Hearing the word "Sent" in Xiao Yan's chest tightened and he almost jumped up from the soft couch.

This matter was the most humane thing he and Fang Teng who held back everyone. When it was late at night, they were worried about the most unhealthy way of future measures. Now they revealed it clearly from the old man's mouth.

In the tent, An An Jingjing could only hear Xiao Yan's breath that could not be curbed. The sweat on his face could not be resisted at this time, but Xiao Yan had never wiped it.

The old man looked up at the top of the tent with his head raised, and his voice was distant. When he continued to speak, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally he continued to speak slowly.

"………There are too few combat strengths in the Song Dynasty now...…There are too few...…As a few decades ago, only our Western Army was left. Now even the Western Army is old.

………The tens of thousands of men in Huanqing Army have been buried on the banks of the Gaoliang River. Now even Qin Feng Army is about to leave the Western Army. Once the generals are in charge of intrigue and scheming, they will naturally be less in fighting. Even if there are two armies of Jingyuan and Xihe, we two brothers are old and lack the commander's blood. The generals have their own thoughts and the soldiers are arrogant. Can the Western Army still fight hard and hard? Who can know? (Present in June

…………Your Shenwu Ever Victory Army is not easy to get, and success is probably lucky. But now there are so many thousands of elite cavalrymen, if there are police in the north in the future, the brigade of barbarian cavalry will go south, and the Song Dynasty will no longer have tens of thousands of elite cavalry to rely on in Hedong Camp, Hebei, a hundred years ago, and you can only rely on your Shenwu Ever Victory Army."

The more Lao Zhong spoke, the heavier the tone became. Xiao Yan also restrained all other thoughts and listened to Lao Zhong calmly.

"…………If the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army is handed over to the hands of the Third Yamen, even if you can walk in the Privy Council, the influence you will inevitably exert is limited. The Grand Marshal of the Third Yamen is already very tall, so he should just live by the mentality of not having any trouble. You cannot directly control the army. It is really unpredictable what the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army will be in the future... What's more, you may not enter the Privy Council and cannot even exert influence on the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army. It is much more important than you Xiao Yan."

He brought all kinds of people with him. The white-collar workers from the 21st century have plucked up their courage and survived several times to fight such an iron army, which is so famous. In the end, he said that he is far less important than the ever-winning army of Shenwu. Xiao Yan didn't know whether he should go to the corner of the tent to draw circles or cry three times. In the end, he could only touch his nose and say nothing.

The old man looked at Xiao Yan, as if he knew his thoughts, and smiled and said, "Youngsheng, this is not an effect of erasing you... but the Song Dynasty has no more white soldiers and Shengjie Army, and they have been tempered by someone in the midst of thousands of deaths. You must understand this point, besides the Western Army, the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army, which is already the most important treasure of the Song Dynasty's military and country, so the old man can only tell the truth. Xiao Xuanzan, may he pay attention to the old man's painstaking efforts?"

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and murmured: "You can understand, you can understand..."

Lao Zong ignored him and continued to say on his own: "......... Since the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army is so heavy, it cannot be handed over to the three yamen. It must be divided before returning to Bianliang, and put some of the people and horses outside, so that you, Xiao, can directly control it in your hands, continue to sharpen the generals and expand your strength. When dark clouds in the north are pouring in layers, this military horse can stand between heaven and earth under your command of Xiao Yan, and before the Hu cavalry rushing all over the mountains."

At this point, Lao Zong was also excited, his eyes wide open. Inside his old and faint eyes, there was a shiny light, as if the Hu Qi was rushing all over the mountains and fields a few years later. The beacons from north to south, and tens of thousands of Song Jian'er rushed forward without hesitation. When the old man's little vitality seemed to be burning at this moment, his eyes were bright, just looking at Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, if it were then, you wouldn't be as your words said. When the great Song Jianer stood in front when he needed to save Tianqing, if your heart was consistent, then my hard work would not be in vain. If you were not in line with your words, even if I had turned into dust at that time, I would not let you go even if I turned into a ghost."

Xiao Yan stood up solemnly and gave a deep gift to Lao Zong. He finally understood why Lao Zong had been helping him like this, and he was not willing to hold on to the end. Xiao Yan was the only one who was Xiao Yan. Although he smiled and his six white teeth were so cute. Lao Zong did it for the sake of his always-winning army.

Xiao Yan, a civil servant and military general of the Song Dynasty, has seen many people. He either only knows how to fight for power or has no feelings for the crisis in the future. He has to do so many things in these four years. Sometimes he wants to grab the ears of the people who pull their back legs and shout at them: "Do you know that in four years, all the products of the peak of civilization you enjoy in the Song Dynasty will be destroyed in four years. I finally made up my mind to see if I can recover the collapse of the sky and the earth, and it will be vain for a time travel. I killed people, and I was beaten like a dog. I was bumped on the horse's back, and my white and tender thighs were all called out. I am still a virgin in this era. You don't work by yourself, so I don't have to cause trouble for me. Will you die?"

There are only old seeds, only old seeds. This old man who has not been around for many days has seen all this clearly and seems to understand his own thoughts. He has been the only one who supports him since he traveled through time for a year.

While moved, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh. The Song Dynasty has raised scholars for more than a hundred years. But at this moment, is it only her time traveler, and the old man who is about to die, who thinks about how to avoid the demise of the Song Dynasty in the future? What happened to the Taoist masters in this era? It made the Han civilization suddenly fall from its peak. Until a thousand years later, generations of ambitious people would do everything to make this civilization return to where she should have been.

After the gift, Xiao Yan did not say anything polite, but asked in a deep voice: "Old Master, how can this be done by tying his strength?"

The old generation stared at Xiao Yan, and Xiao Yan looked at him in a normal way, and he had never had any concessions. After a while, the old generation nodded and smiled faintly: "......... You and the boy from the Fang family have also discussed a lot. You are not a person who is stable... You have to share your strength. In the eyes of the old man, there are only two important places. Tanzhou, Yan is almost the one that you and the boy from the Fang family have firmly controlled it. Even if the court sent this civil officials here, they may not be able to effectively control the four places in this chaotic place for a while. Tanzhou, such as the neighboring place, are only afraid of a year or two

There may not be any magistrates in the country to take office. As long as there is no big trouble for a while, the court probably doesn’t even think about Danzhou. You can send a group of people to control this place. You can train the powerful Yan lands with troops. Once the Jurchens do anything, this place is also the best warning place... What’s more, Danzhou is close to the border, and horses can be sold. Horses in the Song Dynasty are expensive. I’m afraid that you, the person who returns to the south, will be able to imagine how you are willing to abandon such great fortune? If you hadn’t already grabbed Danzhou, the old man would have to send some people to stay here and not leave."

The last sentence is almost a joke. The Jingyuan Army and even the Western Army are all thinking about going home. The Western Army is already rich in supply and can also sell horses from Xixia in Shaanxi. A group of military generals have no interest in facing the nose of the Jurchens, so it is better to go back and continue to be neighbors with the already weak Xixia people.

It was also the consensus between Xiao Yan and Fang Teng that Tanzhou could not let go. However, he thought that he could train powerful people and strengthen his troops, and at the same time as a warning for the Jurchen soldiers. He really didn't expect to go to the horse sales level. When the old generation mentioned it, Xiao Yan felt that golden light flashed in front of his eyes. At this time, even if ten thousand Jurchen cavalry suddenly headed south, he would have to use his breasts to dominate this Danzhou and not leave.

He gritted his teeth in his heart, Xiao Yan still had a calm expression on his face and asked lightly: "The old husband.........there is another important place, and where is it?"

The old generation did not hide his own personal feelings, and replied with a smile: "Isn't it just in Baigou Henan, where the border between Song and Liao was located that day? The Yan land was not divided into strength, and the distance was too far. Once it changed, it would be difficult to control it. Even if the person who was left in Yan land was a confidant, how could you take it into consideration for a while? The farther the superiors were away, the more likely they would be to shake their loyalty. This is an eternal truth... So we must set up a military horse in Baigou Henan and the border between Song and Liao, and one was used as a sub-district military horse in Tanzhou to respond to the rear hall. Secondly, it was a shock to the military horses in Tanzhou. I think it was also a matter of your calculations with the Fang family boy?"

Xiao Yan and Fang Teng did think of it, but compared to the old generation who had been in the high position of the Western Army for thirty years, the gains and losses were never as clear as the old generation. His intelligence was definitely not worse than the old generation. His extensive knowledge was definitely more important than the old generation. What was not as good as him was his experience of ups and downs in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty and his grasp of the hearts of the people of this era. What was not as good as him was his experience of ups and downs in the Song Dynasty officialdom and his grasp of the hearts of the people of this era.

For a moment, all Xiao Yan was admiring and could only nod his head silently. If the old man hadn't been really old and sick and had no energy, how could Tong Guan keep suppressing in real history? He traveled through time and changed the general trend slightly. The old man would have wisely intervened, leveraged his power, and used his own hands to overturn Tong Guan and preserve the strength of the Western Army. This old man was really the only old fox he had seen in his life.

The old generation seemed to have no concern about what Xiao Yan was thinking now, and continued to slowly say downwards: "…………………………Baigou Henan has always been in the Song Dynasty, and is under the jurisdiction of local officials. There is no larger place that cannot accommodate the troops. Over the years, the two sides of the Baigou River have been destroyed, and the four people have run around and abandoned countless fields. Now it is a very cheap thing to set up a farm...………The customs of the border areas have always been tough, and even local officials will not care about this farm for a while... Besides, buying the farm is a property. As for how much business is done and how much growth can be, it depends on your ability to grow. You can't be on this, and the old man will still help you?"

Xiao Yan has no idea how many times he has stood up and bowed deeply: "The old master's teachings, I will never forget that I will never forget that I can gain a foothold in the Song Dynasty and even make progress. In the future, the Western Army will definitely be thorough. In the future, if the Hu Qi invades the south and is at the forefront, he will naturally be the younger generation."

The old generation finally finished entrusting Xiao Yan, and at this moment, all his energy seemed to be exhausted. He leaned against the couch, and only a layer of sickly blue and red appeared on his face. The bright eyes just now disappeared, and there was only a faint flash of light.

He calmly received Xiao Yan's gift and smiled and said, "I hope that's what the old man can do. All he can do is do.

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Money, Privy Council, and charming, and send them separately.

As a minister today, Lao Zong entrusted all the things he could say and could not say to Xiao Yan. Although Xiao Yan already understood what Lao Zong's mentality was, he still heard it all over his back. The deep trust and the heavy entrusting were the same, and it would be difficult to understand the heavy pressure if he had not been there.

As a military minister of the Song Dynasty for decades, Lao Zong has been on the forefront and is still in charge of the last field group of the Song Dynasty. Compared with other high-powered civil servants and sects, his eyes are not limited to the small inch of Bianliang, but he sees farther and deeper. When the old general dies, he has seen everything he has struggled for the past few decades very lightly, and finally he is thinking about the Song Dynasty Jiangshan.

I don’t know how many people have been promoted in my life, but this last and the most heavy blue eye was added to Xiao Yan, a time traveler.

And can I take on this burden?

No matter what I think, it's useless. Anyway, I have already picked up this burden and put it on my shoulders.

Xiao Yan and Lao Zong looked at each other speechlessly, both with a silent and plain expression. Xiao Yan was not a disciple of Lao Zong. In the future, the path they took was not apart from the Western Army, except for the cooperation of the Western Army, and the rest of the two would never be in harmony. Xiao Yan might soar into the sky, or fail miserably. The Lao Zong would maintain the situation of the Western Army, and would not show any lightning, quietly wait for his last bit to finish the years in this world. One old and one young man were still thousands of years away. This time was just in this end of the world, where the storm and clouds came to a place.

…………Your Shenwu Ever Victory Army is not easy to get, and success is probably lucky. But now there are so many thousands of elite cavalrymen, if there are police in the north in the future, the brigade of barbarian cavalry will go south, and the Song Dynasty will no longer have tens of thousands of elite cavalry to rely on in Hedong Camp, Hebei, a hundred years ago, and you can only rely on your Shenwu Ever Victory Army."

The more Lao Zhong spoke, the heavier the tone became. Xiao Yan also restrained all other thoughts and listened to Lao Zhong calmly.

"…………If the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army is handed over to the hands of the Third Yamen, even if you can walk in the Privy Council, the influence you will inevitably exert is limited. The Grand Marshal of the Third Yamen is already very tall, so he should just live by the mentality of not having any trouble. You cannot directly control the army. It is really unpredictable what the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army will be in the future... What's more, you may not enter the Privy Council and cannot even exert influence on the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army. It is much more important than you Xiao Yan."

He brought all kinds of people with him. The white-collar workers from the 21st century have plucked up their courage and survived several times to fight such an iron army, which is so famous. In the end, he said that he is far less important than the ever-winning army of Shenwu. Xiao Yan didn't know whether he should go to the corner of the tent to draw circles or cry three times. In the end, he could only touch his nose and say nothing.

The old man looked at Xiao Yan, as if he knew his thoughts, and smiled and said, "Youngsheng, this is not an effect of erasing you... but the Song Dynasty has no more white soldiers and Shengjie Army, and they have been tempered by someone in the midst of thousands of deaths. You must understand this point, besides the Western Army, the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army, which is already the most important treasure of the Song Dynasty's military and country, so the old man can only tell the truth. Xiao Xuanzan, may he pay attention to the old man's painstaking efforts?"

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and murmured: "You can understand, you can understand..."

Lao Zong ignored him and continued to say on his own: "......... Since the Shenwu Eternal Victory Army is so heavy, it cannot be handed over to the three yamen. It must be divided before returning to Bianliang, and put some of the people and horses outside, so that you, Xiao, can directly control it in your hands, continue to sharpen the generals and expand your strength. When dark clouds in the north are pouring in layers, this military horse can stand between heaven and earth under your command of Xiao Yan, and before the Hu cavalry rushing all over the mountains."

At this point, Lao Zong was also excited, his eyes wide open. Inside his old and faint eyes, there was a shiny light, as if the Hu Qi was rushing all over the mountains and fields a few years later. The beacons from north to south, and tens of thousands of Song Jian'er rushed forward without hesitation. When the old man's little vitality seemed to be burning at this moment, his eyes were bright, just looking at Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, if it were then, you wouldn't be as your words said. When the great Song Jianer stood in front when he needed to save Tianqing, if your heart was consistent, then my hard work would not be in vain. If you were not in line with your words, even if I had turned into dust at that time, I would not let you go even if I turned into a ghost."

Xiao Yan stood up solemnly and gave a deep gift to Lao Zong. He finally understood why Lao Zong had been helping him like this, and he was not willing to hold on to the end. Xiao Yan was the only one who was Xiao Yan. Although he smiled and his six white teeth were so cute. Lao Zong did it for the sake of his always-winning army.

Xiao Yan, a civil servant and military general of the Song Dynasty, has seen many people. He either only knows how to fight for power or has no feelings for the crisis in the future. He has to do so many things in these four years. Sometimes he wants to grab the ears of the people who pull their back legs and shout at them: "Do you know that in four years, all the products of the peak of civilization you enjoy in the Song Dynasty will be destroyed in four years. I finally made up my mind to see if I can recover the collapse of the sky and the earth, and it will be vain for a time travel. I killed people, and I was beaten like a dog. I was bumped on the horse's back, and my white and tender thighs were all called out. I am still a virgin in this era. You don't work by yourself, so I don't have to cause trouble for me. Will you die?"

There are only old seeds, only old seeds. This old man who has not been around for many days has seen all this clearly and seems to understand his own thoughts. He has been the only one who supports him since he traveled through time for a year.

While moved, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh. The Song Dynasty has raised scholars for more than a hundred years. But at this moment, is it only her time traveler, and the old man who is about to die, who thinks about how to avoid the demise of the Song Dynasty in the future? What happened to the Taoist masters in this era? It made the Han civilization suddenly fall from its peak. Until a thousand years later, generations of ambitious people would do everything to make this civilization return to where she should have been.

After the gift, Xiao Yan did not say anything polite, but asked in a deep voice: "Old Master, how can this be done by tying his strength?"

The old generation stared at Xiao Yan, and Xiao Yan looked at him in a normal way, and he had never had any concessions. After a while, the old generation nodded and smiled faintly: "......... You and the boy from the Fang family have also discussed a lot. You are not a person who is stable... You have to share your strength. In the eyes of the old man, there are only two important places. Tanzhou, Yan is almost the one that you and the boy from the Fang family have firmly controlled it. Even if the court sent this civil officials here, they may not be able to effectively control the four places in this chaotic place for a while. Tanzhou, such as the neighboring place, are only afraid of a year or two

There may not be any magistrates in the country to take office. As long as there is no big trouble for a while, the court probably doesn’t even think about Danzhou. You can send a group of people to control this place. You can train the powerful Yan lands with troops. Once the Jurchens do anything, this place is also the best warning place... What’s more, Danzhou is close to the border, and horses can be sold. Horses in the Song Dynasty are expensive. I’m afraid that you, the person who returns to the south, will be able to imagine how you are willing to abandon such great fortune? If you hadn’t already grabbed Danzhou, the old man would have to send some people to stay here and not leave."

The last sentence is almost a joke. The Jingyuan Army and even the Western Army are all thinking about going home. The Western Army is already rich in supply and can also sell horses from Xixia in Shaanxi. A group of military generals have no interest in facing the nose of the Jurchens, so it is better to go back and continue to be neighbors with the already weak Xixia people.

It was also the consensus between Xiao Yan and Fang Teng that Tanzhou could not let go. However, he thought that he could train powerful people and strengthen his troops, and at the same time as a warning for the Jurchen soldiers. He really didn't expect to go to the horse sales level. When the old generation mentioned it, Xiao Yan felt that golden light flashed in front of his eyes. At this time, even if ten thousand Jurchen cavalry suddenly headed south, he would have to use his breasts to dominate this Danzhou and not leave.

He gritted his teeth in his heart, Xiao Yan still had a calm expression on his face and asked lightly: "The old husband.........there is another important place, and where is it?"

The old generation did not hide his own personal feelings, and replied with a smile: "Isn't it just in Baigou Henan, where the border between Song and Liao was located that day? The Yan land was not divided into strength, and the distance was too far. Once it changed, it would be difficult to control it. Even if the person who was left in Yan land was a confidant, how could you take it into consideration for a while? The farther the superiors were away, the more likely they would be to shake their loyalty. This is an eternal truth... So we must set up a military horse in Baigou Henan and the border between Song and Liao, and one was used as a sub-district military horse in Tanzhou to respond to the rear hall. Secondly, it was a shock to the military horses in Tanzhou. I think it was also a matter of your calculations with the Fang family boy?"

Xiao Yan and Fang Teng did think of it, but compared to the old generation who had been in the high position of the Western Army for thirty years, the gains and losses were never as clear as the old generation. His intelligence was definitely not worse than the old generation. His extensive knowledge was definitely more important than the old generation. What was not as good as him was his experience of ups and downs in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty and his grasp of the hearts of the people of this era. What was not as good as him was his experience of ups and downs in the Song Dynasty officialdom and his grasp of the hearts of the people of this era.

For a moment, all Xiao Yan was admiring and could only nod his head silently. If the old man hadn't been really old and sick and had no energy, how could Tong Guan keep suppressing in real history? He traveled through time and changed the general trend slightly. The old man would have wisely intervened, leveraged his power, and used his own hands to overturn Tong Guan and preserve the strength of the Western Army. This old man was really the only old fox he had seen in his life.

The old generation seemed to have no concern about what Xiao Yan was thinking now, and continued to slowly say downwards: "…………………………Baigou Henan has always been in the Song Dynasty, and is under the jurisdiction of local officials. There is no larger place that cannot accommodate the troops. Over the years, the two sides of the Baigou River have been destroyed, and the four people have run around and abandoned countless fields. Now it is a very cheap thing to set up a farm...………The customs of the border areas have always been tough, and even local officials will not care about this farm for a while... Besides, buying the farm is a property. As for how much business is done and how much growth can be, it depends on your ability to grow. You can't be on this, and the old man will still help you?"

Xiao Yan has no idea how many times he has stood up and bowed deeply: "The old master's teachings, I will never forget that I will never forget that I can gain a foothold in the Song Dynasty and even make progress. In the future, the Western Army will definitely be thorough. In the future, if the Hu Qi invades the south and is at the forefront, he will naturally be the younger generation."

The old generation finally finished entrusting Xiao Yan, and at this moment, all his energy seemed to be exhausted. He leaned against the couch, and only a layer of sickly blue and red appeared on his face. The bright eyes just now disappeared, and there was only a faint flash of light.

He calmly received Xiao Yan's gift and smiled and said, "I hope that's what the old man can do. All he can do is do.

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Money, Privy Council, and charming, and send them separately.

As a minister today, Lao Zong entrusted all the things he could say and could not say to Xiao Yan. Although Xiao Yan already understood what Lao Zong's mentality was, he still heard it all over his back. The deep trust and the heavy entrusting were the same, and it would be difficult to understand the heavy pressure if he had not been there.

As a military minister of the Song Dynasty for decades, Lao Zong has been on the forefront and is still in charge of the last field group of the Song Dynasty. Compared with other high-powered civil servants and sects, his eyes are not limited to the small inch of Bianliang, but he sees farther and deeper. When the old general dies, he has seen everything he has struggled for the past few decades very lightly, and finally he is thinking about the Song Dynasty Jiangshan.

I don’t know how many people have been promoted in my life, but this last and the most heavy blue eye was added to Xiao Yan, a time traveler.

And can I take on this burden?

No matter what I think, it's useless. Anyway, I have already picked up this burden and put it on my shoulders.

Xiao Yan and Lao Zong looked at each other speechlessly, both with a silent and plain expression. Xiao Yan was not a disciple of Lao Zong. In the future, the path they took was not apart from the Western Army, except for the cooperation of the Western Army, and the rest of the two would never be in harmony. Xiao Yan might soar into the sky, or fail miserably. The Lao Zong would maintain the situation of the Western Army, and would not show any lightning, quietly wait for his last bit to finish the years in this world. One old and one young man were still thousands of years away. This time was just in this end of the world, where the storm and clouds came to a place.

At the end, the old and the young smiled and bowed to each other and left.

"Old-Graduate, Xiao, but he has a future, he will never forget the old-Graduate's suggestions today."

"Young people, I'm afraid the old man will not see your future. I hope you will not let down the old man's efforts in this future, not let down the Song Dynasty, and not let down the billions of creatures."

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In the ruined palace of Emperor Tianci of Northern Liao in Yanjing City, the hall was also sorted out at this time. Everything around was tidy. On the open space of the hall, the civil and military officials were also clearly marked. At this moment, there were a lot of martial officials in the hall. All the military officials were wearing robes, and their gauze hats and short wings were swaying in pairs.

From the old army to the west, the three generals of Qin and Fengxihe in Jingyuan, Jingyuan, stood neatly and solemnly according to the class they carried, waiting there.

The Song Dynasty was the left and right military officials, and there were a lot fewer civil officials on the left, but only a few dozen people. In addition to the officials who went to the Western Army to fight, the ambassadors of the Hebei Transportation Army who had not had time to break out of Yanjing City that day, and the small officials from the eighth to the bottom were much thinner than the large number of military officials there.

Xiao Yan was the official rank of the seventh-rank official of the Ministry of War. In the Song Dynasty, the seventh-rank civil servant was not considered a minor official. What's more, there were no official officials in Yanjing City. At this time, he was wearing a green robe and a long-winged gauze hat, standing solemnly at the head of the civil servants. His height of 178, although he was tempered by the weather, he was still a fair-faced face. He fought for more than a year, making him look symmetrical and strong. He really had a kind of unrestrained demeanor when he stood in front of him. He was like a five thousand tiger and wolf, who killed him from south to north, from east to west in Yan. The horse's hooves were facing, and the fierce commander rolling down was more than tens of thousands of fierce commanders.

Even Yao Gu, who stood behind the old man in the military officials, looked at Xiao Yan's figure from time to time. He couldn't help but admire him. The four words "School and the civil and military officials" were really designed for Xiao Yan. Compared with Xiao Ba, the martial arts ministers, Qiu Ba and Xiao Yan, were not as good as those of the literary squad. Xiao Yan Nangui got a civil and cultural squad, and his demeanor seemed even worse than those of the officials who liked handsome and elegant ministers. When his husband came to Wang Fu, he was like this. Xiao Yan was so good-looking. If he could do something, he still didn't know what he would be like in the future. He rode a horse and fought a war. Thousands of people from all over the world came to him for a year, seized Zhuoyi and defeated the Liao army, killed Xiao Gan to Yanjing, and drove the Jurchen out of the Great Wall. He destroyed hundreds of thousands of chaotic troops in the last day and night, and got Yelu's big stone.

Such a person, at this time when the literary and military play in the Song Dynasty, looked so dazzling and outstanding, and was extremely beautiful.

But what? The waters in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty were very deep, and the waters in Bianliang were even more unfathomable. You Xiao Yan would wait slowly when you go there......... It depends on how you will in the future

Yao Gu thought of this and snorted coldly. Maybe Xiao Yan's sincere and sincere look was quietly waiting, and his appearance as a famous minister in the Song Dynasty finally stimulated him. Yao Gu cursed Xiao Yan in his heart and said nothing to look at him again. He looked at the old man who looked old and could not stand straight.

Yesterday, the old generation welcomed Xiao Yan and discussed in the left tent of Dao for a long time. No one knew what they said. Finally, they made the tent, and both of them said nothing. After waiting for the angel of the inner official in Bianliang to arrive, they carried the angel into Yanjing City and sent it to the lower place, and then they dispersed. Everyone was full of doubts.

What Yao Gu was most worried about was the agreement between Lao Zhong and Xiao Yan, joining forces to deal with him, and even taking over his Qin Feng army. Later, he thought it was impossible. The Western Army has always been the leader of the indigenous generals for generations, and it has been almost a hundred years. Lao Zhong and Yao Gu are nothing, but the meat is still rotten in their own pot. If Lao Zhong leads an outsider to seize his Qin Feng army, he is afraid that the Jingyuan army and Xihe army under Lao Zhong Xiao Zhong will have a riot. This is the case with the Western Army generals and outsiders. How many children do you have for generations of generals, what will you eat in the future?
To be continued...