Yang Lin chatted with Zheng Shen for a few words, and he couldn't wait to lead the topic to the sleeve building.

Zheng Shen is the ruler of the country, his daughter did not give birth to a prince, and he wants to leave some political foundation for future generations in the court, he has neither the ability nor this opportunity.

Zheng Shen, who clearly understands this, pursues more money for the rest of his life.

Yang Lin was not interested in dealing with an old money fan, and when the people from the Banzai camp came back, he stood up and said: "Since you have taken care of the courtyard, you will plan for a good life after you go back, this matter is ordered by Your Majesty personally, and it must be perfect." ”

Several craftsmen from the Banzai Battalion nodded yes again and again, Yang Lin helped his belt, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, this official will leave." ”

Zheng Shen hurriedly retained: "How can this make the tired Shaozai worry about us, can't Zheng even take out a meal?" If Shaozai doesn't dislike it, he must have lunch before leaving. ”

Yang Lin waved his hand, rejected his kindness, and said bluntly: "Since this official has accepted the dispatch of His Majesty, he will have to be bothered from time to time in the future, so don't be annoyed by the Taishi." ”

After boarding the carriage, Yang Lin saw through the curtain that a delicate carriage stopped in front of the house, and when the curtain was lifted, two girls got out of the carriage holding hands together, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but hook up a smile.

How could Duan Miaozhen not recognize Yang Lin's frame, she had been paralyzed like spring water seven or eight times just in it, and inside the curtain was her own lover, Duan Miaozhen smiled there.

Zheng Yunyao tilted her head, looked at her, and said strangely, "Sister Miaozhen, what are you laughing at?" ”

Duan Miaozhen brushed the green silk in her ear and said with a sweet smile: "I think of something happy." ”

In the carriage, Yang Lin was already half-lying on the couch, spread his hands, and said to himself: "It's worthy of Master Li, it's really hollowed out." ”

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Autumn in Bianliang is getting stronger, thousands of miles away, Huanglong Mansion has long been icy and snowy.

Heavy snow fell one after another, and the land of Khitan Tokyo Road was white.

In the snowflakes, the river froze into a long line of ice, and a group of knights wore thick animal skins, with bows and arrows pinned to their waists, and the hooves of horses with iron palms turned around, trampling the remnants of ice and light snow all the way.

The sound of hooves was soon drowned out in the north wind of the call, and winter had just arrived, and the roads were cut off by heavy snow, and it was by no means the right time for the army to move.

In this extremely bad weather, the Jurchen leader Wanyan Agu beat him, gathered 2,500 people, and raised an army against Liao.

The Jurchens have already shown their ferocity and brutality and strong combat power, breaking through the dock walls and fortresses of other tribes in a whirlwind along the way, searching for their grain and grass, slaughtering their old and weak, and forcing the young and strong to transport supplies to them in the back.

The snow covers the mountains, and no one will spread the news in such a remote place.

Two thousand people were bloodied along the way, and finally killed Ningjiang Prefecture, the only Khitan city within a radius of dozens of miles.

The city walls of Ningjiang Prefecture are low and dilapidated, there are no attached garrison facilities, and the city defense equipment is also empty.

Geographically, Ningjiang Prefecture controls many tribes in Tokyo Province and is a rare military town. In the east of Ningjiang Prefecture, there are Bohai people, Jurchens, Tieli, Wuja, Turkic, Dangxiang and other tribes, all of which are gathered to succeed.

And Daliao has no troops to garrison...

Even, there was not even a single soldier on the city wall, and the governor of Ningjiang Prefecture was still baking a stove in the room to keep warm, and there was a cry of fighting.

He frowned and pushed open the door, and the cold wind poured in, only to see a Jurchen standing in front of him with a wide face and a square mouth.

"Finish Yan Aguta? Are you going to rebel? ”

Ningjiang Prefecture is close to Wanyanbu, and it is the first line of Khitan rule over the Jurchens, and in the past, this Zhizhou did not go to the Jurchen tribe to show off their might, brutally oppressing the Jurchens.

There are dozens of Jurchen tribes, and there are no less than thirty of the chief's wives and daughters that he has forcibly recommended to play.

As soon as he saw them, he recognized these Jurchens, and the majesty of the past came to his heart again, and even reprimanded him out of inertia.

Before the next shouting and scolding could be spoken, he was greeted by a lightning-fast blade that slashed him away from his face, kicked the body away, and walked into the house.

His men rushed in and quickly slaughtered all the men, women, and children here, and the smell of blood mixed with the warm current of charcoal burning was terrible.

None of the Tartars present reacted, and this gore was familiar and dear to them.

Wanyan Aguda looked around, his cronies were all there, all of them were warriors who could hunt bears in the forest, and finally spoke: "The Khitan is nothing remarkable, killing people is more than hunting, and today we have sacked Ningjiang Prefecture, which is the beginning of our Jurchens sweeping the world and destroying the Khitan." All the children in the city, whoever grabs it, will stay in this city for three days, and then we will go to conquer the Huanglong Mansion. ”

The cheers rang out in and out of the room, and the stout Jurchen armor soldier waved the weapon in his hand, let go of his throat, and roared out like a wolf.

Ah Guda sat in Zhizhou's room, supporting himself with one hand, and gently tapping the handle of the saber at his waist with the other, sitting quietly, waiting for his subordinates to dye Ningjiangzhou into purgatory on earth.

The situation in various parts of Tokyo Province, and the reaction of the Khitan after hearing about his own incident, has been rehearsed countless times in his mind.

And several Jurchen guards stood with their swords on their faces, all of them with excitement on their faces, like ghosts grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

Who would have thought that the Jurchen military horses, which had been bullied for hundreds of years, crossed the dangerous mountains in this cold weather and killed them in Ningjiang Prefecture.

For hundreds of years, fishing and hunting have been in the white mountains and black waters, chasing the traces of beasts in the ice and snow. The tenacity and ferocity that were sharpened finally broke out at this moment.

Two thousand five hundred stout Jurchen Tartars, surrounded by layers of animal skins, armed with scimitars and sharp arrows, almost effortlessly broke through the unguarded gate of Ningjiang Prefecture.

Such a march in the snow has not been possible by few armies throughout the ages, let alone attacking the city and killing people.

One door after another was kicked open by someone, and before the Khitan people could react, their heads were chopped off with a knife.

It was noon, cooking on the stove, and the Jurchen Tartar sat in the master's house, stepping on the corpse that had just been killed, carrying a knife dripping blood, and after eating enough, he inspected the female dependents in the room with wolf-like eyes.

The Khitan soldiers and horses that had been dragged and gathered did not form the slightest resistance, and the small city was desperately slaughtered by the Jurchens.

In the winter of the second year of Daliao Tianqing, the weather was much colder than in previous years.

The leader of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe summoned the Jurchen tribes, climbed out of the mountains, crossed the frozen glacier, and captured Ningjiang Prefecture.