Among Yang Ling's personal guards, only a few knew Zhengde's identity. Seeing that Yang Ling was staring at a lieutenant colonel, they could not help but feel very surprised.
Liu Dachui, who had just become Yang Ling's personal guard, looked at the young and handsome lieutenant and then looked at Yang Ling's staring eyes. He could not help but be enlightened.
In the Ming Dynasty, men were very popular. They were considered to be fashionable and romantic, but no one rejected or despised them. Emperors, ministers, scholars, and scholars, accompanied by beautiful women, most of them had charming and handsome male pets. They were usually attendants, and at night, they were partners in bed.
At that time, sexual relations between the same sex were called "diplomacy", and sexual acts between men and women were called "domestic intercourse". Not only was it recognized by the morals, laws, customs, and habits of the time, but the favored attendants also enjoyed the same rights as the concubines. They were usually subsidized with money, and when they were a little older and wanted to leave to marry a wife, the master would give them a sum of money.
Liu Da Bang Chui had long heard of this upper-class society's customs. He saw Marshal Yang and this young officer, whose skin was as soft and tender as a young girl, had an ambiguous expression on their faces. Unfortunately, Zheng De's walking posture was a little bashful. Liu Da Bang Chui felt his hair stand on end. It seemed like this handsome young officer must be the Marshal's male pet.
Liu Da Bang Chui stroked his beard and could not help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, his mother gave birth to him so that his grandmother was not close to him and his uncle did not love him. Otherwise, how awkward would it be for a man like him to be fancied by a handsome man?
Yang Ling did not know that this simple-minded subordinate had such rich imagination. He did not care what the guards who did not know the inside story thought. When Zhengde came to his side, he immediately pulled him up and pulled him into the gate tower. Yang Yiqing and Zhang Yong looked at each other and hurriedly followed in.
The Generals, Deputy Generals, and Deputy Generals were still in low positions and had never seen the Emperor's face with their own eyes. Even if their brain capacity were doubled, they would not be able to imagine that this fair-skinned young man was the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, the current Emperor. Even though they all had their own doubts, they still had the willpower to follow him in without batting an eyelid.
On the inside, it was also divided into three rooms, the inside, the middle, and the middle. The outer room was used to receive guests and to command battles. The middle room was more spacious. Other than a huge map on the wall and a large sand table in the middle, there was nothing else. It was where the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Yang Yiqing, discussed military affairs with the generals and made war plans. The inner room was his study and bedroom. Yang Ling pulled Emperor Zhengde, whose feet did not touch the ground, straight into the inner room. Yang Yiqing and Zhang Yong also followed in like their butts were on fire.
The crowd of generals had just entered the city gate tower when Yang Yiqing poked his head out from the central hall and shouted, "Generals and officers, please wait here. I have something important to discuss with the two imperial envoys!" Finished speaking, he pulled the thick carpet curtain and slammed the door from the inside with a bang.
Not mentioning the surprise of the generals and generals outside, inside the door Yang Yiqing hurriedly rushed into the inner room. He hastily kneeled down in front of Zhengde and said in a low voice, "Subject Yang Yiqing kowtows in salute to Your Majesty."
His Majesty Zhengde cast a glance at Yang Ling. Seeing him pulling a long face and not making any noise, he could not help giggling. Although he was straightforward, he was not an incapable ruler who did not know what was good or bad. Naturally he understood Yang Ling's concern and concern toward him, therefore, he did not mind his expression at all.
He sat down on the chair Yang Yiqing was used to sitting on and said with a laugh, "Get up, there's no need to be overly courteous in here." Yang Yiqing hurriedly got up and said, "Your Majesty, you … why did you come here?"
Zhang Yong's countenance also turned pale, with a trembling voice he said, "That's right, Your Majesty, you scared your servant to death. Just now there were thousands of troops and tens of thousands of horses outside. Luckily the Tatars are not like the Yuan army in the past, they do not have heavy artillery in their hands, otherwise, if by any chance … if by any chance …" Speaking to this point, he could not refrain from shivering.
Zhengde laughed and said, "Here you go again. Zhen knows that Zhen's life is tied to the world, I should cherish my life for the world, but everything is as bad as not enough. The Tatars' Great Khan can personally mount his horse and go to war on the battlefield, do you think Zhen does not have the guts to watch the enemy from the top of the city wall? What kind of Emperor do you want Zhen to be? "
Although he was joking, the reproach in his words was very heavy. Hearing this, Zhang Yong did not dare to say anything else. Seeing this, Yang Ling was about to say something else, but Zhengde had already leaped up and walked in big strides to the main hall. He looked at the big sand table with mountains and rivers, grassland and desert, and began to admire it.
Yang Ling had no choice but to follow him. Yang Yiqing hurriedly walked next to him and said in a low voice, "My God, why did His Majesty come? Why did His Majesty come to Datong? My Mr. Yang, I am asking you to invite His Majesty back to the Capital as soon as possible. Just now when I saw His Majesty, I was so scared that my hands and feet turned ice-cold, I almost fainted. With His Majesty here, I don't even know how to fight a battle. "
Yang Ling forced a smile, momentarily he did not know where to start. Zhengde stood in front of the sand table with his hands behind his back. After carefully observing for a moment, he happily praised, "Good, very detailed topography, topography, topography! Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will emerge victorious in a hundred battles. Speaking of Ming Destiny's cities and passes, everyone is familiar with them.
But regarding this old enemy, the Tartars, we only know that they are divided into six alliances and the general topography. Once we talk about the specifics, it is nothing more than large areas of the Gobi and grassland. This sand table has even marked out the rivers. If we were to fight with the Tartars on the grassland, just this map is worth a hundred thousand troops. What does Minister Yang think? "
Zhengde's impulsive and playful personality has bewitched a lot of people, so much so that many experienced scholars secretly grieved that the Son of Heaven was ignorant and incompetent. However, they have overlooked this sixteen-year-old little Emperor's attainments in Buddhism, music and the art of war. Although in the art of war he is still at the stage of being an armchair strategist, it does not mean that he does not have the corresponding knowledge. A detailed battle map, especially one that is so detailed in marking out the mountains, rivers, grasslands and swamps of an unfamiliar area, its usefulness is not limited to a hundred thousand troops.
Yang Ling did not have time to answer Yang Yiqing, he busily nodded his head and said with a smile, "What Your Majesty said is very true. We are always passively waiting for the Tartars to invade our door. No matter how strong the pass, no matter how majestic the Great Wall, there will come a day when it will be breached. The Great Wall has been built since the time of the Qin Dynasty. Although it is not completely useless, after all, in every dynasty, there are still endless incidents of the barbarians invading the Central Plains. Finding out their ins and outs, one day we can replace defense with offense and completely destroy this fierce tiger lying by our bedside. "
Zhengde clapped his hands and said, "Exactly what Zhen intended. Chief Yang, is this what your scouts drew? They should be heavily rewarded! "
Yang Yiqing glanced at Yang Ling and said, "Replying to Your Majesty, this is … the secret agents of the Inner Factory, using the leather goods and the tea horse business as bait, traveled all over the desert, drew a map and hid it under the saddle to bring it back. Factory Supervisor Yang sent the map to the Ministry of War, and Minister Liu sent it to the border to make it."
"Oh?" Zhengde was somewhat surprised. He cheerfully said to Yang Ling, "I couldn't tell, I couldn't tell. Zhen thought that the Inner Factory would only make money for Zhen. Hmm, well done, they are a hundred times better than the secret agents of the Imperial Bodyguard."
Yang Ling vaguely remembered this matter. At the time when Wu Jie had given the map to him, he had indeed been happy for a while. But at that time, the Inner Factory had just achieved success in developing firearms, and his attention was completely focused on that. Ming Destiny couldn't possibly attack the Tartars at the moment, so he ordered Wu Jie to keep a copy and send it to the Ministry of War. Unexpectedly, Liu Daxia had already sent it to the border.
He stared at the map. The passes along the Ming army's route were all marked out, but the entire sand table depicted the desert grasslands. Right now the Ming army was defending, the Tartars were attacking, and the army's movements were no more than a hundred li. Why would such a detailed sand table of the Tartars be placed in the room where Yang Yiqing usually studied military affairs?
Thinking about this, Yang Ling could not help but have a thought, a vague idea emerging in his mind. By this time, Yang Yiqing had finished answering Zhengde's question. He bitterly urged, "Your Majesty, all the major matters of the world require your decision. Without you holding down the fort in the capital, once the news spreads, the people will be uneasy. I think that Your Majesty should return to the capital as soon as possible."
Zhengde waved his hand and said, "No rush, no rush. Zhen also has an important matter to do here. If this matter succeeds, it will be worth five hundred thousand soldiers. Hehe, I'll ask Yang Qing to tell you later. Oh right, what did you say Miao Kui was doing just now? "
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Yang Yiqing's expression became serious. He stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, because we have to rush to Shangjing before Boyan Meng retreats, time is of the essence. Once the memorial is submitted to Shangjing, the various ministers will have to discuss it. The round trip will take more than half a month. The opportunity is fleeting, so I have ordered the army to set off.
Since Your Majesty has secretly come to Datong, presumably I have not received my memorial. I will report it to Your Majesty again. " He licked his lips, pointed to the sand table and said, "This year the Tatars have encountered a snowstorm. In addition, Boyan Meng has the heart to avenge his son. Therefore, he has taken advantage of various alliances and divisions to invade the Central Plains. The seventy thousand cavalry is already all the elite troops on the prairie.
In previous battles, defeating the invading enemy and driving them out of the Pass was considered a great victory. However, I believe that killing ten thousand enemies on our border is not as good as invading the enemy's territory. Killing a hundred enemies in their own homes is a greater blow to the morale of the troops and the people. In the past, we did not understand the enemy's situation and situation. Rashly sending troops was like a blind man riding a blind horse. Now it is different. "
Yang Yiqing gave Yang Ling a look of approval. He said, "Mister Yang's Inner Faction's activities outside the Pass are extremely effective. The intelligence reports are coming in continuously. This lowly subject is well aware of the situation, that's why I dare to boldly come up with this plan."
"Your Majesty, look." Yang Yiqing pointed to the undulating grassland map. Zhengde, Yang Ling and Zhang Yong all focused their gazes on the place he was pointing at. "This is the Xilin Gol League and the Chahar League. This is the Irehuli League, the Eryafan League, the Erwanna League and the Zhelimu League. This small green flag is the Zhaowu League."
Yang Yiqing said smugly, "Sending a lone army deep into the enemy's rear is a great taboo in the army. However, according to the intelligence we have obtained, this time the Tatars have come out in full force. The rear is extremely empty. The remaining people in each league are the old, the weak, women and children. The number of soldiers left behind to fight is extremely few.
The Tatars live with nothing and have no cities. Originally, even if we knew that their camps were empty, we would not be able to find their positions in the vast grasslands and desert. Now that we have accurate intelligence and a detailed map, we can draw a route of retreat in advance and arrange for the army to reinforce them at any time. This small capital but huge profit risk is worth taking. "
Zhang Yong sucked in a breath of cold air. His expression changed, he said, "Chief Yang has sent a lone army deep into the enemy's rear to fight?"
Yang Yiqing nodded and said, "Yes, a light cavalry unit, a unit of five thousand people. Their purpose is to destroy, not to kill. This lone army will not receive our support and supplies. They must plunder rations and fodder from the Tatars' tribes and leagues, using war to feed war.
The Tatars are brave and good at fighting, but their tribes far behind on the grasslands do not have any fighting power. My order is to kill as few of those old, weak, women and children as possible. As long as they are alive, they are our ally, Bayan Meng's burden. But we must destroy everything they have as much as possible.
Every September and October, the Tatars start to cut and store large amounts of fodder, piling them up like mountains. In winter, they use the fodder to raise cattle and sheep, and use the cattle and sheep to feed the people. My order is: Eat their cattle and sheep, burn all their fodder, and sweep through their grasslands like locusts.
The nearest alliance of the seven leagues is to plunder across leagues. Let them be rich and poor. Some can survive, some starve to death. The nomadic tribes view plundering as a matter of course. I believe that when Bayan Meng returns to the grasslands, unless he can take out enough food to help the victims of the disaster, there will be internal strife. Even he will not be able to suppress it! "
After listening to this, Yang Ling glanced at this scholarly general. Yang Yiqing's thin and dark face was filled with murderous intent. Under the light of the butter lamp, his expression seemed to be somewhat ferocious. Yang Ling could not help but silently praise, "What a scum among refined scholars, a hoodlum among generals!"
Zhengde stared blankly for a while. Suddenly he took a long breath and asked, "You decided on this battle strategy?"
Yang Yiqing did not know what the Emperor's intentions were. After all, this strategy could greatly reduce the pressure on the Ming army. Even if the Ming army did not attack the Tatars first, as long as they waited in formation and did not let the Tatars take advantage of them, they could sit and watch as the Tatars fell into internal strife. At the very least, they could guarantee the peace of the border people for three years. But it was somewhat too shameless and against the harmony of heaven. That was why he had never said who thought of this strategy.
At this moment, he stole a glance at the Emperor's calm expression and did not seem to be angry. Based on the little Emperor's impulsive personality, if he was really dissatisfied, he would have shown it long ago. Only then did he boldly say, "Replying to Your Majesty, this was the idea that subject's deputy general, Wang Shouren, came up with after receiving detailed intelligence from the inner workings.
Subject and the generals in the army worked together to refine and perfect the plan before executing it. For the sake of safety, we requested that the entire operation would only last for twenty days. By the time the letter requesting for reinforcements reached Boyan's hands and the Mongolian army returned, they would have already returned according to the predetermined route. "
Yang Ling chuckled and praised, "What a good strategy to reverse the position of the host and the guest, pulling out the ladder from the roof to destroy the family!"
He was Zhengde's number one favorite subject. When he opened his mouth to praise, Yang Yiqing's heart was at ease. He hurriedly said with a smile, "No matter how wonderful this plan is, it must have Daren's accurate and detailed intelligence. Otherwise, these five thousand men and horses will be like throwing a meat bun to a dog. If we throw them into the boundless snowy plains, I'm afraid they won't be able to find a single tribe before starving and freezing to death."
Zhengde stared blankly for a long time. Suddenly he sighed softly and shook his head slightly. Yang Yiqing's heart trembled. Slightly embarrassed, he said, "Subject also knows that this plan is ruthless and lacks the benevolence and harmony of the heavenly court …"
Before he could finish, Zhengde sighed and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity that the Tatars' seventy thousand strong army is still blocking in front of the pass. They can only ride out on light cavalry without any burden. Otherwise, they would really capture the Mongolian nobility's princes and princesses and bring them back to be eunuchs and palace maids."
Yang Yiqing was momentarily stunned. Looking at the Son of Heaven Ming Destiny who was even more shameless than him, he mumbled and was speechless. He wanted to say a few words of flattery, but the words praising the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors as benevolent and virtuous monarchs seemed inappropriate.
Emperor Zhengde, who only wanted to satisfy his robbing addiction, was still regretfully shaking his head. Yang Ling was already suppressing his laughter and asked, "Chief Yang, how many days has it been since the army set off? Who is leading the army? "
"Ah? Oh, oh … "Yang Yiqing had been worried that the little Emperor, who had not experienced the cruelty of blood and fire and had only learned the writings of sages and sages under the guidance of the great Confucian scholars, would not approve of this plan. Only after hearing Yang Ling's question did he come to his senses.
He hurriedly replied, "It has been nine days. Assistant General Wang wanted to personally lead the army, but Eunuch Miao is ashamed of his incompetence in supervising the army and betrayed the Emperor's wishes. He insisted on personally leading the army in order to redeem himself by meritorious service. Therefore, I sent General Xu Tai to accompany him with five thousand elite soldiers."
Yang Ling was slightly startled and understood Miao Kui's intention. Miao Kui could not be compared to Liu Jin and Zhang Yong. These people had watched the Crown Prince grow up and had a deep affection for each other. Emperor Zhengde was not a merciless ruler and valued personal affection. Therefore, unless they had committed a crime of treason, Zhengde would never neglect them.
But Miao Kui was different. He was a favorite subject of the Former Emperor and had no personal friendship with Zhengde. People like Qiu Ju and Wei Bin, who had not gained any power, had always coveted his position as the Admiral of the West Factory. This time, he had failed in commanding the army. If these people went back and slandered him, not only would he not gain any military merits, he would even lose the power he had gained. Therefore, he had made up his mind to follow the army and take the risk.
The original Spanish sea bandits were originally counts and generals who had been frustrated in internal strife and ran to the sea to seek a new way out. Ambitious people like Miao Kui had taken different routes to the same goal. In order to gain power, they had now turned into grassland horse bandits.
"Xu Tai?" Zhengde thought for a moment and smiled. "Is it Xu Tai, the martial arts champion of Hongzhi in the 17th year? When I was the Crown Prince, I once went to the imperial examination field to watch the battle. This person's martial arts skills are very good and he is also very proficient in military books and strategies. Commander Yang has used his generals well. If he can return with a great victory, I will promote him to the position of Zongbing! "
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After listening to Yang Ling's secret discussion with the Duoyan Guards, Yang Yiqing did not persuade the Emperor to return to the capital. But after he personally sent an additional five thousand troops to personally send Yang Ling and the others back to Datong, he immediately galloped back and urgently summoned Wang Shouren who had returned to Qingniu Pass to discuss a change of strategy. After all, no matter how great the military merits were, it was not as good as protecting the Emperor.
Wang Shouren heard that Boyan Khan had transferred a large number of troops to Pingshun and Hu Pass. He was worried that they would take advantage of the situation to leave the main battlefield and return to the Mongolian grasslands. Now that Miao Kui and Xu Tai's troops were still wandering among the Tatar tribes, if they could not retreat in time, they would all die there. Therefore, he raised an objection to Yang Yiqing.
Yang Yiqing didn't even think about it and immediately refuted. Before the meeting with the Duoyan Guards, the less people who knew about the Emperor's presence, the better. Although he knew that Wang Shouren was absolutely reliable and was his own confidant, Yang Yiqing did not dare to tell him the truth. Therefore, Wang Shouren was very confused about Yang Yiqing's strategy.
But not only did he admire Yang Yiqing, but he also sincerely respected this superior. After thinking for a moment, he proposed to personally lead an army to tail Boyan Khan's army. If Boyan Khan made a diversion and took advantage of the situation to retreat, they could delay their journey and buy time for Miao Kui and Xu Tai.
After a moment of consideration, Yang Yiqing nodded and agreed. He ordered Datong's General Lu Gang, General You Ji's General Fan Shi, and Wang Shouren's troops, a total of 18,000 men, to rush to Pingshun and Hu Pass to provide support.
Zhengde's wish was fulfilled and he returned to the Datong Courier House. After this incident, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless. He accompanied him in the courier house all day, waiting for Wu Hanchao to bring back news from outside the pass.
In order to prevent young Zhengde from being depressed in the courier house, the troupe was booked and they performed for three days. This troupe was rather famous in the area. Not only did they perform operas, they also performed acrobatics and circuses. It was said that on the day the acting king married a side concubine, there was a large banquet. The entire Wangfu was filled with songs and music. A total of nine troupes of all sizes were invited to perform in the entire Wangfu. This troupe was also invited, but they could only perform in the second courtyard of the Wangfu and did not have the qualifications to enter the inner courtyards of the Palace.
Today's opera was the story of the Yang Family. The Yang Family had fought against the Liao Dynasty in the past and left behind many legends. The commoners continued to enrich and develop many interesting stories. Today's opera was about Old Matriarch She leading a group of female Yang generals into battle. At the front of the battle, a young general came to acknowledge his ancestors and said that he was the son of Seventh Madame Du Jine.
In the past, Du Jine and Yang Qilang had only been husband and wife for one night. She had never mentioned that she had a son, which aroused the suspicions of her sisters-in-law. When the young general took out the blood letter left behind by his mother when he was still in infancy, Du Jine then remembered the past.
In the past, she was indeed pregnant. On the way to find the Yang Family, she encountered foreign soldiers. During the battle, her fetus was affected and she gave birth to her son in the reeds. She placed her son in the reeds and endured the pain to mount a horse and fight again. When she returned after defeating the foreign soldiers, her son was nowhere to be seen. She thought that he had been snatched by a wolf and left after crying loudly. She did not mention this heartache to Old Matriarch.
At that time, the opera troupes were all men dressed as women. The popularity of men was flourishing. One reason was that the ships were not allowed to carry women, so the popularity of men was the most flourishing in Fujian. Another reason was that the actors who played the roles of green-clothed courtesans were all men. Each and every one of them dressed beautifully and charmingly, their every movement was extremely romantic. They had pink faces and pearl-like lips, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that could captivate one's soul. It was no wonder that many men flocked to them like ducks.
The performer who played the role of Du Jine on the stage was wearing a bright red phoenix robe. Her body was as soft as a willow branch. She was singing in a charming manner. She threw flirtatious glances at the audience below the stage, causing an uproar among the bodyguards outside. These past two days of watching the opera, Zhengde would often take the lead in making a big fuss. He had also led his own soldiers astray. These imperial bodyguards were completely not as reserved and serious as they were when they were in the Palace.
Yang Ling was by Zhengde's side. When he was thrown flirtatious glances, his heart swayed. He could not help but think, "These professionals are indeed different. Their flirtatious glances are not the slightest bit inferior to the great beauty He who changed sex. If it was in the modern era, it would be a Ming Destiny Star."
On the stage, the performer who played the role of Du Jine was holding a letter written in blood. She was sobbing to her son, who was playing the role of a young general. Her voice was clear and pleasant to the ear. Both the stage and the audience could hear it clearly. It looked like she had really practiced singing.
The performer who played the role of the Old Matriarch trembled as she walked onto the stage. She sighed and said, "This old woman only knew that the Yang Family was full of widows and that there was not a single man left. Heh heh, this is great. It turns out that none of my wives were thrown away."
There was another burst of laughter below the stage. Zhengde turned his head to Yang Ling and said with a smile, "Subject Yang, I heard that you are a descendant of the Yang Family's general. I wonder which branch your ancestors are from. Could it be this young general who was thrown away?"
Although Yang Ling did not know whether his family's genealogy was real or fake, he knew that the Yang Family was prosperous and full of children and grandchildren. There had never been a situation where there were only widows and few men in the opera. Hearing Zhengde's teasing, he could not help but laugh bitterly and did not know how to explain.
On the stage, the opera of recognizing the ancestors and returning to the family was being performed. Behind the curtain, Yang Ling moved back half a step from his chair and accompanied Zhengde to sit there and watch the opera. Behind him, a foreign bodyguard quietly walked in and lightly signaled to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling understood and hurriedly stood up and whispered a few words to Zhengde before walking out. Yang Ling came to the corridor and anxiously asked the foreign bodyguard, "How is it? Is there news from outside the Great Wall?"
The foreign bodyguard replied in a low voice, "Daren, it is not news from outside the Great Wall. It is a letter from your family delivered by the army's courier service."
Hearing this, Yang Ling's heart could not help but tighten. What happened at home? Young-niang is pregnant. Could it be that she …? Thinking of this, Yang Ling's heart could not help but beat faster.
Han Youniang's temperament was introverted and reserved. No matter how much she missed him, she would rather wait for him to come back and greedily hug him and have a one-night stand. But when he was away from home, Han Youniang was too shy to write a letter to express her feelings for him. If she wrote a letter, it meant that something big had happened at home.
Yang Ling hurriedly tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. He saw that there was another sealed letter inside the envelope. On top of the letter, it was also written 'For Yang Ling'. He was puzzled. He opened the letter and saw that the handwriting was indeed Young-niang's handwriting. The letter only said that everything was fine at home. It also reminded him that when he was away from home, he must pay attention to his food and clothing. The war was urgent and he must pay attention to the Imperial Bodyguards when he went out and so on. It was a long and tedious letter, without the least bit of lingering or coquettish feeling in it.
At the end of the letter, it mentioned that Ma Lian 'er of Jinling had a secret letter sent by a foreign bodyguard. Because it was for Yang Ling personally, Young-niang did not dare to touch it. Therefore, she sent someone to deliver it to Yang Ling. There was a hint of coquettishness and jealousy in the letter.
Yang Ling's heart warmed and a faint smile floated to the corner of his lips.
He focused and thought. Based on the route of the letter, when Ma Lian 'er had sent someone to deliver the letter, Cheng Qiyun should not have reached Jinling yet. Ma Lian' er had not received Cheng Qiyun's gift and sent a letter first. Did she miss him?
Yang Ling's mind shook. He couldn't help but think of that beautiful scene under the red maple tree. The letter seemed to carry a faint fragrance from Lian 'er's body. Was it an illusion? … That little vixen that was soft to the bone and could charm a person to death.
He tore open the letter again and lightly unfolded the paper. A line of words leapt into his eyes, "Husband daren is above. Lian 'er bows a hundred times."
Yang Ling chuckled as he read. It was really different to be married to someone. Lian 'er, that wild and unruly horse, was now docile and docile. She even knew to be respectful when she spoke to him.
Reading further, Yang Ling's smile froze. "Yang Ling, you are so strong! So mighty! So amazing! Soon, there will be a little Lian 'er or little Yang Ling who will appear and call you daddy. Are you happy, my Daren? Lian 'er really wants to wait two years before seeing her husband. But the will of the heavens is like this, what more can she say?
Does Daren have a plan to take qie over, or order qie to take medicine and get rid of the descendants of the Yang Family? Lian 'er will listen to Husband's arrangements. Right, Master Guan Guan is very infatuated with Lian 'er, so annoying.
Also, it seems that a certain person has a hidden illness so he brought the beautiful divine doctor down to Jiangnan. This case can be investigated later. "
It was an earth-shattering matter but the tone was unconcerned. It was mischievous, proud, and slightly teasing. Yang Ling stood there dumbly. He heard the other actor quietly sing, "Pitiful … my son, this parting … it's been more than a decade. In the dark, Mother doesn't know how many nights her tears wet her clothes …"
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