A secret report was presented in front of Yang Ling. Yang Ling, who was smiling and thinking about his precious son Yang Qichou in Taihang Mountains, woke up with a start.
He moved closer to the lamp and carefully examined the secret report. There were a total of seven officials in the Taiyuan Guard Regimental Training Army. In order for the Regimental Training Army to be able to smoothly integrate with the Wei Suo Army once it replaced the Wei Suo Army, the organization and ranks of the Regimental Training Army were all set according to the regular army. Of these seven people, the highest-ranking official was You Qingyu, who was also the Deputy Minister of Military Supplies. The other six were divided into Qianhu and Baihu.
Because Zhang Yin and Jiang Nanyan were not in uniform at that time, and Jiang Nanyan had not yet joined the army in Datong, Zhang Yin was now in command of the regular army and did not belong to the Regimental Training Army. Therefore, according to Yang Ling's conditions, these two people's names were not on the investigation materials.
Yang Ling gently tapped the paper and fell into deep thought. When the Maitreya Sect was in Datong, they had sent people into the army to serve as the Deputy Qianhu in charge of guarding the border passes. Li Fuda was the Maitreya Sect Master. If he could infiltrate the army, how could his official position be low?
Among these seven people, You Qingyu had the highest official position, but his age and appearance were far from Li Fuda, who was wanted by the imperial court. Of course, when Li Fuda roamed Jianghu and preached everywhere, it was likely that he had changed his appearance. An old Taoist with disheveled hair and an official of the imperial court would greatly change his appearance. Not to mention that most people in Jianghu were proficient in disguise, and the White Lotus Branch had been engaged in underground activities for hundreds of years and were even more proficient in this aspect. But at least the age difference was not too big.
This Commander You was at least 20 years younger than the legendary Li Fuda. He was a young and promising officer in his mid-thirties. Even if Li Fuda's martial arts were excellent and his internal energy was exquisite, he would only look ten years younger. How could a man in his sixties look like a man in his thirties?
Therefore, Yang Ling quickly ruled out his possibility. The other six people's official positions were even lower. How could he find Li Fuda? It seemed that he could only get Feng Lei, who had seen Li Fuda, into the army and gather the senior generals to let him recognize him. That was the only way to lock onto the traitor, Li Fuda. However, what should they do next?
It was impossible to arrest him on the spot. Feng Lei's one-sided statement and the so-called unique martial arts could only be used in Jianghu, but it could only be used as evidence in the court as absurd. The final result was that he would be impeached and he would have to release Feng Lei. Moreover, he did not know how many of his accomplices were in the army. Doing so would definitely alert the enemy.
Yang Ling pondered for a long time, memorized the names, and then pulled the gauze over the lantern, took off the lampshade, and was about to burn the note. At this moment, Miao Kui walked in with a smile, holding a scroll in his hand.
The weather was already cold. As soon as the curtain was lifted, a gust of wind blew in. The candle on the table was about to be extinguished. Yang Ling quickly covered it with his hand and waited for him to enter. Only then did he put down his hand and naturally raised the paper to the candle. In the red flame, he smiled at Miao Kui and said: "How come Eunuch Miao has the time to visit at night?"
For the past few days, Miao Kui had been reading 'Xi Xiang' with great interest. Although he was a eunuch, he still had seven emotions and six desires. As he read 'Xi Xiang', he liked the enthusiasm of the little matchmaker and lamented the love between Zhang Sheng and Yingying. On the other hand, the Prime Minister's wife Zheng, who despised the poor and loved the rich, was scolded by him as he read and rubbed his palms together. If Madam Zheng was born in this era, he would definitely take her to the West Factory to punish her and help Zhang Sheng vent his anger.
That night, he was reading with great interest. Suddenly, he remembered that for the past two days, Yang Ling had been running around among the soldiers and bandits. Although Yang Ling had a secret mission and did not need him to show up, he, as the military supervisor, did not seem to care about him. Therefore, he came to greet him to show his concern.
He was reading 'Xi Xiang' and happened to see that Zhang Sheng had become the Zhuangyuan (Zhuangyuan) and was about to return to his hometown to marry Yingying. He was very happy. When he saw Yang Ling, he still had a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "We have nothing to do these past two days. The Duke has important matters to attend to, so we did not dare to disturb you. I wonder how is that matter going? Ever since you came to this well, you have not summoned the generals of the various armies. As time passes, I am afraid there will be people who will make irresponsible remarks. "
Yang Ling smiled. With a shake of his hand, he threw away the burnt paper and covered the lantern again. He stretched his body and said, "Hmm, it is time to see them. How about this, tomorrow I will send out an order for all the generals to meet me at the main camp at three quarters past seven in the morning. We will discuss the strategy to destroy the enemy together."
He thought to himself, "No matter what, let Feng Lei recognize the person first. We will be prepared in advance and then carefully think of a countermeasure. Tomorrow, I will inform Ying 'er to let Feng Lei go down the mountain. I will let him hide among the soldiers."
As he was thinking, he casually asked, "What is Eunuch Miao reading? Is it a military strategy? "
Hearing his question, Miao Kui beamed with joy and said, "Not at all, not at all. It is a common story called 'Romance of the Western Chamber'. It tells the story of a scholar and the daughter of the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty. Ha, ha, it is very interesting, very interesting."
Naturally Yang Ling knew about the Romance of the Western Chamber, but it was a bit funny for a eunuch to read a romance novel. Yang Ling could not restrain his laughter, but he did not want to embarrass Miao Kui. Hastily he covered his mouth and coughed. "Oh," he said, "I wish all the lovers in the world will find a happy ending. This' Romance of the Western Chamber 'wins the first prize in the world. It is indeed a good book."
Miao Kui felt as if he had met a friend. "That's right, that's right," he happily said, "It is indeed a good book. This Zhang Sheng is really infatuated with love. 'For ten years he did not know the emperor's face, only then did he believe that Chan Juan could solve the misunderstanding'. In order to see more beautiful women, he was not afraid of missing the exam date and stayed in the temple for a long time. It is also a match made in heaven. The traitor Sun Feihu surrounded the Pu Jiu Temple, wanting to take Yingying as his wife.
Ay, have you ever heard of this Pu Jiu Temple? This temple is right next to the city of Pu Zhou at the foot of the mountain when we were besieging the Zhongtiao Mountain. Ay, if I had read this book earlier, I would have gone on a tour. "
He heaved a long sigh of regret before continuing, "That Miss Yingying proposed five and three stratagems: the first stratagem was to offer her body to the thieves; the second stratagem was to offer her corpse to the thieves; the third stratagem was to choose whoever killed the thieves' army and was willing to form a Qin-Jin alliance with them. Miss Yingying is really extremely intelligent. When other people heard that the thieves were besieging the mountain, they were all panic-stricken. Only she was able to come up with such a brilliant stratagem. Because of this, the scholar Zhang Sheng was lured out … "
Miao Kui's eyebrows danced with joy as he talked. Yang Ling patiently listened to the eunuch's storytelling. With great difficulty Eunuch Miao had finished talking to his heart's content. Hugging his precious book, he took his leave. Yang Ling let out a bitter laugh and continued to think of a way to lure out Li Fuda's hidden forces.
"Ay! What stratagem should I use to get rid of Li Fuda's hidden forces in the army? Five means three stratagems. Miss Yingying's stratagem? Wonderful my ass. Isn't it just to kill oneself to preserve one's innocence, to give oneself to a thief to protect one's family, or to recruit talents at the last minute and find a brave man with a great reward? If my Yun 'er was here, she might really be able to come up with a few brilliant plans.
However, that Miss Yingying had a devastatingly beautiful appearance that could cause the downfall of a city and a state, Xizi's appearance was too real, perhaps it was true. Otherwise, the rebel army would not have left Mount Zhongtiao and deliberately went to Pu Jiu Temple to kidnap her. Ying 'er, I wonder how Ying' er compares to Ying 'er? Ten years of not seeing the Emperor's face, only then did I believe that Chan Juan can understand people wrongly. In this aspect, I can't compare to Zhang Sheng. Whether it's for the country or the people, I can't only remember my personal feelings. "
When a person is racking his brains for a solution to a problem, he is unable to find a solution even after racking his brains. But because his mind is full of this problem, he is occasionally able to think of a solution by analogy. This was the case for Yang Ling at this moment. The phrase "Ten years of not seeing the Emperor's face, only then did I believe that Chan Juan can understand people wrongly" was repeated twice in his mouth. Suddenly, a ray of inspiration was triggered in his mind. He immediately sat up straight and thought carefully.
After an unknown period of time, the candlelight crackled and the lights in the room flickered. The corners of Yang Ling's mouth also curled up into a trace of a sly smile …
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The various generals stood respectfully in the drill ground. Six phalanxes were formed by the bodyguards of Yang Ling and Miao Kui, as well as the garrison troops of Jingjing Inn. The bodyguards of the various generals remained outside the Yuan Gate and only the generals entered. Today was the first time Duke Wei made a public appearance since his arrival at Jingjing Inn. As usual, he was going to inspect the three armies and receive an audience from the various generals.
Li Fuda attentively observed the phalanxes and troops. He had already seen the garrison troops of Jingjing Inn and Miao Kui's bodyguards. What he was looking at now was the troop of three thousand people led by Yang Ling. Three thousand people, all wearing bright armors and neatly on their saddles. Three thousand people were light cavalry, while the one thousand people at the front were equipped with swords and shields. The one thousand people in the middle were armed with white waxen spears. The red tassels were like blood, and the spear tips were as bright as snow, reflecting the cold sunlight.
The last thousand people were armed with heavy iron sticks. These people were all burly and burly men with spear pouches on their backs. Each of them carried eight short javelins. It seemed that not only did they use heavy weapons, but the heavy throwing weapons in their pouches could also kill a large number of the charging soldiers of the other side. Although they did not wear heavy armors, their role was obviously similar to that of the heavy cavalry. Once the two armies faced each other, they should be responsible for breaking through in the center.
The warhorses under them and the soldiers on them stood there, and a chilling murderous aura shot up to the sky. Although it was something that could not be seen or touched, it did not mean that it did not exist.
This elite troop was transferred from the border army and had followed Yang Ling to the north and south. They were practically like the soldiers of his private guards. That kind of spirit was not something that the soldiers of the left and right phalanxes could compare to. Their bright yellow battle robes and the snow-white swan feathers on their tassel helmets all showed that they were different.
Li Fuda now had full control of his own equipment, so every time he saw Ming Destiny's army, he always wanted to compare the combat power of his ultimate enemy. In a situation where the strategy was right, and the two sides had equal strength, what was the chance of victory for his army? Although Yang Ling's personal soldiers were few, from their formation and morale, they were not a match for his fanatical believers.
Li Fuda pinched his chin and calculated: the combat power of the border army was far superior to that of the Jing Camp. The four outer armies were elites transferred from the border army, and Yang Ling's three thousand guards were elites selected from the elites. So this force did not mean anything. The most important thing was that I won the world with wisdom and skill. The army and horses were used as support, not pure force. This group of people was better than my Xiang army, but it was not a big deal.
In front of the stage, there were dozens of strong soldiers standing with spears, flags fluttering beside them. In the left back corner, there was a soldier. He was as strong as the other soldiers, wearing the same uniform and weapon. The big flag at the corner of the stage was blown up by the wind, making his figure indistinct.
As far as the eye could see, there was no difference between the soldiers on the drill ground and him. No one would notice an insignificant colonel standing at the corner of the drill ground. He was holding onto his spear, but his eyes were carefully searching through the generals who were reining in their horses and standing solemnly in front of the drill ground.
Of course, he paid most attention to the generals in regimental training uniforms. However, although he found the person who used the Iron Sleeve Skill, he did not find the other person who used the poison palm to injure him. According to Miss, the person who injured him was Li Fuda, the Leader of the Maitreya Sect. Was that person not in the army at all?
His forehead was almost dripping with sweat. His eyes swept from left to right. His eyes lit up and finally locked on to a person. Feng Lei saw him and hurriedly lowered his head, afraid of attracting his attention. However, the veins on his hand that was holding the spear were bulging. The muscles on his thighs were also tight. He lowered his head and stared at the tip of his feet. His feet were slightly apart. Due to the force of stepping on both sides, his boots were almost torn.
After a few heavy breaths, he regained his calmness. He slowly raised his head and looked straight ahead. However, the corner of his eyes never left Li Fuda.
Ascending the stage, naming the generals, lecturing, and inspecting the troops, Yang Ling was already familiar with all of this. At this moment, he was the star of the show. No one paid any attention to Feng Lei, who was standing in a corner below the stage. Liu Bang Chui walked leisurely below the stage. Occasionally, he would correct the standing posture of others and fix the slightly loose flags.
He stopped in front of Feng Lei. From afar, he saw Feng Lei holding onto the flagpole, stomping hard on the base of the flagpole a few times. Then, he walked away as if nothing had happened. The main character was still speaking on the stage, training the troops, encouraging the morale …
When the military parade was over, Yang Ling walked down the stage. The captain of the bodyguards, Liu Bang Chui, quickly walked over and whispered a few words to him. Then, Yang Ling waved his hand, as if giving an order. Liu Bang Chui immediately ran to the General Naming Stage and shouted, "The Duke has given the order. The military parade is over. All troops are to return to camp. Generals, please come to the Commander's tent for a talk."
Yang Ling smiled and nodded at all the officers and soldiers and the generals in front of the formation. When his gaze swept past the Commander of Taiyuan Guards, Zhang Yin, his heartbeat suddenly sped up. Hu Jinren's eyes suddenly shrank like the tip of a needle. He hastily shifted his gaze and continued to sweep his gaze across the others. However, his breathing was somewhat unsteady. "It's him?! The Commander of Taiyuan Guards, Zhang Yin! "
The sunlight seemed to be somewhat dazzling. Yang Ling's throat became dry. He then saw the Commander of the Regiment Drill, Jiang Nan Yan. "Fortunately, I did not act blindly without thinking. If I heard the news and went to the Regiment Drill Army to arrest him, Li Fuda, who was in Taiyuan Guards, would have escaped without a trace. The Regiment Drill Army is from the Maitreya Sect, and the Commander of Taiyuan Guards is the Maitreya Sect Leader. Heavens! In the end, how many more people are they hiding in the army?
Li Fuda had assumed the name of Zhang Yin and was in charge of the Shaanxi Military Department. He had also managed Taiyuan Guards for two years. In the end, how far did his tentacles extend? Which teams did he place his men in? He was strongly recommended by Marquis Wuding to take on this important position, and Taiyuan Guards was under Prince Jin's eyes. Is there a problem with Marquis Wuding? Is there a problem with Prince Jin?
Prince Jin controls the troops in Shanxi and controls the three Northwest and Northwest Princes. The Substitute Prince of Datong is under Prince Jin's control. Prince Jin has managed Shanxi for more than a hundred years and has deep roots. How can we underestimate him? As for Marquis Wuding, Guo Xun, his family has been in charge of the army for generations. Right now, he has a network of new generals. Guo family's strength in the army is even more profound. What's more frightening is that Guo Xun controls the most elite Shenji Battalion in the capital … "
The more Yang Ling thought about it, the more afraid he became. If it weren't for Li Fuda's son, Li Dayi, fighting with Red Lady and showing off his unique palm technique, if it weren't for him and Red Lady, the Green Forest's Big Boss, forming a strange fate, Li Fuda's secret would never be discovered. If he was allowed to painstakingly manage under the Son of Heaven's feet, in the capital, and make friends with so many princes and ministers, once his wings were fully grown and he suddenly launched an attack …
"High Duke?" Big Cudgel Liu came back.
Yang Ling nodded his head. While he was in front of him, he rubbed his pale and stiff face and put on a relaxed look. He took the reins of his horse from Big Cudgel Liu's hand, turned over and mounted the horse. He smiled at the generals and said: "Generals, please, I will talk about it in detail after we return to the camp."
"High Duke, please, Eunuch Miao, please." The generals quickly cupped their hands and surrounded them like stars surrounding the moon. After a few words of greeting, they asked the two officials to lead the way. They followed behind and went to Yang Ling's tent.
Li Fuda and Yang Ling have seen each other many times. Speaking of which, they were close to each other among the generals. But just now, there were so many people that it was not easy to make friends, so he also said a few polite words with everyone. At this time, the horse slowly followed behind Yang Ling, Eunuch Miao, and several deputy generals. Yang Ling only brought a few bodyguards with him. The rest of the people followed behind the generals.
Li Fuda looked left and right and suddenly turned his head. He saw more than a hundred bodyguards of Yang Ling following behind. He had just turned his head away indifferently when he suddenly felt something was strange. He suddenly turned his head back again and carefully looked at them. Only then did he lower his head and thought: Strange, there is nothing strange. Isn't it just a group of bodyguards on horseback? But … why do I feel something is not right?
There was a sharp turn on the relay road ahead. Li Fuda was able to observe Yang Ling's personal army from the corner of his eyes. He finally realized what was strange about it. Originally, the commander-in-chief was in front and this area belonged to the military camp. It could be said that they did not have to be on guard duty. They could easily ride their horses and relax their formation. But now, their situation was exactly the opposite.
Most of the bodyguards who were highly skilled in martial arts were holding their sabers in one hand and the reins in the other. They maintained a state of vigilance. Had they already formed a habit or were they on guard for someone?
When this question floated in his mind, he found that the group of bodyguards became more and more concentrated as they went towards the center. Moreover, the bodyguards in the middle did not hang their shields on the horse's hips as they normally did, but stuck to the side of the saddle. In this way, if they were suddenly attacked by arrows, they could immediately raise their shields in their hands and form a shield wall.
Who are they protecting? How can they maintain such vigilance in the military camp at all times? Even more so than protecting Yang Ling? Among that group of bodyguards … there must be … a very, very important person!
As soon as this thought surfaced in his mind, Li Fuda's gaze shot towards the center of the group of guards like an arrow. "Shua, shua, shua, shua." The horse moved forward. In front of the road, the lush and messy shrubs made one's eyes blur. Li Fuda gave up on the originally hopeless observation and rode the horse forward. He secretly had this doubt in his heart.
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"His Majesty has just ascended the throne and is striving for a new era. He is a wise ruler. It is time to get rid of the accumulated corruption in the court. It is time for everyone to be attentive. However, the White Bandits rebelled and harmed the six provinces. Twice they attacked the capital and twice they attacked Nanjing. The Emperor was furious and used the heavenly army to attack them.
Now, the White Bandits' rebellion is about to subside. The few thousand stubborn soldiers of Red Lady are the last force of the White Bandits. It is difficult to uphold the country's law by killing them in battle. It is best to capture their leader alive and escort him to the capital. We can punish him in the name of justice and warn the world. This is the Emperor's intention, so I have been holding back my troops. I want to consume the White Bandits' rations and combat power, hoping to achieve the Emperor's wish. "
Yang Ling randomly found an excuse to explain why he did not send troops to attack the mountain. He said, "According to my estimation, the White Bandits' rations and fodder should have been exhausted. Now they are eating wild beasts, weeds, and even killing horses for food. They can still last for a few more days. At this time, attacking the mountain is like a cornered beast fighting. It is inevitable that there will be many casualties. We can surround them for a few more days and slowly plan. Generals only need to abide by your duty, do not give the White Bandits an opportunity to break out of the encirclement, and then the mission will be considered accomplished. "
Yang Ling explained his strategic intention to all the generals. Only after he finished discussing official business did he offer them tea one by one. With a face full of smiles, he began to chat. More than an hour later, Liu Da Bang Chui rushed over and whispered something in his ear. Li Fuda pricked up his ears, but the two of them were talking in very low voices, other than a few simple syllables, he could not hear anything.
After listening to everything, Yang Ling stood up and said, "When I meet the generals, I should set up a banquet to entertain you all. It's just that you all came early in the morning, there is still a fierce tiger surrounding the mountain, I really do not dare to let the generals leave our camp. Generals, please go back. After we defeat the White Bandits and capture Red Lady alive, I will set up a celebratory banquet to ask His Majesty for all the generals' meritorious service. Ha ha ha."
Hearing this, the generals hastily stood up and cupped their fists with a smile on their faces. With a smile on his face, Yang Ling cupped his fists to send them off. Miao Kui, however, whispered something in his ear. Not knowing what urgent matter he had, he slipped away to the back first.
The generals cupped their fists again and again to ask Yang Ling to stay, and then they walked side by side with their friends. Naturally Jiang Nanyan went over to Li Fuda's side. Li Fuda was about to tell him about the strange things he saw today when suddenly he vaguely heard the sound of a zither. He immediately halted his steps and listened attentively.
The sun shone down from the sky, the air was fresh and fresh. Gusts of cool breeze faintly carried the sound of a zither. The direction of the zither came from the rear courtyard of Yang Ling's Temporary Quarters. The clanging sound of the zither was resounding and impassioned, full of heroic spirit. It was just that the person playing the zither seemed to be rather clumsy. Sometimes he would stammer and sometimes he would go out of tune.
Li Fuda was also proficient in zither music. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh. Just as he was about to walk away again, he suddenly felt that the tune was extremely unfamiliar. Even with his experience, he had never heard of it before. Moreover, the style of the tune was also very strange. Whether it was in the present or in the past, he seemed to have never heard of such a style of song. Only now did he realize that it wasn't that the person's zither skills were poor. It was likely that the person was composing a new song, which was why the tune was stammer and sometimes the tone changed.
"Daren, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Nanyan saw that he was staring at a corner of the sky in a daze and couldn't help but ask.
"Oh? Oh, there's someone playing the zither in the rear courtyard. The style of the song is very novel. I've never heard such a style of song before. "Li Fuda casually replied.
Jiang Nanyan chuckled, "In the Duke's Temporary Quarters, who dares to play the zither? How can one casually play and sing in the military camp? Could it be that this Duke has brought a woman into the camp? "
"Hmm? The style of the song is impassioned, bold and uninhibited. It's definitely not something that a woman can play. " Li Fuda casually said this, his eyes flashing. Jiang Nanyan's words had clearly made him suspicious.
The generals came to the front courtyard one after another. As soon as they walked out of the main gate, each of their personal guards brought their horses over. They invited the daren to mount the horses and leave. At this moment, they saw a group of donkey carts and mule carts arrive in front of the gate. The carts were carrying all kinds of things, big and small jars, rare birds and vegetables. The curtain of the last cart's sedan was lifted and a big fat man with a red face was helped down by the handlebars.
"Hey, you guys be a little gentler. Those household items are either made of porcelain or pottery. They can't be touched. Don't look unremarkable, but I, Qiu Yipin, rely on these treasures to make a living."
Another fat man, who was a size smaller than him, came out of the mansion to welcome him. With a face full of greed, he said, "Aiyo, Old Master Qiu is here. As long as you have a pair of hands, anything that comes out of your hands will make even the gods unable to walk away from it. All the famous chefs in the entire Zhen Ding Mansion are your disciples. You've returned to the mountains for many years. I really didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet you here. This is my good fortune. Please give me more advice. "
The big fat man snorted and let him be supported. The two fat men swayed into the courtyard like two mountains of meat. "Speaking of which, it's really your good fortune. I haven't personally cooked for a long time. This time, if it wasn't for the Duke who sent someone to invite me with a large sum of money, I would still be at home playing with my grandson …"
The two cooks boasted as they squeezed into the courtyard. Jiang Nanyan looked on coldly and said with a smile, "The last time we went to Datong and besieged Mount Donghua, I didn't see him make such a big scene. He specially invited the God of Cookery from the Zhen Ding Mansion to cook for him to suppress the bandits. Hehe, he's getting more and more ostentatious. Your Excellency, let's go. "
Li Fuda frowned and nodded. He turned over and mounted his horse to ride alongside Jiang Nanyan. The shadows of the trees by the side of the road danced and the sun shone intermittently. The doubts in his heart grew deeper and deeper: the strange behavior of Yang Ling's personal army during the military review, the strange sound of the zither in the courtyard behind the imperial envoy's temporary residence, the famous chef Qiu Yipin specially invited from the Zhen Ding Mansion, the Duke sending off the generals, and the eunuch Miao Kui rushing to the backyard …
The clouds of doubt gradually condensed into a sharp arrow, piercing through the thick fog and pointing at an unexpected target. Li Fuda suddenly pulled on the reins of his horse. The horse was not in a hurry, but he pulled on the reins too fast and too hard. The horse let out a long neigh and its front hooves stomped on the ground.
Jiang Nanyan was caught off guard. The war horse charged forward for two feet before stopping. He turned around and said, "Your Excellency?"
Li Fuda's expression was uncertain and his eyes flickered incessantly. "There's a person who likes to sneak out of home. He also likes to compose strange music. This person once disguised himself as a military officer and followed Yang Ling's personal army to the Datong Frontier Fortress to personally observe the enemy's battle. If Yang Ling's extravagance was not for himself but for him, then it's completely understandable. This person … could it be that he followed Yang Ling to Jingjing Inn?"
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