The fireworks in Bianliang City are gorgeous, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is still brightly lit, with singing and dancing.
Changing an emperor was a watershed in their respective futures for the ministers, but it actually had little impact on the people of Bianliang.
Under Yang Lin's instructions, Xiulou paid a large sum of money to hold the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival in Bianliang, embellishing peace and prosperity, and making people feel at ease. The entire Song Dynasty changed to a power center, but there was no strong local voice. This was also the case during the Song Dynasty.
The consequences of a hundred years of strong trunks and weak branches.
It is not that there are no loyal ministers in the local area, but the little power they have is not enough to pose any threat to Yang Lin and others' coup.
Looking at the Song Dynasty, the only one who could fight against the Northwest Army under Yang Lin was the Western Army. However, this strongest field army group in the Song Dynasty had long been reorganized by Yang Lin from top to bottom.
The brothers of the Zhong family are now in Bianliang. While they are locked up in the house, they can only do nothing. The Zhe family was moved to Mizhou, Shandong Province, which has no foundation. It is one of Yang Lin's old nests, from the top to the bottom.
Li Shu all depended on Mizhou Port under Yang Lin's control for their livelihood.
Although the Yang family is also one of the four major families of the Western Army, in fact, their strength is not up to par. They have always relied on the Zhe family. After getting rid of the Zhe family, they became ordinary powerful people, and their strength is not as strong as Yan Dihao.
The last one who still has some control over the Western Army is the Yao family supported by Yang Lin. Yao Gu and his adopted son Yao Pingzhong actually command the Western Army today.
Yang Lin, who was deployed in all directions, originally intended to fight against the Jurchens who were about to rise. Unexpectedly, by an unexpected combination of circumstances, he managed to take down the Song Dynasty Central Committee in Bianliang in one fell swoop.
After Zhao Ji came to the throne, the monarchy of the Song Dynasty strengthened to an extent unprecedented since the founding of the country. In this way, Yang Lin was equivalent to mastering the power that Zhao Ji had before. Even when Cai Jing and Liang Shicheng were at their most powerful, they were still less than 10% of Yang Lin's power today.
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Yang Lin, Gao Bing and others got excited about chatting. He waved to Rong Niang, who was standing behind him, and said, "Bring me another jug of wine. Get the good wine I have hidden in the cabinet of my study."
Liu Rongniang pouted, a little reluctantly, and said: "Dalang, we are still waiting inside."
Yang Lin said "Huh?" and glared at her. At this time, the daughter in his arms was unwilling and grabbed Yang Lin's collar. His big eyes were filled with tears. The fierce look on Yang Lin's face suddenly melted.
He said with a smile: "I have something to go back to the inner courtyard first, Zichong, Shutong, you guys entertain the guests well."
Everyone quickly stood up and sent Yang Lin out of the yard. After he left, the group became more relaxed and relaxed.
Yang Lin held his daughter in his arms and returned to the back courtyard surrounded by warblers and swallows. He saw that everyone was eagerly waiting for his return.
Different from the deserted Zhao Ji in Duiyu Tower in "Tian Shang", Zhao De Fang is a happy place. Yang Lin never separates the seats at home. Every time, a group of people gather around a big table.
There was a large tabletop, with an antique soup steaming hot in the middle, abundant water and land delicacies, and several jars of fine wine exuding a faint aroma.
The earth dragon in the flower hall and the incense burner outside were both burning brightly at this time. The women's clothes were thin. Yang Lin also took off his brocade robe and sat among the people with a smile.
Fang Miao held the eldest daughter he gave birth to in his arms, but the younger daughter was still babbling and had already fallen asleep. His son Yang Tianle was gentle and gentle, without the harshness of his father and grandfather.
I feel a little worried every time I see him. I won’t talk about your father, but your grandfather is the leader of the biggest evil force in Lianghuai. Your mother’s nickname is Zhuyeqing. Your godfather is the Ming Dynasty, causing chaos in the six states south of the Yangtze River.
Who is not a ruthless character? How did he come to you and become a true upright gentleman...
Will this kid inherit the business he owns in the future?
Fortunately, he is still young, so it is the right way to go out with his grandfather to practice as much as possible.
Otherwise, what kind of hero could be trained by a group of women in the backyard of Zhaodefang?
Thinking of this, Yang Lin couldn't help but chuckle. He was so young, and it seemed that he had not yet considered this. However, having this doubt meant that his power had developed to the point where he needed an heir.
If Yang Lin has no heirs at the moment, the ones who are most anxious are probably the proud soldiers who follow him. Only Yang Lin's son can continue to gather them together. Otherwise, if anything happens to Yang Lin, these people will have a good life.
That's the end.
This is why the birth of children by emperors in the past has been a top priority for the country. When a power reaches a certain level, it needs a stable and legal heir.
Fang Miaolian hugged her son and saw Yang Lin staring at him in a daze, frowning slightly, and she understood the reason in a blink of an eye.
A surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart. Le'er is your eldest son. When he was a child, you chased him all over the Yangtze River for his life. How are you going to stay? When Zhu Yeqing got angry, he held the child in his arms so that Yang Lin could no longer stare at him.
Yang Lin stood up with his daughter in his arms, walked to Fang Miaolian, and said, "Le'er, come with me." Fang Miaolian snorted coldly and turned his head.
Yang Tianle broke out of his mother's arms with a smile and said, "Dad, what's the matter?"
"Let me ask you, what do you want to do when you grow up?"
Yang Tianle blurted out: "Protect my sister and mother."
Yang Lin curled his lips with a look of disgust on his face and asked, "What else?"
"And? And Aunt Ning'er."
With a snap, Yang Lin wanted to slap him on the forehead, but when he lifted it up and dropped it, he lost half of his strength. Even so, a pair of hands stretched out to block him.
Feeling Yang Lin's soft strength, Fang Miaolian's heart warmed up with wide-eyed almond eyes. No matter what, Le'er's father really loved him.
Yang Lin scolded angrily: "Your mother and Aunt Ning'er are both my women. Can't I protect my women? Do you need to worry about it? As a seven-foot...
Man, don’t you have any ambition at all?”
Yang Tianle smiled shyly, scratched his head and said: "Dad, I still can't hide it from you. In fact, I have always wanted to travel to distant places. It is said that there is a Buddhist country to the south of us. When I grow up, I must go and see it!"
Yang Lin's eyes darkened, and he was not far away from being angry to death. He was the second in command of the Taoist family, and now he is the first, and his eldest son actually wanted to visit Laoshizi Buddhist Kingdom.
He said angrily to Fang Miaolian: "Stop reading this little beast some idle books from now on."
Fang Miaolian rolled her eyes at him and said: "Le'er is your son, he is a little beast, then you are..."
Yang Lin lost his temper at all because of these two women. He walked aside and concentrated on teasing his daughter, and his face looked a little better.
Suddenly, he raised his head and waved to call Yang Tianai over.
Yang Tianai poured him a cup of tea, hugged his sister considerately, and said with a sweet smile: "Godfather."
"Ai'er, do you have any news about your grandfather?"
Yang Tianai stuck out his tongue and said: "His old man must have gone to sea in late autumn. What does the godfather want to do with grandpa?"
Yang Lin sighed and said: "Forget it, you take Tianle to the new army's camp tomorrow and let him eat and sleep with Tianren and the others from now on."
"Le Di still needs to study and learn to read with his husband."
Yang Lin sighed: "There is also a place for reading in the new army. Go to the army to practice first, otherwise in this Zhaodefang inner courtyard, sooner or later you will teach a prodigal."
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In the new military camp in Bianliang, there are also extra meals to celebrate the festival.
The people here are all carefully selected, and they are all strong and strong. Those who are not selected in the Forbidden Army serve as gang leaders, miscellaneous soldiers, etc., responsible for taking care of the lives and war horses of these elite soldiers.
Although there is not such a generous salary, the salary is not low, which is better than being a slave in the name of the general of the Forbidden Army family.
In front of a tent in the camp, four teenagers were sitting on the ground around a bonfire. These four teenagers were not very old, but the perseverance on their faces was not what you would expect at this age.
In the past few years, they have followed Yang Lin, and their performance has been truly amazing. With a group of disciples from the Long Live Battalion, they have also made many military exploits. They have fought in the north and south, gathered information, and assassinated enemy generals...
Yang Tianren stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire and said with a smile: "Winter is coming soon. It is said that after this winter, we will move to the Youyan area. This time Tianning and I will stay together. God has given you two to stay."
Yang Tianci wondered: "Why is that? The four of us have always been inseparable."
The situation in Youyan, especially around the Great Wall, was extremely complicated as it was the border between the Song and Jin Dynasties.
Not only the Jurchens, but also the area in Liaodong is powerful, with intertwined forces and steep terrain. It is very dangerous to spy in such a place.
Yang Tianci had always been a little weak in health, and Yang Tianren didn't want him to go. In order to prevent his younger brother from being frustrated, he deliberately left Yang Tian'an with him.
There was inevitably some conflict between the two of them, but the eldest brother had raised a few of them and his words always carried a lot of weight, so the two of them had no choice but to agree.
Yang Tianning didn't care. He clapped his hands and said, "When we come back, there may be no more wars in the world."
Standing up and looking at the starry sky and the full moon like a millstone, Yang Tianning murmured: "That's really boring."
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Khitan, Zhongjing Prefecture.
Looking down the mountain from Beifengzhai, the once neat and solid Moduoling Fortress has been burned to ashes.
The city wall with a rammed earth base and stone shielding base is still intact, but there are smoky and scorched marks everywhere on the wall. The towering watchtower that originally closed the south gate has collapsed into unrecognizable ruins
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Mo Douling was originally crowded with various buildings, either to station troops or store grain and military supplies. After a fire, they were all reduced to nothing. There were broken bricks and tiles and scorched beams everywhere. In the past few days, the light snow had fallen on the charred ground.
The ruins were covered with a thin layer, and the whole scene seemed as if the fortress had been abandoned for several years.
Yelu Dashi was heartbroken. He never expected that after the Jurchens came back, they would defeat the Khitan men under his command back to their original form in one battle.
A few days ago, there were tens of thousands of troops stationed in Moduoling, with flags and banners flying, golden drums heard, and people waiting for danger. At this moment, it seemed like a dream.
Liuhe City at the foot of Mo Dou Ridge is relatively intact and has not undergone violent destruction. There are only four blood stains on the fort wall, which also record the desperate resistance of the remaining defenders.
Most of the Jurchen troops and horses are stationed in various small forts in Mo Douling to avoid the cold wind in the wild and to monitor the remaining defenders in Beifeng Village. On the contrary, there is no one in Liuhe City, only the city gate is open, and occasionally there are Jurchens
Knights were coming in and out. Outside the city, the activities of Jurchen troops and horses were obvious. Every day, a large number of Jurchen light cavalry were sent out, either to capture babies or to plunder food and grass.
They never regarded the Khitan people in the occupied areas as human beings. Although Yang Pu worked hard to formulate some policies to help them win over the people, the cruelty and tyranny engraved in the bones of the first generation of Jurchens would not
Restricted by regional codes.
Under their butcher knives, the Khitan people who originally lived together from various ethnic groups were killed at will like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Yao Pingzhong led his troops to withdraw southward a few days ago. Not long after they left, the Yüzhen troops who had withdrawn from Youyan immediately arrived.
The leader of the army was Wanyan Zonghan, who had been holding back his anger. The war he provoked to defeat Yan and move south suffered two setbacks, which severely interrupted the Jurchens' invincible momentum.
It fell to the Song army twice and killed Wanyan Wu Qingbu, Wanyan Xiyin and Yin Keshu, all of whom were invincible generals during the Jurchen expedition to Liao.
As a result, Zong Han was excluded from the decision-making circle of the Jin Kingdom. Wanyan Aguda asked him to lead his troops to quell the rebellion. Zong Han directly ordered that all cities restored by the Khitan would be burned and killed for three days after being breached. No taboos were allowed.
Jin and Liao clashed again, and Yelu Dashi, who was quite confident, was slapped hard.
Liuhe City, an important town in Zhongjing Prefecture, fell in less than two days, and countless fortifications on Mo Dou Ridge were defeated one by one by the Jurchens.
They piled the corpses of Khitan generals together, chopped them into pieces to vent their anger, and urinated on the corpses, all under the eyes of the Khitan people in Beifeng Village. The Khitan people were filled with hatred, but they also inevitably had some fear.
This is the purpose of the Jurchens.
Yelu Dashi was exhausted mentally and physically. He had stood out from the crowd since he was a child. He was very solid in every step and his talent was so outstanding.
Countless Khitan clan members once pointed at him and said with a smile that having such a son in the Yelu family was enough to comfort their ancestors.
Yelu Dashi was also very confident in his ability, but after these days of fighting, he sadly discovered that the Jurchen in front of him was not something he could defeat at all.
These people charged forward without fear of death. Like a torrent, they rushed the Khitan people to pieces, harvesting the lives of the Khitan soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables.
Once the Khitan's 700,000 men were defeated by 20,000 Jurchen soldiers defeated by Wanyan Agu in Liaodong. Everyone said that the Jurchens were invincible.
Yelu Dashi once believed it, after all, it was too ridiculous to say that 20,000 people could win 700,000 people.
But later, the Jurchens failed twice in Youyan and returned without success. Yelu Dashi had other thoughts in his mind.
He knew the fighting power of the Song people. How could a group of people who couldn't even defeat the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty be invincible?
Now reality has given him a hard slap. The gap in strength is so obvious. How did the Song people stop these ferocious Tatars?
Yelu Dashi lowered his head, exhaled a breath, and finally let go of his disdain for Song Jun.
"Send someone south tomorrow and ask the Song Dynasty to send a general who knows how to fight...to teach us how to fight against the Jurchen enemy."