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

Chapter 142 Coveting the Big Eagle
Zhao Ti looked at the eagle, and the eagle also looked over at him with its two round eyes.

It made a threatening cry from its beak, as if it wanted to flap its wings and stand up to scare Zhao Ti, but it was seriously injured at the moment and could only barely move half of the posture before falling weakly to the ground.

The eagle had almost exhausted all its energy in its previous escape flight, and it was lucky to be able to run back to the nest.

Yuan Xiaoxian said: "This eagle is a little unusual. Ordinary eagles would have fallen long ago after being hit by three feather arrows, but this one can actually fly so far back home."

Zhao Ti looked at the eagle and pondered for a moment. If he took it away directly, it might die along the way. It would be better to treat its wounds first.

Although the eagle could no longer stand up, it was shrinking backwards desperately. The three feather arrows behind its tail were sticking out and hitting the stone wall hard, causing it to scream in pain.

Zhao Ti stepped forward and grabbed the eagle's wing base. The eagle raised its head and opened its beak to peck at him. Its beak was as big as a fist. If Zhao Ti was bitten by it, his bones would probably be broken and his flesh and blood would be shed.

Zhao Ti slapped the eagle's head to the side, then lifted its wings and turned it over. The eagle wanted to struggle but had no strength, and could only let out a cry of pain, and was finally slaughtered.

The three feather arrows behind its tail had penetrated deeply into its flesh and were considered vital points, but the eagle was large enough that it was not shot to death directly.

Zhao Ti raised his hand to pull out the arrow. The arrows used to shoot birds were not wolf-tooth arrows, but narrow, pointed prismatic arrows. Wolf-tooth arrows had greater resistance when fired into the air, and their speed was not as fast as that of prismatic arrows, and they could easily smash flying birds directly.

He slowly pulled out the arrow, then took out some medicine and sprinkled it on the wound. He then tore off his clothes and wrapped the sculpture into the shape of a rice dumpling, tied a knot on it, picked it up and walked out of the cave.

There was panic and confusion in the eagle's eyes, and it even stopped wailing, not knowing where it was being taken.

After going down the hill, we came to the white fog maze. It was almost evening and the fog had dissipated a lot. We passed through here and returned to the big tree where we tied the horse. We saw Black Rose eating grass with her head down. When she saw Zhao Ti coming back, she let out a long "xi liu liu" sound.

Yuan Xiaoxian looked at him with her clear eyes: "King Yan, why don't you untie my acupuncture points?"

Zhao Ti hung the eagle on Black Rose, then raised his hand to untie her acupoints in mid-air and climbed onto the horse.

Yuan Xiaoxian said: "King Yan, I also want a share of this eagle. Please wait for me. I will help my two nephews to untie the acupoints and will be back soon." As he said that, he flew towards the direction of the temple.

Zhao Ti looked at her back, thought for a moment, patted Black Rose, and the horse turned around and ran towards the grassland.

It was already dusk on the prairie. The wind blew the grass low. A huge rouge-colored sunset hung in the west, almost occupying the entire sky.

Zhao Ti looked at the setting sun. The red and yellow light cast down coldly, setting off the bleak autumn scenery. The world seemed extremely lonely and desolate.

With an expressionless face, he hurried back to the hunting camp. On the way, he met Huang Shang and Su Shi, and they returned together.

It was getting dark when they arrived at the camp. A bonfire was lit and the soldiers were roasting meat on the fire. The aroma filled the air. A hungry wolf in the grass in the distance flashed green eyes and swallowed its saliva, not daring to move forward.

When Yelu Hongji saw Zhao Ti returning with the eagle, he could not help but be overjoyed. When he saw that the eagle was still alive, his smile became even bigger. After all, it seemed to be a newly-adult bird, and it might be possible to tame it.

But just as he was about to offer the reward and take the sculpture, he couldn't help frowning. As Zhao Ti was a prince of the Song Kingdom, he could not be given an official title. But even if he was from the Liao Kingdom, it would be difficult for him to be given an official title. Princes were all of the first rank, and the one above them was the emperor!
He thought for a moment and said angrily, "Empress Zhao has shown great courage, but his official rank cannot be increased. I will give this eagle to him as a reward, and give him another hundred gold coins."

Zhao Ti smiled slightly when he heard this. It was just as he expected. If he had not calculated that he might bring down the eagle, he would not have brought it back at all. He would have just healed its wounds and left it at that.

He then returned to the location of the delegation. At that time, the Song soldiers were also barbecuing. He sat by the campfire and tore off a piece of raw meat to feed the eagle.

Although the eagle was wrapped in cloth, it had already felt the arrow behind it disappear. With the application of medicine, the pain was much relieved. It roughly understood in its heart that the two-legged beast was treating its injuries.

It was hungry at the moment, and it hesitated at first when Zhao Ti fed it meat, but later it couldn't help but started eating.

Seeing this, Zhao Ti laughed and said, "You are a spineless person, unlike those eagles who still need to endure it for a while."

The eagle had no idea what he meant, but as long as he didn't roast himself on the fire, he would eat when he was hungry.

At this time, a man walked to the Liao army's campfire not far away. He was the young man beside Yelu Hongji during The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

The young man's face was a little red at the moment, obviously he had drunk some wine. He approached and looked at the eagle with a covetous look in his eyes. He said, "Messenger Zhao Song, can you sell this eagle to me?" Zhao Ti continued to tear off a piece of meat for the eagle and said, "You are..."

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Yelu Yanxi, and Princess Cheng'an is my sister."

Zhao Ti looked up and looked at him. Is this the last emperor of the Liao Dynasty, Emperor Tianzuo?

"What do you want to buy it with?"

"Anything is fine. Gold, silver, jewelry, beautiful servants. As long as the Zhao Song envoy says it, I can do it." Yelu Yanxi rubbed his hands.

"Can you do it?" Zhao Ti smiled slightly. "I am here as an envoy to the Liao Kingdom only to deliver the letter. If you can make it happen, why not give you this sculpture?"

"About the imperial letter?" Yelu Yanxi was stunned when he heard this: "Are you talking about the war horses?"

"It's a war horse." Zhao Ti nodded.

"This..." Yelu Yanxi looked embarrassed: "It's no use for me to tell His Majesty about this matter. His Majesty has made his own decision, and no one dares to interfere."

Zhao Ti shook his head: "Then I can't give you this sculpture."

Yelu Yanxi took a breath and said, "Can't the Zhao envoy exchange something else?"

Zhao Ti smiled but said nothing. At this time, a girl in palace dress came over from a distance. It was Yuan Xiaoxian who had returned. She came close to Zhao Ti and said with gritted teeth, "The King of Yan is not a trustworthy person."

Zhao Ti said with a smile: "Princess Cheng'an, your brother asked for an eagle, do you want one too?"

Yuan Xiaoxian said: "I found this carving, how can the King of Yan monopolize it?"

Yelu Yanxi beside him wondered, "Sister, if you found it, why is it in the hands of the Zhao envoy now?"

Yuan Xiaoxian blushed and said, "Thirteen, don't worry about it. Come back with me first. I have a way..."

Zhao Ti looked at the two people whispering as they walked and shook his head. It was impossible to get the big eagle.

In a blink of an eye, a few days passed and the autumn hunt was over. That afternoon, Yelu Hongji issued an order to move the camp and set up tents. Zhao Ti led the delegation to follow and returned all the way to Shangjing...

Tokyo City, vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple.

Wang Yuyan looked at the middle-aged scholar in blue shirt with a look of surprise and wondered how this was possible.

The other party said that he was her great-grandfather. Her mother only told her about her grandparents, but she had never heard of who her great-grandfather was. Since he never mentioned him, he must be dead.

What's more, this man doesn't look old. If his great-grandfather were still alive, he would definitely not be so young.

She took a step back, eyes full of caution: "Sir, I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I don't even know my great-grandfather's name or appearance, how can I recognize him?"

The middle-aged scholar in green shirt nodded: "Li Qingluo doesn't know these things. Since you are my successor, I will explain them to you in detail."

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "I don't recognize you, and I don't want to inherit your legacy. Sir, please stop blocking the way and let me wait."

At this time, Tong Guan walked over from behind and said, "Where did you come from? If you block my way again, don't blame me for being rude."

The middle-aged scholar in blue shirt slowly turned his gaze to him: "Oh, how can you be so rude?"

(End of this chapter)