This glass is too precious. Is there any intention?
Zhu Xin bowed his hands, nodded and said, "Thank you for your long-term care, Yang. What's the point of giving me some glazed teacups?"
Yang Xianshu took a sip of the drunken spring breeze, pondered for a while and asked: "Tell me, what does Zixing (Zhu Xin) want?"
Zhu Xin also drank tea and did not answer his question: "What do Yang's subordinates think of Xingyuan Mansion?"
This is a matter involving officialdom. As a general, the main thing is fighting. What else do you do with these things?
Looking at Yang Xianshu's wary eyes, Zhu Xin said, "I have a servant who wants to see you?"
Yang Xianshu didn't realize for a moment, what qualifications did Zhu Xin's servant have to come in?
However, the relationship between the two parties was very good, and Zhu Xin sent him such an expensive gift, which he could not refuse.
A man wearing a bamboo hat came in, almost covering his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
Yang Xianshu couldn't help but be shocked. As a servant, he came in so rudely.
Just as he was about to scold the man, the man had already taken off his bamboo hat and revealed his true colors.
While Yang Xian was stunned, the man bowed his hands and said, "Is Mr. Yang doing well?"
Yang Xianshu couldn't help but be overjoyed. He stepped forward and held the man's shoulders, shook his body, and said with tears in his eyes: "Mr. An, you are still alive. I am so happy to see you."
It turned out that this person was another captain An Ning Yulie. Yang Xianshu did not see him return to Xingyuan Mansion last time and thought he was killed in battle.
Yang Xianshu was very enthusiastic, then he sat down with his hands beside him and called the maid to serve tea.
After An Ning drank tea with Lie, he said to Yang Xianshu without any courtesy: "Let me answer Duke Zhu's question. Xingyuan Mansion has no intention of attacking at all, except for substitutions."
Yang Xianshu did not answer his question, but asked: "Gong An, where are you now? Are you really working as a servant for Duke Zhu?"
An Ning and Lie looked at Zhu Xin and said, "Actually, it's okay to be Zhu Xin's servant. He is the person in charge of the security team's detailed operation camp."
Yang Xianshu stood up from the coffee table in disbelief, pointed at Zhu Xin and said, "I have been dating Mr. Zhu for half a year, but it turns out that I have been dealing with the security team?"
It was very impolite for Yang Xianshu to point his finger. An Ning and Lie hurriedly held down his hand and said, "Mr. Zhu can speak to you on behalf of Mr. Zhu."
Yang Xianshu didn't turn around for a moment and couldn't help asking: "That young man?"
"Of course it's the young man, his surname is Zhao Taoping." Zhu Xin said, handing over to Jintang County.
Not long after Yang Xianshu stood up from the stool, he suddenly sat down again.
It turns out that this businessman friend is actually the enemy of the security team.
On the battlefield, he fought to the death with the security team, and at home, he became a guest with the security team and almost became brothers.
"Mr. Yang, look at the barbarians, are there any prospects?" An Ning and Lie saw his appearance and didn't know what he was thinking. They patted his shoulders and said:
"Han people, no matter how hard they work here, they are still second-class people. What's more, you still lost the battle?"
Although Yang Xianshu had brought nearly half of the people back, the battle was defeated after all.
This is secondary. The key is that this time the Hu people were defeated even more miserably than before.
Last time, we could also push the security team to conduct a night attack and cooperate with Jiading Liyingwai.
But this time the two sides were fighting openly and openly, and they also had advantages in location and numbers.
Yang Xianshu sat down blankly, drinking tea and thinking.
An Ning and Lie took the opportunity to say, "Mr. Yang, there is no future for the Hu people. It's better to find another way out."
Yang Xianshu stared at the roof blankly, drank tea again before coming back to his senses and said to An Ning and Lie, "I will follow you and surrender to the Southern Barbarians, no, to the Song Dynasty?"
He talks about the Southern Barbarians for a while and the Song Dynasty for a while, which shows the extreme contradiction in his heart.
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something and said earnestly to An Ning and Lie: "Gong An, the Southern Barbarians have always used civility to control military force. You are a subordinate general, so you must be careful."
Hearing this, An Ning and Lie knew that he did not want to surrender to the Song Dynasty, otherwise they would not be called Southern Barbarians.
Even so, he still advised himself to be careful, which shows that the friendship between the two still exists.
An Ning and Lie suddenly made their hands into the shape of a trumpet and whispered to him.
Yang Xianshu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked, "Is this true?"
An Ning and Lie nodded and said, "Of course it's true. This is what Zheng Qianshi told me."
"Is Zheng Qianshi still on the mountain now?" Yang Xianshu asked impatiently. After all, he is the marshal.
An Ning and Lie thought for a while and then said: "Zheng Qianshi has now surrendered and is now the deputy commander of the security regiment."
This was indeed a bit shocking, Yang Xianshu sat down slumped.
He was deep in thought, drinking tea to cover himself up.
An Ning, Lie and Zhu Xin did not disturb Yang Xianshu and waited patiently to see what he chose.
No wonder An Ning and Lie were able to come here confidently and boldly. It turned out to be with Zheng Ding's consent.
Although Yang Xianshu was drinking tea with a teacup in his hand, the tea stained his lips and he did not drink the tea.
What he was thinking was that now that Zheng Ding was guarded by the security team, they, the surrendered generals, would naturally have a way out.
Yang Xianshu bit his lip, took a big sip of tea, and placed the cup heavily on the coffee table.
An Ning, Lie and Zhu Xin looked at each other. It was obvious that Yang Xianshu had made a choice, but I wonder what his choice was?
He looked at An Ning, Lie and Zhu Xin and said, "Are you here to persuade me to lead my subordinates to defect to you? But the Hu people are very tight!"
Zhu Xin, An Ning and Lie finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Yang Xianshu finally made his right choice.
Zhu Xin cupped his hands in the direction of Jintang County, and then spoke: "Xiao Langjun said that Mr. Yang does not need to go to Xi County, he is still in Xingyuan Mansion."
Yang Xianshu was even more confused. One moment he was asked to surrender to Zhao Ping, and the next moment he was asked to be in Xingyuan Mansion, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.
"Young Master hopes that Mr. Yang will act as an internal agent," Zhu Xin extended his hand to Jintang County and said solemnly: "Young Master hopes that Mr. Yang will take good care of Xingyuan Mansion."
Yang Xianshu was even more happy. Zhao Ping really had the idea of attacking Xingyuan Mansion sooner or later. If he was optimistic about it, wouldn't he be an inspection or control official in Xingyuan Mansion in the future?
Thinking of this, he kowtowed respectfully in the direction of Jintang County and said, "My dear sir, I am willing to follow you forever in this life. If you disobey me, I will be struck by lightning."
The ancients attached great importance to their oaths and kept their word, not to mention the oaths they swore.
Zhu Xin, An Ning and Lie Gong stood there respectfully, looking at Yang Xianshu, bowing and swearing, and nodded.
After Yang Xianshu saluted and swore, he was already a member of the security team, but this one was an internal agent.
He also respectfully saluted each other with Zhu Xin, An Ning and Lie. This salute was the courtesy of colleagues, indicating that the three parties were already colleagues.
"I am already a member of the security team. It is not appropriate to come to Zezhong to meet with Duke Yang in the future." An Ning and Lie greeted Yang Xianshu and said to him after greeting him: "If you have anything to do with Duke Yang, you can contact Duke Zhu directly."
Yang Xianshu's expression was a little sad. He finally saw his old friend, and he didn't expect to break up again. Although he knew that he was doing it for his own good, he felt a little reluctant to let go.
He also knew that this was not the time for children to love each other, so he raised his hands and asked: "Mr. An, what do you need to do now?"
An Ning and Lie thought for a while and said, "My family members have been taken out, and Duke Zheng and his family will also be taken out. Duke Zhu has already arranged these things. He will go out in the name of hunting, visiting relatives, etc. At that time, it will only be given by Duke Yang." convenient."
Yang Xianshu knew that these people had surrendered to the security team and their families would definitely take them out. He nodded and said, "This is not a big problem."
Seeing how thoughtful Zhao Ping was, he wished he could defect to Zhao Ping right away.
But Zhao Ping arranged to respond in Xingyuan Mansion, so he couldn't help but sigh again.
An Ning and Lie didn't know what he was thinking, so they comforted him twice, patted his shoulders and said goodbye.
Xi Xing was as tired as a dog, and Zhao Ping was even more tired. He was in a complete mess.
He not only wants to plan Jintang County, but also consider Xi County.
Of course, Xi Xing is responsible for the specific affairs of West County, while Zhao Ping controls the macro.
When my uncle heard this, he realized how hard Zhao Ping had worked to attract more than 30,000 immigrants to Jintang County.
Not only did he go to Kaifeng and Luoyang to attract people, but he also captured Xi County.
When Liu Ang heard that Zhao Ping had captured Xi County, he was stunned at first, and then couldn't help but smile.
But this West County is too far away from Chengdu, and it’s almost like a piece of cake.
In his opinion, it is not good for Xi County to guard it, and it is not good for it not to guard it.
Guard, this place is less than 150 miles away from Xingyuan Mansion, and the barbarians can attack in less than two hours.
The key thing is that there are 500,000 barbarians in Xingyuan Mansion. How can you hold it?
Failure to defend would mean giving up Xi County, which would be even more detrimental to Zhao Ping.
After all, from the imperial court's perspective, this is the real recovery of lost territory.
Xixian, it has been more than ten years since I left the Song Dynasty.
Chengdu left the Song Dynasty less than a year ago, so there is no comparison between the two.
Zhao Ping's political opponents are worried that they can't find any flaws. If you lose territory, you will be guilty of a serious crime.
Not only could Zhao Ping not be able to keep his title, but the security regiment and the Sichuan Protecting Army might also be eliminated, and Yu Jie might even be implicated.
Zhao Ping was recommended by Yu Jie, and Yu Jie was obviously responsible for the oversight.
To their political opponents, the two were like grasshoppers on a rope, and they just happened to be dealt with together.
Although Liu Ang had this idea, it was impossible for him to say it.
He asked with some worry: "Ping'er, will that person outside Guxuanchuan in Xi County follow the path of Yongle City?"
The uncle's ability to have this kind of awareness is obviously not without merit.
Zhao Ping said firmly: "This Ping'er has already considered and arranged it."
"Ping'er, don't be careless about this, don't let West County become Maicheng." The uncle reminded him after drinking tea and thinking for a while.
Even my uncle, a nerdy county magistrate, has this awareness. I wonder how many people in the court are watching his joke?
The next day, my uncle came to Zhao Ping's apartment angrily with a livid face.
Liu Ang followed his uncle. Although he hid it well, Zhao Ping still saw his sneer.
The uncle threw a roll of articles to Zhao Ping and shouted loudly: "I'm so angry, I'm so angry."
What kind of provision is this that actually offends my usually calm uncle?
It seemed that my uncle was so angry that he would lose his scholarly demeanor.
