In late spring, the young branches are turning green. The spring breeze is mixed with the lingering cold,
The Song army in Xingqing Prefecture left several defense envoys to guard the new cities, and then carefully selected soldiers to prepare for the victory in Bianliang.
Near Hehuang, the Song army attacked the city with all its strength, but the Tibetans could not resist it and had no choice but to surrender.
Yao Gu collected the remnants of the Tubo tribe, installed temporary officials, and left more than ten thousand soldiers. He took the leaders of the four tribes and rushed to join the defenders of Xingqing Mansion.
The two sides met in Jingzhou, and no one from the Xixia royal family died, but all were detained in the army.
Yang Lin stretched his waist and came out of the government office, and was immediately startled.
There were seven or eight generals standing at the door, all looking at him with smiles.
"When did you all come? Why are you so neat? Huh? General Yao, weren't you fighting against Tibet in Hehuang?"
Zhong Shidao led everyone and clasped their fists together and said: "Young Zai, Tubo is a clown, and it has been recovered. We and the entire division are ready to go to Bianjing to show victory. We only need to give the order from the Young Zai."
, and you’re ready to go.”
Yang Lin originally planned to leave, but for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable.
In his plan, these veteran generals of the Western Army are not fools, they should understand their situation.
Except for Qin Long, the Song Dynasty did not have any army, and the general had the power of the Western Army.
If they want to maintain their power, don't they know that they need to find a backer? They are as tired as their second grandson, and they let their men search for beauties in Yan'an Mansion. Isn't this just to give them a signal and an opportunity?
You must know that Qin Qingqing was found and offered up, but Yang Lin didn't even look at it on the first night and fell asleep.
Now these military generals are happily going to Bianliang. If they can't get along with them, they will probably be able to drink and release their military power after the victory. These veteran generals can stay away from their own territory, buy maids in Bianliang, live in luxury houses, and hang out.
Waiting to die from eating.
To be honest, Yang Lin didn't want to see this situation. Once the Western Army was also directly controlled by the imperial court, it would inevitably be like other Song armies. The soldiers did not know the generals, the generals did not know the soldiers, and their combat effectiveness gradually declined to mediocrity.
It's hard for me to do this if you are so blind. Isn't there someone who can surrender his name and get on the pole to protect you?
Yang Lin sighed and said: "In that case, let's set off. I have been away from Bianjing for a long time, and the Holy Emperor has issued an order, which was transmitted last night, asking me to return to Beijing as soon as possible."
When the generals heard this, they realized that Yang Shaozai was indeed an unparalleled leader, and the official family could not stay away from this close minister for a moment.
How did they know that when Zhao Ji heard that he wanted to show off his victory, he was afraid that he would not be able to create such a grand scene if he let others do it.
Yang Lin was an expert in this area, and several big scenes were breathtaking, so he was ordered to hurry up and return to Beijing early.
The generals didn't know what was going on, and they further determined that Yang Lin was the most popular person in the imperial court. Coupled with the fact that he was the number one scholar in the last orthodox imperial examination, his future was unlimited.
If you want to keep the power of the Xijun family, you must get close to this big tree. Everyone looked at Yang Lin eagerly.
Everyone had their own thoughts and rode back east, heading towards Yan'an Mansion——
In the study room of Lao Zhongxiangong in Yan'an Prefecture, the candlelight flickered, making the two figures on the wall keep shaking.
The eldest son had a gully in his chest and was quite like his father. Unfortunately, he died in the battle at Tiandu Mountain. The second son was brave and good at fighting and refused to give in to his father and brother. As a result, he was hit by an arrow and died. It should be tetanus.
Up to now, there is only one young daughter left. Fortunately, his younger brother, Zhong Shizhong, gave birth to many sons in his family, which can be regarded as leaving the bloodline to the family.
Looking at his brother who is getting older and older, the cultivator's mind went back to twenty years ago in a daze:
The bedroom was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the two brothers looked at the old man on the bed with sorrowful faces.
The old man inside the curtain was dying, and his palms were shriveled and weak, but he still tried his best to stretch forward.
Zhong Shidao, who was kneeling beside the bed, held his father's hand tightly and said, "Don't worry, father, I will run the Zhong Family Army well and not let the Zhong Family decline in the hands of my brother and me."
The old man smiled happily, patted the back of his hand with both hands encouragingly, and then hung down weakly, making no sound anymore.
Facing the wailing Zhongshi, Zhongshi Dao gently stroked his back and said in a warm voice: "From now on, you and I, brothers, will build up the lintel of the Zhong family together."
Flashing back to his thoughts, Master Zhong looked at his elder brother, who had both beard and hair. He had fulfilled his oath. The Zhong family had surpassed the Zhe family, the Yang family, and the Yao family in the Western Army. His brother was also the well-deserved number one in the Western Army.
Will.
Now Xixia has been wiped out and a century-old wish has been fulfilled, but what happens next?
If there is no support, the civil servants in the court will inevitably come together to stab their flesh and blood, and the Western Army outside the Song Dynasty's military system will completely collapse.
"Yang Shaozai is an important minister in the court. It is absolutely impossible for him to marry a daughter of the Western Army family. If you want to ask for his blessing and help maintain the status quo of the Western Army in the temple, I think you will be wronged Taotao."
The Taotao they are talking about is the young daughter of Zhongshi Dao, whose nickname is Zhongguiwei.
Zhong Shidao chuckled and said: "For the sake of the rise and fall of a clan, many men in the clan have shed blood without hesitation. There is a spirit under the spring, and my father's hope will make me go through fire and water without hesitation, so why bother with a daughter? Besides, as long as I
With me waiting outside to provide strong support for Shao Zai, even if she enters the Yang Mansion, who would dare to take her as a concubine."
"The ancients said that when the water is clear, there will be no fish, and people without ambition are the most terrible thing, and they will never get along with each other. I don't care what Yang Lin did. His hands are poisonous and his heart is evil. His personal integrity is damaged, but his righteousness is not compromised. The most important thing is,
He is young."
Zhong Shizhong nodded, convinced that being so young was a big advantage, and making friends with him meant that he would have a backer in the court for a long time to come.
Cai Jing, Zeng Bu, Liang Shicheng and others are all middle-aged, and now they are well matched in the court. Even if they are still a little behind, I believe they can slowly catch up in the future.
More importantly, other forces are already saturated, and they may not care about the hot potato of the Western Army.
Yang Shaozai still lacks a lot of vassals under his command. It is said that there is only one Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Rites, who was promoted by Shaozai himself——
The wind blew against the window eaves, making it difficult to sleep late at night.
The Western Army longs for Yang Shaozai's protection, and Yang Shaozai also longs for the Western Army's rewards.
He made an expression in vain, and no one has expressed it yet. Yang Lin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
How could a general family, the northwest barrier, be so stupid and upright?
With an ouch, he felt teeth scratching under his body. Yang Lin looked down and saw Qin Qingqing looking up at her pretty face, soft and timid, with a look of fear of making a mistake, which made her eyes red with fear.
The red one said aggrievedly: "I have never been a slave before, so I am so unfamiliar."
Yang Lin sighed in his stomach. A girl as beautiful as Qingqing would have had at least dozens of people chasing after her in his own time.
But here, the best destination for a beautiful woman from a poor family is to become a concubine in a rich family. If they marry into a poor family, their beauty often brings not luck, but disaster. In short, it is best to follow yourself.
Yang Lin explained it to himself.
Thinking of this, the guilt disappeared. Yang Lin patted her cheek and said with a smile: "Practice more while the master is outside. When I return to Bianliang, you may not be able to do it."
Qin Qingqing burst into tears and smiled. She blushed and got into her master's arms, beating her with her pink fists in embarrassment.
Yang Lin's thoughts had long drifted outside the window. The northwest was an important link, especially after the destruction of Xixia and the opening of the access to the Western Regions and Mongolia, the location here became even more important.
Alas, if they don't come again, I won't hold them back and come to your door.