"Say, what charter."

After three glasses of wine, Wang Yanchao picked up a petal of grapefruit and ate it, but he was too sour and cold, so he only tasted one bite.

"What the big marshal says, it's what the charter is, I just need the city to change its banner."

"Oh, so easy to talk to?"

"Because the handsome man is easy to talk."

Wang Yanchao smiled: "Don't pat yourself on the back, if you don't give way, even if you go out of Sichuan, you won't feel at ease, but if you leave Xingyuan, the world is big, but there is no place for this handsome." ”

"It depends on what ambitions the marshal has, the world is big, where you can't settle down."

"How?"

Qin Yue first drank a cup with Mr. Shen, and then said with a smile: "If the marshal has the heart to divide one side and claim the king's hegemony, then Yizhou can borrow 5,000 elite soldiers to help you go south, Jiangling Mansion, Nanchang Mansion, Changsha Mansion can choose a city, learn high and protect the economy, and you can enjoy the glory of more than 10,000 people in at least three to five years." ”

"If this commander had the heart of hegemony, how could he allow you, a cunning man, to lead his troops westward back then?"

"Then I have to ask, since there is no heart of separation, how much territory does the handsome want?"

“……”

Wang Yanchao was stunned, and the hand that reached out to get the wine glass froze in the middle.

How much territory do you want?

I haven't really thought about this question seriously.

At the beginning, Xingyuan was occupied, because this place was not only rich in the people, but also offensive and defensible, it was an important place for soldiers, and it was a newly opened territory, and it was necessary to strengthen the army and power, and the power was in the hands of the festival, compared to the mature officials of Fengxiang Mansion, everything was limited, and I don't know how much better, so he relied here as soon as he entered Sichuan.

In the past two years, I have indeed gained a lot of weight, with six armies in my hands, plus two thousand elite tooth soldiers.

The soldiers are well fed, and the politics are harmonious.

At the beginning, Song Jiuzhong was dressed in a yellow robe, and he didn't have the heart of the king of diligence, because he was satisfied with the status quo, no matter how much he fought to live and die, his life would not be much better than now.

So although he didn't despise Song Jiuzhong's personality, for the sake of the rich reward face, he still pinched his nose and recognized it.

Qin Yue sent a letter, he was not interested, the reason is the same, these days, you can get along with anyone, but you can't get along with yourself, so he plans to be out of sight, let you compete and kill, Lao Tzu will stand by and watch.

However, Song Jiuzhong's handwritten private message moved him again.

The king of Hanzhong, the land of Shuzhong, he and Han Lingkun divided and ruled, this temptation is great, although he knows that this pie is not easy to eat, but if you really want to eat it, it is not as simple as a little fat.

But why are you so excited?

Obviously, he doesn't have the heart of a king, and Taoguang is his own style of acting.

Wang Yanchao frowned.

Greed, hatred, and stupidity.

Buddhism calls it the three poisons, and it is difficult for mortals to quit.

Digression: The four major (earth, fire, water, wind), and the three poisons (greed, hatred, and ignorance) were first put forward by Taoism, but there are similar ideas in Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, and the translators of Shimen directly borrowed the more systematic ideas that Taoism had summarized as early as the end of the Han Dynasty, and then further carried forward, including the six desires or six emotions (eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind), and the Shimen was further refined, and the word was the root, and it became the six roots that everyone knows.

It is not without reason that Shakti was born in India, but it has flourished in China, at least because of the eclectic attitude and rich knowledge of translators such as Xuanzang.

The sea is inclusive, and there is tolerance.

Wang Yanchao's mentality is like that of some rich people, who know that they can't eat or use up their wealth for dozens of lifetimes, but when they see a wealth opportunity, they will still reach out and work tirelessly.

Often when things come to an end, I think, what is Lao Tzu doing with so much money?

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and after fattening, they are faced with the disaster of killing.

Throughout the ages, it has never been the same, even if the time goes back another 3,000 years, the truth is not broken.

What if Qin Yue was defeated, could Song Jiuzhong really tolerate a king of Hanzhong who was in charge of the territory of Dongchuan Ruodi?

But if it changes banners, what can he Qin Yue give?

Thinking of this, Wang Yanchao looked at Mr. Shen and asked Qin Yue: "Let's not talk about what Ben Shuai wants, let's talk about what you can give first." ”

Qin Yue said with a smile: "Dashuai is wrong again, it's not what I can give, but what you want, King Qin's rescue, it is the duty of the courtiers, if the handsome is holding the banner of righteousness high, I will naturally follow, as if we entered Sichuan together, Dashuai continues to be the leader, and I and Guohua are pawns again." ”

Wang Yanchao took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then laughed astringently: "You are a talker, can you agree, Li Xiang will agree?" Will Wang Chengxiang agree? Your army of 30,000 will agree? Now is not what it used to be, Hugh prevaricates with clever words, and shows your sincerity. ”

Qin Yue also picked up the wine and said sincerely: "Then, please ask Dashuai and Mr. Shen to drink this cup first, and then listen to the boy's details." ”

Wang Yanchao drank neatly, while Mr. Shen sipped carefully, but his eyes were locked on Qin Yue's face.

Qin Yue smiled back, and then said, "I have a dream......

……

……

Talking about dreams with politicians is like asking for fish from a tree.

Even if Zhang Yi is reincarnated and Su Qin is resurrected, it will be impossible to do it.

But Qin Yue said it very energetically, Wang Yanchao listened very seriously, and from time to time he nodded his head in agreement.

Just because the kung fu is outside the poem, the words are in the attitude.

Because Wang Yanchao has reached the point where he has to make a choice.

The elite army is outside, and it is consumed every day, although the loss of the southern expeditionary army of Han Zhen's department is not too great, in the city of Kuizhou, Qi Sanduo can keep the city without losing it, thank God, Cao Mu's department, more than a thousand green forest heroes look majestic, but it would be good to be able to eat a few teams.

The same is true of Shi Cheng's department, it is a great credit to be able to guard Bazhou, block the main road, and prevent the enemy from returning to the north smoothly.

Therefore, although Han Zhen and Shi Jinde are in a difficult situation, they are not defeated.

But Wang Yanchao has a hard time, he eats his old book, and fights for his family, he regrets sending troops hastily, and regrets not going out in person, but let the thieves run rampant.

But people now have rampant capital.

Ten thousand five armies gathered under the city, the entire Shu has basically been all his territory, and when Mu Yun of Zizhou frees his hand, Chen Cang of Yizhou sends reinforcements, Rao is he Wang Yanchao has three heads and six arms, and he has to take off three layers of skin if he does not die.

There is no point in holding this city.

Either retreat and go back to the Central Plains.

Either it will fall, and the city will be replaced with the Great Zhou Banner.

Where to go is what Wang Yanchao is entangled.

When he went back to the Central Plains, how Song Jiuzhong would treat him could be imagined with his toes.

When there is money, soldiers and territory, people can be humble and pay three points, if they return to Beijing in a gray manner, waiting for him, only one soldier is left, and then hang a false title such as the general of the left guard, leading the Lu to die.

This is definitely not what he wants, who is used to moderation.

For now, we only have to see what price this monkey can give.

He was patient, and after listening to Qin Yue's flamboyant speech, he smiled in his heart, doesn't it mean that there is no festival in the future, and he can use such a big circle? He looked at his brain, only to find that Mr. Shen was frowning.

He was shocked in his heart, and began to think back to what Qin Yue said, and dissected it carefully.

……

Thousands of miles away in Yangzhou, the flames of war are raging, the cannons are rumbling, and in the shouting of killing, among the Song army who are attached to the city, a strong figure is particularly eye-catching.

Song Jiuzhong finally exhausted all his patience and personally carried the Panlong stick to the city first.

In Beijing, Wei Renpu has been making small movements, in the west, Qin Yue is jumping more and more happily, and more Fang Zhen is handsome, but he stretches his neck like an old goose, listening to all the news that is beneficial to them, it is bearable, which is unbearable, he can no longer spend it in Yangzhou, as soon as the ditch is filled, he will wave his army to attack.

The official family ascended first, and the army of 100,000 was like a wolf and a tiger.

Li Chongjin didn't know how many swords he had slashed, and when the news of Xicheng being broken came, he looked up to the sky and roared, then picked up the jagged swords and slashed his throat.

Han Tong roared: "Death is a fart, if you have the ability, you will make a comeback......"

He did not choose to die in battle, nor did he choose to kill himself, but rushed into the Jieshuai's mansion on a fast horse, picked up Li Chongjin's youngest son, and then jumped on the clipper.

God didn't help them, and it didn't rain for more than a month.

Instead of helping them, the common people made a riot and rushed to open the city.

Yangzhou was defeated in a war.

Song Jiuzhong climbed the city tower, as far as the eye could see, the rivers and mountains were picturesque, in the distance, the waves were turbulent, the Yangtze River was rolling in, and he was fierce for a while, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.