Bianliang, Honglu Temple, Rite Hotel.

Yang Ziqian stood in front of the door, and the Goryeo guards behind him were packing up.

His face was a little ugly, and the first batch of Goryeo people were repatriated, on the west side of the Yalu River, and they attacked the Goryeo soldiers and horses stationed in the garrison as soon as they crossed the river.

What is ridiculous is that a group of people armed with wooden sticks, stones and other objects killed the defenders in pieces, abandoned their armor and fled, and almost fled all the way back to Kaijing.

Yang Ziqian's confidant at the beginning of the palace change, the general Tuo Junjing once again proved his incompetence, but it is a pity that such a burly general turned out to be a straw bag with a wine bag and a rice bag.

Now Daxia's attitude is very ambiguous, although he was supported by them, but from the emperor to the minister, it seems that he does not want to see a complete Goryeo.

This was a dangerous signal, and Yang Ziqian immediately thought of wrestling, Dali, and Khitan.

Each of them was messed up by the Han people, and when these neighboring countries were plunged into civil strife, and then the Han army appeared.

The final result is that these countries have now become provinces of the Xia Dynasty.

"Your Highness, pack up."

Yang Ziqian nodded, straightened his waist, and waved his hand: "Let's go." ”

On the official road of Bianliang, a team of Goryeo carriages galloped away quickly, and in front of another city gate, Yang Ziqian and only three guards, dressed in civilian clothes, went all the way north.

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In the imperial city, Yang Lin stretched his waist, and on the bed next to him was a petite girl, sleeping sweetly.

The morning sun is evenly scattered on the white and tender skin, with a milky white halo, and the long eyelashes tremble and tremble, which is very cute.

Yang Lin rubbed his eyes, remembering the crazy energy of seeking up and down last night, he couldn't help but secretly say that the little peach had grown up.

As soon as there was movement here, Yun Niang, who was waiting outside, came in with a few palace maids to wait for him to get up and wash.

Yang Lin waved his hand and motioned for them to go to the outer hall and not to wake up the girl on the bed.

Yun Niang smiled and led people to tiptoe out, Yang Lin climbed out of the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt for the little peach, the girl let out a comfortable hum, turned over and lay on the bed and continued to sleep.

Yang Lin smiled, went outside the hall, washed his face, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, and then changed into a dragon robe.

Because Xia is known as Huode, the dragon robes are all red, and they look bright and dazzling.

In fact, almost all of the emperor's dragon robes of the past dynasties are based on this, for example, the water virtue is all black.

Since the beginning of the Shuide Dynasty, there have been quite a few, but only one is not black. That is Li Zicheng's Dashun, after he ascended the throne, others told him that you are the Shuide Dynasty, and the dragon robe should be black.

Li Zicheng scoffed, thinking that the sailor was blue, so he used a blue dragon robe...

Yang Lin stretched out his arm, glanced at his sleeve, and asked, "How is this dragon robe?" ”

Qin Qingqing girded his waist and said with a smile: "Spirited." ”

Yang Lin touched her chin and said, "Otherwise, I like your mouth, it will make people comfortable." ”

There were a few coquettish laughter in the hall, but there was an attendant outside: "Official, there is a letter from the Governor's Mansion." ”

"Oh? Take it in. ”

A palace maid slowly retreated, came in with a letter, unfolded it, and handed it to Yang Lin.

Yang Lin read this kind of letter, very fast, the people of the Governor's Mansion are simple and clear, and there will be no nonsense.

After reading it, Yang Lin lowered his head and pondered, sighed and said, "Never underestimate the world..."

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Not far from the port of Tianjin, there is a dense forest with a path in the middle.

A few days ago, there was a vicious murder here, and the person who died was an unusual person, a member of the Goryeo mission.

This is already a matter involving the state, and the local government does not dare to slack off and quickly organizes a manpower investigation.

Before they could investigate, the murderer came to surrender, and it was a group of Korean people.

They claimed that because the Koreans had slaughtered their relatives and relatives, they had come to ambush and kill people in order to avenge their personal revenge.

The officials of the Tianjin government knew at a glance that they were coming out to take the blame, these people looked old, weak, sick and disabled, and a few of them were obviously sick and dying.

How could they kill so many people, if there was a fight, maybe who would be killed?

The government was most concerned about Yang Ziqian, the king of Korea in Goryeo, but it turned out that he was not among them.

While the people in the government breathed a sigh of relief, they were also secretly worried, for fear that he would be captured.

In the remaining few days, I searched all over the vicinity of Tianjin, and there were no clues.

At this time, on the bank of the Yalu River, Yang Ziqian crossed the pontoon bridge and came to the Goryeo military camp.

He only brought three people, and he dared to pass through Shenyang Mansion, where Goryeo people were most concentrated, and came to the Goryeo camp.

From the main general Tuo Junjing to the ordinary soldiers in the camp, all of them were panicked.

Tuo Junjing had a bandage around his neck, uneasy, for fear of being held accountable.

Yang Ziqian took off his cloak, wore armor, and his face sank like water.

"Your Highness? This incident was a momentary negligence on the part of the lower officials..."

Yang Ziqian waved his hand and said, "Beat the drums, gather the generals, and come here to meet." ”

The drums beat and the generals in the battalion were all present.

There were a few people who dragged on weekdays, and they didn't dare to slack off, so they came with their helmets in hand.

When they came to the Chinese military tent, they saw that it was Yang Ziqian present, and many people were stunned.

Seeing that the people were almost here, Yang Ziqian glanced at Tuo Junjing and scared the latter into another spirit.

"How many are missing?"

"It's all here. It's all here. ”

Yang Ziqian twisted his wrist guards, this county king who groveled to the Xia people in the past and attacked his compatriots with heavy punches, actually had a trace of domineering.

"A few people, unarmed and without a piece of armor, dared to attack the fortifications along the Yalu River."

The people present lowered their heads one after another, not daring to speak, and none of them dared to regain it.

Yang Ziqian raised his voice and said coldly: "I only say three points, one is that I am not to blame for the past, no matter whose fault it was when I didn't come, all of them will be cleared."

The second is to strictly enforce military discipline, and those who retreat from now on will not be forgiven!

The third is to reward meritorious service, pass on the order, no matter who it is, kill an enemy in exchange for five times of money. Kill ten enemies, and add officials to knighthood. ”

In just three sentences, the Goryeo military camp, whose morale was sluggish, miraculously recovered.

Without a trace of delay, the Goryeo military camp was no longer defensive, and opened the camp gate and came out.

The people on the periphery looked at the officers and soldiers pouring out in amazement, and they didn't know why they had completely changed until they died.

The negligent people, and even most of them were lying in the grass to keep warm, and their heads were chopped off by the officers and soldiers who killed them like crazy.

Although they soon began to resist, after all, they were a group of people, and they didn't have many blades in their hands at all, most of them were the trophies of the last time.

It took only one afternoon for the officers and soldiers to kill all the people who rebelled this time, and more than 10,000 people who were repatriated for the first time were all slaughtered.

On the Yalu River, countless headless corpses were thrown, and blood slowly seeped into the frozen river.