This Song Dynasty is different

Chapter 63 What do you want

Gyeongju City.

Huang Ding, the governor of the state, said dissatisfied: "Sang Qingyang and others come frequently to inquire about the battle situation, which is very annoying."

Wang Yao smiled and said: "The Privy Council is in charge of our food, clothing, housing and transportation. We must not offend. The magistrate must be patient."

"How far are the reinforcements?" Huang Ding asked.

"Two days' journey." Wang Yao was looking at the map.

"Urge." Huang Ding pointed at Rouyuan Village on the map, "Marquis Dingyuan has an army of five thousand, plus the 7000 troops of Rouyuan Village, which is [-]. Li Deming has an army of [-]. It stands to reason that holding on will not be a problem."

"Rouyuan Stronghold is not strong enough." Wang Yao shook his head, "If Li Deming attacks with all his strength, it's hard to say. Besides, the autumn is coming, and if Li Deming mobilizes a large army..."

"So we need to urge the reinforcements to hurry up." Huang Ding heard the footsteps, looked up and saw Sang Qingyang, a look of impatience flashed in his eyes, and immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Sang Chengzhi."

"Is there any information about Dingyuan Hou's battle situation?" Yang Yuelai asked too many questions, which was annoying.Therefore, Sang Qingyang could only act in person.

"Not yet."

Sang Qingyang walked over and couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that the point on the map called Rouyuan Village was deeply scratched by his nails.

Only when you are anxious will you be like this... He also has this habit.

He then inquired about it, and Huang Ding expressed his worries without hiding it.

Sang Qingyang said goodbye with satisfaction.

When he walked outside the gate of the state government office, he saw a horse galloping towards him and dismounted beside him.

A follower came forward and whispered: "Someone is coming from Bianjing."

"Whose?" Sang Qingyang looked back at the knight rushing into the government office.

"The officials, probably worried about Marquis Dingyuan, asked Master Yang eagerly..." The entourage said with a smile.

"Everyone's fate has been arranged by God. Worrying about it will not help." Sang Qingyang sighed, "That's all, I'm disrespectful to Your Majesty."

The attendant smiled and said, "But His Majesty is far away in Bianjing and cannot hear me."

"Quickly inform the servant that the war is at a stalemate. I am planning in Gyeongju City. I will certainly live up to the trust of the servant."

"Great victory!"

A cheer suddenly erupted from inside.

Sang Qingyang was startled, and suddenly a bad feeling came into his heart, "It can't be..."

An excited voice sounded in the state government office.

"The Marquis of Dingyuan used his elite troops to attack the Western bandits' horses. When the Western bandits came to rescue, the Marquis of Dingyuan used the main force to attack and contain the Western bandits. The Western bandits had no choice but to retreat. On the third day, the enemy continued to attack to no avail. That night, Dingyuan Marquis used a thousand warriors to attack the Western bandits. He attacked the camp of the Western Bandits and personally led his troops to kill them. The Western Bandits were defeated and retreated..."

The state office was quiet for a moment.

Then the cheers were deafening.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Sang Qingyang's body swayed, and then he smiled and said: "Did Marquis Dingyuan win a great victory? Congratulations. Come, prepare wine and food, I will celebrate with you, hahahaha!"

……

After the war, there was rare peace in Rouyuan Village.

Li Xian walked up the hill. Not far away, the Roushui River flowed slowly and met the Xiaoxigou water.

After that, Xixia continued to attack Rouyuan Village, as well as the surrounding Baibao City and Dashun City.How many good men died in battle, but their names remained unknown after death.

For the first time, he felt the desolation of this era.

"Sir." Wen Yanbo came. In just a few days, he looked much more mature.

"Kuan Fu." Li Xian pointed in the direction of Xixia and said: "This world cannot be pacified by the words of literati. If we want to make the Song Dynasty long-term and stable, we can only prepare for war. But the scholar-bureaucrats did not know that they were conquered in the former Tang Dynasty. If the warriors are humiliated too much, I wish I could beat them to death with a stick, or treat them as slaves."

He turned around and looked at Wen Yanbo, "My disciples, please don't look down on martial artists, otherwise you will have to go!"

Wen Yanbo nodded, "This disciple was too frivolous in the past."

"When the scholar-bureaucrats throughout the Song Dynasty regarded humiliating the warriors as a pleasure and a fashionable act, Mr. Kuan, there is no natural reason why the Song Dynasty will not perish!"

Li Xian patted him on the shoulder, and Wen Yanbo said: "Sir, the warriors are unruly, and the lessons learned from the former Tang Dynasty are still there."

Warriors have been dominating the Central Plains since the late Tang Xuanzong period, and the lessons are profound.

"The food we eat every day will damage our bodies. Is it because of this that we have to go on a hunger strike?" Li Xian smiled and said: "Master Kuan, there is no dynasty in this world that will never fall. The tyranny of warriors can be treated in other ways. To limit.”

"Can it?" Wen Yanbo was a little confused.

"I said, yes!" Li Xian said firmly, as if he had foreseen that scene.

A horseman arrived and brought news.

"Li Deming sent an envoy."

"Where?" Li Xian asked.

"In the city."

"You want me to go see him? Who gives him face?" Li Xian said coldly: "Let him come here!"

But shouldn’t the messenger be received in the city?
The envoy was talking to Yang Chengji and was shocked when he heard the news, "Is Marquis Dingyuan trying to humiliate me?"

Thinking of Li Xian's words, the visitor smiled and said, "Yes. But as the Marquis said, no one will force you to stay."

The messenger's face turned red, and he tried to leave several times, but finally followed.

Behind him, Yang Chengji sighed: "Looking at the entire court, only Marquis Dingyuan can control the party members."

On the top of the mountain, Wang He and others moved stones. Li Xian sat down, looked at the envoy who climbed up, and asked, "What does Li Deming have to say?"

The envoy saluted, "Your Majesty said that Dingyuan Marquis is provoking Daxia. He should send a letter to Bianjing and ask the officials if they want to go to war with Daxia."

It would not be Li Deming if threats like this came several times a year.

As for the king, it was granted by the Northern Liao Dynasty, but the amazing thing is that the Song Dynasty didn't mind at all.

The Li family even invaded the northwest of the Song Dynasty every year, ranging from several times to dozens of times.At the same time, the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty still regarded Li as an obedient minister.This magical self-deception did not end until Li Yuanhao became emperor.

Every year Li Deming makes noises and threatens, with the purpose of building momentum and seeking benefits.

Every year, the entire Song Dynasty would appease the Li family and give various rewards.

As for Li's threats, the civil servants were always at odds with each other and just wanted to calm things down.

Therefore, the envoy held his head high, waiting for the Marquis to speak and make peace with him.

Li Xian looked at him, stretched out his index finger and waved, "Tell Li Deming."

The messenger stood up straight.

"If he wants to fight, then fight!"

……

The autumn mood in the northwest is deeper than that in Bianjing, and the leaves on the trees are turning yellow, which makes Li Xian think of chrysanthemums.

The envoy left, leaving a threat before leaving, so Li Xian simply had him thrown out.

Yang Chengji and others were stunned by this series of words and deeds.

After the news reached Gyeongju, the state government cheered again.

But Sang Qingyang was gloating, "He is undermining the national policy of the Song Dynasty. Wait, you will have his good harvest!"

Sang Qingyang was worried that he would be impeached if he returned, so he led his people to Rouyuan Village.

Li Xian is eating fruit.

The fruit is a bit sour but not sweet.

He is already more than eighty miles outside Rouyuan Village.

There are sheep in front, moving slowly like clouds under the blue sky.

"Master Hou, this is the herdsman of the Duanxian clan." Fan Ji introduced.

The Duanxian clan is a member of the party, which is quite large.However, the leader of the Duanxian clan was killed by Li Deming last year on the charge of losing the battle with the Tubo people.

Several sons of the old patriarch competed for the right to inherit, and they fought furiously. In the end, they all died together, but their daughter Liang Mo got married.

"Master Marquis, don't underestimate Liang Mo." Fan Ji said, "Some people say that her brothers killed each other because of her handiwork."

"It's interesting." Li Xian saw a group of cavalry coming from a distance.

The cavalrymen knew the rules very well and would carry their bows on their backs a hundred paces away. It was very troublesome to use them in this way.

Immediately, the leading general dismounted and walked over, saluting.

"I have met the noble Marquis Dingyuan."

"A member of the Duanxian clan?" Li Xian asked condescendingly on horseback.

"Yes, I came under the order of the clan leader." The general raised his head, "The clan leader wants to invite the Marquis as a guest. I wonder if the Marquis dares to go?"

Fan Ji gave Li Xian a look.

Li Xian nodded, "Lead the way!"

Wen Yanbo came over and said in a low voice: "Sir, that Liang Mo is cruel and cunning, and it will be dangerous here."

"The Imperial City Secretary said that Liang Mo has alienated the Li family since he took over the Duanxian clan. This time they can graze their cattle close to Rouyuan Village, which is a gesture. Kuanfu, remember, what is the art of war? People's hearts. .What drives people’s hearts? Interests!”

At this moment, Liang Mo and the Song Dynasty had interests, and what Li Xian needed to do was to add fire to pull this wealthy family out of the Li family's camp.

If it’s done, this will be a slap from the Song Dynasty to Li Deming.

Thinking about it, the sound of this slap will reach Bianjing.

Wen Yanbo's eyes flashed with excitement, "Disciple, I would like to be taught."

Di Qing has always been very taciturn, and now he said softly: "This is what Mr. said, the art of war is never complicated, what is complicated is the human heart."

Li Xian set off with dozens of horses.

On the morning of the second day, he saw the sheep that looked like boundless white clouds, and the girl in front of the sheep.

16 years old was a girl in his time, but in this era, many 16-year-old girls became mothers.

In front of the flock, the girl with many braids, slightly plump cheeks, and eyes as clear as the sky had some unfamiliar blessings, "Liang Mo has seen the noble Marquis Dingyuan."

Li Xian dismounted and said, "The Liang clan has long been disappointed with me."

Immediately, the Duanxian people set up the tent, Liang Mo clapped his hands, and the musicians and dancers magically appeared.

Behind Liang Mo stood a row of nobles, most of them young.

The young people looked at Li Xian with defiance, even provocation.

"Congratulations, Lord Marquis, for defeating Li Deming." Liang Mo skillfully picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Li Xian also drank, feeling that the wine was not that good.

"How will Song Dynasty get along with Li Deming from now on?" Liang Mo asked directly.

"In fighting there is peace, in peace there is fighting, in fighting there is peace." This was the development history of the Song Dynasty and the Li family from then on, and it was the same until Li Yuanhao became emperor.

"Brilliant!" Liang Mo said approvingly: "The Marquis did not perfunctory me. So, is the Marquis here just to honor the clan?"

Li Xian nodded, and Liang Mo asked, "What can Lord Marquis give me?"

"Peace!" Li Xian said calmly.

"What a shame!" A young nobleman came out and pointed at Li Xian, just as he was about to speak out.

"Wang congratulations!" Li Xian said lightly.

"Mr. Lang!" Wang He stepped forward.

"Shut him up!" Li Xian pointed at the young noble.

call!
Liang Mo only felt a figure flashing beside her, and with a pop in the wind, the young nobleman fell beside her.

Li Xian, who was sitting opposite, smiled and said, "What do you want?"

(End of this chapter)