On the outskirts of Bianliang City, businessmen coming and going raised their sleeves to wipe their sweat. A few big men were lying shirtless under the trees on the roadside to enjoy the cool air. A few young boys were carrying an earthen jar with a loach just caught from the river.
A horse roared past, interrupting the moment of tranquility. Soon the passers-by withdrew their gaze and returned to the steaming calm.
Old residents who are familiar with the recent changes in Bianliang all know that there is only one kind of person who dares to ride a horse like this on the official road of the capital, and that is the postman.
One man and one horse rode straight to the capital gate. The imperial guards guarding the door saw them from a distance and opened the door directly.
After passing through the six main gates and arriving outside the Mingtang, the postman dismounted.
After a while, the news came in, and Bai Shizhong's complexion changed drastically.
"Where is Yang Shaozai?" Bai Shizhong looked around and asked.
"The young master is ill and has not come to Mingtang recently." Song Jiang muttered: "I have been to Zhaodefang several times, but I can't find the young master. Maybe he is in Changle Building."
"Go quickly and inform the young master... Forget it, without further ado, let's go together."
On weekdays, when an important official appears, he will pile into a carriage just like going to the market and follow Song Jiang to Changle Tower.
At this time, Yang Lin was not in Changle Tower. Near Bianliang, it was originally the residence of the wealthy royal family and the imperial family. Even if you are a high-ranking official, it would be difficult to build a villa here that is as vast as other places.
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However, after the Forbidden Army family was eradicated, many courtyards were left vacant, and now one of them has been developed. The manor here has fields and water, shaded by locust trees, and overlooks the Bianhe River in the distance. It also has the wild charm of a wealthy family.
The inside is like a Taoist temple, with a lobby where Sanqing is often displayed. Yang Lin is here to congratulate Yelu Yanxi on his move to the new house.
Yelu Yanxi had no airs of being an emperor at all. He was very talkative and could be said to be very knowledgeable about current affairs.
Such a person who can afford to take things and put them down, how can he ruin the good Daliao? He really has no shame...
Although Yang Lin was disgusted in his heart, he couldn't show it at all on his face, and he walked around with him with a smile.
Not surprisingly, this was the place where Yelu Yanxi rested in Bianliang. Of course, sooner or later, he would be surrounded by countless soldiers of the Song Dynasty and return to Khitan.
To complete his mission, be a puppet for a few months, and then make a smooth transition.
The guards all over the courtyard are all personal guards of the Long Live Battalion, protecting the safety of Yelu Yanxi.
There are also Japanese fans in the dark, which can be said to be fully protected. This mascot can be very safe in Bianliang.
Yelu Yanxi smiled and said: "Thank you, Young Master Yang. This courtyard is very nice, but I don't know if it is far from Bianliang Football City. Can I go to the Cuju League?"
You, a fool who has subjugated his country, made Yang Lin speechless. This is the real version of Le Bu Si Liao.
The foolish king doesn't know the hatred of his country's subjugation, but you still want to watch the ball, just watch the ball.
Resisting the urge to curse, Yang Lin smiled and said: "Of course it is possible, but you must go under the protection of your personal guards."
"This is natural."
Sitting with such a person, Yang Lin felt uncomfortable all over, and he got up and left after a while.
In addition to the yard, he whispered to Lu Wang beside him: "Watch carefully, don't let anything happen to him, and keep him safe and sound for a few months."
"My subordinate understands."
As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Lu Qian coming at a gallop with a carriage.
"Young Master." From a distance, someone popped his head out and shouted, and by the sound of his voice, he knew it was Song Jiang.
"What are you doing? Is there something big happening?" Yang Lin's heart tightened. After a while, the carriage came over, the curtains were opened, and Yang Lin said in shock: "Mingtang is moving?"
"Hey! Young Zai, don't be ridiculous, something serious has happened."
Bai Shizhong squeezed out, not caring about the appearance of the prime minister, and sat on the front of the carriage, covered in sweat: "Young Master, there was a civil strife among the Khitan soldiers in Yingzhou Prefecture. The Eighth Battalion of the Resentful Army mutinied and killed Yelu Xian. Yelu
The Khitans under Xian simply opened the city gate and surrendered to Wanyan Zongwang.
After the resentment army rebelled, civil strife broke out again. Guo Yaoshi killed Dong Xiaoxiu and was desperate and surrendered to the Jin soldiers.
As soon as Yingzhou was lost, the Jurchens had a foundation and had already surrounded Yunzhou. The little morale the Khitan people had finally gathered was gone, and many people surrendered."
Yang Lin was stunned for a moment. The most terrifying thing was that this news should be at least ten days ago.
When Wu Jie asked himself in Youyan, he proudly said that the Eighth Battalion of the Resentment Army was useless, and returning them to Yelu Dashi was just to plant an explosive next to him.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a prophecy. Unfortunately, Yelu Dashi belongs to my group now. Who would have thought that it would explode at this time...
The changes in the situation in Yingzhou made the situation in Yunnei even more difficult. Yelu Dashi fought desperately and finally had a glimmer of hope, but it all came to nothing.
This poor Yelu Dashi...
With the bridgehead of Yingzhou, the Jurchens can continuously transport living forces from Dexing Prefecture to the west along the Sanggan River.
In other words, the Jurchen Tatars suddenly had the conditions to fight a protracted war.
After all, if it is used up like this, the first people to be unable to survive must be the Khitan people.
Yang Lin turned around and glanced at the mansion he had just walked out of. He thought to himself that this guy might be leaving soon.
"At this point in the situation, it is useless to rush. The Jurchens occupy Yingzhou City, but they cannot be allowed to occupy Yingzhou Mansion. Let Zhongshi Dao gather troops and horses to stalemate with the enemy in Yingzhou. This place is close to Yanmen Pass, and to the west is
Qinlong, to the east is Hedong. I still say the same thing, the war must not reach the Song Dynasty."
The war must not reach the Song Dynasty, but it is already in full swing in the south.
Outside Fuzhou Prefecture, the Cham people's warships suffered repeated heavy losses, which once again proved that the foreigners in the north are mostly hard-nosed, while the barbarians in the south are just lame birds.
The Cham people were majestic and arrogant, and they acted recklessly along the coast. After the Nanhai Navy was established, they attacked them with the new army and won consecutive battles.
The fishermen in the Fujian area are usually honest and submissive, but after they were given warships and weapons, they became as fierce as dragons entering the sea.
The vast sea is endless as far as the eye can see, and no one knows what is on the other side of the sea, except Yang Lin.
Wu Lin was high-spirited and stood at the bow of the ship, watching his soldiers and horses escorting the Champa prisoners one by one.
These people have strange looks, dark skin, and even more flashy clothing. There are almost no people wearing armor.
At this time, a local gentry came forward and said: "Commander Wu, congratulations to Commander Wu for his outstanding military exploits. He will be awarded a knighthood soon. Su was entrusted by his father and came here to comfort the army and reward the master."
Wu Lin recognized him as Su Jibei, a local tycoon. When the navy was established, he was very enthusiastic and contributed a lot. He didn't dare to blame him now. After all, he would stay here for a long time and could not do without the support of these local snakes.
"Mrs. Su, you are so polite. I will report the folk customs here to the imperial court, request for commendation, and erect a monument and write a book."
Su Jibei's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the distance and said: "This emperor and the late emperor have repeatedly opened borders, so it can be seen that he is a sage monarch who likes martial arts. Does the general know that there is a large island to the east of Penghu, known as Yizhou?
When Yu the Great established Ding, this place belonged to Yangzhou, one of the nine states. If the general came forward and requested to recover this place, then this illustrious navy in the South China Sea would have achieved real achievements in expanding its territory."
The maritime traders in Fuzhou feared the Cham people the most, and they also knew what the Cham people feared the most.
If Yizhou Island is controlled and these Cham pirates are attacked, they will have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
At that time, Fuzhou maritime merchants would enter the sea and the Min people would truly rise.