The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Yang Lin has only been an official for a long time, and he has no team. It is the most appropriate time to rely on him.

Zeng Bu chatted with Liang Shicheng for a long time, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and took the lead to say: "Mr. Liang, this time the western army has won the victory and stole the limelight. These families of military generals in the Northwest are luxurious and extravagant, and they have been separated for a long time. It is extremely difficult to control. You know, Li Jiqian back then was also one of them. The imperial court raised a Xixia, and destroying it can be said to be traumatic. If there is another one, it will be difficult to persist for another half a year."

Liang Shicheng chuckled, and said: "What Prime Minister Zeng said is very reasonable. We can write a letter together in the morning of the next day, and please tell Your Majesty to abolish the Western Army."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then drank tea separately, as if what they were talking about was just an ordinary matter.

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Zhaodefang, in Yang Lin's study.

All the old and small species are here, waiting for Yang Lin.

This is the first time they have come to Yang Lin's study. Both of them are heirs of a great Confucian family. Although they have become generals, they are still full of poetry and books.

Under Xiao Zhong's observation, the walls are full of official and Cai Jing's handwriting, which shows that Yang Shaozai loves the calligraphy of these two people very much.

After watching one by one, the teacher said with a smile: "Brother, take a look, Shaozai is indeed a close official of the government, and there is even a picture of plum blossom specially drawn by the government for him."

Zhong Shidao didn't get up, but was worried and didn't listen at all.

After a while of footsteps, the two turned to the door together, only to find that a beautiful maid came in, holding two cups of tea and said: "You two distinguished guests, my Dalang is practicing breathing with Daoist Mei in the backyard, and he will come in a while."

Zhong Shidao nodded and said, "It's okay, we'll just wait."

The teacher continued to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and was suddenly attracted by a fragment of calligraphy, which was backed with dark teak wood, which had already turned yellow, and was carefully covered with a sarong.

"It turned out to be the authentic work of Wang Xizhi!"

Now even Zhong Shidao was shocked, got up and saw it was "Sangluan Tie".

This is rated as the first line of cursive script in the ages, there is no need to repeat it, and a person who understands it can know its preciousness at a glance.

When the two were admiring, the door was pushed open, and Yang Lin came in and said with a smile: "This is the time when the Husbands destroyed Wang Xizhi's ancestral tomb, but Wang Xizhi himself could not go to repair the ancestral tomb. Wrote this "Sangluan Post".

Tang Shi was stolen by several Japanese envoys who came to study. My father went to Japan, found it by accident, and paid a lot of money to buy it back. "

Zhong Shidao turned back and said: "Young Zai's blessings are profound, so that this treasure can be recovered."

"It's just a book post." Yang Lin is well versed in the way of pretending to be coercive, and said nonchalantly: "Compared with it, I prefer the official's picture of clear snow."

It was a little embarrassing as if he hadn’t heard the two kinds of strategies, but Yang Lin immediately changed the subject and said: "The victory of the Western Army has been completed, and there must be villains in the court. It is inevitable to write a letter to abolish the Western Army." of."

Teacher Zhong said anxiously: "May the young master advise Your Majesty, and don't listen to slander."

Master Zhong Dao Qingqing tugged at his sleeve, motioning him not to talk too much.

Yang Lin chuckled: "Earlier this morning, I have asked Your Majesty to behead Li Qianshun and his family on a certain day. Bandit Xia has committed extreme crimes, tormented him for hundreds of years, cost countless money and food, and lost millions of soldiers and horses. His crime is extremely heinous.

The Khitan envoys begged for Yelu Nanxian twice in three days, each of them a mere clan girl, seemed to be some kind of remarkable person.

During my conversation with him, I said some harsh words, I believe Khitan will make some moves soon.

Whoever can stop the Khitan iron cavalry going southwards will fall on your heads at this time.If you go to Hebei Road and stay for a period of time, the disarmament will be vain, so why bother to appeal to His Majesty again. "

The two looked at each other, they didn't expect Yang Lin to save the Western Army through this method.

Although some people have to be transferred to Hebei, they can also switch defenses back and forth. There is nothing to be afraid of with the support and protection of the Shaozai in the court.

The old Zhong Xiaozhong bowed deeply, this kind of favor is not insignificant, because the Western Army in history had no backing, they were manipulated by the imperial court and divided them into small groups of troops.

Transferred to Jiangnan, Hebei, and Shaanxi. In the end, the morale was low and the Western Army, which was unwilling to fight, was defeated one by one.

The Jin soldiers went south. This group of the most powerful fighters in the Song Dynasty had been toyed with by the court. They only wanted to return to their hometown quickly. In the end, they could not escape the annihilation of the whole army, and they did not show the blood of the Western Army.

Who would have thought that the 20 soldiers of the most capable northwest barrier would not receive even a grain of food within three years.It was the Northwest general who paid for it himself to support the food and supplies of these people.

They know better than anyone else the embarrassment and hardship of no one in the court, so they pay special attention to Yang Lin who is willing to take them in.

The general of the Northwest has accumulated for generations and is not short of money.

Their filial piety is definitely not too small. Except for the lively and fragrant little gift of Xiao Taozi, Yang Lin, a rich and beautiful woman in the northwest region, can ask for anything.

None of this is important. What Yang Lin values ​​most is the business empire of the Longevity Camp. Going to the northwest is even smoother than in Taiping Prefecture, the old nest.

However, the commercial roads in the Western Regions have been separated for a hundred years. Whether it is the long-term West Asia or Europe, and the border horse market is about to explode, all of these are endless potential and wealth.

As long as there is the support of the local generals and let them get a share of it, the financial resources in the Northwest are not as narrow as those of Shibosi, or even worse.

It is not yet the age of great voyages, and the reopening of commercial roads in the Western Regions means the opening of a broad road full of gold.

Whoever has the support of the Northwest General will be able to gain the most benefits on this avenue.

Chapter 2 The Prestige of the Salt King

It has been a long time since the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are remnants of the Ming religion everywhere, and it is not easy to eliminate them. They go deep into the mountains, or hide among the people, and there is no way to search them.

Fortunately, several leaders who followed Fang La's troubles were almost arrested.

Slapping the bar and laughing at Dajiangheng, the name Taipingzhou is also famous.Spring water and autumn waves flow endlessly, farming for half a year and soldiers for half a year.

Taiping Prefecture is the hardest hit area again this time, and almost all wars will burn here.Just because this place relies on water and natural moats, it is a naturally dangerous place, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

In an inconspicuous squire's mansion, there is a beautiful woman in the courtyard, sitting under a tree, on her delicate face, with a shallow and indifferent smile, and occasionally revealing a trace of holy brilliance.

In her arms, a fat and cute baby with black and bright eyes.

While shaking the baby, she smiled and sang nursery rhymes.

In the clear sky in early summer, the blue sky was so blue that she felt it was dazzling. She squinted her beautiful eyes, and carefully felt the breeze blowing across her cheeks.

The officers and soldiers of Jiangnan suppressing the bandits suddenly gathered together and stopped their pursuit, letting the remaining Mingjiao disciples breathe a sigh of relief.

The ones in this yard are the Mingjiao saintesses and the so-called reincarnated King Ming that they most want to capture.

Fang Miaolian was abandoned by her parents since she was a child, so she loves her children even more, even though his father

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, and the laughter of several men, Fang Miaolian frowned, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

After a while, two people came in together, both of them were burly and middle-aged men.

They first looked at the child in the arms of the saint, with a stern look in their eyes.

In the past, they were full of infinite reverence and hope for this child. These people were all loyal to Fang La. In their eyes, this child was the reincarnation of King Ming.

But later, some bad words gradually spread, and the congregation also pointed behind their backs.