Being used by others to talk about himself in his words, Yang Huairen found it very interesting.

I'm in control?

Yang Huairen is not so arrogant, but judging from the current situation, it seems that they are developing in the direction he expected.

is still the same truth, Yang Huairen, as a modern person a thousand years later, he does have much more knowledge than the ancients, but if he can really crush the ancients in terms of IQ, he can press the ancients to the ground and rub them at will, he thinks it is impossible.

If he is facing simple ordinary people, he can still deal with it easily, but if it is those people in the court who are used to playing tricks, Yang Huairen does not dare to guarantee it, he is still self-aware.

Pretending to be stupid with them and using some ghost ideas to make some cheap, Yang Huairen thinks it's no problem, but when it comes to big things, Yang Huairen also feels that his little Taoism is completely insufficient.

In the Great Song Dynasty alone, Yang Huairen used to be very jealous of the Empress Dowager Gao, and later the person in power was replaced by Zhao Xu, and Yang Huairen did not dare to take it lightly, none of these people were easy to fool.

Although the Khitans don't like to read and have a reckless temperament, there are also people who are good at playing with power, Yelu Hongji is a good example, but he is now old and a little powerless.

As for others, Yang Huairen hasn't seen it yet, he can only say that his time in Liao is too short, and his understanding of the affairs in the Liao court is very limited.

But I don't know, it doesn't mean that there isn't, Yang Huairen should still be careful.

So Yang Huairen doesn't like to deal with these people who like to play with power, there is a reason for him, just like dancing with a wolf, if he doesn't dance well and takes a wrong step, it will easily become a delicacy for evil wolves.

Sister Ghost's words were a reminder and a warning, Yang Huairen was a little confused, and wanted to ask more details, Sister Ghost had already run away, and the moment she disappeared into the firelight, she looked back at him with a smile and waved her hand.

Yang Huairen also raised his hand and waved, looking at the ghost sister looking like a young girl, and a little confused, a strange woman, speaking strangely, as if she could never touch her pulse.

It's just that Yang Huairen remembered the clueless words of Sister Ghost in his heart, and there was no way to sleep in peace.

It's not as simple as I thought? Yang Huairen said to himself, what is not simple? Is Yelu Hongji not simple, or Yelu Yanxi and Xiao Sabi not simple, or is there any other person who is not simple?

Will tomorrow's events go in the direction he expected? If there is a big change, how will he deal with it?

Just tossed and turned, Yang Huairen tossed until the second half of the night, and was confused for a while.

Before dawn, the camp was bustling with activity, and almost all of them were summoned to a flat meadow by the men sent by Jeluhonki, facing the east, ready to bow down to the rising sun.

Although this is the traditional etiquette of the Khitan people to celebrate the bowl festival, Yang Huairen, as a guest, can only be a guest.

The ceremony was a bit spectacular, and when the first rays of sunlight shone from the skyline, Yelu Hongji led the crowd to begin a devout worship, muttering a large number of ancient Khitan languages, with a solemn rhythm, like an ancient poem.

At that moment, all the Khitan people had gratitude written on their faces, grateful to the sun for bringing them life and bringing them a better and better life.

Ancient poems were also sung in the crowd, one by one, echoing in the ears, floating on the vast grassland, and with the rhythm of the rhythm, the black sky gradually turned into a deep blue.

When the sun was completely out of the skyline, the ceremony was over, and Yeluhongji's eyes were already hazy, and two lines of old tears hung on his old cheeks.

He smiled and spoke to the crowd again, and then the servants brought their horses, which were ready to go hunting at once.

One of the squires threw himself down on the side of the steed, curled up face down and with his back up, to serve as a human stool for Yeluhonki.

couldn't help Yelu Hongji kick him away, and he skillfully turned over on the horse, without reducing the majesty and domineering of the year.

Maybe it was Yang Huairen's eye thief, the moment he found that Yelu Hongji turned over and got on the horse, his waist seemed to be unable to bear his weight and such a violent movement, and Yelu Hongji's eyes and eyebrows twitched.

It's just that this time is too subtle, and the Khitans are still immersed in the piety and excitement of worshiping the sun, and no one notices this.

Yang Huairen also sighed in his heart, a generation of heroes, after all, is old. Maybe he wants to try his best to show his demeanor in front of the ministers, but unfortunately the years are not forgiving, and the generation of Khitan Tianjiao has also reached its twilight years.

There is no time for Yang Huairen to sigh, although he is not very good at riding a horse and archery, let alone how to hunt, but as a person with a golden sword and a horse who is about to become the princess of Anguo today, he also has to go hunting.

In fact, there are not many people who can really follow Yelu Hongji to hunt, they are the most powerful people in the Khitan court, and there are only twenty or thirty of them, Yang Huairen is the only one who is not a Khitan, but he is the future uncle of the Khitan, and he also has this honor.

Brother Hei Niu seemed a little worried about letting Yang Huairen just follow a group of Khitans out on horseback, and the old man of Yelu Bawotai rode over and said very closely, "Your Majesty specially wants you to follow, it is important to you."

It doesn't matter if you don't know how to hunt, follow me, go out for a run early in the morning, you'll be in a much happier mood, and later, your wedding to the princess will be held, and you should remember to conserve your strength. ”

Nearly thirty horses rode in front and galloped wildly, followed by a hundred close guards riding Yelu Hongji, a distance of about two hundred paces, which would not disturb Yelu Hongji's hunting, and could rush to the rescue in case of emergency.

Yang Huairen only rode a horse to follow, but he did not bring a bow and arrows and weapons, and he also knew in his heart that he, a golden sword and a horse, was purely a number.

Yelu Hongji's arrangement was also a means to win him over, and it was to show other important ministers of the court that he valued Yang Huairen, regardless of whether he was a Khitan or not.

The crowd rode their horses and galloped a long distance north, and when they turned around, they could not see the camp anymore, but the mountains to the north were showing more and more clearly in front of them.

As a royal pasture, there are no wild cattle and sheep living here, but there are some hares on the grassland, and when they see people, they run and jump quickly, and after a while, they disappear into the grass and disappear.

Seeing hares and even voles on the grassland fleeing from time to time, Yelu Hongji did not mean to draw a bow and arrows, which made Yang Huairen feel that this hunt was just part of the ceremony, or Yelu Hongji felt that shooting a few rabbits was a very boring thing and could not show his hunting skills.