The affairs of Dongyi City are still complicated and sensitive, and suddenly he will become a citizen of Qingguo, which is not something that everyone can accept. The businessman is indeed profitable, and the bitch is really ruthless, but even the people in the Qinglou of the trading house are still difficult to change immediately. This is different from doing business, doing raw or not cooked, it is to kill customers, and the power to control one's own life and death is best placed in the hands of acquaintances. This is not the same as picking up guests in the Qinglou, a little red lips are tasted by ten thousand people, and the girls are actually looking forward to it from the beginning.

Especially those vassal states controlled by Dongyi City have long had a tendency to be unstable. The Song State near Yanjing was better, because the noble officials of this small country had long been accustomed to the might of the Yanjing army, and they could not have any will to resist at all. Other small countries that do not border Nanqing, when they think that they are about to lose their nominal power and luxury, and become a dispensable hostage of Nanqing Kyoto, naturally begin to do something in secret.

The power of these small vassal states was not strong, so the means they chose were also relatively obscure, secretly stirring up the undercurrent of the people, and sprinkling peppercorns on the feelings of the people of Dongyi. In just half a month, the protests have become more intense and frequent than before.

These are all expected by Fan Xian, if he wants to accept Dongyi City peacefully, it is not a trivial matter that can be completed overnight, this is the biggest major event that has happened in the world in the past twenty years.

The Eighth Division of the Supervision Yuan has prepared a large number of civil officials in advance, entered Dongyi City in batches, and began to cooperate with Jianlu and the City Lord's Mansion, launching wave after wave of propaganda offensives.

To suppress the protests in various places and prevent them from turning into uncontrollable popular uprisings, Dongyicheng needed to take action himself. Fan Xian didn't want Qingguo's state plane to enter Dongyi City too early, if the blood spilled, the hatred in the hearts of the people of Dongyi would be deeper, and the situation would get out of control.

There have already been three rebels who have been suppressed, and of course these rebels are just more than a hundred thieves in the Wuthering Heights. Of the twelve sons of Jianlu, ten of them were sent by Fan Xian to the mountains and forests of these small countries, responsible for suppressing and explaining, as for the effect, Fan Xian is still waiting for feedback.

Because of the unstable situation, coupled with the natural resistance of the people of Dongyi, some powerful trading houses in the city also began to be a little unstable. In the face of this trend, Fan Xian directly joined forces with Li Bohua, the second disciple of Jianlu, and directly deterred all the businessmen's movements with the double pressure of Taiping Qianzhuang and Neiku.

At the same time, Fan Xian and the envoy jointly sent a seventeen urgent letters to the Kyoto side, asking the emperor for instructions on relevant matters, and at the same time he asked in the secret recital whether the arrangements for the protons of the various princely states could be lowered to a higher level, so as not to force the princes to jump over the wall in a hurry and do terrible things in despair.

The key to subduing a piece of territory is not something that can be completed by signing a piece of paper, the key is to subdue the hearts and will of the people on this territory, and this will take years, even decades, or hundreds of years.

Fan Xian was not in a hurry, but he was worried that His Majesty the Emperor was too anxious. For him, to be able to satisfy His Majesty the Emperor, and at the same time, to make the people of Dongyi City acceptable, not to let Qingguo's iron cavalry kill all the way from Yanjing, this is his purpose, like a tightrope, he walks on it, hanging in the air on both sides, so careless.

............ Conquest requires propaganda and offensives, needs to buy people's hearts, needs to give Dongyi people an excuse to convince themselves, needs Fan Xian to raise a matter of affairs without sleep, and needs him to be the minister of Qingguo and the master of Jianlu, constantly meet with all the big men and those local bigwigs who hold real power in Dongyi City, give the other party a quasi-letter, and let the other party feel at ease.

This is a very tiring thing, Fan Xian's handsome face was finally ruined by dark circles on his face, his face was also white, exhausted to the extreme, but every time he thought that he was saving the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, this kind of meaning that he could move closer to the pleasure of martyrdom would make him sober up again.

In addition to the above qiē, in fact, what is most needed for conquest is strong and irresistible force, and only with strong force as the foundation, the people of Dongyi City will be passively forced to accept the fate of being annexed by Qingguo.

Therefore, when the situation in Dongyi City calmed down a little, Nanqing's iron cavalry began to move closer to the direction of Dongyi City, like a black cloud destroying a mountain, unstoppable.

This is also the bottom line of the emperor's majesty, if Qingguo is not stationed in Dongyi City, what kind of conquest is it?

It was already scorching summer, and the blazing sun was shining wildly in the sky, turning the miserable little daughter-in-law of Dongyi City into a constant wheezing pain, and driving away all the rainy weather after the departure of the great master of Dongyi City, and some were just a piece of light.

The Northern Qi mission had long since left, and to the surprise of many people, although the Northern Qi people were obviously greatly shocked and angry by Nanqing's annexation of Dongyi City, they did not set out to do anything, but just quietly watched this qiē happen, as if the Northern Qi people had accepted their fate.

The hundreds of people standing outside Dongyi City on this day, in addition to the members of the Nanqing Mission and the officials of the Dongyi City Lord's Mansion, were Fan Xian and the disciples of Jianlu who rushed back from all over the country.

Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, standing on the rolling loess official road, subconsciously moving his steps, and his appearance was not very majestic. He didn't want to put on a majestic appearance, because he could clearly feel that all the Dongyi people waiting outside the city at this time had very ugly and pale faces, and there was a special anger that he forcibly held back.

At this time, of course, Fan Xian would not deliberately make a solemn appearance to stimulate them.

The ground gradually trembled, and Yun Zhilan's body, who was standing beside Fan Xian, gradually trembled, this former head disciple of the Sword Mansion, and now the city lord of Dongyi City, could no longer control the gloomy nothingness in his heart, and trembled.

The faces of the officials of the City Lord's Mansion in Dongyi City were extremely ugly, and the faces of the disciples of the Sword House were also a little pale, and they showed their true feelings as they trembled louder and louder.

At the end of the official road, there was a hidden rumbling of thunder, causing the earth to shake, and the small sand and gravel in the loess on the ground were shaken and rolled.

A cavalryman appeared in sight, followed by two, three, ten, hundred, thousand...... The dense cavalry pressed in the direction of Dongyi City from the west, and a solemn and magnificent momentum directly enveloped all the people on the outskirts of the city from that side.

Qingjun is coming.

............ The black cavalry slowly approached Dongyi City, they represented the powerful military power of Qingguo, the irreversible and powerful will of His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo, and the conquest.

The Qing army sent by Qingguo to Dongyi City totaled 10,000 people, which was drawn from the five-way border army within a month, and rushed to the army, but it did not show any chaos, because these Qing troops who were about to represent the Qing State Chang in Dongyi City were all veterans of the Western Expeditionary Army, and under the leadership of the great prince, their combat power was amazing.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at Qingjun, who was getting closer and closer, and the imposing Qing Jun, sneered slightly, straightened his clothes, and slowly greeted him. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the verbal battles with the emperor in the recital, and the deathbed confession of the sword, how many tongues it took him to convince the emperor Lao Tzu. Of course, His Majesty the Emperor also knew that if the people of Dongyi City were to accept it willingly, the eldest prince and Fan Xian were indeed two good choices.

The number of black horsemen is too small, so he only chose the Western Expeditionary Army of the Great Prince, but Fan Xian absolutely believes that among this batch of garrisons, the generals who really belong to the Western Expeditionary Army do not account for the majority, and the Great Prince only came to Dongyi City to show his face, and he still has to go back after all, and it is impossible for His Majesty the Emperor to allow his eldest son to be stationed in Dongyi.

Thinking of the emperor who was far away in Kyoto, but controlled the affairs of Dongyi remotely, Fan Xian's mood became complicated.

To Fan Xian's surprise, His Majesty the Emperor was not angry because he took over the sword without asking for the holy decree, but seemed to know what Fan Xian was worried about, and sent him an imperial approval with an urgent document, and the imperial approval was the same as what was written in the box back then, and there were still only two words.

"Ann. ”

Emperor Qing was appeasing Fan Xian's heart, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a little confused when he thought about it, Emperor Lao Tzu's trust in himself really moved him, the problem is that he knew how ruthless Emperor Lao Tzu would be once he turned his face, and his heart was not even moved.

The wind and dust gradually rose, not servant, Jackie Chan, from the official road straight to the city, the speed of the Qingguo cavalry gradually accelerated, Fan Xian couldn't help but squint his eyes, covering his mouth and nose, I don't know who ordered this kind of suppressive deterrence, I don't know if it will make the people of Dongyi City resist.

He looked back solemnly, but found that to his surprise, except for the strong men in the Sword Mansion with a hint of hidden anger on their faces, the other officials of the City Lord's Mansion and the princes and princes who came to pay their respects were full of fear, their faces were pale, and they didn't seem to have any intention of resisting at all.

10,000 cavalry stepped on the dust, and the momentum was amazing, and most of the people in Dongyi City, who were frightened, broke off their hearts of resistance.

Looking at this scene, Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the blood in Dongyi City is indeed too little, although the hand of the eldest prince is rude and rude, it is the key point of the other party, I don't know if His Majesty the emperor has an explanation before leaving.

However, Dongyi City has less blood, which is a good thing for Fan Xian. He never had the luxury of expecting that the Northern Qi people would surrender without a fight like the Dongyi people, and it would be good to shed a part of their blood.

The horse's hooves were like thunder, and in a moment they came to the outskirts of Dongyi City, where 10,000 cavalrymen were dressed in deep light armor and shone dazzlingly in the sun. The smoke and dust gradually fell, revealing the true faces of these Qing troops, and the dense cavalry surrounded Dongyi City in this way.

Quiet, quiet, even those war horses with twisting their heads seemed to be shocked by the military discipline of the Qing army, and they didn't dare to gouge their hooves or squirt.

Ten thousand pairs of cold eyes stared at the people who came to greet Dongyi City.

The officials, magnates and businessmen of Dongyi City watched this scene with horror, looking at the strict discipline of the Qing army, the arrogance of slaughter, the equipment of jīng Liang, and the confidence and domineering that came out from the inside out, everyone couldn't help but think that if the Sword Saint had not lowered his will to surrender his arms to Qingqing before leaving, these Qing troops would have launched an attack on Dongyi City, and they didn't know if Dongyi City would be able to resist for a few days, or ...... A few minutes?

Click, a silent sound of horses' hooves broke the silence in front of the city gate, and the cavalry of the Qing army was divided, and their commander was drawn from it, and the honor guard around the commander was extremely complicated and gorgeous.

Qingguo's Son of Heaven honor guard, along with Qingguo's army, came to the outside of Dongyi City.

His Royal Highness the Commander was next to the Son of Heaven's guard of honor, he was wearing a silver sè light armor, a sword at his waist, a spear at his side, and a blood-red sè cloak tied behind him, hunting in the yellow dust and sea breeze.

The eldest prince lightly took the reins of the horse, guarded the honor guard of the Son of Heaven and came to everyone, and looked at everyone at the gate of Dongyi City calmly and with complicated eyes.

There was a silent silence.

Yun Zhilan closed his eyes, was silent for a long time, struggled for a long time, his eyes gradually became wet, and then slowly knelt down towards the honor guard of the Son of Heaven next to the war horse.

The city lord of Dongyi City knelt, all the officials also knelt down, and the princes of the candidate countries also knelt down, kneeling densely on the ground, and expressed their submission to Nanqing's army and Nanqing's son of heaven.

The disciples of Jianlu did not kneel, although they knew that this was a helpless decision made by Lord Shizun before his death, although they knew that the senior brother had broken out of the house, for the sake of the people of Dongyi City, they had to kneel in front of these Qing ** teams, but they were not officials of Dongyi City, they were zìyóu bodies, more precisely, they were Jianghu people.

The people of the rivers and lakes have the code of conduct of the people of the rivers and lakes, and they have no fetters, so they stared at the Qingguo cavalry with amazing momentum and full of mountains and fields, and there was no trace of fear in their eyes, but they gave birth to infinite anger and fighting spirit.

More than half of the nine rank powerhouses in the world are here, and they are not afraid of anything.

The eldest prince sat on the horse, indifferently glanced at these stubborn and unwilling to bow down the disciples of the Sword Mansion, and was about to say something, but heard a familiar, clear, but a little tired, and a somewhat indifferent voice from the oblique side.

"The disciples of Jianlu listened to the order. Fan Xian closed his eyes slightly and said, "Go back to the city to help the city lord's mansion maintain law and order." ”

This reason is ridiculous, Fan Xian sighed in his heart, knowing that he had made a mistake, he should not have let the disciples of Jianlu come here, these people are all masters among masters, all of them are arrogant people, especially like Li Bohua, Thirteen Lang, these powerful horns, either the head of the world's first money bank, or the strongest person who is most likely to be promoted to the great grandmaster, how can he bow his head under the authority of a country.

The blood xìng in Dongyi City is indeed not much, if there are ten, at least nine points are left in the hearts of the disciples of Jianlu.

Hearing the door master's words, the disciples of Jianlu did not dare to disobey, knowing in their hearts that Lord Xiao Fan was giving himself a step. After a moment of stalemate, Li Bohua finally became more serious, and after a long silence, he sighed, two lines of tears flowed silently, and led his junior disciples to the city gloomily, making way to enter the city.

Wang Shisanlang didn't leave with him, nor did he kneel, he just stood beside Fan Xian indifferently, looking at Qingguo's menacing cavalry, as if there was no one in his eyes at all.

The eldest prince glanced at Fan Xian with deep meaning, and then Dai Gonggong beside him unfolded the holy decree in his hand and whispered it to the officials and businessmen of Dongyi City who were kneeling in front of the honor guard.

"I heard that Mr. was gone, and my heart was uneasy, and I heard that Mr. was noble, and I respected Mr. Li Min, and I respected ......"

Fan Xian was on the side of the official road, quietly listening to this most important holy decree, and found that this holy decree was not like in previous years, it was full of standard appearances, but it was really the tone of His Majesty the Emperor. And the heart and respect in the words are not false, as for the people of Dongyi City, what will they think of Emperor Qing who killed the Sigu Sword, that is another matter.

This holy decree is very long, and it describes Emperor Qing's greetings to the people of Dongyi City, as well as the importance of unifying the world to the people of Li, and the words are sincere.

In the end, His Majesty the Emperor approved the appointment of the lord of Yunzhilan Dongyi City, and ordered him to enter Beijing at the right time and accept the canonization.

Yun Zhilan, who was kneeling at the front, listened to this will, and was not very surprised, although his city lord was in a position that could be negotiated, but in order to continue, he had to be canonized by Emperor Qing himself.

He stood up with some gloom, took the decree with both hands, and bowed again.

The ritual continues, a ritual of intricacy and importance, a ritual of conquest and subjugation.

The eldest prince dismounted, approached Fan Xian, looked at him for a long time and said, "I didn't do well before." ”

Fan Xian knew that this close brother was referring to the matter of letting the disciples of Jianlu leave, and after a moment of silence, he replied: "I'm already very tired, I don't know what else to do." ”

"But the attitude of the disciples of the Sword Lu still has to be expressed. The eldest prince looked at him gently, was quiet for a while, and said very sternly: "However, you have done well enough...... I don't think anyone in the whole world can do this better than you. ”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, didn't take this talk, just said: "The attitude of the disciples of Jianlu will be shown to His Majesty." ”

He lowered his head and said to Wang Shisanlang beside him: "Shisanlang, you are responsible for the placement ceremony of the army. ”

Wang Shisanlang, who had been silent, raised his head and didn't ask why, just looked at Fan Xian quietly, the meaning was very simple-why me?

"Because you're a simple person. Fan Xian gave him a reason that he couldn't refuse, "I learned a little from you." If you are simple, the world is simple to you. ”

In the eldest prince's slightly puzzled gaze, Fan Xian patted Wang Shisanlang and said, "I think you also hope that this matter can be simpler." ”

............ Standing in front of the cavalry, Wang Xi, the thirteenth disciple of Jianlu, couldn't help but think of the bright afternoon when Miss Sangwen took him to pick a girl many years ago, the same helplessness and the same headache.

Only then did he know that from that afternoon, Fan Xian had decided to tie his life to his. Regarding this point, the simple Wang Shisanlang thought about it and simply accepted it.