dynasties. In each generation, he must be one of the three princes, and he must be a general in every dynasty. After arriving at Yelu Deguang, he was still respected and trusted by him. Counting down, starting from Li Cunxu, Emperor Zhuangzong of the Tang Dynasty, and counting Yelu Deguang, Feng Dao has served seven emperors in three dynasties. The emperor took turns sitting, but he, the prime minister, didn't seem to move much...
"Mr. Sir, the people in the world are already full of passion, but in this palace and city, there are singing and dancing every day, and music and music every night. The Lord of Liao still wants to have the Central Plains for a long time. Isn't this just an idiot's dream?" Beside him, Privy Councilor Li Song shook his head slightly and sighed. He took a breath, lowered his voice to a very low level, and complained, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
Despite Feng Dao's age, his ears were still sensitive. Although the hall was buzzing, he obviously heard Li Song's words clearly. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Yelu Deguang, who had a beautiful lady sitting in his arms, and only whispered back: "Mr. Li, be careful what you say!"
After that, his face remained as usual, and General Hu in the court also looked kindly to him. Seeing Feng Dao's indifferent attitude, Li Song immediately swallowed the rest of his words. In terms of Qi nourishing skills, there was still a gap between him and Feng Dao.
Although Feng Dao and Li Song, veteran ministers and prime ministers of the later Jin Dynasty, received preferential treatment from Yelu Deguang, they were still the targets of oppression by the Tibetan and Hu generals. In Xinliao, we all live under someone else's roof, so we can only hug each other to keep each other warm and comfort each other.
Like the two of them, the former prime ministers had a lot of wealth, but they were also deprived of a lot of property under Yelu Deguang's money order. In fact, among all the internal and external generals of the Later Jin Dynasty who surrendered to the Liao Dynasty, only Du Chongwei and Li Shouzhen were not forced to donate money, and they were exempted from Yelu Deguang's special edict. The rest were not spared.
Up to now, Yelu Deguang has not only lost the hearts of the people, but also these ministers of the later Jin Dynasty who had surrendered are also alienated and resentful. Among the Han ministers in this palace, except for Zhang Li, a servant who had been with the Khitan for many years, there was probably no one who did not harbor evil intentions.
Feng Daolao's eyes were dim and he looked harmless, but when he heard the overwhelming music in the palace, his heart was not as peaceful as he appeared.
As the prime minister of the tired dynasty, even Yelu Deguang admired his reputation and treated him as a guest. This was not something ordinary people could do. Being wise and self-protecting is just an expression; intelligence, wisdom, ability and insight are the true foundation of one's survival.
Feng Dao is already over sixty years old, and he has survived through the ranks of officials in these troubled times. He has already gained insight into world affairs. With his far-reaching vision, he could naturally see that the Khitan's harsh rule was becoming more and more violent and the sea was boiling. However, the Lord of Liao had no intention of changing his ways, and China would not be able to exist for long.
At the same time, looking at Yelv Deguang's attitude these days, I'm afraid I don't have any intention of staying for a long time. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yelu Deguang, who was teasing the beauty on the throne. Feng Dao couldn't help but start thinking, and his old eyes almost narrowed to a slit.
An old fox like this will never fail to think about the way out. He didn't worry about his life, but he was afraid of being controlled by the Khitan. He was almost certain that if the Khitan returned to the north, they would not let them go, and they would definitely take them north...
He had been thinking about how to escape for some time, but as he thought about it, he felt helpless. After all, they are just literati, and they have no soldiers or generals. How can it be so easy under the eyes of Hu Bingfan and General Hu?
"I don't know if Liu Gong can succeed? It should be possible..."
While Feng Dao was thinking silently, a eunuch walked into the palace in small steps. When he arrived in front of the emperor, he lowered his eyebrows and reported to Yelv Deguang: "Your Majesty, King Yan is here!"
"Oh, King Yan is here?" Yelu Deguang moved away the hand that was caressing the jade buttocks, let go of the concubine of Bian Palace who was playing with him, and said angrily: "Please come to the palace quickly!"
Not long after, Zhao Yanshou walked into the hall, and all the beauties had a panoramic view. He suppressed the urge to take a few more glances, his face was rosy, but he could not hide his drunken state. In front of Yelv Deguang, Zhao Yanshou did not dare to show his private resentment, and stepped forward to salute respectfully.
"No courtesy, King Yan! Come here and have a few drinks with me!" Yelu Deguang glanced at Zhao Yanshou, his red face seemed to be filled with goodwill, and he greeted: "Come, give me a seat!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The emperor gave him a seat and food. At least on the surface, Yelu Deguang still favored Zhao Yanshou. After drinking a few glasses of wine with Yelu Deguang, Zhao Yanshou became more and more daring, and asked piercingly: "I was at home, and upon hearing your Majesty's urgent summons, I hurried into the palace. I wonder what your Majesty called me for?"
Zhao Yanshou asked, a little rudely, but Yelu Deguang seemed very generous and waved his hand to stop the dancing. The palace became quiet, and the attendants Wen and Wu couldn't help but look over.
With a soft "pop" sound, Yelu Deguang put down his wine glass and said to Zhao Yanshou: "The rebel general from Shaanzhou killed my envoy and rejected my goodwill. Tongguan came to report that he had something." The intention is to advance. Liu Zhiyuan, the puppet emperor of Hedong, has also made some moves. He has sent troops south to Luzhou. Geng Chongmei may not be able to resist..."
"What do you mean by your majesty?" Hearing what Yelu Deguang said, Zhao Yanshou felt a little excited in his heart. Could it be that he was intentionally allowed to lead the troops and refuse? Looking at Yelu Deguang with some expectation, Zhao Yanshou had even made plans to never let go easily once he took over the military power again...
As if he could see Zhao Yanshou's thoughts, Yelu Deguang's face slightly restrained the "divine light" and said playfully: "I have sent three groups to fight against the enemy in Hedong, but I still have some mistakes. Next, I will We must fight against Liu Zhiyuan with all our strength, and we are unable to take care of the gangster in Guanzhong..."
Hearing this, Zhao Yanshou was about to take the initiative to ask for help, then he heard Yelu Deguang's voice changed: "I heard that Yuan Fu, the son of King Yan, is very smart and has been with King Yan for many years. I want to make him the governor of the river to guard for me. Guard the pass and assist in the defense of Heyang."
"This..." Zhao Yanshou was stunned for a moment and looked at Yelu Deguang: "The dog is young and may not be able to take on the important task."
Zhao Yanshou's son, Zhao Kuangzan, named Yuanfu, was in his twenties. If on a normal day, Zhao Yanshou had given his son a measure of temperance, he would have definitely kowtowed and thanked him. But now, Zhao Yanshou knew in his heart that the land in the river would not be peaceful. If the Hedong Army went south, there was no telling which route they would take, and he was unwilling to let his beloved son take the risk.
Yelu Deguang waved his hand: "Young hero Yuan Fu can serve. I heard that the commander of the army in Luzhou in the south of Henan Province is Liu Zhiyuan's son. He is only seventeen years old. Yuan Fu can't be inferior to him. So childish..."
Zhao Yanshou still wanted to refuse, but when he faced Yelu Deguang's eyes that turned cold, he opened his mouth and responded with aggrieved heart: "Thank you, my Majesty."
"Very good!" Yelu Deguang laughed and said, "Come on, let me toast King Yan!"
The dance resumed and the music played again, but Zhao Yanshou felt even more depressed. He once again realized deeply that he did not seem to be of such great use to Yelu Deguang anymore. He glanced at the Han ministers in the palace and sighed secretly, like a dog that had fallen out of favor...
