Cai Jing still looked indifferent and was silent for a long time. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Yisu Guifei didn't say much, but still maintained the posture of bowing to the ground, I don't know how long it took, Cai Jing said softly, "Yang Ling has a strong army, but this person is scheming, so he doesn't stretch out his hand to the court, if he really wants to come hard, who can stop him in Bianliang?" This Great Song Dynasty is also turned into a sparse one, and the final result is not yet known, so even the old minister does not dare to provoke him easily, but the old minister is the courtier of the Great Song Dynasty, and he has to be selected in the mud, even if he is empty and wronged for a while, how can he really be in cahoots with the chaotic ministers and thieves? Only by acquiescing to the changes in the situation, and the mother is talented, she should also know that Yang Thief is suddenly anxious about Emperor Ji, it is a change that can be taken advantage of in the old minister, what is the plan, and it can't be said before the Taishang, and the success is just enough, if the matter fails, the old minister's net worth is not pity, how can he implicate the Taishang? ”

"The old minister only has one sentence, that is, after the Yang thief Shang Emperor Ji, he has a request for Taishang, and Taishang fully cooperates, don't disobey Yang Thief in the middle, there are old ministers in the outside! If the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty are blessed, then the Taishang and the old minister still have to meet and say, the old minister only wants to do the last effort for the Great Song Dynasty, that is, the beggar bones are buried in Mulanpi, and the rest of the mothers say, the old minister really dare not hear it! ”

Concubine Yisu raised her head and looked deeply at Cai Jing with a solemn face. She nodded lightly and said in a low voice: "I will live up to my husband's trust." Taishang and his concubine burned incense and prayed at night, and waited for the good news of her husband! ”

Cai Jing came this time to say goodbye to Taishang, but he was delayed for more than an hour, and then he was carried out by the shoulder. A group of easy-going and pretty maids took Cai Jing out like a phoenix and got into the carriage.

Liang Shicheng also sent him out of the door, and gave all kinds of happy things to Cai Jingyuan, even the soldiers under Yang Ling's command who were watching outside the door had a share, Cai Jing seemed tired, and he stopped showing up after entering the carriage. The Black Cloud Battalion Armor was the leader, and Yuan followed the carriage behind, turned around and headed north, and in a short time, he had already left Taishang Beiye.

The carriage was bumpy on the road, Cai Jing was lying on the couch, a pretty girl pinched his legs for him to move his blood, and another pretty girl poured incense and warm soup for him on the delicate small charcoal stove, Cai Jing closed his eyes and was silent, but he was muttering to himself in his heart, "Cai and Zhao, share the world?" Interesting, interesting. ”

Yang Ling was in his mansion, all day long, he was looking at the military reports that kept coming from the border pass, and the military reports from Hedong kept coming, and it was basically confirmed that the Jurchen army horse was led by Wanyan Lou's room, bypassing the states that had entered Yunnei, there were three or four thousand Jurchen Zhenyi soldiers, about one or two thousand tribal troops, and there were auxiliary troops of almost the same number, and the elite of the Yunnei garrison went south to Hedong, and now they are stationed everywhere, in addition to the more than 1,000 elites who can fight in Yingzhou, although Xue Yong is said to have thousands of military horses, But most of them were newly recruited troops or gathered local powerful soldiers and horses, and they were no match for the Jurchen army.

Xue Yong avoided the edge, and Han Shizhong reacted quickly in Hedong, and had already selected the elite to join Xue Yong as the vanguard to support, and Han Shizhong was also mobilizing the main force of the Shence Army, leaving Taiyuan to go north, mobilizing a total of seven or eight thousand cavalry, as well as a sufficient number of auxiliary soldiers and civilians.

Yang Ling can stay in Bianliang safely, as long as he can ensure the help of Hedong, he can sit back and wait for the news of the victory to come, but the follow-up military report is getting worse and worse, the news from Xue Yong in Yingzhou is isolated, Xue Yong can no longer be contacted, according to this, the hanging army is deep in the clouds, and it is not only the end of Yan Lou's room!

If there is anything in Yingzhou, then the passage for the main force of the Jurchen West Route Army in Datong Mansion in Xijing to go south will be opened, and a larger Jurchen army will be able to swarm south! If the Hedong Shence Army suffers any more serious defeats, the foundation of Yang Ling's power will be greatly shaken!

But Yingzhou Chengjian, Xue Yong won't have anything, right? And the reinforcements are coming quickly, how can we keep her safe, right? Outside the Saiwai is still icy and snowy, tens of thousands of Jurchen army horses hanging deep into the army is already a bold move, the Western Route Army tens of thousands of Jurchen army, if the road is not passable, how can it go south?

But to his position, he can no longer be lucky in case of trouble, and he can no longer fight as if his brain was hot when he was in Yandi, and if he succeeds, he will gain a lot, and if he loses, he will just be defeated and killed, just as if he has not crossed this time, now he has status, strength and money, and the group is growing day by day, but he must take all aspects into account and prepare for the worst.

These days, Li Bangyan was handling the affairs of Bianliang's defense, and Yuwen Xuzhong was in charge of how much military food and salary should be prepared if the army left the town to aid Hedong, and Yang Ling moved back almost all the information of the Privy Council about Hedong and the incumbent cabinet treasury, and then selected some small officials in the Western Mansion who were willing to take refuge in Yang Ling for his use and were still able to form an institution similar to the Jin King's military shogunate, and the office was temporarily in his mansion, doing all the work that a commander should do.

Familiar with the terrain, understand the intelligence, analyze and judge, speculate on the possible development of the situation, and prepare a few response plans, all in all, this King of Jin is really not at ease, and after noon, he saw Yang Ling with big bags under his eyes on his face, staggering back to the inner house.

Follow the fragrance and go straight to the flower hall where he is accustomed to eating, in the flower hall, several maids guard a large table of food there quietly standing, all waiting for King Jin to come back early to eat, but King Jin has already confessed, when he deals with business, no one can disturb, these maids can only look at the door and look again, constantly remove the cold dishes, from the small kitchen to the hot dishes fresh out of the pot, back and forth, has changed several times, it is easy to see Yang Ling's figure appear, a group of maids are happy as if anything, Hurriedly welcomed Yang Ling in, waited for him to change into homely clothes, put on the Hu bed where Yang Ling was used to sitting, spread the brocade mat, set the cups and chopsticks, and the warm wine also swirled up, opened a warm pot, and waited for Yang Wangye to have lunch.

Yang Ling waved his hand: "No need to drink, I know that I basically don't drink much except for socializing, why do I put it on every time?" Also, How much can I eat in one meal? It's dozens of dishes every time, although I'm rich, and I don't want to be shabby, this pomp is too exaggerated, right? "In the flower hall, there are seven or eight waiters waiting for Yang Ling to eat, and there are eight black cloud battalion armor soldiers standing on guard outside the flower hall.

But today, all kinds of dossiers are dazzling, and the brain is faintly painful, seeing so many people having lunch at the big table in front of him, I really feel a little annoyed, the waiter in Yang Lingjin's palace, there are no generations of service, loyal family children, he has only passed through a few years? But it was also collected by Yang Ling from the troubled times of Yandi, which is equivalent to having the grace of pulling out the sea of suffering for everyone, and the degree of loyalty is no less than that of those children.

The population of Yang Ling's mansion is also simple, and there are no complicated and strict rules, and this King of Jin is also easy-going and generous, and sometimes he smiles and jokes at these little girls, so these maids and maids can basically talk and laugh in front of Yang Ling - but these maids and maids did not take advantage of the easy-going King of Jin to take the opportunity to seduce him.

The next little girl with a pointed chin, big eyes, and developed like a spring flower pursed her lips and smiled: "King, it turns out that the little woman's family is just a servant of a Han official in Yandi, Liaoren, that pomp is already amazing, what are you, king?" According to the meaning of the servant, the king is too shabby, the original mansion is easy to operate, everything is convenient, but said let it, just pick a family to live in, now we have a few little sisters to squeeze a shop, do something, it is not convenient, the Song people are more than seven or eight times richer than the Liao people, why does the king live so indifferent? ”

After saying that, she just pursed her lips and smiled, and the sun shone in, shining a beautiful mole on her lips clearly, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, she already looked like a vixen. Yang Ling's heart fluttered, although there was Master Li, the family tiger, he couldn't touch it, but it was good to take a look.

His mood suddenly improved a little, and said with a smile: "Don't ask me about this, I'm not at home, what to ask your Miss Li, what she says, it's nothing, I don't count." ”

In the Taishang industry, fluttering the sound of Junrong Zhizhong's peaceful music, this kind of heavenly music, no matter what kind of thing, can also be played steadily, Yang Ling is dressed in a python robe, with long wings and a head, jade glass tied around his waist, and a tooth wat in his hand, which is a pair of Song Dynasty clothes, and he stepped forward respectfully.

Of course, in order to prevent any Hongmen banquet or Kang Mazi's capture of the scene, the black cloud battalion armor soldiers who changed into the color of the imperial pre-class direct clothes were all lined up in other industries, with their chests and bellies protruding, standing according to their swords, to prevent any unfavorable situation for Yang Ling, the king of Jin, Jun Rongzhi in the courtyard shook his head and played under the supervision of these armor soldiers, and from time to time people were frightened and walked for a note or two, but no one cared.

Before Yang Ling came to the main house in the middle, an envoy who had been waiting there greeted him, bent down and said with a flattering smile: "King Taishang Xuanjin is approaching." Yang Ling's expression did not move, for the envoy to welcome into the hall, the main room in the middle of the seat is Zhao Ji in a gorgeous costume, also a crimson gauze robe, there is a black dragon, the long winged head is upright, the face is radiant, the three willows are long haired and well-groomed, and the two palace ladies in brocade clothes are standing with feather fans, and there is a bead curtain made of northern beads hanging in front of them, and the four corners are standing in the black cloud battalion armor as a banzhi, with gilt gold and silver on the body, and the battle skirts are all brocade, standing there without moving, like a sculpture.

There are still two dragon head incense burners in the house, which are rising with the aroma of good agarwood frying, and the house is like a fairyland, if it is not in this room that is much narrower than Yanfu Palace, it is still called the emperor's weather.

Yang Ling took a few steps forward and bowed down: "Weichen see Taishang." ”

Zhao Ji smiled and waved his hand behind the bead curtain: "King Jin is flat and sits." There was already an internal envoy next to him who moved the brocade stool, Yang Ling sat down unceremoniously, and there was no sincere fear of only being next to his buttocks, and the internal envoy handed over a cup of dragon imperial tea, Yang Ling got up and gave Zhao Ji a salute, before taking it with both hands, putting it on his lips to signal, and he didn't touch his lips at all, so he held it in his hand and didn't move.

The corners of Zhao Ji's eyes jumped, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he still had the same easy-going and intimate tone: "Qing conquered Liao Pingyan, made the merit of sealing the king, and after the rotation of the division, he managed the army more financially, and he had quite a lot of achievements. More and February two night loyalty, the king of Qin to quell the chaos, the thief is not counted, such a miracle, in addition to the country's reward, but also more grace, the Qing family is the prince of the country, and for the Optimus Jade Pillar, such a special classic, rare to meet! Wangqing's family thinks of the love and trust of the heavenly family, and from then on, they are united with the heavenly family, and share national affairs, so that the Qing family and the dynasty will be together for a hundred years, and the monarchs and ministers will be prosperous and prosperous, and they will be a model for all generations! ”

Yang Ling got up again and bowed down: "A lowly person, even if he has a small achievement, how can he be such a generous grace?" Only by dedicating oneself to state affairs, doing one's best, and dying, can one repay the two generations of holy monarchs for their care, and where they are honest and fearful, it is difficult to express them, and there is nothing else to say, only powder! ”

Zhao Ji smiled and let Yang Ling get up, and ordered Gong'e to touch the silver plate, there was a jade belt and satin boots dust wat on the plate, Yang Ling was not afraid of going away at this time, he changed into a jade belt and satin boots on the spot, holding the dust wat and worshipping, an internal envoy walked to Zhao Ji's steps, and read out loudly the gifts to the king of Jin.

Zhao Ji and Yang Ling sat and stood together, the two of them maintained a smile, their faces were almost stiff, and it was easy to finish reading this bunch of stinky and long things, and Gong E stepped forward with a silver wine cup, Yang Ling took it with both hands, but he still didn't even touch his lips, just made a pose.

Zhao Ji pretended not to see it, and maintained a smiling face with the last perseverance: "Qing Qi is reluctant!" Yang Ling bowed again, this process was completed.

Junchen stared at each other for a while, according to Zhao Ji's heart, he should have a few more gentle words to soothe him, and get closer to Xiaoyan, but he really doesn't know what to say, this Yang Ling in front of him drove himself down from the emperor's throne, and the prince also became his puppet emperor, and now he is still under house arrest, and he is also under the heavy surveillance of the armor, Rao is fully mentally prepared, he didn't jump off the throne today to give Yang Ling an old fist, and he has exhausted all the self-control ability of Zhao Ji in his life!

However, looking at the agile appearance of this Yang Ling's ape arm and bee waist, it is estimated that his own four or five Taishang are not necessarily his opponents......

The room was silent for a while, Zhao Ji finally felt bored, and signaled slightly, his own internal envoy stepped forward to announce the completion of the pilgrimage, Yang Ling didn't say anything, after saluting, he simply retreated neatly, looking at Yang Ling's figure was gone, Zhao Ji sat down on the seat, the indescribable anger in his heart, but he didn't know where to vent, not to mention that there were sculpture-like Black Cloud Battalion armorers standing there in the four corners of the room, and in the end he could only stomp his feet with hatred, get up and leave.

Someday!

Someday! (To be continued.) )