The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 474

The three of them murmured for a while, sorting out the things they might encounter in advance, and it was already late at night.

Liu Qingshui seemed a little anxious, and said: "It's getting late at night, Dalang must have a lot of people to meet and have something to say, so let's go first."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Qing Shui is still thoughtful, Gong Ming, let's go?"

Yang Lin sent them outside the door, but Liu Qingshui didn't leave for a long time, Yang Lin asked doubtfully, "Qingshui?"

"Dalang, do you have another place to go?"

Yang Lin's heart moved, and he raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Is there...something in the forbidden?"

Liu Qingshui is in charge of the imperial city, if something happens, it will definitely involve the royal family.What Yang Lin is most afraid of is that someone will talk about the royal family.

Liu Qingshui pursed her lips, stomped her feet, and said, "Aren't you going to visit my sister? Dalang, let me tell you, I'm just such a sister. If you dare to... be irresponsible, I will break the bond with you." .”

Yang Lin froze on the spot, just about to spread his hands, suddenly blessing came to his heart.

Obediently... Is there such a good thing?

Chapter 537 Punishment

The stars are shining brightly, and the bright moon hangs high.

In Bianliang City, Yang Lin walked a few steps at the door with sweaty palms.

"Yang San!" The voice was unexpectedly high-pitched, Yang San came over with sleepy eyes, and said with a bitter face: "Young master, I can sleep at home, and I will go to war immediately. It is not worth it if you are broken."

Yang Lin was furious, and kicked over, the cunning boy had already escaped.

"Hey, young master, calm down. Whose house are you going to, young master, talk to me." Having been with his own young master for a long time in the past few years, Yang San's troubles with his mouth have become more and more serious.

There is no way, as a competent Dasong cadre, if you don't have a good relationship with anyone, you have to be tough with the driver, otherwise, how can you walk around the streets and get into the skirt...group, ah bah, the masses.

After talking about the trouble, Yang San quickly drove the carriage over. Yang Lin lowered his voice and said softly: "Follow up, Liu Tiju's carriage, tonight... let's go to his house."

Yang San had a chill, and his face changed a little with fright. The young master... Liu Tiju... glanced at himself, and Yang San was even more frightened. Let's go to sea with the master.

They were about to set off when there was a rush of hoofbeats, and with an afterimage, the knight rolled off the horse: "Young slaughter, the military situation in Yunnei!"

Yang Lin was taken aback, seeing the news of the military so late, seeing the postman's appearance, it might not be easy at this time, he jumped out of the carriage, supported the pale postman and asked, "Why are you panicking? "

Taking out a secret letter from his arms and handing it to Yang Lin, the postman began to pant heavily.

Borrowing the lantern at the door, Yang Lin unfolded the letter, his face suddenly changed.

Inside and outside the city of Yunzhou, the beatings were too brutal. There were corpses everywhere, and no one restrained them. After days of heavy rain, the soaked corpses rotted and were exposed to the scorching sun, forming a plague.

Master Zhong is old and his resistance is weak. After rushing from Yingzhou to Yunnei, he couldn't afford to get sick.

The old species is the leader of the Western Army, maintaining the various factions in the Western Army, so that they can unite a little bit.The old man fell down, life and death are in between, and he doesn't know what the chaos on the front line is like.

General Qin Long was dissatisfied with each other, who else could maintain the situation.

The outer courtyard of Zhaodefang, a small courtyard, is full of medicinal fragrance.

This is the safest place. Xu Shuwei didn't even lock the door when he was sleeping.Just pinned it with a stick.

He has brought the whole family over here, anyway, this is also his uncle's house, and his family members and children often go to the inner courtyard to play.

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door, accompanied by a few loud yells, Uncle Xu said angrily: "Who is it, who disturbs other people's dreams in the middle of the night, it's unreasonable."

The lady of the Xu family put on her clothes and asked in surprise, "Could it be that uncle has lost power?"

This sentence scared Xu Shuwei enough, he was completely sleepless and sweaty, he put on his shoes and hurried to the small courtyard, and looked out through the crack of the door.

This look almost frightened him to death, and he happened to meet a pair of eyes, also looking in.

"Good nephew, it's me, your dearest uncle."

Uncle Xu panted heavily, opened the door, and said, "Uncle is still not asleep when we go out tomorrow?"

After Xu Shuwei opened the door, Yang Lin smiled and said: "My good nephew, as the saying goes, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Now it's time for you to serve the country."

Xu Shuwei, who was still undressed, was dragged by Yang Lin, hooked his shoulders and put his back on his back, and got outside, only to see a team of guards who were already ready to go.

Holding torches, a long queue surrounded a carriage in the middle.

After Yang Lin dragged him up, he lifted the curtain and straightened his face: "The military situation is urgent, there is no need to delay, give me the whip, let's go!"

Old man, old man, you have to hold on.

Xu Shuwei, who already knew what happened, put on the clothes brought by the sergeant, and said in relief: "Uncle, don't worry, there are many kinds of plagues, and many times they can be cured and prevented."

In the early morning, outside the city of Bianliang, the officials who were waiting to send Shaozai off learned from the guards guarding the city that Yang Shaozai had set off overnight.

The plague in Yunnei land has reached a very serious level. Ever since the Jin soldiers went south, the fighting has never stopped.

The Jurchens drove an unknown number of Khitan cattle from the Kingdom of Jin, killed them at will and discarded them by the side of the road, and there were countless casualties during the siege.

These Jurchens who came out of the ice and snow did not know the severity of the plague, and there was no plague among them.

Now it is midsummer turning into autumn, and after the flood, there are too many corpses soaked, and after the decay, the plague is prevalent, and the city is fumigated by the plague, and there are countless deaths from the plague.

In the military camp, people are concentrated again. Once infected, it is difficult to prevent it from spreading.

Yang Lin's heart was pierced like a knife. These elite fighters fought hard to protect the border, not allowing foreigners to step into the Song Dynasty, and not killing or injuring a single commoner of the Song Dynasty.

It would be even more unacceptable if he was infected with the plague instead of dying in front of the battle.

Inside the big tent, the smell of decoction was unpleasant, and Zhong Shidao was lying on the bed, covered by a curtain.

Outside the tent, Yao Gu covered his face with a white cloth, his eyes were wide open, his eyebrows flew into his temples, he beat his hands and said, "In just ten days, more than [-] people in the army have died! This is still our place, in Datong City, our Western Army The old robe Ze Qin Fengerlang, I don't know how many people died!"

Yang Keshi stood aside, also with a sad face on his face. Rao is known as the number one general of the Western Army, and Yang Keshi was helpless in the face of the plague.

"The most important thing now is to take down the Datong Mansion, rescue the trapped Western Army, and then transport the old gentleman back to Yanmen Pass, and seek medical treatment from famous doctors."

The plague is both a natural disaster and a man-made disaster. When it took the lives of Song people, it did not spare the Jurchens.

In fact, they have long been impatient with the scorching heat and humidity.Historically, the Manchus, who also came from Baishan and Heishui, retreated to the north to avoid the summer heat and gave Nanming the last chance, but unfortunately... they didn't grasp it.

The Jurchen camp was also full of sickness and sickness, so that both sides of the fierce battle had been free from fighting for seven days.

You know, before that, they were fighting every day until the end of the day.

Wanyan Aguda's face was ugly, and his team was not many, even rarer than when Song came.

Every Jurchen's victory is his own capital. A Jurchen warrior can be worth twenty Khitan soldiers on the battlefield, but they are all equal before the plague.