After all, the Duwei's Mansion is a capable spy agency, and they really don't have enough manpower. It's okay to search for dirty information on a few officials. When dealing with such a huge cult, it always feels like a punch on the lake.
Yin Muhong has been in Jingchu for a long time and has found out many shocking inside stories. Every day, people here are brainwashed to become followers, and then harm their relatives and friends and drag them into trouble.
It spreads from ten to ten, and it is more severe than the plague in Yunnei, and it is on the verge of breaking out.
Fang La made a rebellion and was put out by Yang Shaozai in just over a month. However, the damage caused was so great that it injured the bones and muscles of both Zhejiang and Zhejiang, and many places have not recovered to this day.
If there is another more violent civil unrest, I am afraid that the world will be in chaos. Now is an extraordinary period. With strong force, Shaozai barely suppressed all forces.
These people have lost too many vested interests in Yang Shaozai's New Deal, and they will definitely not give up.
Once there is any disturbance, all kinds of enemies will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.
The Maitreya Sect is probably the trigger, and Yin Muhong has already seen it clearly.
Yang Shaozai cannot fall. Once he falls, there is absolutely no possibility of him getting up again. He can only die and be shattered into pieces.
Those who follow him will also suffer the fate of death and annihilation. Yin Muhong knows this better than anyone else.
It is normal for the powerful ministers of the Song Dynasty to have ups and downs, but when it comes to Yang Lin's situation, if he makes a wrong move, he will be doomed.
He has touched the interests of too many people, and he has broken too many official rules. Strictly speaking, he is no longer a powerful minister, but a "treacherous hero."
Yin Muhong frowned, looked at the dancing candlelight, and thought to himself that people like him must help him take another step forward, otherwise it will all be in vain in the end.
Having reached this point, if we don't advance, we will retreat, and if we retreat, we will lose our lives and our government will be destroyed.
There was a flurry of gossip outside, and soon two military men came into the house together, clasping their fists and saying, "Ti Li, someone has caught another nest."
"Strict interrogation."
The two spies glanced at each other, and one of them took a step forward and said, "Tiji, the catches we are catching now are not as fast as their development. If this continues, it is not a long-term solution."
"Do you have any good ideas?" Yin Muhong asked.
He asked casually, but he didn't expect that the spy would go further and whisper: "My subordinates really came up with a way."
"Oh? Tell me."
Yin Muhong was also ill and sought medical treatment in a hurry. The current situation was really serious. What was even worse was that Shaozai was not around, and the people in the court thought it was a minor illness and there was no need to make a fuss about it.
The spy narrowed his eyes and said: "If you shoot the man, shoot the horse first, and if you capture the thief, capture the king first. If you want to arrest these gangsters, it's still too late to go from bottom to top. It's better to go from top to bottom. Let's send a few people and break in."
Go to the Maitreya Sect, then follow the clues to find out where their culprit is, and eradicate them in one fell swoop."
"Is there a suitable candidate?"
The spy looked a little hesitant. Yin Muhong slapped the table and said, "The situation is urgent, but it doesn't matter!"
"This is not an easy matter. The person who needs to infiltrate the rebellious party is very resourceful and good at disguise...it must be Yang Tianning from the original Little Wolf Camp."
Yang Tianning is the adopted son of Yang Shaozai. No wonder they are hesitant to talk. You must know that it is very dangerous to go to the Maitreya Sect, a sect that behaves strangely and kills people like crazy. If you are not careful, you will not die a good death.
Moreover, Yang Tianning has repeatedly made great achievements, and his achievements are greater than those of himself. In terms of rank alone, it is not his turn to be commanded by the Duwei Mansion.
Yin Muhong stood up, walked back and forth, and after walking two or three times, he said decisively: "In extraordinary times, extraordinary things are done. Yang Tianning is in Jiaozhi now. I will write a letter in person right away and send someone to invite him."
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The lingering heat in Jingchu Jiangnan has not yet dissipated, and Youyan in Yunnei has entered the golden autumn of the second year of Xuanhe.
The Han people in Datong City have begun to pay attention to eating flower cakes, Yingshuang spicy rabbits, and drinking chrysanthemum wine. The common people are drying their fur coats and making clothes to keep out the cold. Women and girls have also begun to intensify their efforts to make pickled melons and eggplants and make various vegetables.
, to prepare for winter.
Yang Lin became more and more fond of the majesty and heroic spirit of this North Gate Key. Every inch of land there had seen countless bloody fights and sword fights.
As soon as the cold wind passes, the streets are full of heroic spirit and light powder, which is very different from Bianliang.
Living here for a long time makes people feel heroic in vain. No wonder people say that there are many people in Yan and Zhao who lament and sing.
Riding out of Datong on horseback, Yang Lin said to He Su and Yao Pingzhong who came to see him off: "I have to say goodbye to you after thousands of miles. When you get here, there is no need to see you off again. Don't slack off after I leave. It takes half a mile to travel a hundred miles."
We have taken ninety steps to achieve internal rejuvenation, and we must take the last few steps well."
"Don't worry, Young Zai."
Yang Lin just turned around, then turned back and ordered: "You must make good use of scholars and scholars. You must not only make the best use of things, but also take more care of them. You have to control it yourself."
He Su nodded, clasped his fists and said, "I understand, I understand." There are many scholars in Yunnei, and those who have persisted until now are all pillars of talent, with perseverance and responsibility.
In the future, these people will be the backbone of the imperial court's state and county officials, and they will be the implementers and supporters of their own will.
Yang Lin walked a few steps, turned around for the third time, and reached out to call Yao Pingzhong over.
Yao Pingzhong felt a little emotional. His mentor really cared about Yunnei. How could he not move people? He must do his instructions well. After walking in, Yao Pingzhong asked: "Teacher? What other instructions do you have?"
"The officers and soldiers of the Western Army have been away from home for a long time, so they feel homesick. We can no longer use so many soldiers here. We can divide them into batches and switch to guarding Yunnei. Those who have their turn will be stationed in Yunnei, and the others can be repaired and drilled in Qinlong.
"
When Yao Pingzhong heard this, his brows were filled with joy, he clasped his fists and bowed his head, saying, "I would like to thank my mentor on behalf of the soldiers of the Western Army."
Yang Lin walked to Ma Yanmen, took Xu Shuwei with him, and then embarked on the road back to Beijing.
On the ancient road to Yanmenwaijia, the flags and banners of the Long Live Battalion's bodyguards were fluttering as they headed for Bianliang.
Yang Lin's sedan was separated from him by seven or eight parking spaces and guarded in the center of the guard of honor. This time, Yang Lin's sedan was very large, with all the internal organs inside, including a tub for bathing.
This was made by Uighur craftsmen from the northwest. Not to mention it was quite comfortable. Yang Lin felt at ease as he boarded the carriage and enjoyed his journey back south.
When he came, he galloped and galloped, even his thighs were worn out.
Recover Yunnei, rebuild Yunnei, and get the key to the north gate of the Han Dynasty back into your own hands.
Such an achievement deserves a lot of praise. It is only right to enjoy it. There is no reason to rush back in a hurry.
The car with shock-absorbing leather strapped to its wheels was still squeaking as the eight horses pulled it.
All the way south, the car would occasionally bump strangely, and the rhythm seemed not entirely caused by the natural subversion of the road. Between the neighing of the wheels and the horses, the faint sound of a woman's gasping could still be heard.
Inside the sleeping tent of the car, the fragrance of brocade and beasts was as warm as spring. Yang Mo'er and Yang Ke'er were kneeling on the carpet in the car, with their pink buttocks raised high, and each had an autumn pear on them.
Yang Lin was sitting on the soft couch at the back with his big horse golden sword, holding a small cane in his hand. Whoever dropped it first would be whipped.
He enjoyed playing simple games endlessly along the way. Sometimes a man's happiness is so simple...and boring.
At this time, a horseman from the front team suddenly came up to Yang Lin and said through the curtain: "Young Master, there is a secret letter from Jingchu."
"Just throw it in."
The letter fell on the carpet, Yang Lin twitched it gently, and Yang Mo'er blushed and crawled over, without using her hands, lowered her head and bit it, but the pear didn't fall off. This shows that the shock absorption and soothing of this carriage are really extraordinary.
Yang Lin picked up the pear, held her in his arms and took a bite. The autumn pear was indeed ripe and juicy.
Yang Lin, who was originally in a good mood, turned darker and darker as he looked, and after a while he turned livid. He cursed: "Damn it, are you going to let me calm down for a while?"
After getting up and asking the two sisters to serve and get dressed, Yang Lin opened the curtain and said loudly: "Lu Wang, bring the horse over, and you accompany me to rush back to Bianliang. Leave a thousand people behind to escort my nephew and the female family members in the carriage.