The effect of the headhunting order was unexpectedly good, and in just a few days, more than 6,000 people were beheaded and more than 5,000 people were captured

This is tantamount to destroying one-tenth of Li Changjie's men.

Of course, the miscellaneous army also lost more than 4,000 people, and Yang Yi felt very "sad" about this, and frequently condoled those tribal leaders, and also increased the bounty by 200 wen.

Looking at the endless stream of miscellaneous troops, Yang Yi suddenly felt a little ridiculous, if this is the case, if you want to deal with these small countries in Zhenla Zhancheng in the future, do you not need the Great Song Dynasty to send troops at all, just send a reward order, and you can destroy a country.

It seems that a certain minister of the Ming Dynasty also used this trick to deal with wild boar skin, but the effect was not so good!

Yang Yi thought about it and understood the reason, the reason why the effect was so good this time was because most of Li Changjie's men and horses were temporarily brought in, if it was a well-trained army, it would be absolutely impossible for these miscellaneous troops to achieve such good results, maybe they would be delivering food to others.

Now Yang Yi is not in a hurry, let's fight! The imperial court just spends tens of thousands more, but it can kill two birds with one stone, so why not?

Liu Wu they are idle, every day to Langshan Pass feint, Langshan Pass is the key point of the north and south, the terrain is somewhat like Kunlun Pass, the strong attack has to pay a great price, Liu Wu they still learn from Yang Yi's example, send troops to feign rush up, the Vietnamese army will shoot with a flintlock pistol as soon as it shows up, it is regarded as practicing marksmanship, but every day more or less can always eliminate dozens of Vietnamese troops, it is enjoyable.

And let the soldiers have fun, so that the morale of the army will not decline because they have been stationed for a long time without fighting.

The taste of Dali roasted tea is very good, and Yang Yi feels that watching the production process of roasted tea is more enjoyable.

Mu Wanling stood by the small stove, put the clay pot with a big belly and a small mouth on the charcoal fire and slowly roasted it, wearing the wind of Xiaguan, the flowers of Shangguan, the snow of Cangshan, and the moon of Erhai Lake on her head. The appearance is graceful and sweet, and the ten fingers that are as delicate as jade are very light, and the clay pot is constantly changing angles in her hands.

Occasionally, she would quietly glance at Yang Yi, and if she met his gaze, the Yingying eye wave would be shy. Like a water lotus in the wind.

After the clay pot was hot, Mu Wanling put some tea leaves into the pot, and then kept gently shaking the small clay pot. The tea leaves slowly expand and turn yellow in the can, and when the tea fragrance is overflowing, take the boiling water on the small stove next to it. Rinse a little into the clay pot.

At this time, only listening to the sound of "maid", the tea foam that was washed up also rose to the mouth of the can, like a hydrangea flower, and there was an attractive fragrance of tea in the tent. The sound of this tea brew is loud and crisp, like light thunder.

Yang Yi couldn't help but close his eyes and took a long breath, enjoying the fragrant tea fragrance in the air.

After the foam in the jar dissipated, Mu Wanling added boiling water to make it boil. Then he poured the tea out of the purple sand cup, served it in front of Yang Yi, and said: "The slave roasted tea skills are superficial, and I hope that Scholar Yang will not abandon it." ”

"Girl Mu doesn't have to be modest, just look at Miss Mu's dexterous and skillful movements. I knew that Miss Mu must be a skilled person. Yang Yi took the teacup, the tea in the cup showed a light yellow color, and the dense water vapor brought up the fragrance wisps. I couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Good tea!" “

Mu Wanling was complimented, and said with a smile: "Thank you Scholar Yang for the compliment." These superficial skills are nothing, if Scholar Yang comes to my Dali and tastes the tea roasted by those experienced roasting tea masters, then it is called fragrant! ”

"That's not necessarily, drinking the tea roasted by the wooden girl, I think it's the most fragrant."

Hearing this, Mu Wanling's sweet face couldn't help but have a faint flush, which was very moving. She was born in Dali aristocracy, literate and hyphenated, with a wisp of poetry and books, but there is the kind of beauty and brightness of the Bai woman, this time she came to Guangnan, she also knows her fate, but these days Yang Yi has been treating each other politely, even when she is alone, there is no lightness, which makes her quite grateful, and her heart is no longer so repulsive to Yang Yi. …,

She said a little shyly: "In our Dali, when offering tea to the guests, we also have to offer singing and dancing. ”

"Okay, good, there is nothing left and right, there is both fragrant tea and man dance, how fast! This official can't wait, Miss Mu, please! ”

"Yang University is a talented person, and after watching the slave's lark dance, you can give a poem!"

Yang Yi smiled: "Miss Benyimu is." ”

Mu Wanling walked to the middle of the big tent in steps, Yang Yi was sorry for the lack of music accompaniment in the army, but he never thought that Mu Wanling would take out a piece from her sleeve and put it into her delicate little mouth, and then a string of crisp lark-like voices came out, Yang Yi looked at her seductive little mouth and couldn't help but be a little dazed.

Yang Yi has not seen it before blowing music with leaves, but all he has seen is held with his hands, and he has never seen such a thing as Mu Wanling, who directly holds it in his mouth, and then dances freely with his arms.

How dexterous those lips and tongue are!

The beauty is as beautiful as poetry, and the clear sound is better than a lark. Mu Wanling has a wind and snow on her head, and the cuff is like a lark in the forest, dancing with dexterous wings, dancing in the flowers, the stream-like smooth movements, willow-like graceful posture, dancing and dancing, with her sweet and delicate face, the most touching thing is the crystal-like reflection of the luster of the eyes.......

Yang Yi has not heard the silk and bamboo orchestra since the Southern Expedition, let alone seen the beauty singing and dancing, Mu Wanling's unique dance music, he couldn't help but sigh, it is really water for the bones and jade for the muscles, and the slender waist and wisps are dancing with the heavenly veil.

Mu Wanling danced, with a slight sweat on her forehead, a delicate pant in her mouth, and a faint flush on her cheeks, making her whole person like a daffodil with dew. She is petite and exquisite, graceful, light and uncontrollable, which is already endearing, and this moment is even more moving.

Yang Yi looked at it with a smile, Mu Wanling glanced at him gently, poured him a cup of tea for him, and then sat down beside him and said: "Scholar Yang promised the slave family, and when the slave finishes dancing, he will write a poem, Scholar Yang invites it, the slave can't wait." ”

"There is a song in this achievement, and it is suitable for Miss Mu."

"Scholar Yang, come and recite it."

"The bright colors are alluring, and the fragrance is more affectionate. The bun hangs down and wants to be solved, and the eyebrows can be light. Dance to learn the Pingyang state, singing the midnight sound. The spring breeze is narrow, and you are waiting to meet with a smile. Although this poem was written by a predecessor, the official felt that it was clearly prepared for the wooden girl, and it was really suitable to give it to the wooden girl. ”

"Scholar Yang is cheating, this doesn't count, this doesn't count!" Mu Wanling is lightly resentful, two bends seem to frown and not frown, a pair of eyes that seem to be happy and not happy, between looking forward to it, there is both a sweet and pure state, and a delicate and tactful posture, which can make the steel into a soft finger.

Yang Yi grabbed her pair of soft thorns with his hand, Mu Wanling subconsciously shrunk, then stopped again, let him hold it, Yang Yi gently pulled, pulling the petite and delicate body into his arms, and the atmosphere in the silent tent suddenly became a little charming.

"One song is not enough, then I will send another song to Miss Mu, Miss Mu, please listen: After the first time of Xiao makeup, Shen Tan injected some lightly, slightly revealing the cloves to people, a song of Qing, temporarily leading the cherry to break. Luo sleeves can be remnant. The cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash, and the embroidery bed is oblique and delicate, chewing red mushrooms, and smiling at Tanlang. Wood girl, how about this one? ”

Yang Yi picked up the bright red and fragrant pink face, his eyes fell on the two warm cherry lips, and he couldn't help but be moved when he remembered her dexterous work of blowing lightly with leaves.

This Yang Yi recited the song "A Bead", describing the naked fragrant boudoir, Mu Wanling still dared to answer him at this time, the voice of the coquettish pant was heavier than when the original dance ended, and his eyes were half-closed, like a shy flower closing the moon.

Yang Yi hugged her soft waist hard, and kissed the seductive cherry lips, Mu Wanling let out a small muffled snort, and then felt that the shell teeth were pushed open by him, and the lilac tongue couldn't hide, and finally choked ..........,

The wheezing sound in the tent became heavier and heavier, a faint fragrance of daughter permeated the wind, Yang Yi reached into Mu Wanling's white Luo Yi with one hand, the willow waist was unbearable to hold, and the touch was as smooth as porcelain, when his palm slowly slid up along the smooth lower abdomen, Mu Wanling's petite jade body couldn't help but twist slightly, as if he was evading, and as if he was flattering, and the gasping sound was even more urgent.

"Oh!" Finally, when Yang Yi caught the delicate pigeon milk, a string of lark clear sounds escaped from Mu Wanlingtan's mouth, although she had already prepared in her heart, but the first time a man touched the holy twin peaks, Jiao Qi still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yang Yi pinched the tiny cherry on the tip of her peak, and with a slight move, Mu Wanling suddenly collapsed and fell into his arms.

"Wood Girl!"

Just when Mu Wanling thought that it would be difficult for her to keep her innocence, Yang Yi stopped her hand and called her lightly with a smile, Mu Wanling glanced at him with slightly Xingxing eyes, and hurriedly lowered her head again.

"Miss Mu, I don't know what Little Prince Duan wants from me?"

"This ......" Although Mu Wanling was embarrassed, she had to explain: "Don't misunderstand Scholar Yang, Your Highness has always admired the talent of Scholar Yang, and this time he came here to really want to make friends with Scholar Yang." ”

Yang Yi pinched her finger-snapping cheeks and smiled: "Okay, since Miss Mu doesn't want to say it, I won't force it." ”

Mu Wanling was a little frightened in her heart, Yang Yi suddenly stopped, I don't know if she dislikes her, if this is the case, will her words still have an effect?

With apprehension, she bit her teeth and said: "Presumably, you also know that Dali is now in the hands of the Gao family, although the cousin is the prince, but he has to look at people's faces from time to time, and the Gao family is frequently abolished, and even usurped the throne and called the emperor......"

Yang Yi suddenly interjected and asked, "Duan Heyu is your cousin?" ”

Mu Wanling glanced at him carefully, tapped the head of the mantis, and sighed faintly: "The Duan family was originally orthodox in Dali, but now it is involuntarily, life and death are all in the hands of the Gao family, and it may be murdered by the Gao family at any time. ”

"Actually, I like simpler women." Yang Yi replied lightly. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )