"Wechen knocks to see His Highness!"

Han Qi looked at Wang Ye's current pomp and circumstance with some astonishment, and then knelt down and saluted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Well, you're back, find a stool for him!"

Yang Wangye said lazily.

The little eunuch next to him hurriedly brought a stool to the Ming Ministry of State Affairs Shangshu, the latter was not polite, and then sat down after thanksgiving, he had just gone to Ryukyu and Goryeo to announce the decree to ask him to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty, and he had already finished the task, and he came to Beijing to report the results of the trip directly to the prince.

"How's it going?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Your Royal Highness, the Ryukyu King Shangzhen is quite deferential, not only in front of the minister to destroy the Tartar original edict that sealed him, and re-accept my Ming edict, but also promised to send the prince to Yingtian to pay tribute, as for the trade between the two sides, there is no need to say more, there is already trade between them and us, but as far as the minister knows, he is also a minister to the Wa State at the same time, so it can be said that he is doing a wall."

Han Qi said.

"Don't worry about him, this kind of small country just knows what to do, there is no need to care about this kind of thing for the time being, and they will naturally be honest when they beat the country down in the future."

Yang Feng said.

He doesn't care about this kind of thing, the main thing is that Ryukyu is not of much value to him, this small country is mainly the gate of the first island chain, but now the Pacific Ocean is empty, and the value of Ryukyu is no different from a small desert island, it is not worth raising a teacher to beat up for this kind of thing, after all, he is too cheap to bully a small bug with a Tyrannosaurus rex.

"But the king of Goryeo, Yi Yong, refused to claim vassal status to us."

Then Han Qi said.

"Uh, what's his reason?"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment and said.

"The king of Goryeo recognized the orthodoxy of the Ming Dynasty, and Goryeo was also a Ming vassal state, but did not recognize His Highness's current status as a Ming supervisor, and they did respect the Ming Dynasty and resumed the use of the Chongzhen era name, but they did not recognize our Ming court. They only recognized His Highness as the king of the Ming Dynasty, and they were also the king of the Ming Dynasty, so His Highness had no right to ask them to be vassals, because you and the king of Goryeo were of the same rank, and as for your request that they guard the feudal territory and not cross the Yalu River, they also refused, and they also wanted to raise troops to avenge the Ming Dynasty and attack Manchuria, as for the trade between the two sides, they agreed. ”

Han Qi said.

Well, Yang Feng understood what the Goryeo people wanted to do, to put it bluntly, they still didn't suppress their desire for the Northeast, admitting the Ming Dynasty, but not recognizing him, everyone is a vassal king, and they are all qualified to avenge the Ming Dynasty. It just so happens that now the Qing army in the northeast is basically all piled up outside the Shanhai Pass, the first line of defense of the Yalu River is empty, and Kang Mazi has no ability to provide any support to his hometown, so with the strength of Goryeo to deal with one leg of Kang Mazi, and it is also a lame leg, it will naturally be stable.

Anyway, Yang Feng has to deal with Kang Mazi, and he definitely doesn't have time to take care of them, and Kang Mazi has to deal with Yang Feng, and he also has no time to take care of them, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Your Highness, what should I do?"

Han Qi asked.

Yang Feng was also a little entangled.

Now he has two countermeasures, the first is to ignore it, at most send a few written reprimands, but don't put it into practical action, that is, acquiesce to the king of Goryeo, who is now Suzong Li Yan of the Li Dynasty, and let him send troops to the northeast. And he can sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, let Kang Mazi and Li Yan work hard in the Northeast, anyway, no matter who dies, he is very happy, it is best to play in the Northeast, sawing back and forth sawing the Northeast into white and sawing the relatives in Kang Mazi's hometown into bone slag.

It should be said that this is his best choice.

There will be no losses, you can still watch the excitement, and you can even sell some weapons to Li Yan to make some benefits.

It was flawless.

But the question is whether the **** he beats Li Yan is very strong now, okay!

And it's easy to ruin his image by doing so, okay!

What Yang Wangye is trying to shape is a baojun who makes everyone fear, who dares to smash it directly with a big stick without giving him face, and dares to resist smashing directly, only in this way is the real Yang Wangye, only in this way is a baojun who makes everyone around tremble, and only in this way can the Koreans lie under his feet and lick his feet sincerely. He never believed in the loyalty that favor was exchanged, and that this loyalty would not be more difficult to convert into betrayal than a fart, and only loyalty that was truly drawn with a whip would be stronger, and fear would always be more effective than gratitude, and if it was an unforgettable fear, it would last forever.

If Li Zhuo openly flouted his authority, and he did not react forcefully, then he would not be too weak.

Yang Wangye Huo Ran got up.

"If you go outside, you must first settle inside! The orthodox authority of the Ming Dynasty is absolutely not to be offended, Li Zhuo is so stubborn, and must not be ignored, this king is the Ming prison country, and it is the duty of the conquest not to be a minister, and immediately issued an order to Li Zhuo again to ask him to pay tribute to my Ming Dynasty, if he continues to be stubborn and despise the court, this king will personally lead the army to conquest, if this king is in Seoul, then the matter is not so simple! ”

He said with a solemn face.

"Uh, Your Highness, do you really want to fight?"

Han Qi said in amazement.

"Yes, go and warn him first, if you don't listen to another warning, the third time you will change to a cannon to warn!"

Yang Feng said viciously.

Fighting Goryeo is not a big job, as far as the combat effectiveness of the Goryeo army is concerned, there are not too many people at all, and there is a brigade that can completely smash Seoul, although the stick movies of later generations have blown their ancestors to the point that they are about to spend a long time, but in fact, the combat effectiveness of the Goryeo army can be described as a piece of, a Li Sunsin just took advantage of the special situation to defeat a small detachment of the Japanese army, and it actually became an epic battle, if Li Rusong and Deng Zilong are brought back to life, they will not have to vomit until they come out with overnight dinner?

At this time, Goryeo, to be honest, had already exalted them very much with two brigades.

Since he had made such a decision, then Han Qi couldn't say anything more, and after a little rest for two days, he then took the battleship specially allocated for him to sail to Seoul to warn Li Zhuo, anyway, it was only a sea route of more than a thousand miles from Dagukou to Incheon, and it was the beginning of spring, and the southeast wind was blowing the battleship very fast.

Just when Yang Feng was about to attack Goryeo, Kang Mazi finally met his relatives.

The Yellow River is crossed by Fengling.

"Slave Xi'an garrison general Boji."

"The governor of Chenchuan and Shaanxi, Jue Luo Huaxian."

"Minister, Shaanxi Governor Ehai."

"Greetings to the Holy One, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Facing the ferry with their backs to the Yellow River, a large piece of bird feathers pouted, countless tops of various colors shining in the sun, hundreds of officials at all levels in Shaanxi, Gansu, and Sichuan provinces knelt in the ancient yellow earth, and in front of them, a sixteen-lift imperial chariot made in Taiyuan fell gently, Kang Mazi with a golden mask on his face, wearing a dragon robe also made in Taiyuan, with the big hat on his head, and walked out of the imperial chariot with the support of the prince Yinren, with a brilliant face......

Uh, his half-masked face actually had a hard time making expressions other than demons.

At the moment when he walked out, among the lively people watching from afar, the cries of countless children immediately sounded, and even Bo Ji, the general of Xi'an who had not seen him for many years, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly threw himself at his feet like a child who saw his parents, holding his legs and crying loudly, and lying there licking his boots like a psychological.

"What are you crying about, aren't I fine?"

Kang Mazi said.

"Master, master, slave......"

Boji couldn't figure out what to say, so he started crying.

"Long live, the ministers miss long live day and night, and today I finally got to see the holy face, I really can't stop the stirring in my heart!"

At the same time, Jue Luo Huaxian said.

He also began to cry as he spoke.

Then the other ministers also reacted, and the whole Fenglingdu was crying, listening to it was like a funeral, which made the corners of Kang Mazi's eyes moisten, and for a while all kinds of panic and fear of fleeing in embarrassment, thoughts about the uncertain life and death of relatives, confusion and confusion about the future of the Qing Dynasty, all kinds of emotions came to my heart, and the tears of the sour nose couldn't help but flow down, looking at these crying officials in front of me, as if from their crying, I really felt their love for the Qing Dynasty.

"All flat, all flat, all my good slaves, all my good slaves, with you here, our Qing Dynasty will not die, with you, our Qing Dynasty will be like this iron-clad Tongguan, with you, I will one day sweep away this demonic atmosphere, let our Qing Dynasty return to that prosperous world, you, all of you, are the heroes of our Qing Dynasty, at that time, I will hang the portraits of all of you on my Lingyan Pavilion!"

Kang Mazi helped Boji up, and pointed to Tongguan City on the other side very magnificently and said.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

The officials who were crying immediately shouted in unison.

"Let's go, drive across the Yellow River!"

Kang Mazi said with a wave of his hand.

At this time, a sudden gust of wind and sand blew, choking him desperately coughed, when the wind and sand passed, the originally polished golden mask immediately lost its brilliance, even the remaining half of his face was covered with loess, as for the bright dragon robe can shake off half a catty of sand, so that a saint son of heaven suddenly became an old man herding sheep.

"Uh, hooray, it's a stormy spring here!"

Boji said awkwardly.

"This is far from the wind and sand outside the fortress when I conquered Geldan!"

Kang Mazi took out his little bit of again, and a group of officials hurriedly praised the emperor's invincible feats like wagging tails, as if they didn't know how he came here, and then the monarch and the ministers happily boarded the Yellow River ferry, and slowly sailed to the opposite bank of Tongguan in the turbid rapids, Kang Mazi looked east again, and the surging Yellow River was rolling eastward, and he couldn't help but sigh softly. (To be continued.) )