The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 146 Stop Shooting, We Surrender
The black-clad man's expression changed, but his hands did not relax and he quickly opened the cell door.

"Fuer, I'll protect you out!"

Murong Fu was sure that the other party was here to rescue him, but he was confused: "Who are you?"

The man in black entered the cell and said calmly, "Take a closer look."

Murong Fu felt his voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. Then the other party came closer, and with the light from the torches outside, he could see the face of the man in black clearly.

He didn't recognize him at first sight, but after looking at him again, he seemed to have some impression of him. When the other party broke the chain and freed him, he suddenly felt a buzz in his head: "You are my father? You, you died a long time ago, didn't you?"

The man in black said in a low voice, "It's not easy for the Murong family to die. They just faked their death to deceive the outside world!"

Murong Fu was dumbfounded. Murong Bo died when he was a child, but he still had some impression of his appearance. Murong Bo often taught him to make the restoration of Great Yan his lifelong goal. He could not forget it. He recalled and said, "Dad, where have you been all these years after faking your death? I am so miserable all alone."

Murong Bo snorted coldly: "Those who have achieved great success in the past have all gone through untold hardships!"

At this moment, the sound of soldiers running outside was getting closer. Murong Fu could not hear what he said and said in a panic: "Dad, the government has crossbows, let's go quickly..."

Murong Bo stretched out his hand to grab the back of his neck and said coldly, "You useless thing, why are you panicking? Emperor Gaozu of Han was trapped at Baideng, Emperor Guangwu was in trouble in Jibei. If they were all as panic-stricken and foolish as you, how could they have founded a new country? You are just a narrow-minded fool. You have no composure and are not as good as Gou Jian and Han Xin. You are really ignorant and ignorant."

Murong Fu was horrified when he heard this and dared not to speak.

Murong Bo carried him and walked out of the prison door in a flash. At this time, the soldiers were nearby and shot arrows at them.

He did not break out to the prison exit either. Instead, he raised a colorful cassock in his hand, which seemed to be woven with all kinds of rare treasures and gold threads. He unfolded it with his internal force, and the cassock became like a shield, dancing like the wind, slightly blocking a wave of arrows.

Murong Bo did not move forward. He had already made a plan in his mind. He quickly moved to another area of the prison, dodged the arrows, and ran deep into the prison.

Just as he reached the end of the "癸" area of the prison, he suddenly let out a clear whistle, stomped his feet hard, and his body suddenly bounced up, like a cannonball, and crashed into the top of the prison.

He exerted his internal strength to the utmost, making a loud sound of breaking through the air. He reached the top of the prison and slapped it with his palm. The stones and wood above began to tear. His body's power continued unabated, and he rushed forward. There was a loud "boom" and he actually smashed a big hole in the roof of the prison, revealing bright starlight.

He placed one hand on the broken wooden beam above, took a breath, and rushed forward again. His body was like an iron bird, and the surrounding stones and wood were swept away by the strong energy. He had already jumped out of the cell with Murong Fu in his arms.

Outside, the moonlight was bright and the stars were shining. He had a relaxed expression on his face. But just as his body was suspended in the air and had not yet landed on the side, he suddenly heard a rather sarcastic "huh" coming from above.

He was suddenly startled, and then he saw a black shadow falling from the sky. The aura was as solid as Mount Tai, and it covered his head with a palm and pressed down towards him.

"Ah!" Murong Bo yelled. His body was still in the air with his feet not yet on the ground. The palm came at him head on. How could he resist it? He hurriedly waved his hands to meet the palm, but it felt as if a mountain was coming to crush him. He screamed and was instantly knocked back into the cell below.

The shadow was a majestic man in a black robe, and it was none other than Zhou, the supervisor of the Wude Division. After pushing Murong Bo back into the cell, he looked around and disappeared after a few flashes.

Murong Bo fell back into the prison, feeling dizzy and his blood boiling. He was attacked from the void and could not resist with all his strength. He had already suffered serious internal injuries from the palm strike.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Murong Fu and staggered to his feet, trying to walk away again. The soldiers had already surrounded them, and crossbows were shooting at them. They shouted loudly: "If you dare to move again, you will all be shot to death."

Murong Bo waved his robes, but how could he block all the arrows at this time? With a "puff" sound, his arm was hit by an arrow.

Murong Fu hid behind him, his face changed drastically, and he shouted hurriedly: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, we won't move, we surrender..." Murong Bo paused slightly when he heard this, and then he sighed deeply...

The Liao Kingdom went to the capital, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After feeding the eagle in the side room of the Guest House, Zhao Ti prepared to go to the Wenhua Hall of the Imperial Palace to attend a poetry reading.

Although Su Shi and Huang Shang could not participate in the poetry writing, it was okay for them to go and watch.

He talked to Wei Hanchen, Zhou Tong and the others, changed his clothes, and took the two of them out.

The Liao Dynasty Palace at this time was no better than that of previous periods. The palaces of previous emperors were rough and simple, with only one big character standing out, and there was nothing worth seeing.

However, during the reign of Yelu Hongji, it was rebuilt several times, making it magnificent and splendid, with carved railings and painted pillars, and luxurious everywhere.

When we arrived at the palace gate, we were greeted and then we went inside and headed straight for the Wenhua Hall. The Wenhua Hall was modeled after the palaces of the Song Dynasty. It was spacious and elegant, and was used specifically for hosting poetry gatherings and literary events.

When you walk into the hall at this time, you will see a bright red carpet in the middle of the floor. There are more than a hundred tables on the side, and many people are sitting there, young and old. Some are wearing Liao official uniforms, while others are just wearing Confucian robes.

On the other side of the red carpet, there are only three desks in the huge space, hanging alone on the left side of the hall, looking particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Ti touched his chin. How could this look like a martial arts contest? How could it look like a literary gathering? Yelu Hongji was too shameless. He didn't care about anything in order to win.

He stood and watched, and the people in the hall looked over and whispered.

Yuan Xiaoxian smiled and came forward: "The King of Yan's visit really makes Wenhua Palace glorious..."

She walked very close to Zhao Ti, her eyes were like clear water, a faint fragrance emanated from her body, her eyes moved around, as if she had countless words to say, but was hesitant to speak.

The scholars from the capital who were sitting nearby were stunned upon seeing this. Princess Cheng'an was the most beautiful rose and the most dazzling pearl on the grassland. She was always rude to any man and would not say much to other men. She was like a goddess in their hearts.

When they saw Princess Cheng'an and Prince Song in this state, they immediately became angry and looked at Zhao Ti with unfriendly eyes.

Hmm... Zhao Ti had a blank expression on his face. Was the little girl playing tricks again? Was she going to make herself the target of public criticism? However, he had come here to severely suppress these Liao scholars, to teach them what poetry and lyrics were, and that the Song Dynasty was the orthodox tradition of Chinese literature. He was not afraid of their hostility at all. The more hostile they were, the better. The more angry he was at this moment, the more frightened he would be later.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly and said, "Princess Cheng'an, have you forgotten what happened in the white mist?"

Yuan Xiaoxian's expression changed when she heard this, with a hint of anger, but then her face turned red, as beautiful as a spring flower. She lowered her head slightly, said nothing, turned around and walked back with lotus steps.

The scholars were stunned when they saw this. What was this white fog? What happened in the fog? Why did the princess blush? They were guessing wildly. Even those who had never spoken to Yuan Xiaoxian were heartbroken and looked at Zhao Ti with increasing anger.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly, walked to the other side of the red carpet where there were three tables and sat down, with Huang Shang and Su Shi accompanying him on his left and right.

After waiting for a while, someone announced, "Your Majesty has arrived."

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and looked into the hall.

(End of this chapter)