Chapter 220 The good news spreads to Bianliang like clouds (for Fengmeng 1/156)
In the Song army camp, there was a short, fat man in black, with his molars exposed when he smiled.
Song Jiang rolled his eyes, with an exaggerated expression and a frivolous tone: "Hahahaha, if I don't fight him, he won't have the slightest chance."
Wang Chaoli nodded and said, "Yes, as long as the news comes, the morale of the Dali army will inevitably collapse."
Song Jiangdao: "Send someone to write to Shaozai quickly. The first step of the Dali battle we planned in advance is about to be completed. It's time to start the next step of the plan."
The second step is to let Emperor Duan Zhengchun of Dali and the entire royal family, with a steady stream of Song soldiers arriving, kill all the tyrannical tribes in Dali, completely abolish the feudal system here, and lay the groundwork for future reform.
Good foundation.
As for the third step, it is to invite the hard-working Dali royal family to go to Bianliang and become a happy and wealthy man.
The Song soldiers retreated ten miles and set up camp on the mountainside on the side of Lijiang.
If Gao Taiming had crossed the river to attack, it would probably have been faster. He could only watch them retreat back to the mountain like ghosts shrinking into turtle shells.
As a result, the Song people were in an invincible position, and Gao Taiming knew that no matter how many people he killed, the situation would not be stable.
For the present plan, we can only retreat to the Cangshan area, take the loyal lords with us, and fight with the Song people and the hateful Dali royal family.
The news that the capital of Dali had been captured spread throughout the armies, the mood was furious, and morale was greatly boosted.
On the Dali side, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and soldiers were distracted, and each tribe had its own selfish motives. An elite force that resisted Tibet was gradually reduced to scattered sand.
When the Dali soldiers and horses began to retreat, the Song army, which was condescending, began to pursue them arrogantly.
At this time, the bloodshed in Yangyime City was almost as bloody as the battlefield. Duan, who had been suppressed for a long time, was like a madman.
This royal family, which believed in Buddhism, was not kind-hearted when it came to killing people, which made all the generals of the Western Army feel numb.
I was originally worried that Duan Zhengchun wouldn't be able to kill him in public in public, but who would have thought that he would chop and stab the prince until he couldn't even look like a human being.
Every bald old monk in the Dali royal family seemed to be possessed by a murderous god. Almost all members of the Gao clan were not left alive.
The harder you suppress it, the more intense the explosion will be——
The bright moon hangs high, and the people are intoxicated with life and money.
In Bianliang City and Zhaode Square, wax lanterns glowed brightly, and the spring scenery was laid out; silk and bamboo orchestral music, orioles and orioles sang, and Yang Lin and a few friends had a banquet, which added to their enjoyment.
After killing Li Yan, the officials fined him half a year's salary moderately, and then sent someone to the Yang Mansion to give him a jade Ruyi.
Why didn't Yang Lin understand that he gave a lot of the people's wealth and money that Li Yan had plundered to Zhao Ji's inner palace? Only then did he know what kind of person Li Yan was.
And the Yang Qing family, in order to hide this huge amount of money for themselves to spend, actually took on all the notoriety, which is simply touching.
Outsiders don't know what's going on, and they just think that they are the holy family of Yang Lin. They have reached such a level, and they seem to have the meaning of surpassing the hidden Prime Minister Liang Shicheng.
Liu Qingshui drank too much and became wild. He took off his shirt in front of the audience, exposing his bare arms and skin that was whiter than a woman's.
Yang Lin cursed secretly, patted the blushing Jin'er next to him, and said, "Go and make a pot of the fine tea I brought back. I ate too much oily and fishy food today. I need to scrape my intestines."
Jin'er fled here as if running away, and waited for half the night without bringing tea in.
Yang Lin pointed at Liu Qingshui and said, "How can a man who is about to get married and have children be so carefree?"
Liu Qingshui put down her wine glass and sighed, "If it weren't for my sister's advice, I really don't want to get married."
Yang Jian and Yang Lin looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Unlike the two of them, Liu Qingshui was a typical person with good fortune.
It is normal for such people to be childish. People like me need to work hard to achieve this status.
Yang Jian stood up and said: "It's getting late. Our house is different from yours. Once the forbidden door is closed, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will not let anyone in."
"Get some water, let's take care of my brother."
The two people sent Yang Jian out of the door, waved goodbye, and then returned to the hall.
Yang Lin pretended to be unintentional and asked: "Has the imperial concubine felt better after she moved into Genyue? The last few times I saw her, she looked like a vegetarian worshiping the Buddha. It was very distressing to see her."
Speaking of this, Liu Qingshui felt a little better and said: "When I arrived at Genyue, I was no longer under the control of Liang Shicheng. My sister can often go home to visit relatives, and she felt much happier."
Yang Lin rolled his eyes and said, "That's good, that's good."
Liu Qingshui rested his arms on his head, lay down on the railing, and asked: "Da Lang, you said our brothers are so happy, why do we want to marry and have children? I can't even live like this. If I have
Got a son”
Yang Lin smiled and said: "You have matured after you have a son. This time I went to Jiangnan and worked hard to find my son. Although I traveled across mountains and rivers, I was very happy in my heart. Since ancient times, flesh and blood are connected, and blood is the same. If there is no one
If you have a son and a half daughter, then what’s the point of living?”
The two brothers were chatting for a long time, when a fast horse was galloping from the official road.
The next day, the school captain was ordered to urge the horse into Bianliang, bringing news of the southwest war.
News of the war in Dali came, and Bianliang was boiling again. It turned out that the Song Dynasty had been suffering for so long in order to break out together.
News of good news came one after another. It had not been long since the Western Xia Dynasty was destroyed, and the victory at the Imperial Ancestral Temple was still the talk of the people.
At this time, news came that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty had captured the capital of Dali. Although they were not old enemies like Xixia, it was enough to make people feel encouraged.
Yang Lin, who accomplished this, once again gained authority in the temple, and Zhao Ji beamed with joy.
Shenzong and Zhezong worked diligently and diligently in state affairs, but in the end they encountered obstacles everywhere.
I was living happily and carefree, playing Cuju, painting, growing flowers, and visiting gardens, and unexpectedly, one by one, great achievements fell from the sky.
Only the chosen one has such auspiciousness. If he is not the Holy Lord of Shenxiao Palace or the Great Emperor of Immortality, who is?
Just above the Golden Palace, Zhao Ji personally granted Yang Lin the title of Kinmen's Feather Guest, who would rush to the Harmony Palace to serve in the morning, and all kings and clans must avoid him when they meet on the way.
Yang Lin repeatedly declined and only accepted the first two titles. As for the prince, the clan would make way for him, so he refused.
After the dispersion of the dynasty, Yang Lin went straight to Genyue and found Zhao Ji to advise him on his three steps to destroy Dali.
Zhao Ji gave him full authority to handle the matter and took command of the southwest. He continued to live happily. Now he was convinced that Yang Lin was his divine servant and he paid no attention to state affairs.
Yang Lin frowned, thinking to himself that it wouldn't be a problem if things went on like this in the long run, but let's finish the big things at hand first.
After returning home, government orders were issued one after another from Yang Lin's study. All the southwest roads, armies, and state troops were all moving closer to the border. A purge sweeping Dali was about to begin.
Li Yunniang brought people in with basins of ice cubes, stuffed them into the dark room, wrung out a handkerchief herself, stepped forward and said, "Da Lang, you have been tired for a few days. Let's take a good rest tonight."
Yang Lin took the handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Where is Yang Tianle?"
"I slept well in Mrs. Miao Lian's yard."
Yang Lin nodded, his big hands roamed over the woman's plump body, and said: "I have been absent from work for three days for state affairs. You send someone to the Concierge Hotel tonight to call Duan Miaozhen. Now it is her last time."
When I am grateful to you, I will definitely serve you well. When she knows the truth, don’t even think about it."