"By this time, I have seen clearly that Yang Lin has no intention of letting neighboring countries live in peace..."
Yang Ziqian's face was gloomy, his tone was a little cold, and there was a hint of hatred.
"All the vassal states that bordered him had a good end. Even the Champa people at the end of the sea and sky were played by him. We, Goryeo, were plotted by him from the beginning. Cui Hongxu was definitely
He deliberately indulged and supported her."
Tuo Junjing's face was filled with panic. If Xia Chao was unreliable, how could he fight?
You know, the reason why he was confident in this war was that he expected Xia Chao to be on his side.
No matter how bad the situation is, as long as the Xia Dynasty sends troops to directly participate in the war, it will definitely help their side to wipe out the rebels.
Yang Ziqian glared at him with some disdain in his eyes. This man had done bad things many times. If his family hadn't been useful, he would have been exterminated long ago.
"Yang Lin doesn't intend to let us win, and he certainly doesn't intend to let Cui Hongxu win. He just wants us to kill each other and drain Goryeo's national power. This is not the first time that he has used this vicious method. Do you know that toe wrestling
In the three years of civil war, so many people died that almost no one survived. If we continue fighting for a few more years, Zhang Boyu will be the best end for me."
In the desperate situation, no one could do anything about it. The three parties in Goryeo were tired of the civil war.
"Send someone to negotiate with Cui Hongxu!"
At the same time, Cui Hongxu was on the verge of collapse.
The endless civil war and fighting with their compatriots every day left almost all of them in an irritable mood.
The main reason is that there is no hope in sight, and every day is a dark and bloody fight. This is not a war, but a nation's self-mutilation.
As soon as Yang Ziqian's people arrived, Cui Hongxu breathed a sigh of relief. As the challenger, the initiator of the talk, he couldn't but must be Yang Ziqian.
Because once I sent people to contact him first, people's hearts would inevitably be in chaos. I went from overthrowing the traitor Yang Ziqian to compromising with him.
What he keeps saying is to benefit the people is to use the people to seek power for himself.
He cannot afford this crime. Once someone publicizes it, his prestige will collapse.
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Bianliang, inside the imperial city.
There was a canopy of umbrellas and a long procession stretching as far as the eye could see.
The emperor's guard of honor represented the Xia Dynasty's national strength. This time he left the capital, the pomp was far greater than before.
The people of Bianliang poured into the streets to watch the emperor's patrol, feeling a little melancholy in their hearts.
There was a lot of talk about moving the capital, and people were saying that the official's inspection tour was to inspect the new capital.
Bianliang is a Tokyo that has to be pinched on its fingers from now on. How can it not make people sad?
However, the spectacular scene in front of us is still refreshing. This is the weather in the summer.
At the front was the new army from the Beijing Camp. Gao Bing personally led the team and accompanied them on their patrol.
Wearing a gold helmet and silver armor, he rode a snow-white solid-colored tall horse with a tall head and a high handle, leading the way and making him look majestic.
Behind him, several tiger generals of the new army were lined up. Hu Yantong, Hua Rong, Liu Qi, and Yang Yizhong each commanded a battalion.
These soldiers and horses were carefully selected from 600,000 people. Each one of them was tall and tall, had brothers at home to support his parents, and had three generations of innocent ancestors.
Soldiers from such good families, with a little training from their instructors, are the most able to fight on the battlefield, dare to fight, and when gathered together, they have an invincible momentum.
In the middle of the team are the guards of the Long Live Battalion, who are familiar to the people of Bianliang, all wearing scarlet brocade uniforms.
They were responsible for escorting the emperor. In the middle were eight red horses from the Western Regions, pulling a carriage with exquisite workmanship and black lacquer and copper decorations.
Yang Lin was in the carriage, and in the carriage following him were the concubines, maids, chamberlains, Taoist boys, imperial chefs, and imperial doctors.
Yang Lin leaned on the "little pillow", holding a volume of letters, and frowned from time to time.
It's not because the "little pillow" is uncomfortable, in fact, it's getting softer and softer. With my unique vision, Su Nuannuan's breasts are really soft, and they are getting bigger and bigger.
It seemed that no one seemed to hear the cheers of the people of Bianliang outside. The few girls who were waiting in the car opened the curtains to see the scene of the farewell of all the people.
Even they had a strange feeling that they were all drunk.
In the center of thousands of people, there is always a magical magic that makes your blood flow up unconsciously.
But Yang Lin was still focused on the letter in his hand, which was sent back by the scouts of Goryeo. Over the years, hundreds of thousands of Goryeo civilians had been in the Xia Dynasty, and they had already mixed in and developed countless scouts.
Although Goryeo was far away, their every move was under Yang Lin's eye.
Yang Ziqian actually sent for peace talks. In less than a year of fighting in Korea, peace will be restored.
Cui Hongxu was also interested in peace talks, but Yang Lin was not surprised. They had reached this point, and with his deliberate balance, there was no way to tell the winner.
Both sides have their own strengths, but neither side has the strength to completely crush the other party.
This is what Yang Lin doesn't want to see. After all, after so much effort, is it just to see them split into two countries?
The Koreans seem to be smarter than those on the other side, especially those in high positions.
The Wrestling Toe was a real sword and a real spear. The North and the South had been fighting for more than three years, and there were so few men killed that the male-to-female ratio was almost one to twenty.
In the later stages, both sides even sent teenage boy soldiers into battle, which clearly shows how ferocious and aggressive the Wrestlers were.
But Korea is different. Firstly, they are not so aggressive, and secondly, they do not have such deep conflicts.
The conflicts between the north and the south are so deep that they are inherently at odds with each other, but Korea is different. There is no major conflict of interest between their regions.
Yang Lin could only sigh secretly. The most he could do was add fuel to their fire or add fuel to the fire.
However, directly sending troops to intervene would obviously not be worth the gain, and would probably drag down the development of the Xia Dynasty.
If the name is incorrect, the words will not be correct, and the food appearance should not be too ugly.
He put away the letter, lay back, and closed his eyes.
Su Nuannuan's slender fingers, as white as green onions, gently rubbed his temples.
"Guan, I'm tired. Why don't you take a nap?"
Yang Lin shook his head, pointed to the car curtain beside him, and said, "Open it and take a look."
Liu Rongniang, who was kneeling beside her, opened the curtain, and Yang Lin sat up straight. At this time, the honor guard had arrived at the outskirts. Looking at Bianliang City that was gradually moving away, Yang Lin's eyes were complicated.
This is undoubtedly a very great city. It is located in the heart of the Central Plains. After several generations of hard work, this city has become unparalleled and unparalleled in modern times.
But the wheel of history is rolling forward and will not stop for one city or one place. Kaifeng Prefecture and Bianliang are no longer suitable as a capital city.
He is in charge of an unprecedented vast empire, and a new city will rise where it is needed, carrying the glory of this nation.