There was no way, Xiao Feng first knew that he and his party were too tightly bound to Liang Shicheng, and they had done too many illegal things together. If Emperor Tianzuo really found out, he would have to chop himself into eighteen pieces.
"What do you want?" Xiao Fengxian squinted his eyes and asked in a bad tone.
"Yelü Dashi, Xiao Sengge and others are colluding in private and writing to your Imperial Uncle Yelu and His Royal Highness Lu We, sincerely asking them to come forward and persuade your Majesty to declare war on the Song Dynasty... They also recommended Xiao
Nawu and Xiao Helu were the deputy generals, and they formulated a strategy of dispersing the cavalry, bypassing the three cities of Taiyuan, Zhending, and Hejian, and going deep into the hinterland of our Song Dynasty, raiding and harassing our country wantonly, and forcing our country to negotiate peace..."
After hearing this, Xiao Fengxian's expression became solemn.
The possibility of asking Yelu and Luo to come forward is very high.
Xiao Fengxian knew that in Emperor Tianzuo's heart, the emperor's grandpa's half-brother occupied an important position. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the pillar of the Liao Dynasty and the needle of Dinghai.
Once Yelu Dashi, Xiao Sengge and others are allowed to facilitate this matter, it will be a hundred disadvantages and no advantages to their party.
First of all, the business of making money every day is going to end. The two countries are at war, how can they still do business?
Secondly, as Liang Shicheng said just now, if Xiao Nawu's party is allowed to seize the opportunity, make great achievements, and then take advantage of the good situation to turn the tables in Emperor Tianzuo's heart, and then trust them and denounce his own party, it will be a disaster.
The end is coming.
Xiao Fengxian knew very well that in recent years, their party had engaged in favoritism, malpractice, corruption and perversion of the law, and had offended many people. If they lost power with His Majesty, how many people would be waiting to come up and take revenge.
My own ending may be worse than death!
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng couldn't help but shudder.
No, we must not let this succeed!
"Why are it Yelu Dashi and Xiao Sengge again! Your Majesty attaches great importance to them and thinks that they are talents who can be developed and give them more care. Why don't they study hard and how can they interfere with this kind of thing? They can interfere with this kind of military and national affairs.
Does it fit?"
Xiao Fengxian said angrily. He raised his head and looked at each other with Liang Shicheng, like two poisonous snakes meeting each other.
"Supervisor Liang, this matter is also related to your life and fortune. You can't just stand on the shore and watch. You must do your best no matter what."
Xiao Fengxian said sadly.
He was determined to drag Liang Shicheng into trouble as well, in order to avenge the resentment he had just been threatened with.
Liang Shicheng stared at Xiao Fengxian for a while, then said with a smile: "Your Highness is naughty and likes to tease children. Since we are all on the same ship, of course we must contribute vigorously."
As he spoke, he took out a draft of the memorial from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Fengxian.
Xiao Fengxian took it dubiously and unfolded it to take a look.
As I watched, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but Xiao Fengxian felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was filled with cold air.
Too vicious!
This is an upright piece of advice.
The beginning of the chapter says that Emperor Tianzuo’s parents, the Great Filial Saint Emperor and the Zhenshun Queen, were killed by traitors, suffered injustice, and died with hatred. However, Emperor Tianzuo was like a god helping him. Not only was he safe, but he also became the Emperor of Liao.
He is simply a child of destiny.
Then the topic changed. Such an emperor actually did not want to make progress and revive the Liao Dynasty. Instead, he blindly built extravagant construction projects, repaired palaces, and went hunting. It was absurd and useless. He had been on the throne for several years, and he ignored the government and his discipline.
...It really failed to live up to destiny and the expectations of all people.
At this point, the memorial became very passionate, saying that in those days, many loyal ministers and righteous men fought and sacrificed their lives to save the young Emperor Zuo from the traitors. But today, Emperor Zuo is close to villains and far away from virtuous ministers. These are called
How do heroes not cry under the Nine Springs...
Xiao Fengxian's back and chest were soaked with moisture. His hands holding the draft of the memorial were trembling constantly. There were thousands of words but they were all stuck in his throat - he was too frightened to say a complete sentence.
If this memorial is handed over, Emperor Tian Zuo will explode on the spot.
Xiao Fengxian was well aware of the temperament of this emperor, who was dissolute, greedy for enjoyment, but also good at face. The title of Emperor Tianzuo was given by him as a hint to his ministers.
Once this memorial, which pierces the heart, mouth, lungs and tubes every word, is presented to Emperor Tianzuo, Xiao Fengxian can believe that there will be a thunderous wrath.
His enraged Majesty would cut the petitioner into pieces, dip them in sauce and eat them raw.
"This...this...what do you need me to do?" Xiao Fengxian asked stammering.
"These young heroes of your country must be the pillars of your country. They are just admonitions to the death of civil servants, warriors to the death of battles, and remonstrances to the death. How dare they claim to be loyal civil servants?"
Liang Shicheng said slowly.
"This memorial also needs your help to copy the handwriting and signatures of Xiao Sengge, Yelu Dashi and others. Li Yan, Li Chuwen and uncle and nephew are known as the masters of calligraphy in your country. I guess this little skill is not a problem. And we must do it as soon as possible.
Send it to your lord. I heard that your highnesses have an extraordinary relationship with Bacilidu Zhi."
It is indeed a piece of advice from the dead. If you hand this advice over to me, you will have to peel off your skin even if you don’t die.
"These people..." Xiao Fengxian pointed to the series of signatures at the end of the draft.
"Your Highness, these people have been linked together. Everyone will be prosperous, and everyone will suffer. So, Your Highness, you have to make a decisive decision, otherwise you will suffer chaos. The signatures of these people also need the signatures of Li Xueshi, uncle and nephew.
Copy it carefully."
Looking at the smiling Liang Shicheng, Xiao Fengxian suddenly realized that compared with the long history of civil servants in the Celestial Kingdom, he had a long way to go as a traitor.
Nanjing City Wangyan Tower is a famous restaurant in the city. In the elegant room on the second floor, a group of loyal ministers and martyrs of the Liao Kingdom gathered.
They were headed by Concubine Wen's brother-in-law, Zuo Wuwei General Yelu Yujian, and gathered Xiao Sengge, Xiao Guanyin's nephew; Xiao Tao Suwo, the leader of the Khitan Tulu Bubu Department; Xiao Tabuye's grandson, Zhongshu Ling Xiao
Xiao Zhonggong, the son of Te Mo; Yelu Zhangnu, the younger brother of Taizu Yelu Abaoji and the queen of Yelu Diela.
As well as Yelu Yujian's friends, the famous Han officials Zuo Qigong and Yu Zhongwen. Among them, Yelu Dashi could only accompany him respectfully.
Several people who were worried about the country and the people were talking about state affairs, and suddenly they heard the sound of crying and shouting downstairs.
When I opened the window and took a look, I found hundreds of Han and Bohai slaves, their hands and feet chained together with iron shackles, and they were marching forward step by step under the whip of the prison officer.
Among these people, there are white-haired old men in their fifties and sixties, and young men of twelve or thirteen years old. They are as skinny as wood, their hands and feet are bruised to pieces by the iron shackles, and they walk hobblingly. But if they walk a little slower, they will be whipped down.
Blood and flesh splattered, and new wounds were added to the scarred back.
Next to them, there were women and children from their families, dressed in rags like beggars. They supported each other and followed them. When they saw their loved ones being whipped, they cried and screamed. They were even more miserable than if they were beaten on themselves.
"What's going on?" Yelu Yujian asked in surprise.
"The Yeluasi Party wanted to build six Jiangnan gardens for Your Majesty, and spent countless money and manpower to build only three of them. Your Majesty was not very satisfied, and the Yeluasi Party was very angry, so they ordered Han people to be issued from various places.
People from Bohai drag their families and their families to work as laborers."
Yelu Dashi replied in a deep voice.
"Nowadays, people everywhere are in dire straits and civil unrest continues. Why do we still use people's power so cruelly?" Xiao Taosu said angrily.
"Alas...what is good for those above is good for those below!"
"We can't continue like this. We must write a letter to remonstrate and invite the Emperor's uncle..."
Just as he was talking, a group of Gong Fenjun, who looked like wolves and tigers, pushed open the door and rushed in.
Seeing these people, the eyes of the leader, the Marquis, lit up: "Good guys, they are all here, so I don't have to run around running errands! Everyone, something has happened to you. According to His Majesty's decree, you will be arrested!" This chapter has been completed!
