On the surface of the Yarkand River, the waves are sparkling, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like a huge glittering golden jade belt.

Such a beautiful scenery goes straight to the fairyland of the world, but the evening breeze is mixed with a little gunsmoke and fish.

When they looked closer, they found that there were corpses everywhere, and the Kreh were searching for the belongings hidden in their arms in the piles of corpses.

In the distance, by the river, there was a bonfire, and Song Jiang and several generals were roasting lamb legs.

The grease dripped onto the fire with a sizzling sound, and Hua Rong took out a bag of salt from his bosom and carefully sprinkled it.

He didn't care about the hot hands, and the knife tore a piece, and his mouth was full of oil.

"If you want to talk about roast lamb legs, it has to be authentic here, and the sheep eaten in Shandong is rotten when you chew it."

Song Jiang glanced at him with disgust and said, "You are a man from Shandong, but you say everywhere that Shandong's is not good, isn't it that the water and rice there can raise you as a rough man?" ”

Hua Rong said with a smile: "Brother, I don't accept this, it's not good, it's not good, and I have to say it myself." Besides, my brother is afraid that he has forgotten that my captain Chi Rong is the prince of Khotan, and he is an authentic Khotanese person. ”

"Fuck off."

Khalhan, located in such a place where the trade routes between the East and the West, have been rich for a hundred years, but they do not pay much attention to delivering news.

After the Song army captured the city of Yochang, they traveled all the way west, and the defenders here were not on guard at all. The Khalhans have been dominant in this area for too long, and apart from all kinds of internal contradictions, they have split into two dynasties, the East and the West, and there are no other strong enemies.

The Khalkhanids, together with the great cannibals of Western Asia, monopolized the trade between the East and the West, collected high taxes, and often plundered caravans, so to speak, accumulating countless wealth.

In the history of later generations, Yelu Dashi was killed by the Jurchens and had no family to return, so he went all the way west and destroyed one of them, and obtained countless wealth.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to establish a Western Liao again, and quickly expanded to the Western Regions, Mobei, Central Asia and other regions, and in the Battle of Katwan in 1141, he defeated the Seljuk Empire and dominated Central Asia, and his prestige spread far and wide to Europe.

It can also be seen that the few forces that are now stuck in Yanjing and its surroundings are about to be fought in the strongest battle on the top in the world.

Even if he is the loser among them, he will crush the enemy from all walks of life when he goes elsewhere.

Song Jiangxi's expedition brought a group of tigers and wolves, these battles were fought, everyone made a lot of money, don't lose the wild and smiled: "I only know now, why Shaozai insisted on taking down this Khalhan, who would have thought that this kind of place would be so rich." ”

Song Jiang was not so relaxed, he frowned and said: "The strength of the Khalhan is not weak, although it is divided into two dynasties in the east and the west, which disagree with each other, there are still considerable troops. Next, our troops were divided into two routes, and I led my troops straight to Shule, the capital of the Qarakhanids, and did not lose the soldiers and horses of the seven divisions of your party and outflanked along this river.

Our goal is to completely conquer and occupy this dynasty, so you... Remember not to have the kindness of a woman. ”

After Song Jiang finished speaking, he found that he was completely worried, and these people under him didn't look like generals with the kindness of women.

One by one in the pile of dead people, with a leg of mutton in their hands, and their mouths full of oil...

Silently sighed in his heart, Song Jiang missed his time in Yuncheng a little...

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Fugu, Lu Wang took a handwritten letter from the daughter of the Zhe family, Zhehuanxiang, and came to Zhefu.

I didn't know why, after welcoming him into the mansion, I saw a copy of the handwritten letter.

Lu Wang said with a smile: "Shaozai's request is very simple, you go to the book yourself, and ask the official family to allow you to move out of Fugu and go to Mizhou Mansion." There, Shaozai can keep you rich and glorious. ”

After a deathly silence, he said in a deep voice, "Can you let us discuss it?" ”

Lu Wang made a casual gesture, and then followed the subordinates of the Folding Mansion out and waited outside the lobby.

Zhi Keqiu was furious, smashed two teacups in a row, and overturned the table: "The five-hundred-year-old foundation of our ancestors was destroyed by the hands of an ignorant woman!" ”

The children of the Zhe family did not dare to breathe, and the people who could beg their uncles and fathers also sighed.

Now that things have come to this point, to be honest, they all know that if they go to the root, it is not the responsibility of Ori Huanxiang.

When the Zhe family climbed up to Liang Shicheng and was about to provoke the battle of Song Liao, they were already destined to break with Yang Lin.

They just didn't expect that Liang Shicheng, who had been in power for nearly ten years, was suppressed by Yang Lin.

"People are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, this time we planted it, admit it!"

Zhi Kexing snorted coldly and said, "What if you don't recognize it?" Waiting to be killed? What a daughter I have born! ”

That night, Zhe Ke asked for resignation from the prefecture governor and moved to Mizhou Mansion in Shandong.

Everyone in the court was amazed, Zhao Ji smiled and groaned, and gave them thousands of hectares of fertile land, gold and silver, and allowed them to enter Beijing every year to participate in the imperial banquet.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a deep understanding of righteousness, and everyone in Bianliang City praises it.

In the house of the privy deputy envoy Seed Master Dao, the two brothers of the Seed Master Dao and the Seed Master sat opposite each other, relatively speechless.

The sound of Chongguiyi's chirping came outside, and the seed master broke the silence with a chuckle: "The Fugu family has been removed from the Western Army so far. ”

"Brother, how can there be any Western Army... It's better to say that Yang Jiajun is better. Yao Gu, Yao Pingzhong's father and son, only he is the head of the horse, Han Shizhong and Wang Yu and others, but he was promoted from a pawn; Party items Qiqiang, Kelie, Tubo... was tamed by him, the fine Feng clan was the most fierce in Hengshan Qiang, and I heard that their leader Su Keye excitedly held a banquet to celebrate ten days because his daughter was the man's concubine; In order to appease him, the living Buddha of Tubo Tsomo personally admitted that the Buddha was the Tao, causing a huge wave in the northwest, but still refused to change his words.

Not to mention the envoy of Qin Long, Song Jiang and Song Gongming..."

The second brother looked at the second brother with his brows tightly locked, complained constantly, and said with a smile: "The second brother doesn't need to be so depressed, our family is not a Fugu family, but a family of poetry and books, but after the ancestors were from Rong, their performance was too good, and this became the general of the northwest land."

Speaking of which, our teachings for the younger generations are far inferior to those of our ancestors. It is better to take this opportunity to regain the road of civilian officials, wouldn't it be like struggling for that bit of fame in the army. ”

The seed master raised his eyebrows and said, "What does my brother mean, do you want Yan Chong and other nephews to enter Taixue?" ”

The Song people called their younger brother and brother, for example, Zhao Kuangyin called Zhao Guangyi the second brother, and after becoming the emperor, he did not change his words.

The seed master stood up, his body bones were much better than when he was in Yan'an Mansion, and his waist was a little straighter, and after expanding his chest, he said with a smile: "What is too much to learn, just learn what is most fashionable in Bianliang today, Yang Xue." ”

"Yang Xue?"

"In the dojo under the Yanqing Temple, Wu Min, the eldest disciple of Yang Shaozai, is accepting apprentices to give lectures at the open altar, and let Chong'er go and have a look."

PS: When I first wrote this book, I wrote about thieves and all kinds of passion. Later, he was hit in a row, and he was harmonized, warned, and restricted from searching... It's timid, and sometimes I write a large paragraph and have to delete it with tears.

Today, a book friend mentioned it, saying that the taste has changed, and I am too... There are words of suffering. Today, in this chapter, I will precipitate, hoping to find a safe finish, finish the story, and not lose the state of someone's style in our day...

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