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The First Champion Chapter 252

Soon, several Song soldiers with unkind faces approached and took them down one by one.

On the road after the war, the shining steel knife was lifted up, and thirteen heads fell to the ground instantly.

On a winter night in the southwest, dark clouds piled up, the bleak wind blew a biting cold, and the high north wind howled, as if laughing at the small human beings on the ground, attacking and killing each other for pleasure.

Countless corpses were left in the calm Nujiang River, among which were thirteen headless corpses, which looked particularly desolate.

Zhang Shuye didn't die, it wasn't that Wang Fu didn't want to kill him, he was a Jinshi, even the emperor couldn't kill him easily.

Wang Fu secretly ordered the guards to be escorted, and asked them to "take care" of Zhang Shuye.

Because Zhang Shuye and his soldiers, after turning defeat into victory, the southern army had no pursuers, and still fled to Yangyibai City at an extremely fast speed under Wang Fu's urging.

So far, as early as the night when Duan Miaozhen presented the picture, Yang Lin had already planned a two-pronged attack to take Tubo lightly, completely declaring bankruptcy.

Wang Fu himself didn't care about this, did he go too far?From the point of view of future generations, this fellow is indeed a generation of traitors.

If you look at the history of the Song Dynasty and see that this is the routine operation of the civil officials of the Song Dynasty, it is really no big deal.

Things that are more bastard than this are not uncommon, and there are even some who win the battle and sign the alliance under the city.

In Bianliang City, no one knew about it, and red candles were burning brightly in the incense pavilion in Zhaodefang.

The warm air was blowing in the room, and Yang Lin opened his chest, looking very relaxed, with a faint smile on his face.

Su Zhuanglian, who was waiting for him to wash his feet with her head down, wiped the thin sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and said in a coquettish voice, "Sister, look at me snickering again, I must have bad intentions to punish you." Now, you have to be careful for a while."

Su Ningxiang blushed pretty, and spat: "You shameless little hooves, what kind of tongue are you chewing?"

Su Zhuang touched Yang Lin's big feet and said coquettishly: "Master, look, my sister is bullying me again."

Yang Lin lifted his feet out of the wooden basin, and the two sisters immediately knelt down and held their heads high. After drying off, a little maid walked forward. Yang Lin hugged each other and said with a smile: "I love you so much that it's too late, how can I be willing to bully you. Tomorrow Let Yunniang take you to the mansion, cut a suit of clothes for each person, receive two months' allowance, and buy a suit of jewelry and headgear."

The sisters of the Su family were overjoyed, especially Su Zhuanglian, the little goblin, who put his arms around Yang Lin's neck and asked in a tired voice: "What makes the master so happy?"

"Haha, I've been planning since last year, and I'm finally done. I'm about to open up almost the same amount of land for the Song Dynasty. Anyone in this world can do without me, but I can't do without Yang Lin. You say, right?"

The two women said in unison: "Yes."

Satisfied, Yang Lin slapped each other, and said, "What's right, what do you two Humeier know, go make the bed and burn the incense, hahaha."

The two sisters rolled his eyes at him, and went to make the bed with their waists slender, Yang Lin smiled again.

This kind of pleasure, which has been planned for a long time and is under control, is actually a man's ultimate joy.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and a maid held a lantern and said through the door: "Da Lang, Marquis Lu Yu is asking to see you outside, saying that he has something important to see."

After Su Ningxiang heard about it, she took a cloak, came over to tie a belt for him, and put on the cloak.

Yang Lin frowned, and said to himself: "What's the matter, can't we finish the Lantern Festival, does this guy understand what is called the Spring Festival Moment?"

Having said that, Yang Lin still walked out of the courtyard, two servant girls opened the way ahead, and the sky was covered with heavy snow like goose feathers.

In the study, Lu Qian's face was gloomy. Seeing him coming in, after clasping his fists together, he couldn't speak for a while.

Yang Lin immediately sensed that something was wrong, and said in a concentrated voice, "What's the matter?"

The Song army on the southern front was first brought out by Yang Lin from Bianjing. From Fangla in the south of the Yangtze River to Dali in the west, the coach was either Yang Lin himself, or Song Jiang or Wang Chaoli.

Over the past few years, the Song army on the southern front line has spread Yang Lin's eyeliner, and almost all the scouts are from the Long Live Camp.

What Wang Fu did was just relying on his status as a special advancer in the dynasty, he wanted to take credit for it, find a scapegoat, and return to Bianliang as soon as possible to enjoy the blessings.

He didn't take it seriously, how could a mere magistrate and more than a dozen generals be put in the eyes of Tejin.

So what he did was not subtle, and many people knew it clearly, including the spies of the Long Live Camp.

Entering Bianliang quickly, Lu Qian came to Zhaodefang immediately after learning the truth of the matter.

After all, there was still something to be said. As soon as Yang Lin asked, Lu Qian recounted the matter exactly.

After a short period of silence, Yang Lin exhaled and said in a low voice: "Zhang Shuye has committed, immediately send someone to capture Zhang Shuye and save his life."

"I'm afraid it won't last a month at the earliest."

Yang Lin supported Lu Qian's shoulders with both hands, and said word by word: "Use the most manpower, pass the news, and rush on the road overnight. Keep changing people, don't stop, and do your best. Zhang Shuye is a Jinshi. Wang Wei dared to harm generals, he did not dare to risk the displeasure of the world by killing Jinshi."

Zhang Shuye was already in prison, how could Lu Qian not know about the dirty methods of the prison guards? If Wang Fu had the intention, Zhang Shuye would survive for a month unless he was made of copper and iron, which is simply a fantasy.

But he still clasped his fists heavily, then turned and left, not daring to delay for a moment.

Looking at Lu Qian who hurried out, he didn't even have time to close the door, a trace of air-conditioning poured into Yang Lin's neck, refreshing him.

He tightened his clothes and walked out of the study slowly. There was a blizzard in the sky, and the snowflakes fell rustlingly.

Yang Lin strolled to the outer courtyard, Yang Tianning's room, and kicked open the door.

Yang Tianning just fell asleep, jumped up suddenly, saw that it was Yang Lin, and called out: "Father?"

"Boil a pot of warm wine and wait with me until dawn."

Chapter 299 Ask the Prime Minister to Kill the Traitor

A night of north wind, snow covered the mountains and rivers.

On the streets of Bianliang City, before dawn, the Kaifeng government office organized people to shovel snow from street to street.

Yang Tianning, with some bloodshot eyes, pushed open the door, looked back, and said, "Father, it's dawn, but it's not sunny yet."

Yang Lin got up from his clothes, his joy turned into sorrow, and he sat quietly all night, all he could think about was the innocent Huzhou Xiang soldiers who died tragically.

This decadent dynasty has fallen to the point where Jingkang is in trouble, of course it has its dark side, and this is just the tip of the iceberg.

However, Wang Fu's behavior still made Yang Lin really angry. After the early morning court, he did not return to the mansion, but went to Chongzheng Hall together with Cai Jing and Cai Bian from the east and west mansions.

News of the war on the southern front came. It had been a month since Wang Fu was defeated. The Tibetans had reached the territory of Dali, which was unexpected.

Zhao Ji appraised the [-] paintings presented by Yin Muhong with several court painters last night.

Although there were reports from the Southwest War, he didn't care too much. Dali came for nothing. In Zhao Ji's opinion, there was not much difference between fighting Tubo in Dali's territory or fighting in Tubo's own territory.

Anyway, Yang Lin and Cai Jing had made it very clear to him that this battle must be won.

After a while, Zhao Ji came in, with two dark circles under his eyes, and kept yawning.

Cai Bian's face turned cold, and he immediately began to curse: "Your Majesty ignores state affairs, indulges in wine and music, stays up all night, does not know day and night, and if things go on like this, what will happen to the world?! What will happen to the people?!"

Cai Jing and Yang Lin looked at each other, and both curled their lips helplessly, so Zhao Ji definitely didn't care about it now.