The Song army who was in a hurry at the foot of the mountain luckily extinguished the poisonous weeds in time, but the next words of the messenger silenced all the soldiers.
"Daming Mansion has fallen!"
In the second year of the Qingli reign of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty, the imperial court ordered the construction of a capital called "Beijing" in history. It was the only capital of the Song Dynasty. Daming Mansion had a population of more than one million, the city wall was strong and indestructible, and it was very important to radiate the terrain of the Central Plains.
"Even if I think hard, I can't figure out how to lose Daming Mansion." Hu Yantong, with a white cloth wrapped around his arm, said in shock.
He couldn't figure it out, and Yang Lin couldn't figure it out either, how a good situation could end up like this.
As soon as he had a little power, he worked hard and planned secretly, and the layout has now come to fruition. At this time, Yang Lin, like the old farmers outside Daming Mansion, all failed when they were about to see the harvest.
Emotions such as irritability, depression, and anger suddenly broke out, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly rose to the sky.
Yang Lin was extremely angry, but instead of cursing as usual, his whole body became cold. He glanced around with gloomy eyes, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of poisonous weeds.
Looking at Jia Xian, he said sarcastically: "Perhaps the wind prevented us from going back today and we lost all the poisonous weeds."
Yang Lin shook his head and said: "Keep it, save it, and use it if you can't keep it all in the future." After saying that, he said to the generals: "Since the military situation has changed, follow me back to the big tent, and let's discuss a countermeasure."
After patting the dust on their buttocks, these young generals were very happy just now with Shaozai poisoning their own people. But now their faces became heavy. A cold fact was placed in front of them. The hard battle on the front line may have become a nightmare.
Bubble.
"Now the mistake has been made. What happened in the past will not help. I will only talk about future arrangements." Yang Lin pointed to the sand table and sighed: "The hope of Jurchen Bei dragging him to death in Youyan is already very slim.
We need to divide a force that can definitely win the battle and go south to wipe out this group of Jurchen Tatars who are making waves in Nezha."——
In Bianliang City, the wind direction changed drastically.
On the outskirts of Genyue, at the headquarters of Long Live Camp, a group of craftsmen are still carefully carving this unique garden.
A group of red-tasseled imperial troops surrounded the place. Outside the Long Live Camp were a group of trained dead soldiers, but when they arrived at the real base camp, they were all genuine craftsmen.
The imperial soldiers filed in and kicked open the middle door. The leader was Cao Hong, the commander in front of the palace. Behind him, there were seven or eight people standing, who were obviously eunuchs from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"Who is Yin Muhong?"
A middle-aged scribe stood up from the pile of books in the middle. He was handsome, elegant and elegant. "I am Yin Muhong."
"The suspect Yin Muhong is spreading rumors to stir up trouble, confuse people's minds, and has evil intentions. He's here and he's been kidnapped."
Yin Muhong winked quietly, and everyone in the Long Live Camp saw it.
At the same time, at the gate of Xiu Tower, a group of forbidden troops were like wolves and tigers, driving the crowd away and posting seals.
Xiulou has become the center of wealth in Bianliang and even the world. It is difficult for any merchant to get rid of it, unless you do business without using silver notes. Now fewer and fewer people are willing to go out to do business with gold, silver and copper coins.
Daming Mansion fell, the Central Plains was exposed to the Jin soldiers and cavalry, and no Xiang army along the route was able to fight. Wanyan Xiyin was about to complete a feat, and an army overthrew a huge empire. The imperial court issued notices everywhere, allowing all states to
The government recruited brave soldiers and went to Bianliang to serve the king.
At this time, Liang Shicheng suddenly attacked and took out a letter written by Yang Lin himself, reporting that the Imperial Guards in Beijing were destroyed as a result. In order to clear his son's name, Cai Jing had no choice but to join forces with him.
The shortcomings of Yang Lin's power being limited to the local area were clearly evident at this time. No one in the court spoke for him, except for those few people.
Zhao Ji had no master, and the arrival of the Jin soldiers caused him to be in chaos. In Gen Yue, which lacked the fairy spirit of the past, he got angry three times a day. He really didn't expect that the peaceful and prosperous age that his ministers talked about day and night would be like this.
The overwhelming voice of impeachment in the DPRK pointed the finger at Yang Lin. As for Cai You, almost no one mentioned it.
It was as if everyone had clearly determined that Yang Lin lost this battle. They even deceived themselves. Many people really thought so in their hearts.
Three people became a tiger, and everyone's opinions made a difference. Zhao Ji also slowly found an outlet. However, his indecisiveness when encountering major events was also clearly revealed.
The emperor was furious at first and sent edicts to transfer Yang Lin back to the capital. Then he sealed the Xiu Tower and captured Yin Muhong.
After thinking about it carefully, I felt it was inappropriate, so I ordered Yin Muhong to be released that day. Poor Yin Muhong returned to the house, his buttocks were still hot from sitting, and someone came from the prison to take him back. This happened three times in and three out.
A group of foreign cavalry broke through Daming Mansion, the capital of the capital, and burned, killed and looted on the border of Kaifeng Mansion.
At this time, almost everyone in the court of the Northern Song Dynasty was busy slandering a general who was leading troops abroad. It was as if Yang Lin was the cause of this disaster. No one mentioned the past achievements. Who dared to do anything for it?
If a traitor says a word, he seems to be a sinner of the Song Dynasty.
In Genyue, Yang Jian was so scared that he did not dare to go out. The official family had not seen him in the past few days. When he was standing at the door, Liang Shicheng rushed in from outside. When he saw Yang Jian, he smiled and said: "Master Yang, the heat is blowing. This is
What are you doing here?"
Yang Jian lowered his head and said, "Taifu Liang, are you here to meet the officials?"
"Exactly, we found something here and we need to explain it clearly to the officials." Liang Shicheng said as he walked away, not wanting to delay for half a quarter of an hour, which made Yang Jian secretly frightened.
Entering Genyue, Liang Shicheng saw Zhao Ji's face looking ugly, so he stepped forward and saluted, "Guan's family."
In Zhao Ji's view, being alone now can make him feel a little more at ease. He sighed and said: "You came at the right time. Are there any battle reports outside? Have the Tatars retreated?"
Liang Shicheng said with a smile: "Butler, there is no need to worry too much. These Tatars are just lucky ones who have gone deep alone. We have 600,000 people in the capital camp, so they will not disturb the officials."
Zhao Ji felt relieved and didn't think about whether it was right or not, but he felt much more relaxed.
"Compared with the Jurchen's minor problems, I suggest that the officials take a look at this." After speaking, Liang Shicheng took out an account book from his sleeve, which listed the annual income details of the three shipping companies in Wansui Camp.
The more Zhao Ji saw, the angrier he became. It turned out that so much of the income of the Shipping Department was distributed to his subordinates by Yang Lin. It can be said that they were lining their own pockets. No wonder Yang Aiqing was so generous every time he made a move. It turned out that it was me, the Great Song Dynasty.
The biggest worm in officialdom.
"Come here, issue another edict to urge the Young Master Yang Lin to return to the capital!"