Yelu Dashi fought to the death and defeated Wanyan Loushi, which was of great significance. This was the main battlefield in Yunnei.
In other places, the Khitans suffered heavy casualties, suffered miserable victories, and rarely had great victories.
But this battle showed the last bloody strength of the Khitan, so that they would not die without a fight.
Even Bianliang began to look at the Khitan again because of this battle.
Whether this tool country can be supported for a while longer, and when is the most appropriate time to completely swallow it up, have all been put on the agenda again.
"Yao Pingzhong wrote a letter, saying frankly that the Khitan has not reached the point where it cannot be supported at all. If Yelu Dashi is in charge, he should be able to continue to resist the Jurchens for a while." After Bai Shizhong finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Lin slightly.
Yang Lin yawned, stood up and said, "We can clearly see the situation in Yunnei. Once caught in the flames of war, the people will be in dire straits. Neither Qinlong, Hedong, nor Youyan are ready for this.
For now, leaving the Khitans aside, if we directly fight the Jurchen Tatars, the war will inevitably begin on the land of our Song people.
The New Deal has not yielded results, the canal is still burning money, and the country is still in turmoil. Many people in Lingnan and Zhejiang are very angry and may stir up civil strife at any time. There is still pressure to suppress Jiaozhi, and the national finance cannot be infinite. I say, if we continue to support
Give Yelu a big stone and let him hold it for a while."
The battle line was stretched too long, and several large projects in the Song Dynasty were being carried out at the same time. All the officials in the court and central government present also had this idea.
As soon as Yang Lin finished speaking, there was a chorus of support. The officials who controlled the government in the Mingtang had already begun to mobilize the people from Hedong and Hebei to transport supplies to Yingzhou.
"Even if you spend more money, you still have to let the flames of war burn outside Yanmen Pass!" After Yang Lin finished speaking, he moved his finger on Monan and said: "Gongming, send someone to contact the Mobei Tatars and win over a group of people.
People, put pressure on the Jurchens from the west."
The Tatars are now a group of hungry beasts, struggling on the verge of starvation every winter. If they don't go out to plunder, they will be exterminated.
Unfortunately, now, every neighbor is extremely powerful, so they have no choice but to go northwest and bully the poorer Slavs.
If we could give them some benefits and let them go to the northwest of the Jin Kingdom to cause trouble while the Jurchens were on the expedition, I believe they would still be willing.
They used to be ruled by the Liao people, but every time they couldn't survive, they would go to the Shangjing Mansion in Daliao to plunder.
Even if he is beaten half to death every time, he can always grab something to keep some members of his tribe from starving to death.
Seeing the sun getting higher, Yang Lin and a group of officials walked out of the bright hall. Song Jiang stepped forward and said with a smile: "Young Master, you might as well go and have a few drinks at noon."
Yang Lin shook his head and said with a smile: "Youyan, my nephew Xu Shuwei came back to Bianliang today and stayed in my house again. I have to go back and have a look. After all, my mother is the uncle, and I, as an uncle, still have to have
The demeanor of an elder.”
Song Jiang nodded. He had already made an appointment with several brothers. He put one arm behind his back and walked out, shaking his official robe.
Yang Lin looked at the short man, chuckled, and thought maliciously: "No wonder Yan Poxi wants to steal a man. Although Song Gongming has a long history of loyalty, his appearance is really incomparable to that of me."
After boarding the carriage, when Yang San was driving, Lu Qian suddenly knocked on the window, Yang Lin opened the curtain, and Lu Qian said: "Young Master, that seems to be Mrs. Xu."
Following his gaze, a tall girl and a petite maid were wandering around the street.
Just by looking at those legs, Yang Lin knew it was Xu Yuenu, and hurriedly came out and said: "Yang San, you go back first and let Xu Shuwei and his friends eat by themselves. I won't necessarily go back later..."
.”
Lu Qian chuckled lightly and led his guards aside. Yang Lin chased after him with a smile.
Xu Yuenu and Miao'er were strolling on the street. At this time in the Song Dynasty, it was normal for women to go shopping. It was somewhat of a trend in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the children of the Han family had not yet been bound by Neo-Confucianism.
And Xu Yuenu was alone in a house, so she was free and often went out to hang out.
With her skills, she is not afraid of encountering some blind villains. She went out today just to buy some rouge and gouache.
Xu Yuenu's dress is somewhat like that of a warrior. The snow-white silk sleeves are narrow and close to the body. Her hands are tied with red wristbands. The style of the apron between her chest and abdomen is exactly the same as that of a man. It is tied with a gold embroidered belt to make her waist slimmer and tighter.
Round and bright, there is a certain heroic spirit in it, which is particularly alluring.
In front of her, the little maid Miao'er was carrying a basket. She was petite and pretty, with a round face, bright eyes and a pair of big, watery eyes.
Xu Yuenu was looking around. Miaoer wanted everything and kept trying to get her to buy. Xu Yuenu was rich and not stingy with his maid. He bought a lot of messy things and was about to look around.
Is there anything fun? Suddenly I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder.
This moment was no small matter, anger arose in his heart, he pushed his long legs back, and with a loud scolding, he was already hit with a pink fist.
"You dare to be a disciple and blind your dog... Linlang?"
Yang Lin's face turned as red as a pig's liver. He didn't know whether he should cover his hands or cry out that it hurt.
"Hurry and help me leave, be careful not to be seen by the common people..." Reputation is the most important thing, Yang Lin said while holding back the pain.
Xu Yuenu was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she felt regretful. She quickly helped him carefully.
The guard behind him, Old Man Zhu, asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with Young Zai?"
Lu Qian chuckled and said, "Young Master is like this. He must be playing tricks on others again."
The guards suddenly understood, nodded, and continued to follow behind the old god.
If Yang Lin heard this, he would probably have to fight Lu Qian desperately. He would really suffer something serious this time.
Helping Yang Lin get into his carriage, Xu Yuenu's tears rolled down her cheeks: "Lin Lang, I... wuwuwu, I... I didn't mean it. Is your... okay there?"
"Haha, it's okay." Yang Linqiang smiled and comforted: "This little injury is not worth mentioning. I have extraordinary talents, you know this."
Xu Yuenu laughed out of tears and hit him. Qin Dong's wound hurt Yang Lin and he screamed out.
Xu Shuwei, who had just returned from Youyan, was dragged to Changle Tower by Lu Qian. After reading the story while holding back his laughter, he coughed lightly and said, "Uncle, you...you have to rest for seven days."
"Seven days?" Yang Lin scolded: "What kind of quack are you? If you can't get better in three days, we won't pay for the medicine and diagnosis fee."
Xu Shuwei said seriously: "Uncle, we can't bear this, at least for seven days!"
"Go away." Yang Lin threw a pillow, very angry.
Xu Shuwei quickly ran away, walked to the door, exposed half of his head, stretched out his finger and said: "Uncle, seven days."
"roll!"
Xu Yuenu and Miao'er looked at each other and their faces turned red with embarrassment.
Xu Yuenu picked up the pillow, lowered her head and bit her lips and said, "Lin Lang... please don't be angry with me, okay?"
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Liu Mansion, Liu Qingshui walked around.
The fairy-like sister was still lying lazily on the bed, looking very energetic, and her complexion was actually much worse than half a month ago.
That delicate and lazy beauty, in the eyes of other men, was already full of blood, but Liu Qingshui could only feel distressed.
His sister has become weaker and weaker these days, and Liu Tiju has no idea that this is all his own fault.
Concubine Liu Guifei was deeply moved by Yang Lin's various gifts and affection, especially his uncanny ability to guess what her heart was thinking every time, and her love was deeply rooted.
But Yang Lin didn't come even once, and didn't show any sign of it, which made Concubine Liu feel lovesick.
"If he doesn't come here in the next few days! I will... I will..." Little Concubine Liu thought for a long time, pulled the quilt over her face, and began to cry.
Liu Qingshui hated her for not arguing, blamed her sister and Yang Lin, and drove the maid away with her hand.
Xiao Liu Tiju said irritably: "You're just a man. Why are you so worthless? What else do you want from me? I'll carry him to your bed right now!"