Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty - Chapter 896

After returning to the mansion, there was only a short time for Xiao Clan to take a shower and change clothes, and Xiao Siwen found a moment of peace. In addition, his ears are all crying from women.

　　 Finally, Xiao Siwen made a meaningless promise, and promised to continue to think of a way for Yelvxiyin tomorrow, which made her daughter go to sleep.

　　 The world was finally cleaned up, he returned to the bedroom, only the sound of rain was left.

　　 Xiao Siwen came back all the way, physically and mentally exhausted, flustered and weak, but couldn’t sleep, and his head started to ache, very uncomfortable. He smelled the breath of death, but he lacked energy and didn’t have much energy to taste the feeling of death.

　　 The Khitan people believe in Buddhism and Shamanism. Regardless of their beliefs, they believe that people have a soul after death. But the people who truly believe in these are illiterate herdsmen. People who are more advanced and think more, such as Xiao Siwen, do not believe so much.

　　 Sometimes Xiao Siwen imagined a kind of chaos and mystery in the dark, just like seeing magma surging in the dark. Sometimes he feels like he smells the decay in the soil, and feels that he is turning into dust, and then disappears without a trace… In the future, regardless of the past 100 years or thousands of years, he will never reappear, and all he gets is this seemingly short experience The life of a dream.

　　 He shivered in the rainy night, not because of the cold, but because of great fear. He is afraid of death, but what exactly is he afraid of, but at a loss… He doesn’t know what death is, how can he imagine it?

　　 But what people fear most is not ghosts, but unknowns.

　　 Unknowingly, the outside has turned white. Xiao Siwen felt as if he hadn’t fallen asleep all night, and also felt that he might have taken a few naps in a daze.

　　 He was quarreled by his daughter’s crying. Hearing the cries and noise, Xiao Siwen only felt a splitting headache. He didn’t understand what his daughter was crying at all, only a few sentences from time to time were a bit of an impression, such as “If Xiyin has a long and two shortcomings, she will not live.”

　　 Xiao Siwen put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, tidying up very messy. He usually cares about appearance, but today he is in a bad mood and has no thoughts.

　　 At this time, the servant reported to him, and Xiao Abdi asked to see him outside the door.

　　 Xiao Siwen hurriedly said without hesitation: “Hurry up and invite him to the lobby, immediately!”

　　 He patted his forehead, and then realized that the whole night last night was wasted in the useless sadness of spring and autumn, why didn’t he think about the plan of escape? To embark on the path of no return, some preparation is needed, and a loyal subordinate like Abdi can help one last time.

　　 “Don’t cry!” Xiao Siwen was furious, and immediately slowed down, “Go and see Abu Di for my father, and I will talk about Xiyin later.”

　　 Unexpectedly, when the daughter heard this, she said, “My daughter will also see Uncle Abdhi.”

　　 Xiao Siwen was helpless, and the father and daughter came to the lobby one after the other. They saw Abdi already standing and waiting in the hall. He was the only one. In Xiao Siwen’s situation, there were almost no guests in the house.

　　 Ah Budi pressed his hands on his chest, making a dumb gift to Xiao Siwen.

　　 Xiao Siwen sat down on a chair above and said, “It’s all brothers, no need to be polite.”

　　 Ah Bu is five big and three thick, with yellow teeth, a dark and rough face, and a silly martial artist with little knowledge. I am afraid there is only such a loyal martial artist who is still willing to come to see the old master at this time. Xiao Siwen said with some emotion: “I used to think you were reckless|reckless, but now in retrospect, I still want to follow me from beginning to end, and only you old brothers.”

　　 “Uncle Abdi…” Xiao Shi ran up to Abdi, crying|with a little whistling sound in his voice.

　　 Abbott touched his forehead, glanced at Xiao, and said, “I have something to talk to Xiao Gong.”

　　 Xiao Clan said, “Uncle Abdi, you also want to find a way to save Xiyin…”

　　 Absent-mindedly ignored, Ren Xiao cried and walked straight to the seat of Xiao Siwen. Xiao Siwen turned his head and prepared to listen.

　　 Suddenly, Abu Di reached out and took out a dagger from his arms! Xiao Siwen felt a cold light in front of him, and subconsciously felt that it was not good, and immediately wanted to jump up from his seat, but Ah Budi’s movements were too fast, too unexpected! Xiao Siwen felt a palm on his shoulder, and a biting chill came from his chest!

　　 Abu Di moved his left hand from Xiao Siwen’s shoulder, and instead pressed Xiao Siwen’s mouth that had just opened. “Puff|Puff! Puff|Puff…” He stopped for a moment, and exhausted his entire strength, stabbing Xiao Siwen a dozen times in the chest continuously.

　　 Xiao Siwen widened his eyes and looked at Abu Di with an unbelievable look, his pupils gradually enlarged, his hands and feet scrambling in the blood amber.

　　 Abbott’s face and whole chest were full of blood, and he stabbed it two more times before taking a few breaths and taking his left hand away from Xiao Siwen’s mouth. Xiao Siwen leaned back on the chair, his whole body covered in blood, staring, his mouth still open.

　　 “Clang!” Abu Di threw the iron sword in the corner, turned and left.

　　 He turned his head and saw that Xiao Clan had stopped crying, with tears on his face, standing stiff all over his body, staring at Xiao Siwen in shock.

　　 Abu looked at her again, took off the blood coat without saying a word, wiped a few times on his face, and threw it on the ground, before leaving the lobby quickly.

　　 Not far from the lobby door, she met a servant walking quickly toward the lobby. The servant looked around and said, “What happened?”

　　 “You will know if you go and see.” Abbott said.

　　The slave rushed to the lobby. Abu Di also ran away. There were no more people left in the Xiao Mansion. The gatekeeper at the gate was surprised, but he didn’t stop him. So Abdi hurried out of Xiao Mansion.

　　…Yelü Xiezhen was putting on armor with the help of several subordinates, and someone came in to report: “Master, the Great King of the North Court, Xiao Siwen, was stabbed to death by his fellow tribe, Xiao Abudi.”

　　 Yelu Xianzhen stopped slightly, and then asked after a moment: “How could the person who killed Xiao Simwen be Abudi?”

　　 came to humanity: “Abudi was interrogated, claiming that he had been deceived by Xiao Siwen before, and he did not see that Xiao Siwen was a loyal treacherous person. He was very embarrassed and outraged.”

The general next to 　　 calmly said: “In the end, it will see if he does not want to be implicated by Xiao Siwen, so he takes the first credit.”

　　 Yelu Xianzhen took a “hissing” breath and recalled, “Abudi, I know him. I didn’t really see that he still has such a mind.”

　　 He shook his head, too lazy to bother.

　　Yelü Xianzhen didn’t have many people around him when he changed his armor, but they were all masters in his new circle! Next to him was his half-brother Yeluhu’er, and Yang Dagon stood beside Yeluhu’er.

　　 Just now when talking about Xiao Siwen’s death, Yang Dagon didn’t say a word. He just said, “After the commander goes out, if Da Khan asks King Song and King Yue how to deal with it, what should the subordinate officials say?”

　　 Yelv Zhen looked sideways at Yang Dagon: “What’s the point of Yang Mansion?”

　　 His words seem to be testing Yang Dagon, after all, Yang Dagon used to be entwined with Xiao Siwen’s grievances and walked closer.

Yang Dagon didn’t change his face and said: “The King Yue has neither the strength nor the bravery. He looks like a literati, but he can open a side for his plea. But Song Wang (Xiyin) is violent and brave by nature, not the first time he has conspired. …”

　　 Yelv Xianzhen asked, “What does Yang’s matter mean, kill Xiyin?”

Yang Dagon said in a deep voice, “His father is Taizu’s son (Yelülihu), who has passed away; his grandmother, Empress Chunqin (Shuluping), has also passed away. Xiyin’s wife, Xiao, She is the second daughter of Xiao Siwen, but Xiao Siwen has completely fallen…now I can’t think of a reason to forgive joy and hide, but it is a hidden danger that can cause misfortune, which is really harmful and not beneficial.”

　　 Yelv Xianzhen listened and nodded with a very subtle movement, noncommittal.

　　 Yang Dagon bowed again and said: “This time the commander only needs to use his hands and feet to establish military prestige in the east, and no one will refuse to command the tribes!”

　　 Yelu Xianzhen asked: “The Gaoli army has passed the Yalu River, and Sheng Jurchen is also making trouble in the Yalu River King’s Mansion. Which side should the Daliao cavalry decide first?”

A general rushed to express: “Today, Xu Guogang and the Daliao covenant, should seize the opportunity to attack Goryeo first, to prevent Goryeo from restoring relations with Xu Guo, and secondly, as long as Goryeo is defeated, the birth of a Jurchen savage does not matter. “

Yang Dang waited for the general to finish, and then said without hesitation: “I can’t agree with you. The Goryeo Army is backed by the power of a country, and it is difficult to achieve immediate results. In contrast, the savages of the Nvzhen are no more than a group of fierce men. As soon as the army arrives, you can see the results immediately! The state-born Jurchen tribe insults my Daliao princess, burns and kills the princess | It’s shocking!”

Yelu Xiezhen listened, and looked at Yang Dagon with admiration: “Xiao Siwen had to protect the life of Yang Mansion before, thinking that you are an individual talent. In this regard, I share the same view with Xiao Siwen, and Yang Mansion is not only good at art of war. In the battlefield, strategy is also quite foreseeable.”

　　 Yang Dagon could hear these words, both expressing love and beating, telling Yang Dagon that there is a filthy point, and he must hold his thighs to live.

　　 Yang Dagon hurriedly bowed and said: “Thank you for his kind words, as long as the commander can stand up to it, the officials dare not take advantage of it?!”

　　 Yelv Xianzhen patted Yang Dagon on the shoulder meaningfully, lifted the iron sword, and decisively turned and walked out of the big tent. Outside the big tent, the sky was very clear and clean after the rain. There were tents on the green grassland. A large group of palace troops had gathered in front of them, with swords and guns like forests and flags like clouds.

　　 Yelu turned on his horse and yelled with his sword: “Those who betrayed Daliao will surely tremble under the iron cavalry of Daliao warriors and beg for mercy!”

　　 Numerous knights suddenly shouted loudly, and the grassland was suddenly shrouded in rough and majestic aura.