Yanmen is closed in the north of Qinlong, and there are many merchants coming and going at a glance.

Yingzhou is at war, and in the border where the Jurchen Tartars have not yet arrived, many goods have been speculated to sky-high prices.

Countless merchants of the Great Song Dynasty risked being affected by the war to pan for gold in Yunnei.

A bag of rice can be exchanged for a few Khitan girls, and some people even give their daughters away for nothing. Because when you arrive in the Great Song Dynasty, at least you still have a chance to survive and have something to eat.

If you continue to stay in these places in Yunnei Yingzhou, you will already be full of sorrow, and you will be hungry and hungry.

After fighting for such a long time, coupled with the fact that Yelu Yanxi was in power, he often raised taxes, and the people had long run out of food, and there was still some assistance from the Great Song Dynasty in the army, which was considered to be some food. There were countless women and girls of various Khitan nationalities who went to stay outside the barracks, and after some soldiers went in, they took back some military rations to help their families.

The battalion lieutenant general Zuo did not stop it, after all, this is the only way for these people to survive. It can also let the Khitan soldiers who have long been on the verge of collapse vent.

In the troubled times, people are like ants, hungry to this point, and their dignity has long been thrown out of the clouds. Even so, they didn't have much time to survive, and once the Jurchen Tartar sentinels came over, it was a plunder. Men and women, young and old, those who survived the massacre were pulled to make a living.

When the war was raging, he drove them like dogs and sheep, and filled the moats with all his life, and waded through the moats, and pushed the ladders under the city.

Under the fire of war everywhere, Yunnei is already a purgatory, which is also a common scene everywhere the Jurchen soldiers and horses go.

Before the Yanmen Gate, the planter looked at the barren grass ancient road in the distance, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Once upon a time, Yanmen Pass has also become a prosperous place, this Xiongguan does not know how many martyrs' bones have been buried for thousands of years, and now it should also be able to smile at Jiuquan.

Not far away, Yao Gu slowly rode over, his face was a little flushed, he looked at the breeder, and said slowly: "Old breeder, this time in the clouds, these horses under our command may not be able to fight with others. If you enter the city of Yingzhou, you are like a live target, surrounded by the Jurchens. I don't know if the old man has a good idea? ”

The seed master glanced at him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "You are the most treacherous, although you ask so, what is the idea in your heart, you don't know about it?" You don't want to enter Yingzhou, yes or no? ”

Yao Gu smiled and said, "We are the Northwest soldiers, which one of us didn't grow up watching, and nothing can escape your eyes." This should be difficult to enter, Yeluxian, who guards the city, is a mallet, not to mention, the main force is the eighth battalion of the resentful army, which is also a group of well-known weak brigades. Instead of being dragged down by them, it is better to take over the defense at the fortress, and use the best fortress fighting method of our Western army to make the Jurchens aggrieved and defeated. ”

The Western Army fought in a fortress, and there was really a set, and these veteran generals of the Western Army were well versed in it.

Slowly consume you in countless fortresses, cooperate with each other tacitly, and become each other's horns, which is most suitable for the enemy, a strong nation in the field, so that you can't use it.

The planter Dao's eyelids drooped, and although his face was not old, his body bones were a little rickety.

"Are the Khitans willing to build a fortress in Yunnei?" The Seed Master Dao pointed out the biggest problem with this matter.

Although the Khitan is weak, it is a country after all, how could it allow the army of the Great Song Dynasty to frantically build fortresses on its own territory.

The smile on Yao Gu's face was a little gloomy, he glanced at the outside of Yanmen Pass, and the army that was ready to go, pinched the horsewhip and said: "It's built, how can he beat the Jurchens in the future, I don't know what the situation is." When the Khitan acted in the Northern Han Dynasty, did he ever ask the Emperor of the Liu family? In the garrison of the Later Jin Dynasty, no one asked Shi Jingjiao if he was willing, right? ”

If the former civil officials in the court were in power, they would definitely not do such a thing, desperately preventing the generals from recovering Yunnei and establishing such feats.

But now it's different, the planter Dao Chang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You kid, this time, I want to go together, I have already sent someone to inform Bianliang, wait for the will of the imperial court to come down, let's decide!" ”

The seed master stretched out his hand and waved, the drum horn sounded loudly, and when the wild goose gate closed, the sound of countless soldiers and horses starting gathered into a loud bang.

Countless red tassels are like a sea of fire, and the second batch of Han soldiers stepped into the land of the clouds.

This time, the Seed Master Dao integrated all the soldiers of Qin Long, gathered another 70,000 people, and went to the battlefield in a mighty way. At this point, in the small court of the Khitan remnants of the mountains and rivers, the proportion of the power of the Three Kingdoms is almost equal to that of the Jurchen people in the Great Song Dynasty.

Only the nominal master, the Khitan, has the least soldiers and horses, and the lowest combat power.

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Zhaodefang, a figure rushed in.

"Where's Da Lang?" Liu Qingshui shouted at the top of his voice.

The maids in the flower hall recognized this person, it was Da Lang, and he looked surprisingly handsome, and they pointed at him one after another.

After a while, Yun Niang came over, drove these yellow-haired little maids away like chickens, and said with a smile: "Liu Tiju, please sit down and have a cup of tea, and the slave family will go in and inform Da Lang." ”

Liu Qingshui recognized Yun Niang and knew that she was the actual housekeeper in the house, nodded and motioned for her to go in quickly.

In an elegant bedroom, there are all kinds of curtains, and from time to time there is a spring chant that makes people's hearts shake.

Yun Niang took a sip and said through the window: "Da Lang, Liu Tiju from the Imperial City Division is here, saying that he has something important to look for you." ”

After finishing speaking, after waiting for a while, Yang Lin came out while wearing a belt, and Yun Niang hurriedly bent down to tie it for him.

"Qing Shui is weird these days, when he sees me, his eyes are not his eyes and his nose is not his nose, as if I owe him a lot of money." Yang Lin muttered dissatisfiedly.

Yun Niang smiled: "Da Lang is too worried, he still owes us more than 100,000 yuan." ”

Looking at her plump buttocks that bent over and bulged, Yang Lin smiled and pinched it, causing a coquettish cry.

"If the adulteress inside is gone, go and cover her with a cover, so that she doesn't catch a cold." This kid is really excessive, is it that the one who borrowed money at this time is already the uncle? Although he complained, after all, this was his best brother, Yang Lin still strolled to the flower hall.

Yun Niang pushed the door in and took a look, her pretty face turned red, and the situation in front of her was too unbearable.

"How are you?"

Li Feng's face was even more ashamed when he asked a sentence, and he buried himself in bed and didn't dare to speak. Yun Niang muttered, isn't this a sin, and then stepped forward and helped her cover the quilt.

As soon as Liu Qingshui saw him, he said, "Da Lang, I came to you for something." ”

Isn't that nonsense... Yang Lin looked at him angrily, who knew that Liu Qingshui was straightforward, and he didn't look like he owed money at all.

He took out a delicate fan, which at a glance knew was very precious.

The newly made Qi Su is as clean as frost and snow. Cut into a acacia fan, like a bright moon.

Group fans and fans were popular in the Western Han Dynasty to the Song Dynasty for more than 1,000 years, and after the Song Dynasty, they went hand in hand with folding fans, and were deeply loved by concubines, famous daughters, and literati.

"You write a love poem, so that your house will be embroidered with female red, and you must use good Huizhou gold silk thread. If you move quickly, I'll pick it up the day after tomorrow. ”

Liu Qingshui was a little embarrassed, he thought that Yang Lin must have understood his intentions, so he was still a little embarrassed, and after speaking, he snorted and threw his sleeves away.

"I am!" Yang Lin looked at Xu Saiyue, who was smiling beside him, and said angrily: "If it weren't for looking at him as my best brother, I would have turned my face with him, it's too arrogant!" ”

"It seems that Liu Tiju has taken a fancy to a girl from which family, and wants to send a love token." Xu Saiyue's face was envious, which was too emotional.

Yang Lin smiled, took her in his arms, picked his chin and said: "The vulgar fans outside, how can they be worthy of the poem I wrote, although this poem is for Liu Qingshui to hook up with a girl, it is actually written by me for Hao Yueyue." ”

Xu Saiyue's cheeks flushed, she quickly got up and laid out the pen and paper, and looked at Yang Lin expectantly.

Yang Lin took the pen, thought for a moment, and although he said that this was written to Hao Yueyue, he somehow remembered the world-like appearance of Xiao Liu Guifei, and wrote:

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain...

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