Chapter five hundred and forty-fifth the head of the navy is about to take his place
Wang Jingang lay on the thick corpse of the Maitreya believer, not daring to breathe.
In anger, Yang Lin mobilized troops and horses, and these rebellious embryos were uprooted before they could do anything.
The moment the officers and soldiers appeared, Wang Jingang knew that a catastrophe was coming. He planned to hide in the mountains and forests for a few days, but he did not expect that the government would take action and act in such a vigorous and resolute manner, which was completely different from the past.
This man had gone through countless storms in his life, and he knew how a man could bend and stretch, but he immediately fell into a pool of blood of his companions.
He also didn't forget to smear his face with blood. There was a stench all over the place. The officers and soldiers would not clean the battlefield too carefully. They would have a chance to escape when no one was watching.
After a long wait, the soldiers in the Jingzhao Mansion finally began to clean up the corpses. Of course, they did not have the patience to look through them one by one. Firstly, there were many corpses and few hands, and secondly, it would not be wrong if one of them was accidentally pulled up by an undead mob to use as a backrest.
He died unjustly. The simplest way is to stab the body with a long knife at will. If it is not dead, just stab it again.
Moreover, the plague in Yunnei has made people panic. It is said that it was caused by this corpse, and everyone can't avoid it.
Wang Jingang was not very lucky this time. A soldier's commander pierced his left thigh. The spear tip penetrated his flesh and hurt him so much that he was stunned and did not move.
Finally, when all the soldiers left cursing, Wang Jin just pulled it out of the soil. Fortunately, the soldiers were lazy and didn't bury it very deeply.
He treated the wound and stayed in the mountains for another three days before taking advantage of the darkness and resting during the day to go to Jingchu, Huguang and other areas.
There is a strong foundation of Maitreya religion there, and three rebellions broke out in the Song Dynasty alone.
Wang Jingang's resurrection from the dead, isn't it the best proof of Maitreya's reincarnation? He sneered twice, endured the pain and continued on his way.
The Mingjiao rebellion in the previous period was easily suppressed by the imperial court, and some Mingjiao believers hid themselves. However, the attitude of the Jiangnan gentry is very different from before. If they rebelled on their own, they might get the support of many people.
In the Jingchu area, the Maitreya religion has a deep foundation. Wouldn't it be better to develop a group of stupid village women in Qinlong?
My king, King Kong, survived the catastrophe this time and will surely be blessed later. When he reaches Jingchu and Jiangnan, he is also a corner.
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In the Jingzhao Mansion, a spacious living room with gorgeous furnishings was dimly lit. Only a tall lamp was lit in the corner. Under the dim yellow light, the face of the owner here was reflected in flickering light and darkness.
Yang Lin sat alone on the soft couch, tapping his knees with his fingers, a worried look on his face.
News came a few days ago that the Jurchens sent envoys to Bianliang, saying that they wanted to make peace with the Song Dynasty. They also wanted to open a market and exchange supplies.
This is another very dangerous signal. The Jurchens have begun to concentrate on establishing a country. This small tribe conquered Daliao, but it is not terrible.
The scary thing is that they started to get on the right track and get out of slavery. The huge territory established by Yelu Abaoji and his descendants was enough to support a powerful empire.
Just after the Battle of Yunnei, the Song Dynasty got their wish and got Yunnei, restoring their ancestral homeland and the north gate of the Han family; the Jin people got their wish and got Yelu Yanxi, completely defeating all the Liao regime on Liao soil; Yelu Dashi
He also got his wish and saved the Khitan bloodline.
Is this a happy outcome for everyone? This is a different kind of compromise. Everyone feels that they need time.
After several years of gathering and regaining strength, I'm afraid it will be another long-term war.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a man came in, it was Lu Wang.
"Shao Zai, my subordinates and others have interrogated the Maitreya believers and found that this religion is not simple. After Jiangnan wiped out the Ming Cult, many of its members went into hiding without further investigation.
Now they are gradually integrating with the Maitreya Sect, and their new teachings are even darker and more extreme, and they often kill people for fun. And there seem to be many people in Jiangnan who secretly support them."
Yang Lin waved his hand and said distractedly: "The big things in the court, but the Liao and Jin Dynasties, I worry about how to build it in Yun Nei and it's too late. Do I have to do everything with my own hands? Leave such small things to Yin Muhong."
Lu Wang looked startled, and when he was about to speak, he swallowed it back, cupped his fists and said, "I will send someone to hand over the matter to the Captain's Mansion right now."
"Catch each one and kill each one." Yang Lin said viciously: "After all the work of eradicating evil, there is no kindness like a woman."
"Yin Muhong...a woman's kindness should be nothing to worry about." Lu Wang murmured.
What worries Yang Lin is that as soon as he left the capital, officials in Bianliang wrote a letter saying that he was the reincarnation of An Lushan.
He also led the barbarians into the capital, imprisoned the emperor, and controlled the government.
At the beginning, Yang Lin's confidants were all in Youyan, and the people he led to the capital were indeed military men from all ethnic groups in the northwest.
Although this thing seems harmless, it is the most unacceptable thing to be careless. Wang Mang's lesson learned from the past is written in the history books, no matter how strong the tailwind is, one cannot take it lightly.
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Zhao Mansion, in the bedroom.
Li Qingzhao's beautiful eyes smiled like two crescents, and she and her husband Zhao Mingcheng looked at a pair of calligraphy paintings with gusto.
This calligraphy and painting is crisp and straight, with strong bones and tight structure. The most important thing is that the signature is stamped by Liu Gongquan.
Liu Gongquan read Tang calligraphy extensively, incorporated his own new ideas, and created his own unique "Liu style" regular script, which became a model for later generations to learn from and became one of the outstanding representatives of "Tang calligraphy".
"I didn't expect that Yang Shaozai would be so generous." Zhao Mingcheng sighed.
Little did he know that Yang Lin's personal taste made him appreciate the calligraphy and paintings of Zhao Ji and Cai Jing of this dynasty more, and most of the collections in his home belonged to these two people. Although Liu Gongquan of the Tang Dynasty is more famous, after all, it only lasted a few hundred years, and the authentic works are not
It's not hard to find.
After the surprise, Zhao Mingcheng became worried again, raised his head and said: "Madam, this is no reward for no merit. Yang Shaozai has given such a generous gift, how should we repay the favor?"
Li Qingzhao was also confused. He didn't know how to answer. He wanted to return it. He looked at the original work on the table, but he couldn't say anything.
The young couple looked at the small eyes with their cheeks in front of a piece of Liu Gong's original painting. Zhao Mingcheng suddenly said: "Yes, the biggest treasure in our family is you."
Li Qingzhao's face turned red, his eyebrows furrowed, he grabbed the Ruyi on the table and was about to hit him.
Zhao Mingcheng quickly admitted his mistake and said: "It's unfair, it's unfair, madam, because of your talent."
"Okay, you boneless thief, tell me, what do you mean?" Li Qingzhao looked like he refused to give up. The collar of her shirt in the inner room was loose, and Zhao Mingcheng was at a tricky angle, and there were piles of jade snow.
The peak flashed, and even my wife couldn't help but swallowed her saliva and said: "When you reach the position of Yang Shaozai, how can you raise your eyes for ordinary wealth? If you write a poem as a gift, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing in the literary world?"
Li Qingzhao then put down the Ruyi in his hand, tugged on the skirt of his clothes, pouted, and asked blankly: "Is this... okay?"