"By this time, I have seen it clearly, and this Yang Lin has no intention of letting the neighboring country live in peace..."

Yang Ziqian's face was gloomy, his tone was a little cold, and there was a hint of hatred.

"All the vassal states bordering him, which has a good end, is the Cham at the end of the sea and the sky, and he is also played with in the palm of his hand. From the very beginning of our Goryeo, he was calculated, and Cui Hongxu was definitely deliberately connived at and supported by him. ”

Tuo Junjing's face was full of panic, if the Xia Dynasty was unreliable, how could he fight?

You must know that the reason why he is full of confidence in this war is that he expects the Xia Dynasty to be on his side.

No matter how bad the situation is, as long as the Xia Dynasty sends troops to directly participate in the battle, it will definitely be able to help destroy the rebels on its side.

Yang Ziqian glared at him, his eyes were a little disdainful, this person has repeatedly done bad things, if it weren't for his family, he would have been wiped out by himself a long time ago.

"Yang Lin doesn't plan to let us win, and naturally he doesn't plan to let Cui Hongxu win, he just wants us to kill each other and exhaust Goryeo's national strength, this vicious method is not the first time it has been used. Do you know how many people died in the three-year civil war of toe wrestling, almost three out of ten? Let's play for a few more years, and Zhang Boyu will be my best end. ”

In a hurry, no one could help anyone, and the tripartite forces of Goryeo were tired of the civil war.

"Send someone to negotiate with Cui Hongxu!"

At the same time, Cui Hongxu's side was also on the verge of collapse.

The endless civil wars, with their compatriots fighting every day, kept them almost all in a state of irritability.

The main thing is that there is no hope in sight, every day is a dark and bloody fight, this is not a war, but the self-harm of a people.

As soon as Yang Ziqian's people came, Cui Hongxu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as a challenger, the initiator of this talk, he must be Yang Ziqian.

Because once he sent someone to contact him first, he would inevitably be in turmoil, and he would change from overthrowing Yang Ziqian, a traitor, to compromising with him.

He who keeps saying that he wants to seek the well-being of the people is using the people to seek power for himself.

He can't afford this crime, and once someone makes a big announcement, his prestige will collapse.

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Bianliang, inside the Imperial City.

Luo umbrella canopy, the line is long, and the line is endless.

The honor guard of the Son of Heaven, representing the national strength of the Xia Dynasty, this time out of Beijing, the pomp is far greater than before.

The people of Bianliang poured into the streets to watch the Son of Heaven go out on patrol, and they were a little melancholy.

The voice of moving the capital is very loud, and everyone is saying that the official family is going to inspect the new capital this time.

Bianliang is a day in Tokyo, and he will have to pinch his fingers in the future, how can it not make people sad.

However, the spectacular scene in front of me still makes people feel refreshed, this is the weather of the big summer.

At the front was the new army of Beijing, and Gao Shanshan personally led the team and accompanied the patrol.

Dressed in gold helmet and silver armor, riding a snow-white solid color high-headed horse, the high-handled horse is the first to be majestic.

Behind him, several tiger generals of the new army were all listed, and Hu Yantong, Hua Rong, Liu Qi, and Yang Yizhong respectively commanded a battalion of men.

These soldiers and horses were carefully selected from 600,000, each of them was a tall and burly man, with brothers in the family to support their parents, and three generations of innocent ancestors.

Such a soldier from a good family, with a little bit of instructor training, is the most capable and daring to fight on the battlefield, and when gathered together, he has an indestructible momentum.

In the middle of the team was the familiar Banzai battalion guards of the people of Bianliang, all dressed in crimson brocade robes.

They were responsible for escorting the Son of Heaven, with eight crimson Western Regions sweat and blood horses in the middle, pulling a carriage with exquisite workmanship and black lacquer and bronze decoration.

In the carriage was Yang Lin, and in the carriage that followed, there were accompanying concubines, palace ladies, chamberlains, Taoist children, imperial chefs, and imperial doctors.

Yang Lin leaned on the "small pillow", holding a volume of letters, frowning from time to time.

It's not that the "little pillow" is uncomfortable, in fact, it's getting softer. has a unique vision, this Su Nuannuan is really 1 milk, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

The cheers of the people in Bianliang outside didn't seem to be heard, and several girls who were waiting for them in the car lifted the curtains to see the scene of the people sending off.

Rao is them, and they also have a strange feeling, feeling that the whole person is drunk.

Ten thousand people in the center, always use a magical magic to make your blood surge unconsciously.

But Yang Lin still focused on the letter in his hand, which was passed back by the scouts of Goryeo, and the hundreds of thousands of Goryeo people had been in the Xia Dynasty for so many years, and they had already mixed in and developed an unknown number of scouts.

Although Gaoli was far away, their every move was under Yang Lin's nose.

Yang Ziqian actually sent peace talks, and this Goryeo fought for less than a year, and peace was about to be restored.

Cui Hongxu also moved the mind of peace talks, Yang Lin was not surprised, they fought to this point, under their own intentional balance, they couldn't tell the winner at all.

Both sides have their own capital, but they both lack the strength to completely press each other to death.

This is what Yang Lin doesn't want to see, after all, it took so much effort, is it just to see them split into two countries?

The Koreans seem to be more enlightened than the heads on the toe-toe side, especially these high-ranking people.

Toe wrestling is a real knife and a real gun, the north and the south have been fighting for more than three years, killing men are scarce, and the ratio of men to women is almost 1 to 20.

In the later stages, both sides even sent teenage boy scouts into battle, and the ferocity and aggressiveness of the wrestlers can be seen.

But Goryeo is different, firstly, they are not so aggressive, and secondly, they do not have such deep contradictions.

The deep contradiction between the north and the south is inherently the same as fire and water, but Goryeo is different, and there is no major conflict of interest between their regions.

Yang Lin could only sigh secretly, at most, he would add fuel to the fire to them, or add fuel to the fire.

However, directly sending troops to intervene is obviously more than worth the loss, and it is likely to drag down the development of the Xia Dynasty.

If the name is not right, it is not good, and the appearance of eating should not be too ugly.

He put the letter away, lay back, and closed his eyes.

Su Nuannuan's slender fingers, as white as a green onion, gently rubbed his temples.

"Official, but I'm tired, it's better to take a break."

Yang Lin shook his head, pointed to the car curtain beside him, and said, "Open it and take a look." ”

Liu Rongniang, who was kneeling on the side, opened the curtain, Yang Lin sat up straight, at this time the guard of honor had arrived in the suburbs, looking at Bianliang City, which was gradually moving away, Yang Lin's eyes were complicated.

This is undoubtedly a very great city, it is located in the heart of the Central Plains, and after several generations of efforts, this city has become unparalleled and unparalleled.

But the wheel of history is rolling forward, and it will not stop because of one city and one place, and Bianliang of Kaifeng Mansion is no longer suitable as the capital.

He is in charge of a vast empire without precedent, and a new general will rise from the ground where it is needed, carrying the glory of this nation.