Wang Jingang lay on the thick corpse of the Maitreya disciple, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Yang Lin was furious and mobilized soldiers and horses to come, and these rebellious embryos were uprooted before they could do anything.

The moment the officers and soldiers appeared, Wang Jingang knew that a catastrophe was coming, and he planned to hide in the mountains and forests for a few days, but he didn't expect the government to take action, so vigorously and resolutely, which was very different from the past.

This guy has experienced countless ups and downs in his life, and he knows the way that a husband can bend and stretch, and he fell in a pool of blood of his companions right away.

I didn't forget to paint my face with blood, and the stinky officers and soldiers everywhere would not be too careful in cleaning the battlefield, and when no one was on guard, they would have a good chance to get out.

After a long wait, the soldiers of Jingzhao Mansion finally began to clean up the corpses. Of course, they won't have the patience to look through them one by one. First, there are many corpses and few hands, and if one is accidentally pulled by a rebel who is not dead, he will not die unjustly. The easiest way is to poke around the corpse with a long snatch, and then make up for it if you really don't die.

Moreover, the plague in Yunnei made people panic, and it is said that it was this corpse that caused it, and everyone avoided it.

Wang Jingang was not very lucky this time, a captain of the box soldier grabbed his left thigh and pierced it, and the pain of the gun head into the flesh made him feel like he was drilling, and he didn't move.

Finally, when the soldiers left scolding, Wang Jin had just pulled them out of the soil, but fortunately these soldiers were lazy and buried not very deeply.

He took care of his wounds and stayed in the mountains for another three days before taking advantage of the night to hurry up and rest during the day, and go to the area of Jingchu Huguang.

There is a deep foundation of Maitreya Buddhism, and in the Great Song Dynasty alone, there were three rebellions.

Isn't Wang Jingang's resurrection from the dead the best proof of Maitreya's reincarnation? He sneered twice and continued on his way despite the pain.

The previous Ming rebellion was easily suppressed by the imperial court, and some Ming Christians hid it. And the Jiangnan gentry, the attitude now is very different from before, if they rebel themselves, maybe they will get the support of many people.

In the Jingchu area, the Maitreya Sect has a deep foundation, so wouldn't it be better to develop a group of stupid village women in this Qinlong.

My king King Kong will not die this time, and there will be blessings in the future, and when he arrives in Jingchu and Jiangnan, he is also a corner.

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Inside the Jingzhao Mansion, a spacious living room with a gorgeous setting is dimly lit. Only a tall poke lamp was lit in the corner, and under the dim light, the face of the owner here was reflected in the flickering light and darkness.

Yang Lin sat alone on the soft couch, his fingers tapping his knees, and his face was full of worry.

A few days ago, news came that the Jurchens sent an envoy to Bianliang, saying that they wanted to reconcile with the Great Song Dynasty. It is also necessary to open the market and communicate with each other.

This is another very dangerous signal, the Jurchens have begun to concentrate on the establishment of the country, this small tribe has conquered the Great Liao, but it is not terrible.

The terrible thing is that they are starting to get on the right track, out of slavery, and the territory that Yelu Abaoji and his descendants have laid down is large enough to support a powerful empire.

Just after the end of the battle of Yunnei, the Great Song Dynasty got Yunnei as he wished, and restored the ancestral homeland, the north gate of the Han family; The Jin people got their wish, got Yelu Yanxi, and completely defeated all the Liao regimes on the Liao soil; Yelu Dashi also got his wish and kept the Khitan bloodline.

Is this a joy for all? It's an alternative compromise, and everyone feels like they need time.

After a few years of reunion and recovery, I am afraid that it will be a long war.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a man came in, it was Lu Wang.

"Shaozai, my subordinates and others have interrogated the Maitreya disciples and found that this religion is not simple. After Jiangnan exterminated the Ming Sect, there was no in-depth investigation, and many sect members hid.

Now that they are gradually merging with Maitreya, the new teachings are even darker and more extreme, and they are prone to murder for pleasure. And in Jiangnan, there seem to be many people who secretly favor them. ”

Yang Lin waved his hand, distraught: "It's a big deal in the court, but Liaojin, I'm worried that it's too late to build Yunnei, do I have to do everything myself, and leave such small things to Yin Muhong to do." ”

Lu Wang looked stunned, and just wanted to speak, but he swallowed back, hugged his fists and said, "My subordinates will send someone to hand over to the Governor's Mansion." ”

"Catch one and kill one." Yang Lin said viciously: "Eliminate the evil, there is no woman's kindness." ”

"Yin Muhong... A woman's kindness should be nothing to worry about. Lu Wang muttered.

Yang Lin was worried about things, and as soon as he left Beijing, an official in Bianliang wrote to him, saying that he was the reincarnation of An Lushan.

also led the Hu people, killed the Jingshi, imprisoned the emperor, and controlled the government.

At the beginning, Yang Lin's henchmen were all in Youyan, and the people who led them into Beijing were indeed military men of all ethnic groups in the northwest.

Although this thing doesn't seem to hurt, it can't be careless, Wang Mang's experience is written in the history books, no matter how big the tailwind is, it can't be taken lightly.

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Zhao Mansion, in the bedroom.

Li Qingzhao's beautiful eyes smiled into two crescents, and he and his husband Zhao Mingcheng faced a pair of ink treasures, watching it with relish.

This dot painting is crisp and beautiful, the bones are strong, the knot is tight, and the most important thing is that the payment is stamped, Liu Gongquan.

Liu Gongquan read the calligraphy of the Tang Dynasty, dissolved his own new ideas, and created his own unique "Liuti" regular script, which was a model for later generations to learn and became one of the outstanding representatives of "Tang calligraphy and law".

"I didn't expect Yang Shaozai to be so generous." Zhao Mingcheng sighed.

How did he know that Yang Lin's personal taste made him appreciate the calligraphy and paintings of Zhao Ji and Cai Jing in this dynasty even more, and most of the collections in his home belonged to these two people. Although the Tang dynasty Liu Gongquan is more famous, after all, it has only been a few hundred years, and the authentic works are not difficult to find.

After the surprise, Zhao Mingcheng became worried again, raised his head and said: "Lady, this is useless, Yang Shaozai is so generous, how should we repay the gift?" ”

Li Qingzhao was also blindsided, he didn't know how to answer, he wanted to return it, looking at the real handwriting on the table, but he couldn't say anything.

This little couple looked at the small eyes with big eyes across a piece of Liu Gong's real handwriting, and Zhao Mingcheng suddenly said: "Yes, the biggest baby in our family is you." ”

Li Qingzhao's face flushed, his eyebrows were sneered, and he grabbed Ruyi on the table and was about to beat someone.

Zhao Mingcheng hurriedly admitted his mistake and said: "Wronged, wronged, lady, for your husband, you are talented." ”

"Okay, you boneless thief, what do you mean?" Li Qingzhao looked unwilling to take a break. Her shirt collar in the inner room was loose, coupled with Zhao Mingcheng's tricky angle, piles of jade snow peaks flashed, and Rao is own lady couldn't help but swallow and saliva: "When you reach Yang Shaozai's status, how can you raise your eyes for ordinary property, if you write a poem to send it, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing in the literary world." ”

Li Qingzhao put down the Ruyi in his hand, tugged at the placket, pouted, and asked blankly: "So... Is that possible? ”