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The First Champion Chapter 518

The child looked to be only two or three years old, wearing a small seven-pronged crown and the robes with large sleeves of the royal family of the Li Dynasty, dressed like a young adult.

Lan Ying stepped forward, hugged him like Yang Lin and said with a smile: "Yang Shaozai, this is the only flesh and blood of the late emperor. His brothers were all killed by the traitor Li Yanghuan. He was the only one who took his life at a young age."

"We, Li Chao, want to make him king, so we came here to tell Yang Shaozai." Lan Ying didn't discuss with Yang Lin beforehand, and she was a little guilty when she said it.

This matter was thought up by her guard commander to help her, in order to send away these soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty as soon as possible.

After Lan Ying finished speaking, she couldn't help but secretly looked at Yang Lin's face, but seeing that he didn't turn angry, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Lin was silent for a moment. No matter what Li Chao said, he had ruled this place for more than a hundred years.

If it continues to be ruled by the surname Li, and it will be returned to the Song Dynasty in the future, there will definitely be people who will resist.

It's better to support a puppet who hates dogs, and the resistance in the future will be much smaller. He pondered: "Li's licentiousness is immoral, and people's hearts are scattered. I think this King of Jiaozhi County has to be reported to the court, and my emperor will give him another title."

Lan Ying's mature and sexy body trembled, her eyes were full of pleading, Yang Lin said cruelly: "Listen to my arrangement, this kid, don't let it out again. Li Gande was killed by his son when he was old. It's fine, the children have all suffered, and it's hard to leave some flesh and blood, don't let them be buried too."

Lan Ying was paralyzed on the ground, with no strength in her body. In the future, if he supported other people to replace Mrs. Li, then these people...how could they have a good end.

At this moment, a guard came back with a dog, pushed away the obstructing palace guards, and said: "Don't worry, queen, our young master has told you that we will definitely protect your family."

Lan Ying had mixed feelings in her heart and didn't know what to say, so she just waved her hand lightly.

On the avenue inside the palace, Lu Qian whispered: "Young Zai, if you want to support other people to become kings, the best way is to cut off this line. Li Gande is the only son, why not..."

Yang Lin thought about it, this is indeed a good idea, but how could the child, who is only two or three years old, be able to do it.

He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't have to be so bloody, I can let this baby take the throne first, and then give the Zen throne to Zhang Boyu. In this way, the name is really justified, otherwise, the Li Dynasty will rule this place In a hundred years, even if Li Gande's lineage is dead, wouldn't there still be side branches?"

Lu Qian nodded and said, "What Shaozai said makes sense."

Looking at the extravagant palace, Yang Lin secretly thought in his heart that this place must not be allowed to continue to be under the rule of the Li Dynasty, nor should any Jiaozhi people be allowed to continue to hold this piece of land.

After being separated for hundreds of years, they are so alienated from the Central Plains, so vicious and vicious. This piece of water and soil is separated, and no good people can come out.

After Zhang Boyu took charge of the country, he allowed them to buffer for a while, using this puppet regime to wipe out the signs of resistance in Jiaozhi, and then completely took it down, returned to the Central Plains Dynasty, and incorporated it into the Dali Protectorate.

In this way, this place is no less a natural port than other Shibosi, and it has opened up an ancient Silk Road in the Hexi Region, as well as a wealth line like the tea-horse trade road.

After the winter, places like Shun Song Mansion also look a little more dilapidated.

There is a layer of mist in the air, and the pond beside the hall is filled with a faint white mist. There are only a few residual lotus left in the pond, which looks extremely bleak.

If it was in Bianliang, it might have snowed at this time, and the Yunnei and Jin Kingdom farther away had already reached the time when thousands of miles were frozen.

On the crimson majesty, Yang Lin was lying on the back with a big grin, while Lan Ying at the side lightly waved her pink fist, hitting his calf.

Her technique was clumsy, and she was so tired that she wiped off her sweat after a while, but Yang Lin didn't care.In this palace, there are many more people who know how to serve people than she does, what they want is the feeling brought by this unfamiliar technique and her identity.

"In a few days, let that child ascend the throne, and then surrender to Zhang Boyu."

Zhang Boyu is very capable, and has almost killed the ministers of the Li Dynasty, except for his weak bones.

Lan Ying has completely resigned to her fate now, this guy is a thief, not only wants to steal people, but also steals the country.The helpless thing is that no one can resist him anymore. During the year of Li Chao's inner struggle, he has been fighting every day, killing both sides.

When Li Yanghuan was in power, he killed countless people and exterminated countless clans.

When the Song people came, Zhang Boyu cleaned it again in the reverse direction. The area of ​​Jiaozhi had never lacked internal fighting, but it was the first time that such a tragic internal and external trouble had occurred.

Yang Lin held her chin and asked, "What's the matter, I can't bear to be your queen"

"That's enough." Lan Ying said with a flattering smile.

"That's good. When the time comes, you people still have to go to Bianliang. Come to my house, you are a beautiful girl, and you can barely make ends meet."

Lan Ying's face turned bitter, she used the wrong force on her hand and slid to the side.

With a snap, Yang Lin scolded: "Little whore, what do you want?"

Lan Ying froze for a moment, didn't she just beat the air, what else could she do?

Yang Lin said with a straight face: "I see that you clearly want to assassinate, and you must be resentful. Kneel down!"

Seeing an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, Lan Ying was really relieved, spat inwardly, but knelt on the ground very cooperatively.

Lan Ying crouched low, begging in a low voice: "I just slipped, please forgive me."

Yang Lin was angry. A few days ago, this woman dared to make a claim to establish a new king.This is really a deliberate excuse to let off steam.

"You still dare to quibble?" There was another crisp sound, Yang Lin raised his hand and hit her on the buttock.

"Ouch..." Lan Ying groaned, "It hurts, it hurts less, it hurts so much."

With a "snap", Yang Lin dropped his hand a little harder.

"The concubine knows it's wrong, the concubine wants to assassinate Shaozai, please spare the concubine." Lan Ying leaned over, raised her pretty face, and begged for mercy.

"Capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped. How to punish you is up to you."

Lan Ying looked at his unfinished expression, shook her round tun lightly, bit her lip and said coquettishly: "Just keep beating here."

Chapter 586 The Traitor

It was near midnight, and the wind was bitterly cold in the empty streets.

A few soldiers timidly patrolled back and forth. The Shun Song Mansion has recently imposed a curfew, and no one is allowed to go out at night.

Six teenagers were leaning against a crumbling adobe wall, which was burnt black, and several of them murmured in low voices: "This weather is really hell, this year is the coldest year, right?"

"Stop chatting, the road is full of officers and soldiers, be careful to be discovered." One of the leaders shouted in a low voice.

He was stooped, with a resolute face, with one hand stretched out in his arms, listening attentively, the dagger he clenched tightly was warmed by his chest.

The rest of the people didn't dare to make any more noises. After a while, there was a sound from a distance. It was the crisp sound of hooves hitting the stone road.

A guard wearing a cochin robe was riding on a horse, followed by a group of red-clothed and black-armored sword-wielding soldiers, guarding a carriage.

There was no one else in the car but Zhang Boyu, who was lying on the rug at this moment, and a young girl was riding on him.

Zhang Boyu is worthy of being a young butcher, and in the middle of the night, he also has the pleasure of shaking the carriage. The carriage squeaks, this woman doesn't seem to be afraid that people outside will hear her, she yells quite wildly.

It was terribly cold outside, but there was indeed smokeless animal charcoal burning in the carriage, and the guards were too cold to listen to the melodious screams for joy.

A guard at the head, because he was afraid of the cold, had already taken off his iron helmet and hung it on the side of the saddle, leaving only the wrap around his hair.

Suddenly, a stone flew over and hit the eyes of the mount under his crotch heavily.

The horse neighed miserably and lurched back, shaking its head vigorously.