After singing and dancing, Yelu Yanxi reverted to his old state, and he couldn't drink four or six.

The Khitan Emperor, who was about to die, took Yang Lin's hand and sang and danced.

Glancing around, Yang Lin found that there were only a few close ministers of Yelu Yanxi left in the main hall, and there were three Song people, Gao Shan, Qin Hui, and Bai Shizhong.

He smiled lightly and said to Qin Hui: "Huizhi, you still owe me a banquet last time you entered Beijing, come and have a drink here." ”

Qin Hui's expression moved, a little unnatural, the last time he took Jin'er and Yang San from Yangzhou to Bianliang, but when he arrived at Yang Lin's house, he was called away by his wife.

Although Mrs. is rude and unreasonable, she is the granddaughter of Zheng'er Bajing, and Li Qingzhao is a cousin, and she is the niece of Cai Jing's main wife.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was she who brought Qin Hui from a teacher in Yangzhou to the group of scholars in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Although Qin Hui has been angry repeatedly, it is false to say that he has no feelings for her. His father-in-law's family, including a few stubborn uncles, although they are all bullies who oppress the township, are unusually polite to themselves.

Later, his wife died tragically, and countless evidences faintly pointed to his classmate and best friend Yang Wenyuan, who had ironclad evidence related to the case, and was also safe and sound under Wenyuan's protection, and had to be a high-ranking official.

Qin Hui has thought more than once about whether Yang Lin killed his wife, in fact, the facts are already very clear, his father-in-law and several uncles have to scold Yang Lin every time they get drunk.

But Qin Hui still doesn't understand why his best friend would kill his wife. You must know that Yang Lin he knows is not this kind of person who kills his friend's wife.

Qin Hui couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it anymore, so he raised his glass lightly and smiled a little strangely: "It's been three years, Wen Yuan, you still remember it so clearly." ”

"Even thirty years remember." Yang Lin said with a smile, then raised his glass and drank it all.

The Liao dancing girl in the main hall, I don't know which family of the girl, with beautiful eyebrows and lips, is quite beautiful, wearing a thin gauze dress, and her snow-white arms and thighs are looming in the veil, showing the flexibility of her body to the fullest.

After getting drunk, Yelu Yanxi let loose his bones, put his arm around Yang Lin's shoulders, and writhed on the main hall.

Gao Shank cheered loudly on the side, and after a while, he was especially disgusted, and took the chopsticks and beat it himself.

Yang Lin's twisted eyebrows suddenly expanded, he laughed, pushed away the table, drank the residual wine in the cup, and jumped as much as the Liao Lord Tianzuo Emperor wanted.

"The sky will fall, the earth will fall, and the wind will never look at the morning star. And drunk the madness tonight, the sword of the Ming Dynasty slashed the world. ”

Khitan Xiangguo Xiao Feng clapped his hands first and said: "Good poems, good poems, who does Shaozai want to kill?" ”

"After Yan A's bones, is it considered a hero?"

"Phew!"

"Hahahaha..."

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Early the next morning, Yang Lin glared hard, still having a headache.

"Leave him alone, let him be greedy, let him hug and hug those foxy Khitan women."

A soft, slightly angry voice rang in my ears.

As soon as Yang Lin opened his eyes, it was the maid jewel who folded the incense, twisting a hot towel for himself.

Zhe Huanxiang was on the side, pouting fiercely, Yang Lin rubbed his eyes, pulled her into his arms with a smile, and scolded: "You little thing, dare to say bad things about me while I'm drunk." ”

Zhehuanxiang glanced at him and said, "Just talk about you, who made you dance the sword on the hall bare-chested yesterday." ”

"Really?" Yang Lin was a little confused, in order to get acquainted with Yelu Yanxi, he drank too much yesterday, and he couldn't remember many things.

Zhe Huanxiang blushed and scolded: "That emperor is even more not... To make a face, let the dancers lie on the ground, and he swims on people's bodies. ”

"Hahaha, in the end, it's a faint king, and I'm drunk to play better than me."

Looking outside, it was already dawn, this was really a taste of the life of a faint king, Yang Lin hurriedly stiffened a carp and jumped up from the bed.

"Why are you still standing stupidly! Bring the water and rinse your mouth! ”

The six bead-character maids hurriedly took action, and in the past few days in Yunzhou, it is the most important.

When a few maids served him to comb his hair, Yang Lin thought in his heart that he had made a good start in the past few days, and the next thing would be easy to do.

Now it seems that Yelu Yanxi is hopeless, don't think about not letting him enjoy it for a day, expecting him to rise up is simply a fool's dream.

The next thing is that after signing an alliance with the Khitan, the military power will overwhelm the land of Youyan, because by then this place will be nominally the land of the Great Song Dynasty.

No matter how mediocre Yelu Yanxi is, he is also the emperor of the Khitan, and the treaty he signed with himself is absolutely valid.

When the time comes, he will go to fight the Khitans and drive them out of Youyan, and there will even be Liao soldiers to help outside. Yelu Chun and Yelu Dashi don't have any backup at all, and their compatriots still have to pull their hind legs, I want to see if you still have to face the Jurchens in the north and fight me in Youyan.

Thinking of the dilemma of a generation of heroes Yelu Dashi, Yang Lin hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed secretly.

Seeing this smile, Ori Huanxiang suddenly blushed and twisted his arm.

"Neurotic." Yang Lin scolded and straightened his clothes, and walked out of the bedroom.

Several border generals of the Song Dynasty, and Lu Qian and others should be commanded and Marquis Yu have long been packed up and waited here.

Today is an important day, and taking back the ten military states in the land of Youyan is the content of today's alliance between Shaozai and the Liao Lord.

It is conceivable that when the result is transmitted back to Bianliang, it must be a jubilation.

Although if you want to really take back these military states, it will have to take some twists and turns, and it is very likely that you will have to fight a few tough battles.

But now the strong armies in the northwest are not afraid of a war.

Fame and fortune are already beckoning to him in front, and the eldest husband is going to fight for fame immediately, not looking forward to this moment.

"Let's go." Yang Lin waved his hand, and everyone protected him and went straight to the Yunzhou Palace.

Xiao Fengxian sat in the hall, and this time he came to form an alliance on behalf of the Liao lord, because the Great Song Dynasty did not send the emperor, so Yelu Yanxi could not end up in person.

Before leaving, Yelu Yanxi told himself that he must borrow reinforcements from the Great Song Dynasty, and Xiao Fengxian knew this, because the safety of him and the emperor was actually in the hands of the Song people.

If there is no protection from the Song army, let alone the wolf-like Jurchen Tartars, even those two anti-kings will not let go of themselves easily.

Xiao Fengxian has already made plans, this alliance is a good opportunity for him to curry favor with the Song people, and it will be up to him to escape to the Great Song Dynasty in the future and be taken care of or not.

This traitor of Da Liao has not yet negotiated, and is already thinking about how to betray the country to seek glory.

Finally, a rush of footsteps came, and Yang Lin walked in with someone.

"Xiao Xiangguo."

"Yang Shaozai."

After hugging each other's fists, Yang Lin smiled and said, "Let's start, shall we?" ”

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