In Bianliang, Tokyo, the wind is cold, the leaves are yellowing, and the autumn mood is deep.
A waterside pavilion is covered by light curtains on all sides. When the breeze blows, the gauze curtains sway like mist or barriers.
This is a large house newly purchased by Yang Lin, and it is under Duan Miaozhen's name. It is prepared for her clan members who are about to come to Bianliang.
Princess Duan Miaozhen of Dali wore a soft cotton silk robe embroidered with weeping peonies, and listened to Ai Lang telling her how to protect the Duan family of Dali from persecution by Cai Jing in the court.
With both gratitude and admiration in her beautiful eyes, she leaned against Yang Lin's side, her beautiful eyes twinkling, her lips smiling, and her fair and slender bare hands peeling off the tender and juicy grapes, picking out the seeds and bringing them to Yang Lin's mouth. .
Yang Lin lowered his head, held her chin, and asked, "How did you do with the arrangements for you?"
Duan Miaozhen was poisoned by Yang Lin, and she felt dizzy at the sight of him, as if she had drunk wine, her cheeks were melting and charming.
"When someone helped her draw the lottery, she tried her best to steal fragrance and jade, but she never got anything. Ever since Begonia bloomed, I think of it now. It was the marriage that was signed, and she had to give up Shangguan Yun on her own so that Linlang could succeed. Part 1 The next time we went down the mountain, we saw Shangguan Yun having fun by the river. Xiao Nizi went back and lay on the bed crying for a long time, her eyes were red and swollen.
When the time comes, tell her again, "There is no sorrow until we are apart, and there is no joy until we get to know each other." At that time, it is time for you to meet under the willow tree and make her red luan star move. I am teasing her with a few words to make her miss her. , Only when you have thoughts in your dreams can you become a good match."
Yang Lin was very satisfied, took her into his arms, and said with a smile: "Baby Miaozhen is so sweet, how can I love you?"
Duan Miaozhen blushed all over her face and her pink cheeks were rosy. She struggled to turn over from his arms, lay on the ground and raised her head and said: "Miaozhen is yours, Lin Lang can feel pain as much as he wants."
Yang Lin was in high spirits, and just when he was about to hold the beautiful woman's shoulders and push her down, Lu Qian's voice came through the gauze curtain outside: "Young Master, something big happened in the northwest."——
A group of knights escorted Yang Lin as he galloped, while pedestrians on the road took cover.
"Thieves and thieves, insulting the soldiers, this must be the work of the Western Army!" Yang Lin cursed bitterly: "After all, they are a group of warlords who are not well-raised wolves. They are taking advantage of the border and self-respect." , His heart can be killed."
The guards around him did not dare to speak and allowed him to vent his dissatisfaction, but they did not take it seriously in their hearts.
In their view, the Western Army had been fighting for so long and countless people had died, so how could they provoke a war?
Yang Lin had calculated everything, but he never thought that while he had changed history, the history he was familiar with had already disappeared.
Because the Western Army wanted to protect themselves and caused these troubles on the border, the tyrannical Klei tribe embarked on the path of anti-Liao before the Jurchens.
The civil strife in Daliao originated not from the Jurchens in the northeast, but from Mongolia in the northwest.
In this way, Wanyan Aguda will definitely not miss the opportunity, and the Jurchens may also take action in advance.
The Khitan is like a behemoth plagued by all kinds of diseases. It is still unknown whether heroes will try their best to save the country this time, or whether it will end prematurely.
Yang Lin's greatest reliance, his foresight on the general trend of history, finally no longer exists.
The Mongolian Jurchens, one is more cruel than the other, and the other is more cruel and warlike. If these two guys carve up the Liao Dynasty, what will happen to the Song Dynasty?
Yang Lin would rather have a neighbor like Khitan than Jurchen and Mongolia as neighboring countries on the border grasslands.
Yelu Yanxi is so cute, Xiao Fengxian is a traitor to the Liao Dynasty, these two guys together are the patron saints of the Song Dynasty.
If it were those inhuman beasts from the Wanyan family, God knows how greedy they would be for the splendor of the Southern Dynasties.
When they arrived at Mingtang, Cai Jing and others had been discussing for a long time. When they saw Yang Lin coming in, everyone's faces looked happy.
"Wenyuan, why are you so late?" Cai Jing said with a smile.
He really had reason to be happy. Liang Shicheng's plan to conquer Yan, or the Western Army that Yang Lin was trying to protect, would be used by him in the future.
Once the war begins, he, as the prime minister, can preside over the overall situation and decide how the Song Dynasty should respond, and then the credit will be his.
Yang Lin clasped his fists and said, "Some trivial matters have delayed my journey. I wonder how the battle in the northwest is going?"
Gao Qiu said with some surprise: "I never thought that the Khitan would be so incompetent. Hundreds of thousands of troops fought in Wulianghai, but they were defeated by 70,000 people and fled. If I had known this, why would they have to go to the temple every year?
It would be better if the shame of Chanyuan is averted as soon as possible."
Yang Lin's heart suddenly sank. Did these birdmen only pay attention to the weakness of the Khitan and did not notice how powerful the Mongolians were, who had suddenly emerged as an army?
Cai Jing shook his head and said: "It's too early for Gao Dian Shuai to say this. Even if the Khitan lost a million, it still had people who could control the strings, soldiers with weapons, armored horses, and generals. On the other hand, the Kelie tribe had 10,000 dead.
It's a tough job. The Khitan, with its strong national power, will definitely not recover after a setback. This battle still needs to be fought."
Gao Qiu disagreed, but he didn't want to argue with Cai Jing. The old man was becoming increasingly powerful now. Gao Qiu had a tendency to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so he naturally refused to sing the opposite when he was in his prime: "What the Grand Master said makes a lot of sense."
Cai Jing was very satisfied with this wallflower and turned around and asked, "Who do Wen Yuan think we should support?"
Yang Lin pondered for a moment and said in a concentrated voice: "If the Kerei people are so devastating that Daliao is unable to resist, we should form an alliance with the Kerei people and take the opportunity to capture Youyan.
If Daliao counterattacks and the Kelie tribe cannot sustain it, we should secretly support the Mongols, provide them with food and supplies, and continue the war.
If the two sides are in a stalemate, we should sit on the sidelines and watch the losses of both sides, waiting to reap the benefits."
Cai Jing did not expect that Yang Lin had this idea. In his opinion, for the sake of the Western Army under his command, Yang Lin would definitely encourage the Western Army to participate in the war, thereby gaining a greater say. Then he could work with him and sit back.
He suppressed Liang Shicheng for his merits.
After all, for today's Cai Jing, Liang Shicheng's constraints on him are far greater than Yang Lin's.
If he had the opportunity to suppress any party, he would be willing to take action. The struggle for financial resources made him addicted and unable to extricate himself.
The time when he had the power to be the prime minister and his assistant had already made Cai Jing feel like a fairy. The feeling was dozens or hundreds of times more comfortable than enjoying good food, fine wine, and beautiful women.
"Wenyuan, you are in the northwest. Didn't you have a gentleman's agreement with the Kelie tribe? If the Khitan takes action, you will definitely report to His Majesty to send troops."
Yang Lin raised his eyebrows and cursed secretly: Damn you old thief, you actually know exactly what I said at the negotiation table. You also know when you sent someone to secretly investigate your grandson.
He was scolding in his heart, but Yang Lin spread his hands with a smile and said: "Enxiang, I have been a gentleman for so long. It is normal for me to be a gentleman once in a while for the sake of the Song Dynasty."——
The grassland was so big that the Kelie tribe won a battle and then rushed to the Uliang Sea to escape the wind and snow in Mobei with their yurts.
The Khitans chased for a while, killing many herdsmen from other tribes along the way, and returned with their heads to ask for credit.
The Khitan court had long been accustomed to rebellions among the Mongolian tribes, and this time they did not pay enough attention.
Although there were many people who died, they were all soldiers and horses from remote areas. Xiao Fengxian and others kept this from Yelu Yanxi and only said that there was another small rebellion.
The Klei tribe then had enough time to replenish themselves from Wulianghai and accumulate strength.
At this moment in Shangjing, the weather is already extremely cold. There is light snow in the sky that looks like powder.
Several Jurchens wearing fur hats were sitting and drinking in a tavern in Shangjing. Although Shangjing was not as good as Bianliang, it was surprisingly prosperous for the Jurchens. Even if the weather was cold, the streets and alleys were still crowded with people.
Wanyan Wuqimai took a sip of hot wine, wiped his mouth and said: "The Mongols are in the northwest, and the southerners are selling tea, horses, and salt. They live a very happy life. This time they killed hundreds of thousands of Khitan troops, and they became even more miserable.
It’s so beautiful, it’s ridiculous that the Khitan people who went to Beijing are still so comfortable and at ease, and don’t care about the military situation in the northwest.”
"The leader asked us to go to Shangjing to investigate the truth. I think it's just like this. There's no point in exploring it again. Why don't we go back and gather the warriors of the clan. We can also be famous and try out the Khitan dogs."
"The Klei tribe can gather 70,000 men to fight, but we can only have 2,000 men at most!"
Several Jurchens discussed for a long time. Wanyan Wuqimai clapped his glass and said: "So what if there are two thousand people? Wolves are chasing sheep and they never count how many sheep there are. This Khitan has long lost the spirit of the founding of the country."
, even if there are millions of troops, they are still vulnerable."
The few Jurchen men around him all became energetic and gathered around him, asking: "Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight?"
"Big brother asked us to come to the capital to find out the true and false status of the Khitan. Seeing that this place is nothing but a puddle of mud, if we don't do the opposite, how can we let them ride on top of us and dominate us?"