"The problem still lies with Li Xingchen." But before that, in Yang Jian's view, there is still an obstacle that cannot be overcome.
The sudden rise of Li Xingchen can be said to be the biggest variable in Yang Jian's plan. No one would have thought that a small Nanchen who was destined to be in Jiangnan would suddenly be born.
Bone Yi considered this and said: "Prime Minister, there is no need to worry so much. Judging from the current situation in the Southern Dynasty, the first priority must be to recuperate and recuperate. Although the Southern Dynasty has a large territory, it has a small population, and the number of soldiers and horses it can gather is almost the same as ours.
, if we really want to go to war with the Southern Dynasty, we may not be afraid of them, but Yu Wenxian is different. As long as Yu Wenxian is still there, he will always be our irreconcilable but existing enemy. Which one is more serious, the prime minister should know in his heart.
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Yang Jian nodded slightly. Li Yichen could still talk about it anyway. They had a life-or-death relationship with Yu Wenxian. Obviously Yu Wenxian did not intend to accept any retreat from Yang Jian. In his opinion, the only way to do it was to take Yang Jian's life.
Protected the country and the country of the entire Zhou Dynasty.
In the final analysis, this is still a conflict between the clan and relatives. Since Empress Lu came to power in the early Han Dynasty, whenever conflicts broke out between the clan and relatives, they would never end. This seems to have become a historical cycle, but in fact it is also a conflict between the throne and power.
Fight for.
After all, there is only one person sitting in the highest position who has the right to speak.
"Appease Li Xingchen, as long as he doesn't join forces with Yu Wenxian, anything can be said." Yang Jian sighed and gritted his teeth, "What you gave him today, I will take back from him twice as much in the future!"
Gu Yi and Yin Shou exchanged a look, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sui Guogong came from a humble family to where he is today step by step. It can be said that every bit of what he achieved is his own.
Blood and sweat, it is already very difficult to give in at this time.
As for Li Xingchen, Guyi and Yinshou certainly knew that this would be the biggest threat to the Northern Zhou Dynasty in the future, and even what they were doing now could be called raising a tiger to cause trouble. But as advisers, they had no choice, and simply let Yang Jian ignore the peace.
When a conflict breaks out between Li Xingchen and Yu Wenxian, the only one who can gain advantage is Yu Wenxian.
At least peace talks with Li Xingchen can postpone the time for disputes between the two parties. The most turbulent three hundred years of chaos have taught people the most truth, which is to be patient and wait as much as possible, maybe there will be something.
Unexpected changes may occur.
Anyway, things are already so bad. Even if there is a change, how can it be changed, unless it is changed in a direction that is beneficial to Yang Jian.
Of course, in fact, everyone knows that there are some deeper reasons, that is, at least Li Xingchen is a Han, and officials such as Gu Yi, Yin Shou and others are also Han.
When choosing between the Han people and the Xianbei people like Yu Wenxian who reject the Han people, as long as you are not stupid you will know what it should be like.
"Prime Minister, be patient." Gu Yi suddenly said.
Yang Jian raised his head and looked at him. He was already in his forties, and his temples were already gray, but there were flames beating in his eyes.
Patience, patience, I have endured it for so long, I have endured the emperor who has always been suspicious of me, I have endured the impeccable wife who controls my backyard, I have endured the huge aristocratic families under me leaving one after another, how long do I need to endure it?
On the surface, he is the reincarnation of Cao Cao who is glamorous and has taken the emperor to control the princes. But in his heart, he knows that the difficulties he is facing now and the things he needs to endure are even more difficult than Cao Mengde.
Knowing that some words can only be adjusted to the right place and that there is no use in talking more, Gu Yi and Yin Shou resigned at the same time. Yang Jian just waved his hands and did not vent directly at this time. In fact, it was his maximum patience.
But when the two civil servants left, Yang Jian's hand holding the tea cup suddenly exerted force. The tea cup was crushed directly, and the fragments were inserted into his hands. Warm blood mixed with the cold tea flowed down bit by bit, but Yang Jian remained silent.
, just gritted his teeth and allowed the pain to stimulate his head along his hands, trying to wake himself up as much as possible.
Be patient, be patient...
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The arrow struck the ice and only chipped away some broken ice.
The Turks roared and climbed towards the top of the city. However, the smooth ice surface gave them nowhere to place their ladders, and people on the ice would slip directly to the bottom of the city. This made many Turks have no choice but to stay under the city.
They shouted curses, and of course they were answered by throwing wood and rolling stones in the direction of the sound.
No one wants to talk nonsense with the Turks. In this bitter and cold land, human nature, morality, ethics, etc. have all been diluted. What's more, when the enemy is not one's own race at all, everything becomes simple and straightforward.
Killing is the killing of Chiguoguo.
The Han soldiers and the Turks fought along the city wall. The crossbowmen on both sides fired arrows desperately when the wind was low, and the trebuchets threw all the stone bullets and even wood they could find at the enemy. Warm heat
The blood flowed along the ice and soon turned into a new layer of ice. When people stepped on it, the red ice water mixed with the snow below, turning into pink mud mixed with black.
The smell of blood will not last long at all, and will be blown away by the wind soon. Of course, the new smell of blood will soon overflow, forming a cycle.
The corpses below the city were piled directly there, gradually stiffening in the wind, while the corpses above the city were transported as far back as possible, so as to avoid affecting their own people going to the city. Of course, it was also to provide fuel for the city. After all, no matter how much firewood there was, it would not be enough.
Unable to withstand such consumption, the corpses of Turks naturally became a good substitute.
A thin layer of blood ice had formed on the armor, and Hou Mi couldn't even feel that his hand was still there. If it weren't for the fact that when he subconsciously waved the sword blade, his hand and sword were still moving, I'm afraid Hou Mi really felt that he had
There is no hand.
He didn't know how many times this was the Turks' attack. He only knew that these Turks were really like desperadoes, rushing upwards without hesitation, falling down row by row, and continuing to move forward row by row, their bodies lying on the ground.
There were more and more people gathering under the city, and more and more of their footsteps were left on the city.
After all, ice is not soil, and many places have been carved out by the Turks. Now the Turks are trying with difficulty to rush into the city through these gaps. When the gates of Huile City have been completely blocked, these gaps will naturally become
Best way into town.
"It's not going to work like this. We can't stop it anymore." Yu Xishen walked over on the slush, one foot at a time, and looked at the city head full of corpses and the dark mass of Turks outside the city who were still moving forward.
"We must stop even if we can't. We must endure and persevere." Hou Mi opened his mouth with difficulty. (To be continued)