In later generations, a certain big country instructed a group of minions to provoke China. In fact, this kind of strategy similar to driving away wolves and tigers has long been used by our ancestors.

You don't see it, Ban Dingyuan is far away, and the peerless light cavalry urges the battle clouds.

Ban Chaocai is only thirty-six horsemen, what do you rely on to regain control of the Western Regions?

Borrowing a knife to kill, fishing in troubled waters, drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle, forcing Liangshan, attacking the east and west, and anti-guest-based, Dingyuanhou's number of moves is by no means more than these, and its excitement is indescribable.

In the twenty-first year of Zhenguan, Wang Xuance sent an envoy to India, Emperor Nafu Emperor Alona Shun sent troops to refuse the Tang envoy to enter the country, Wang Xuance 30 people were all captured, Wang Xuance escaped alone and ran to Tubo, Ni Bora borrowed troops, and then killed back to India, captured Alona Shun and returned.

These examples make people's blood boil when they hear them, because they change the world thousands of miles away without touching a single soldier in their mother country, and are they not more clever than the tricks of a certain great country in later generations?

Of course, no matter how clever Ban Dingyuan and Wang Xuance are, there is one condition that is necessary, that is, the strength of the mother country.

Without a strong home country, it would be difficult for Ban Dingyuan to call for wind and rain in a foreign land and organize a group of minions to help them fight.

And now the Great Song Dynasty, since the pacification of the Western Xia, is also a sonic shock to the world, subduing the four provinces, in this case, why do you have to send your own army to conquer?

Ban Dingyuan has already used vivid examples to tell us that as long as the mother country is strong enough, it can still single-handedly turn the world in a foreign land, urging clouds and rain.

At present, the small tribal states of the Tibetan tribes, the Caotou Tatars, the yellow-headed Uighurs, and the Xizhou Uighurs still believe in Buddhism, Nestorianism, Taoism, shamanism, etc., and are afraid of the strong eastward invasion of the Tianfang Sect.

Now the town guarding the Yumen Pass is a kind of Jianzhong.

Beautiful breeders, fierce breeders, weird breeders.

Whoever dares not to cooperate, let the breeder first let them see what a cat is called a.

As soon as Yang Yi proposed this policy, Zhang Dian couldn't help but have a faint smile on his face.

Yes, with the current strength of the Great Song Dynasty, although the time has not yet come to fully recover the Western Regions, it is not a problem to send 10,000 men and 8,000 men to conquer those disobedient tribal countries.

A few thousand men and horses, and then gather the troops of these small tribal countries, can also make a big difference. What's more, now it's just supporting the infiltration of Buddhism and Taoism?

This matter should be implemented gradually, first instigating the Tibetan tribes, the Huangtou Uighurs, and the Xizhou Uighurs, and the matter can be handed over to the Chongjian for implementation, and at present, there are 20,000 forbidden troops stationed at Yumen Pass, which is enough.

The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism also need to make some preparations and integrate the elite forces of each family in order to penetrate into the Western Regions. It can be said that this matter mainly depends on the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and the imperial court only needs to give a will to the cultivation and construction, and give the right to make decisions on the spot.

After this conversation, Qingyun Daoist left the Yang family on the same day and moved to live in Huilingguan, the influence of Buddhism in the Western Regions is already stronger than Taoism, how to compete with Buddhism for the big cake of the Western Regions, Taoists need to work harder!

Yang Yi jokingly said that he was an arsonist, arson everywhere, and then watched it from the other side, busy with you, but I was happy to be idle.

The Dragon Boat Festival is imminent, Yang Yi walked up to the small building where Qing Niang lived, and saw that she was fiddling with Xiao Ai on the couch with Baisuo and silver drums and flowers and other things used for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Xiao Ai said with some nostalgia: "It's better to be in Huanzhou, I think that as soon as you go to the street, the people of the whole city are vying to send the lady's things, and they are also rushing to help the lady send them to the house. ”

Qing Niang brushed the hair on her forehead with her jade fingers like spring onions, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ai, you Mo Hu said, Brother Yang, whom the people of Huanzhou respect, just love the house and Wu to me, and the people send things to thank Brother Yang for his governance, if not, how can anyone know who I am?" They won't give me anything. ”

Xiao Ai grinned and said: "That must be, the lady is the first talented girl in the world, she looks like a fairy, and her heart is so kind, what's so strange that the people like the lady?" Like that Tanhua Langnong, in order to see the lady, he was willing to go to the Salesian Bureau to sweep the floor, not to mention sending things, that is, let him give all the family wealth to the lady, I am afraid that he is also willing......"

"Ah, Xiao Ai, you stinky girl, what nonsense are you talking about? See if I don't tear your mouth! ”

"Hee-hee, the lady is blushing!"

"You still say, you still say ......"

Yang Yi stood outside the door, smiling and watching the master and servant play together, Xiao Ai was scratched by Qing Niang's armpits, laughing breathlessly, and begging for mercy.

The face of the lady is indeed red, like a rain begonia, because of the play, her sleeves are retracted, revealing a pink jade arm, delicate as snow, and the slender little waist is bent forward, which makes people worry that it will be broken at any time.

Yang Yi walked in lightly, covering her eyes from behind, Qing Niang was slightly stunned and immediately said, "Brother Yang, let go of others!" ”

"Huh! Qingniang, how do you know it's mine? ”

"Hehe, Brother Yang in the family, you alone will make it bad, do you still need to guess?"

Yang Yi let go of her, but pinched her small Qiong's nose with his hand, and then defended aggrievedly: "Wronged, Qing Niang, how can this be regarded as bad?" ”

"Of course forget it, you came in without a sound, scaring people." Qing Niang first wrinkled her nose, her little mouth bent upward, revealing a bright smile, and two lovely pear nests immediately appeared on her cheeks.

"Yes, I'm scared, I'll touch my heartbeat to confirm it."

"Ah, Brother Yang is necrotic, necrotic...... Hee-hee......"

Qing Niang was like a fluttering butterfly, and suddenly hid on the side of the couch, holding the screen of the red sandalwood flowers and throwing white eyes at him, but the crescent-like eyes were full of smiles.

"Qingniang, don't hide, my eldest brother has to be idle today, how about accompanying you to Taobao on the street?"

"Really?" Qing Niang was overjoyed, and immediately flew into his arms.

Yang Yi hugged her slender waist, smelled the faint fragrance of virginity on her body, and said with a very hurt face: "Qingniang, because of your suspicions, Brother Yang, my heart is broken, what can I do?" ”

"Okay, that person gave his heart to Brother Yang."

This is obviously a string of fairy tales, when Qing Niang said it, but she was extremely serious, the pair of crescent moon blinked, and the continuous affection was like a clear stream flowing down the holy snow peak, clear to the bottom.

This girl was inadvertently moved by her again, and Yang Yi sighed in her heart.

"Okay girl, look at the mess you've made, hurry up and clean up." Yang Yi said and carried her to the dressing table, pulled out the crooked jade hairpin on her head, and picked up a wooden comb to help her recomb her hair bun.

Qing Niang didn't know when it started, she was used to him helping to comb her hair and even dress up, this habit was not numb, every time she felt his careful care, she would always secretly write poems, recording the girl's feelings bit by bit, she hid the booklet, and even Yang Yi didn't show it. Maybe she will hide it for the rest of her life, because Qing Niang herself is a poem, and poems always have a hazy charm.

Yang Yi took Qing Niang out of Jingmingfang, all the way west to Taixue, Yang Yi said Taobao, in fact, does not refer to gold and jade and other things, Qing Niang's collection, jade is only a very small part, she is mainly a collection of ancient books, predecessors calligraphy and painting, as well as a variety of antiques related to culture and art, inscription rubbing, etc.

With the current income of the Yang family, it is not a problem for Qing Niang to collect anything, and Thirteen Niang's learning is very complicated, and the demand for books is self-evident, so she is also very supportive of Qing Niang's collection. With the support of Yang Yi and Thirteen Niang in the Yang family, Qing Niang can be said to have no taboos.

In addition to selling general books, these bookstores also operate celebrity calligraphy and paintings, inscription rubbings, rare ancient books, and all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Qing Niang is a frequent visitor here, Yang Yi and she just walked into a bookstore called Yayun Zhai, and the shopkeeper surnamed Fang immediately greeted him with a smile: "Li Jushi hasn't been here for a few days, two distinguished guests please serve tea inside." ”

On the left wall is a huge bookshelf with books neatly arranged, on the right wall are calligraphy and paintings, and on the lower side a long counter is pens, ink, paper, inkstones, gold and stone seals. In a bookstore of this size, there is usually a special person in the store to serve tea and soup to customers.

However, Yang Yi and Qing Niang are not here to drink tea. Qing Niang returned the salute and asked softly: "Shopkeeper Fang, how many good books have been put in the warehouse these days?" ”

The shopkeeper laughed and said: "I'm really sorry, I've disappointed Li Jushi, there are no new rare books in the store these days, if there is, the villain will definitely send someone to inform Li Jushi." ”

Qing Niang was a little disappointed, and was about to say goodbye, but the shopkeeper patted his head and said: "Li Jushi forgive the sin, look at my memory, last night Wu Yuanwai of Andingfang took a picture of Huaisu's "Fish Eating Post", put it on consignment in the small shop, judging from the paper, it is indeed a thing of the former Tang Dynasty, however, the villain has not seen the real work of Huaisu, and it is not good to determine whether this "Fish Eating Post" is true of Huaisu. ”

Qing Niang's eyes suddenly lit up, and Yang Yi smiled and said, "Then ask the shopkeeper to take this "Fish Eating Post". ”

The shopkeeper quickly took out a hand-handed roll from the inner room, and opened it carefully on the counter, Yang Yi and Qing Niang stepped forward to take a closer look, the calligraphy is white linen paper, because after hundreds of years, the paper has been degraded yellow, and the whole calligraphy has a total of eight lines and fifty-six characters.

The content of the book is: the old monk eats fish in Changsha, and comes to Chang'an City, eats more meat, and is laughed at by the frequent stream, which is deeply inconvenient. Therefore, if you are sick for a long time, you can't write more, and you can report it back if you are sparse. If you want to prosper a good meeting, you should be helped. The mouth is white.

Qing Niang's eyes were shining, and she repeatedly watched and copied for a long time, and whispered to Yang Yi: "Brother Yang, although this post is cursive, but there is no snake walking, rain and wind, between the lines is a steady and elegant, fair and connotative state, is an extremely rare treasure, judging from the paper and calligraphy, it should be written by Huaisu in his later years." ”

"Qing Niang, can you see it, is this really Huaisu's fish-eating post?"

As soon as Yang Yi finished speaking, someone suddenly shouted at the door: "What! Huaisu's fish-eating post? Shopkeeper's! Shopkeeper's! Bring it to me and take a look. ”

Yang Yi looked back, it was really a narrow road, it was Zhao Ji and Mi Youren who came in, and they were followed by a ten-year-old son, who was not Zhao Mingcheng?

(To be continued)