Bianliang, Zhaodefang.

There was a light like a bean in the study, Yang Lin lowered his head, and looked at a map of the territory of the Great Song Dynasty with the corner of his mouth hooked.

In the northwest corner, it is the homeland of the four old kingdoms of Tubo, Western Xia, Uighur and Khalhan, which he built single-handedly.

Follow the map to the east, Yunzhou is Yelu Yanxi's partial court, Qinlong is his own foundation Yao Pingzhong's Western Army, the Zhe family has withdrawn from this stage, the family enjoys Qingfu in Bianliang, the Yang family is insignificant, and the Western army and the people are all used by me;

Further east is Youyan, Han Shizhong's elite soldiers are like clouds, fierce generals are like rain, and on this land he takes, although there is no name of Yan King, there is the truth of Yan King;

Follow Youyan to the coast, Tianjin Port, Mizhou Port, Huating Port, Mingzhou Port, a coastal line, the city division and the sailor are all in their hands, there are soldiers and money;

In the end, Dali, who has completed the last piece of the territory, has completely encircled this Da Song, Yang Lin reached out and shook a fist in the air above the map, and the shadow fell to the map mountain, and it seemed that a big hand could be seen holding Da Song tightly.

From all sides to the heart, their new policies must be implemented, and whoever dares to stop them will let this grip turn them into powder.

With a squeak, the door of the study was pushed open, and Yin Qianqian flashed in, smiling skillfully, and personally came over with a soup cup. Behind him, two little maids with double buns closed the door step by step.

Yin Qianqian saw him comparing alone on the table, and laughed: "Da Lang, what are you doing, catching insects?" ”

Yang Lin touched his nose, his pride came to naught, he was a little embarrassed, and said curtly: "Why are you here." ”

Yin Qianqian thought of his father's instructions, and glanced at Yang Lin with a pair of affectionate eyes, and his cheeks melted with rouge.

What kind of person Yang Lin is, he could see her thoughts at a glance, walked to the side of the beauty, took a sip of incense on the delicate beauty, and patted it on the soft place: "I'll go to your room tonight." ”

Yin Qianqian's face was shy, and he lowered his head and said "um" lightly, like a mosquito.

As soon as Yin Qianqian left, there was a sound of footsteps, and Lu Qian smelled a smell of fat, so he didn't come in, and knocked on the door outside: "Shaozai, there is news from the Khitan side." ”

When Yang Lin heard this, he put the map away and said, "Come in and say." ”

Lu Qian pushed the door in, his face was a little excited, and he said loudly: "Shaozai, Yelu Dashi was defeated in Beiwanggang, the Jurchens recaptured the gate of Zhongjing, and Wanyan Lou Room waved his troops south to besiege the small Khitan court in Zhongjing. ”

"What about the reinforcements in the clouds?"

A trace of contempt flashed in Lu Qian's eyes, and he sneered: "How can there be any reinforcements, Yelu Yanxi and Xiao Sixian in Yunnei sat back and watched his son be arrested, Concubine Wen died tragically, and Yelu witnessed the reduction of gold."

Yelu Yanxi decreed that Datong Mansion celebrated for three days to celebrate the ambush of the traitors, and sent envoys to the Jin Kingdom to send thanks, thanking Dajin for helping them eradicate the rebellion. ”

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Yang Lin gasped, as if there was a rolling torrent rushing through in his heart, is this faint gentleman still a person.

Da Liao is not dead, and the heavens are uneasy, not to mention a mere Yelu Dashi, even if his mother's Yelu Abaoji is reborn, it will not be able to save this dim and rotten empire.

As a buffer zone, the Khitan is very important, and it must buy enough time to ensure that its reform in China can be carried out confidently and boldly.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and Yang Lin groaned: "Yelu Dashi, help me up." ”

"Ordered Su Keye of Xiazhou to borrow from the territory of the Kereh people and deliver supplies to Yelu Dashi. 20,000 horses, 40,000 pairs of armor, 40,000 scimitars, and 100,000 bows and arrows. Winter is coming, the winter on the Moxi grassland, the Jurchens dare not set foot in it, it should be enough to support Yelu Dashi to relieve this breath. ”

Lu Qian took the order and left, Yang Lin let out a long sigh, he had invested so much in Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi, and at this time, there was really a feeling that the mud could not support the wall.

This feeling also appeared in Zhao Ji, when he was fighting in Youyan, this guy sent Cai You to Hedong, and then six gold medals called him back to Bianliang. At that time, Yang Lin's heart was the feeling that this kind of mud could not support the wall, and it is still today.

This south and north, the two kings of the dead country, are really not wronged at all.

No wonder they are in the City of the Five Kingdoms, they can see each other at first sight, and they are really his mother's confidants.

After Lu Qian left, Yang Lin looked at the map again, there was going to be a vacant position in his fist, Yunnei was brought to Yingzhou, which was the junction of the Khitan and the Great Song Dynasty, and now it seemed that he had to send some defenders, just in case.

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Early in the morning, it was dark.

On the outskirts of Bianliang, the people of the Duwei Mansion were ready to go, and Shaozai Yang Lin impeached the Du Wei Mansion for overcorrection and too many killings, and the officials deposed Yin Muhong from Beijing and took up the post of Suzhou Ying Feng Bureau.

Yin Muhong's face has been gloomy since he came out of Bianliang, and there seems to be a layer of blood on the top of his head.

The people of the Governor's Mansion knew that the time for a big killing was coming again, and in less than half a year, the civil officials and ministers who had been high above the top and disdained them were killed by themselves.

The bloodstains on Jinliang Bridge have not dried, and there is a bloody smell outside Fanlou, and now they are going to Jiangnan again.

A light rain came unexpectedly, and the cold rain stained the armor on his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Yin Muhong waved his hand and said: "Tell the people behind to speed up to the ship, there is hot water for bathing, there is a cabin to avoid the cold, and the wind goes straight to Jiangnan." ”

The crowd accelerated forward amid cheers, and the sound of horses' hooves stepped on the bluestone slabs on the outskirts of Bianliang, attracting passers-by to stop and watch. Many people only dare to point fingers after they leave, this is the famous Governor's Mansion, and the notoriety can stop children crying at night.

At this time, I don't know how many Bianliang officials celebrated at home.

The butcher Duwei's mansion, whose hands were stained with blood, finally left Bianliang.

In the forbidden, Yang Lin and Yang Jian sat opposite each other.

The Duwei Mansion left, the murder knife hanging above the heads of Bianliang Baiguan disappeared, and Yang Lin was preparing to pull out the second one.

Yang Jian still has the iconic old woman's smile, and her fair skin is well-maintained, no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a person who is almost seventy. If he wears a commanding suit, a proper wealthy old lady, no one will be able to see the flaws.

Yang Lin knew that under this kind eyebrow, what was wrapped was not a kind heart, that day in Gen Yue's bedroom, the old eunuch stabbed Liang Shicheng's body, splashing blood, he was really a ruthless person.

"Hehe, Brother Yang, brother, this anti-incident factory, was first suppressed by your Long Live Battalion, and then came to the Governor's Mansion, this time it is finally time for us to sing a big show?"

Yang Lin lowered his head and smiled lightly: "How can there be a big horn that doesn't have a finale, my old brother, you have to help me keep an eye on it." ”

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