Yang Xuan swore that he had smoked at that time, and the second-level breath that had not bubbled up for many years came out.

At that moment, he thought of Zhang Fei's decisive drink on the Changban slope and drove off Cao's army.

What a famous scene!

With an army of tens of thousands, he was much richer than Zhang Fei at that time.

With a decisive drink, Governor Helian retreated.

As for Puxiang City, to be honest, Yang Xuan felt that once Shang Guo left, he could hold on for at least a quarter of an hour.

The superiors can hit the mark at random, but in the hearts of their subordinates they are magnified and elevated.

Yang Xuan was wondering whether every word he said in the future would be pondered over and over again by future generations. Just like the words of a sage, they would be misinterpreted, misunderstood and analyzed deliberately.

grass!

No wonder the sage said that a thousand words are worth less than a moment of silence.

"The Duke's art of war is everywhere!"

Faced with the praise from his subordinates, Yang Xuan chose to remain silent.

humble!

No fuss!

Your Majesty, you are magnanimous!

The Northern Xinjiang Army, which had escaped the disaster, burst out with great enthusiasm.

"Reject or not!"

The death camp approached the city.

No rain of arrows.

Suo Yun said with a ferocious smile: "Attack the city!"

call!

A wooden ladder was set up at the top of the city, and someone was raising their hands at the top of the city.

"It's surrendered! I'm waiting for it!"

Ran Jin was tied up at the moment, sitting there with his back to the city, smiling bitterly: "I don't want to surrender, but I can't drag you to die. That's all."

The city gate opened wide and the cavalry rushed in.

After cleaning up later, Yang Xuan entered the city.

Hanjin people prepared a welcome ceremony.

“Be enthusiastic!”

The sergeants were instructed to create an atmosphere in which the people warmly welcomed Master Wang.

So the people were driven out of their homes and greeted the Duke of Qin with a smile.

"Something fake!"

Yang Xuan was not a fool who was better than the women in the deep palace. When he saw the common people laughing and trembling, he knew that this was a trick.

"Who did it?"

"Old man!" Han Ji whispered: "My lord, at this point, the lord not only wants merit and territory, but also needs to support his family!"

The so-called raising hope means accumulating reputation.

In another world, Sima Guang was dissatisfied with the New Deal, but could not defeat Wang Anshi, so he packed up and went to Luoyang to repair.

I feel sick just looking at you Wang Anshi!

Out of sight, out of mind!

But what I didn't expect was that he practiced so hard and survived until the day the New Deal failed.

Later generations say that Sima Guang was just lucky, but you have to look at what he cultivated.

A general guide to governance!

This is a masterpiece with a strong political flavor.

This is not practicing cultivation, but constantly expressing one's political opinions to the outside world!

Therefore, when Wang Anshi fell, the opposition first thought of his brother.

Therefore, Sima Guang returned home as expected.

Yang Xuan is not Sima Guang. He has great military exploits and a distinguished background.

But in Han Ji's opinion, it was a bit uninteresting.

"The world is always picky. When that day comes, the world will only talk about the Duke's illustrious military exploits and distinguished family background, but he lacks the appearance of a king. It is not enough!"

Han Ji shook his head.

Yang Xuan pointed to the common people who were showing off their acting skills, "But this doesn't look like them either!"

Han Ji's face turned red.

"Duke!"

At this moment, a woman screamed in the front left, and her voice was so excited that it reminded Yang Xuan of fans in another world.

When everyone looked around, they saw a woman dancing and shouting joyfully, "My lord, I have finally found my lord. My lord, I am willing to go to Northern Xinjiang!"

Well!

Yang Xuan swears that this acting skill is even better than that of the movie queen in the reel.

Look at that trembling body, every cell seems to be interpreting the owner's joy.

Look at those tears, falling with joy and not even bothering to wipe them.

Tsk tsk!

"Old Han, that's good!" Yang Xuan praised.

"I didn't make any arrangements!" Han Ji was stunned, and then said: "My lord, what a great opportunity!"

Of course Yang Xuan knew this was a good opportunity, so he dismounted and walked over.

The woman knelt down excitedly.

"I've met the Duke!"

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Get up!"

The woman stood up and Yang Xuan asked, "Why do you want to go to Northern Xinjiang?"

Han Ji smiled at the side and whispered to an accompanying clerk: "Go and check on this woman and her family immediately. If there is nothing suspicious, treat her favorably!"

"yes!"

Naturally, there is no need for Yang Guogong to deal with such trivial matters. He only needs to show his closeness to the people.

"I don't know, Duke, that the officials in Northern Liao are terrible. They have the final say on how to collect taxes. What they say about laws is the law. The slave family is living in unspeakable misery. I heard the merchants say that Northern Xinjiang is

Taxes there are light and the officials are honest."

Just for this?

Yang Xuan was thinking about the impact of taxation and officialdom on people's hearts.

The woman continued: "After Longhua Prefecture was lost, I was thinking that I might not be able to survive in the Liao Dynasty. Northern Xinjiang is so powerful and the Duke is so young. The good days of Northern Xinjiang are still to come.

!”

There is also a sense of security!

Yang Xuan nodded secretly.

The woman said in shock: "My lord, don't blame me for being shameless. I originally wanted to be loyal to Daliao, no, it was Beilio." She twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, "Every time I was bullied by those officials, I became cruel.

I thought that this Bei Liao man was not worthy of the slave's loyalty, but later he regretted it. He did this several times, and after many years, the slave became desperate."

The hearts and minds of the people are never destroyed at once!

Yang Xuan wrote it down.

He nodded, "I then went to Northern Xinjiang and lived a good life."

"Thank you, Lord!"

The woman knelt down again, unable to pull herself up.

Yang Xuan continued to move forward.

The woman's husband sneered, "It's useless to talk about it!"

The woman looked at him and said, "Husband, don't you want to go to Northern Xinjiang?"

The man shook his head silently.
To be continued...