On the table were a bunch of oiled steamed buns and several pieces of air-dried mutton.
Zhang Jue didn't take the chopsticks. He held the steamed bun in his hand and ate it one by one with mare's milk. He wiped his mouth and said, "I think you fell into trouble this time. You came here to try to recruit Yang Dayuan, but the smell spread all over your body."
If you go out, who will be willing to submit to you?"
"Why do you think I'm at a loss?" Li Xia asked back, "You're talking as if Yang Dayuan is a general under my command. It's clear that the enemy's marshal is dead."
Seeing that he had finished a bowl of mare's milk, Zhang Jue pushed the clay pot of mare's milk on the table and said, "Yang Dayuan might have surrendered, but he died. You ruined your reputation. Wouldn't it be a huge loss?"
"Is that what you calculated?"
"Otherwise? If you don't make a profit, you will lose." Zhang Jue said: "Have you thought about how to clear your reputation?"
"It's not a stigma. And there's no need to defend yourself against the enemy."
"You just gave up trying to rebel against the Yang family?"
Li Xia didn't say yes or no, but only replied: "It was originally a test. Now that I have passed the test, the fact that the other party can kill people shows that Kublai Khan has given great benefits."
"But Kublai Khan just lost a battle."
"His strength is still there and he is stronger than us."
"But he is a foreigner."
"Yang Dayuan still has feelings and is willing to talk to us, but he is dead." Li Xia said: "There is nothing to talk about with others. In the power arena, everything is just justice and all actions are interests."
Zhang Jue thought deeply and said: "Even so, you finally came here and left in despair?"
"Otherwise? Do you want to take advantage of the leaderless situation on the other side and start a fight?"
"Ha, you can see it. Since you are planning to argue with the opponent, how about a fight? If you want to win people's hearts, what can you do without showing off your power?"
Li Xia showed no airs to Zhang Jue. He picked up the last oily steamed bun under the table and wrapped it with dried mutton. He looked thoughtful in his eyes but his attitude was very casual and said: "You are the coach, you arrange..."
~~
Semen Village.
Since the generals were willing to accept Yang Wen'an as their commander-in-chief, and Xu Heng obeyed the military will, they prepared to petition him for a title. At the same time, he handed over Yang Dayuan's Golden Tiger Talisman to Yang Wen'an.
With such a mature and prudent person in charge, there was no chance for people to express their opinions. The transition of military power was completed less than one day after Yang Dayuan's sudden death.
By the time Yang Daqiu reacted, Yang Wen'an was holding the Golden Tiger Talisman and ordering the generals under the Highness.
"When the dynasty is established, I will inherit my uncle's legacy and do my best to assist His Majesty in unifying the world. I ask you all to build a great reputation and create a grand event for the founding of the country. In the future, the glory will spread, the wealth will continue, and the loyalty will be passed down to the leaves, shining brightly in the sky.
Qingshi..."
Yang Daqi stood under the general stage, looking at his heroic nephew standing on the stage to win people's hearts, his face became more and more gloomy.
Fortunately, Xu Heng acted thoughtfully and did not forget to appease Yang Dajie, and specially invited him to have a private conversation.
"In the past, there were few fights for power in the family of nobles. Do you know why, Deputy Commander Yang? Because the great Mongolian country attaches great importance to military achievements. As long as you fight bravely, your majesty will never be stingy with rewards..."
Xu Heng said, also thinking about the situation in his mind.
Originally, after the Li Fen Rebellion was put down, it was time to begin to take over the power of the princes. This was done in a cyclical and gradual manner, while fighting the war, while promoting the sons of the princes who were loyal and easy to control, and replacing those with complex thoughts.
However, failing to defeat Li Xia was an accident.
This makes some people who should be replaced feel lucky.
The situation then became more delicate, so he was needed to appease Yang Dacheng.
In short, tell Yang Dacheng that since his talents are not as good as those of his nephew, he should put down his face and help his nephew with peace of mind, and he will still have a rich and prosperous future in the future.
At this point, Yang Dacheng has no choice but to accept it even though he is depressed.
He was not in the mood to go to Yang Dayuan's mourning hall and listen to people crying, so he took a jar of wine and went to the city to drink it.
…
While he was drinking, he saw his trusted general Zhong Jie stepping forward and calling softly: "Deputy Commander."
"I know." Yang Daqi murmured: "My second brother is in mourning, so I shouldn't drink, but... I feel sad in my heart."
"Deputy Commander, I want to say that I picked this up at the top of the city..."
Those are some notes.
Yang Dajie took it and looked at it, and saw that the first one said "Yang Wen'an is the one who killed Yang Dayuan."
He couldn't help but be stunned and asked: "It was shot from the opposite side?"
"Yes, I ejaculated a lot."
Yang Daqi shook his head and said: "This is a trick of the Song people. You can't fall into it."
With such words in his mouth, Yang Dajie looked at the next picture.
"Everyone saw with their own eyes that arrows came out from the north bank."
If he hadn't seen this note, Yang Dacheng might have lowered his profile as Xu Heng advised, and started to help his nephew after he sobered up tomorrow.
At this time, the little emotion in my heart that had just settled was stirred up again.
He repeated: "This is a trick of the Song people."
Having said that, he turned his head and glanced at Zhong Jie, gesturing for him to continue speaking.
"Deputy Marshal, several people here said that the arrow they saw last night was shot from the north bank."
"It's getting dark soon, can you see clearly?"
Zhong Jie whispered: "Any archer can see the commander clearly. Of course some people saw it, but everyone insisted that it was the arrow shot by Li Xia, so they had to pretend that they were wrong."
Yang Daqi put down the wine jar, called Zhong Jie, and whispered: "Go and check."
If it were Yang Daqi who inherited Yang Dayuan's military power today, he would definitely believe that Yang Dayuan died at the hands of Li Xia. It would be useless to say anything.
But as soon as Yang Wen'an took charge of the army, some of his thoughts suddenly changed.
Yang Daqi couldn't help but think of Yang Wen'an's plan to lead troops to attack and kill Li Xia.
Originally, because Li Xia did kill Yang Dayuan, people felt that Yang Wen'an had a reputation as a foresight and saw through Li Xia's sinister nature and wanted to send troops to rescue Yang Dayuan.
But what if we look at it differently?
What if Yang Wen'an raised troops after hearing that Yang Dayuan had crossed the river alone?
Wouldn't it force Li Xia to kill someone?
Thinking of this, Yang Daqi suddenly sobered up.
He didn't have any evidence, but he was already convinced that Yang Wen'an was the murderer.
After a while, Zhong Jie came back with a few more soldiers and gave more evidence.
"I escorted Mr. Lu Zhai from Qingjian City yesterday. I vaguely heard Mr. Lu Zhai talking to the Major General. They talked for a long time. Mr. Lu Zhai seemed to have said that the Major General should be in charge of the army..."
"Are you sure you heard that?"
"Young man... you must have heard it. It seemed like it was said, 'Like the Shuntian Zhang family, after Zhang Shuai becomes an official, he will select outstanding children from the family' or something like that, and then it was said that the young general should be the commander in chief."
Yang Daji's face completely darkened.
He paced for a long time, clenching his fists from time to time, and finally made up his mind.
"Where is Yang Wen'an?"
"Still in the mourning hall..."
~~
Crying sounds could be heard from time to time in the mourning hall, and Yang Wen'an was still kneeling there burning paper money.
Zhang Dayue sat aside, tearing up the yellow paper and advising: "You stayed up all night last night. I'll watch over you tonight. Go and have a rest."
"My uncle treats me like his own son. How can it be that his own son doesn't stay vigil after his father passes away?" Yang Wen'an said.
Yang Wencan on the side looked up, then lowered his head again.
Yang Wen'an not only worked hard at the funeral, but also took care of military affairs. He worked much harder than Yang Wencan, his biological son, and he was more like his biological son.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the hall, and more than a hundred soldiers surrounded the mourning hall.
Zhang Dayue turned around and saw Yang Dajie coming over with a red face. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "Brother Yang, are you drinking? What are you doing?"
Yang Wen'an also looked back, stood up, saluted, and called: "Third Uncle."
"Come here, I have something to ask you."
"Everyone here is from my own family. If my third uncle has something to say, why don't we just ask here?"
Yang Daqi looked around and said, "I think it's better if you come with me."
"yes."
Yang Wen'an had a respectful attitude as a nephew and walked towards Yang Daqi.
Yang Wencan looked over there, still wondering why his third uncle brought so many people to the mourning hall, but his cousin went over without asking.
Sudden.
"Do it!"
I don't know who shouted outside the hall.
Someone behind Yang Daqi drew his sword and stepped forward. The sword flashed and Yang Wen'an rolled to the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
"Third uncle?!"
Yang Wen'an covered the wound, raised his head, and said in surprise: "What are you doing?!"
In an instant, Zhang Dayue strode forward and stood in front of Yang Wen'an.
"Brother Yang?! What are you doing?!"
"I……"
"Someone is coming!"
At the same time, a whistle sounded in the distance.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Song Jun is here..."
The distant shouts reached the mourning hall, and everyone in the hall was shocked.
Yang Wen'an couldn't believe it. He covered the wound and took two steps back, and asked in surprise: "Third uncle? So it's you? Did you vote for Li Xia?!"