As night approached, the wind was bitterly cold on the empty streets.

A few small soldiers shrank back and went, patrolling back and forth, Shun Song Mansion has recently imposed a curfew, and no one is allowed to go out at night.

The six teenagers leaned against a clumsy adobe wall, which was burned black, and several people muttered, "What the hell is this weather, this year is the coldest year, right?" ”

"Don't gossip, the road is full of officers and soldiers, be careful of being discovered." One of the leaders whispered.

He bent his waist, his face resolute, one hand in his arms, listened attentively, and the dagger he clenched was hot in his chest.

The rest of the people did not dare to say anything more, and after a while there was a sound in the distance, a crisp sound of a shoe hitting the stone road.

A guard in a cross-chin military robe rode a horse, flanked by a group of sword-wielding soldiers in red and black armor, guarding a carriage.

It was none other than Zhang Boyu in the car, he was lying on the soft collapse at this time, and a young girl was riding on him.

Zhang Boyu is worthy of being a young man, and in the middle of the night, the third watch also had this car to shake Yaxing, the carriage squeaked, this woman didn't seem to be afraid of people outside hearing it, and she screamed quite freely.

It was bitterly cold outside, and the carriage was indeed burning with smokeless charcoal, and the guards were so cold that they pricked up their ears to listen to the flattering cry.

One of the guards, who was afraid of the cold, had taken off his iron helmet and hung it on the side of the saddle, leaving only a scarf to tie his hair.

Suddenly, a rock flew in and struck the mount under his crotch in the eye.

The horse neighed and staggered backwards, swinging its head vigorously.

The guard hurriedly tightened the reins, but his fingers were frozen and stiff, and he couldn't hold them in a hurry, his body was crooked, and he was thrown down.

The soldiers stepped forward to help them up, but a flurry of arrows came through, and they had to find cover on the spot to take cover.

In the midst of the lightning, there was an exclamation from inside the carriage, and the six assassins in the corner had disappeared into the night.

Everyone hurriedly lit torches and lifted the curtains, only to see that the girl's neck was empty, and blood gushed from the broken neck, and she had been beheaded at some point.

Zhang Boyu was so frightened that his face was like earth, his face was full of blood, and his eyes were round.

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In the early morning of the next day, people and horses were running back and forth in the streets, and people kept breaking into their homes, and officers and soldiers in armor were arresting people everywhere.

In the camp of the Song army, Yang Lin looked at Zhang Boyu who was in tears in the tent, and comforted him with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid, no matter who wants to kill you, we won't let him succeed." Now that you are in great trouble and will not die, you don't know if there will be a blessing in the future. ”

Zhang Boyu was even more frightened, he knelt on the ground, and said: "Yang Shaozai, these people have come and gone without a trace, and after killing people, my guards have not seen their figures. This time it was a maid who died for me, next time, next time... The villain wasn't so lucky. ”

Yang Lin slapped the table and said, "I said, you will be fine, no one will be able to move you." But you have also seen that in this Shun Song Mansion, I don't know how many people want your life, and if you want to save yourself, there is only one way. ”

Zhang Boyu hurriedly raised his head, wiped a handful of tears, and asked, "Please also ask Yang Shaozai to make it clear." ”

"A few days ago, didn't we just help that little kid to ascend to the throne, so let him Zen sit in you, live in the palace, and kill all sides, see who can still kill it? The Li Dynasty has lost the hearts of the people by now, with the support of my Great Song Dynasty, are you interested in being the king of Jiaozhi? ”

Zhang Boyu screamed, and a thought popped up in his heart, these assassins... Could it be...

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to continue thinking about it, but said: "The villain is weak, how can he be the throne." ”

Yang Lin said with a smile: "You can become the king of Jiaozhi County, it has nothing to do with your virtue, and it has nothing to do with your ability, it is better for you to be obedient and listen to me." ”

Zhang Boyu's heart moved, if he can be the king, he will wait for the Song people to leave in the future... Isn't this Li Dynasty's country his own?

"The villain will always lead the horse and whip for the young man, saddle the horse before and after the horse, and go to the soup and fire." Zhang Boyu hurriedly showed his loyalty.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Yang Lin said with a smile: "The Li Dynasty has a total of two or three hundred thousand troops, and more than half of them have been lost in the civil war, and the rest are all wine bags and rice bags. You will keep 10,000 men, and the rest will be dismissed, and only the servants will be kept to keep the law and order in all places. ”

Zhang Boyu exclaimed: "In this way, there are no soldiers and no generals in the DPRK, and the surrounding countries will not come to fight." ”

"Don't worry about this, can I make you suffer, I have already played the Son of Heaven and asked to be stationed forever. With the protection of the Song army, who dares to come and be presumptuous, you only need to build a large camp in the four places of Beining, Shun Song, Shanluo, and Huazhou, and have your own Song soldiers and horses, to resist foreign enemies for you and deter domestic Xiaoxiao. ”

Zhang Boyu didn't care about anything in order to be the emperor, but when he heard this, he was still embarrassed.

Yang Lin glared at him and said, "Why, if you have any different opinions, you can put them forward." ”

Thinking of the assassin's methods last night, Zhang Boyu's heart sank and said: "Listen to Shaozai, what Shaozai said is like the villain's holy decree." ”

Yang Lin stood up and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we are a clan and vassal relationship, and the Great Song Dynasty protects you, not only to take nothing, but also to help you get toe." I plan to set up a city bureau in these places to encourage merchants from the Great Song Dynasty to come here to trade with Fanbang in the Nanyang area, and exchange ideas. I have found out that the Cham in the south, and the Cham pirates in the north, are thieves who like to go hungry and plunder the merchants.

But don't worry, we have the South China Sea sailors, which will open soon, and when the time comes, we will first take the Cham thieves to clean up the sea, and return a trade route here to a smooth and rich source. ”

As soon as Zhang Boyu heard it, even if you garrison the army, you still have to trade, isn't this a robber? Especially your sailor, let alone send troops to invade the Song Dynasty in the future, this king is completely like a governor.

But if you think about it carefully, your throne is important, and without their protection, you can't save your life, so you don't care what you do. Besides, after all, he is the king of Jiaozhi, although he has to be controlled by the Song people, but he helps them to rule the people of Jiaozhi, and he can't be the emperor here.

As long as I serve the Song people well, the people here will let me take what they want, and it's not bad.

He gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "The villain doesn't know much about these things, and they all listen to Shaozai's decision." ”

This is a typical traitor, Yang Lin suddenly understood a little, the original Shi Jingjiao.

These people are selfish and only care about their own interests, how can they think from the perspective of the nation-state.

The person in front of him is the living Jiaozhi Shi Jingjiao, who finished this Jiaozhi early, just like the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, which completely returned to the Khitan, and was going to fall into his own hands.

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