Yu Liangxiao, an intelligence organization that is better than the Bodhisattva Barbarian and the Dongque Golden Moment in Southern Xinjiang, at the beginning of the Han Dynasty, had a prototype under the efforts of the current saint and the mysterious prince.

Until the founding of the dynasty, it has already had a considerable scale, and all major events have its shadow of jade coolness in the open and in the dark.

The influence of the roots in the imperial city is especially huge, or it would not have been possible to eradicate the deep-rooted forces of the previous dynasty.

Although in a local autonomous place like Xitui, it is really difficult for Yu Liangxiao to spread his hands and feet, but he is also paying close attention.

This time, the chaos in the west is not only the scheming Dingtai Song Governor who has been planning for a long time, but the current saints Yiyang and Yu Liangxiao are also planning a lot.

It's just that even if Qu Dusk's god is considered a genius, it is difficult to predict that this Xitui melee will be launched with the invasion of the West Sea shrimp soldiers and crab generals, but he didn't expect that the governor to come up with such a poisonous plan.

Fortunately, outside of the first time, almost everything was expected, and with the unexpected addition of Zhang Qianjian and His Royal Highness the Prince, Yulin County Weigen blocked the torrent.

Jiang Shuangtian's Ziren Mansion army successfully launched a counteroffensive operation, coupled with the assistance of Feng Ying and others from the Da'an Gang, which invisibly weakened the power of Song Sidu's secret identity as the cave master.

There is also the layout of the herringbone commanders Mo Sanxian and Qu Dufeng in the surroundings, so that the surrounding cities above the county level are ready to send troops to help Jiang Shuangtian at any time, which set the tone for the Xitui rebellion in one fell swoop.

Song Sidu, who fought the biggest anti-thief, was caught off guard, and his power gradually shrank, retreating to Dingtai and Bin'er City.

The thirteen cities of Xitui, now most of them have returned to the command of the Han Dynasty, and it is believed that it is only a matter of time to change the previous hereditary system of governors, and this battle can be said to be quite fruitful.

In addition, the second incident that broke out unexpectedly, the number of people involved was small, the impact was widespread, and the impact was no less far-reaching than the rebellion of the Song Governor of Xihai Dingtai.

That is now in the mouth of Yu Liangxiao, which has spread all over the capital - the battle between the sword immortal Chen Banyang and the old dragon king of the Dragon Palace.

Of course, such an incident that belongs to a cultivator will not be brought to the court for Zhu Zi of the Manchu Dynasty to discuss, but those who have the eye can see its different impact through this matter.

Red bricks and white walls glazed tiles, under the pear blossom tree, the branches are fragrant.

Dressed in a light gray loose robe, the old man with an ancient face sat on the side of the stone table under the tree, and the person opposite was also not young, but he still seemed to be unable to let go of many things in his heart, and a pair of frowns were frowned, forming the mark of the word "Sichuan".

The left and right prime ministers, Han Songluo and Lord Wang Mingji, completely abandoned the entanglement between the previous dynasty and the new dynasty in the last incident against the families of the Southern Dao, and became confidants.

With a click, a sunspot landed on the chessboard, facing the pillar stone in front of him, the current prime minister, Wang Mingji, who can also be regarded as the mentor of His Royal Highness the Prince, likes to play chess, but Han Songluo is not very interested in it.

However, playing chess has become the only medium of communication for the two to meet.

There is always a saying, if the relationship between the left and right prime ministers is too good, so good that the world knows about it, it is not good.

"During the Shenwu Dynasty, the West Sea Dragon Palace was not very peaceful. "The voice of the old man Wang Mingji, who survived the previous dynasty, was a little dull, and he was not as full of anger as he was a few days ago.

"Emperor Liang of the Northern Dynasty said that 'if it is not my race, its heart will be different' is reasonable. Han Songluo picked up a white grain from the chessboard and said softly.

The words did not stop, "This is mostly because all dynasties have made good friends with Wanfa Temple and Haoyang Mountain, although Han is a literati who has no power to restrain chickens, he also knows that this world can produce a saint for the benefit of the entire human race." ”

"What about this battle?" Wang Mingji twisted his beard and looked at the chessboard contemplatively, not like he was thinking about how to fall.

"There are pros and cons. Han Songluo's voice was quieter.

"Oh, then it seems that Songluo must think that this battle will not be able to suppress the West Sea, but will raise the dragon's head?"

Han Songluo did not speak, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

The two played against each other for a few more rounds, and Han Songluo spoke again: "After all, there was such a character thousands of years ago, the sword was on the neck of the old dragon king, and he had no temper, and the dragon was not a good race. He wanted to lift this head up too much, and after enduring it for too long, he was afraid that this battle would rebound. ”

"The Han Dynasty ...... at this time in this position," Wang Mingji said and paused, and said again: "It's uncomfortable." ”

Han Songluo's brows deepened again.

For example, today, the west has been flattened, except for the indescribable emperor in southern Xinjiang, the unpredictable strength, the whole world, Qingyang and Dongque can hardly hide the sharpness of the Han.

The garrison army in various places is strong, the herringbone army is brave, and the Wenchen generals rarely have mediocre people or corpse vegetarians, and the national strength of the Han Dynasty can be said to be at its peak for a while.

At this time, a battle over the West China Sea, if it becomes the fuse, Qingyang and Dongque are willing to let the Han Dynasty be a big brother and let the Han bear the brunt.

Fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, and in today's Han Songluo's heart, he doesn't think that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is already a qualified emperor, or he has never thought so, and has always maintained due respect.

Wouldn't it be even harder at this time?

With a cough, the pear blossoms fell, and his voice was a little tired.

The red pavilion of vermilion lacquer white stone, is the most of the entire Leyang Imperial Palace, standing here, you can monopolize the style of the entire imperial capital, the green mountain guarded by the heavy soldiers is also seen very clearly, there is a tomb bag on the top of the mountain, it is not gorgeous but exquisite.

This pavilion was built by order of the current saint Yi Yang, and it is considered a rare 'luxury'.

At this moment, Yi Yang was standing in the pavilion again.

It's a little strange that the news of the first battle in the West Sea was not brought by the mysterious Jade Liangxiao eldest prince himself, but the second son, Han Jiangyue, the eldest son of the Sichuan Prime Minister Han Songluo.

Now Jiang Yue was standing behind the saint, seemingly standing casually, but his hands hanging down by his side betrayed his heart.

Originally, every time she met with the emperor's uncle, Jiang Yue felt more or less pressure in her heart, let alone standing in this pavilion this time.

In Han Jiangyue's memory, he could be summoned by the saint in this red pavilion, and he counted it on one hand, and he had never been here before, and he never thought that he would stand in this position.

"It's okay, after the eldest prince left the Jingshi, the burden of the entire Yu Liangxiao fell on you, can you still handle it?"

Yi Yang turned around, and the kind smile on his face instantly offset some of the tension in Han Jiangyue's heart, and then gently stretched out his hand, "Sit down." Calling Jiang Yue to sit down in front of him.

But it was still a little strange that the Holy Lord did not talk about the West Sea Dragon Palace for the first time.

This made Han Jiangyue, who had been prepared for a long time and should say something, a little confused, and blurted out a sigh instead, which made the emperor's uncle laugh.

"The eldest son, he is really not human. ”