The goshawks grow in the flock of chickens, and it is difficult to prevent them from pecking like chickens. Bianjing is a peaceful nest, turning the eagle into hens.

Yang Jiumei always believed that Yang Wudi's descendants would not become useless chicks, but reality made her desperate. The Yang family not only lost their courage, but also lost their blood. Yang Huaiyu's playboy behavior made her angry and helpless. She even left Yang Huaiyu in Cangzhou to arouse his blood.

It seems that it is still useless, but he is still impatient and self-righteous in his work.

Yang Jiumei was almost desperate, but now she suddenly saw Yang Huaiyu's majesty killing posture and couldn't help but cry!

I'm back, really back!

Thank you to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and to our ancestors!

The eagle is still an eagle.

Yang Jiumei wiped her tears, "Xi'er, follow the aunt to kill people! The men in the Yang family can fight, and women can fight too!" After that, she took the lead in fighting...

Focusing on the Yang family's army was already the last shot of Wang Ze's rebellion. He had been preparing for more than ten years before, but suddenly launched it, how could it be a small matter!

There was chaos all over the Daming Mansion, and countless people were involved in the Manichaeism. The entire city was in turmoil and in danger of collapse at any time.

Wang Ning'an, with ten fierce soldiers, protected Ouyang Xiu, killed twenty or thirty people all the way, and almost lost his life. When they were in a mess, they arrived at the Zhengsi Yamen, the soldiers were already on high alert, as if they were facing a great enemy. Ouyang Xiu got off his war horse, rushed to the door, and shouted: "Go and report quickly, I will say that I, Ouyang Xiu, come to visit me."

The person guarding the door was still hesitant. Ouyang Xiu waved his hand in anger, opened his bows left and right, and slapped ten people.

"Let the person surnamed Jia take a good look. He is the one I want to slap! If you dare to pretend that your grandson doesn't come out, I will ruin him!" Ouyang Xiu was not bragging. With his position as the leader of the literary world, he would really write an article. Maybe a thousand years later, students would have to recite it! At that time, Jia Xianggong would be really infamous for thousands of years.

The guardian stumbled and ran inside. After a while, he threw it out again and asked Ouyang Xiu to go in.

The old master was in front, and Wang Ning'an followed closely and arrived at the main hall of the Supervisor's Mansion in one breath. No one was there? Ouyang Xiu wanted to curse, but Wang Ning'an pointed to the small door next to him. The two rushed in. It was a dark room. An old man over fifty, sitting upright with his eyes slightly closed.

In front of him was a knife, a white silk, and a bottle of crane red head...

What is this person doing? Performance art!

Ouyang Xiu suppressed his anger, rushed to the opposite side, and roared sternly, "Jia Ziming, why are you pretending to be dead?"

The old man was sprayed with a spit on his face, and finally opened his eyes and showed a helpless smile.

"It turns out that the drunkard has arrived. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to meet you. It's a sin..."

"Bah!" Ouyang Xiu couldn't stand his greetings and said angrily: "Do you know that the city is in chaos? As a strategic appeasement envoy, why don't you send troops?"

Jia Changchao was also angry, "How do you know that I did not send troops? I have ordered the Yongjing Army and the Amway Army to be sent to rescue me. What do you want me to do?"

Wang Ning'an observed silently from behind that the half-bian was the famous Jia Changchao.

To be ironic, Jia Changchao was a master of vocal and rhyme. He once wrote "Quan Jing Bian", but was later transferred to the Imperial College. Then, he served as a lecturer in the Chongzheng Hall, a lecturer in the Tianzhang Pavilion, and served as the chief censor of Kaifeng Prefecture. He also served as the chief official of the government affairs of the magistrate with Fan Zhongyan, and served as the Chief Secretary of the Privy Council, and was appointed as the Grand Secretary of the Zhaowenguan... Looking at Jia Changchao's resume, he was extremely complete, but there is one thing that is that the old husband has no experience of leading troops alone and being alone.

Compared with Han Qi, Fu Bi, Fan Zhongyan and others, they are all far behind.

It is logical that Jia Changchao was not qualified to judge the Daming Prefecture. However, since the Qingli period, the focus of the war in the Song Dynasty moved westward, and the Liao Kingdom was basically peaceful, and the status of the Daming Prefecture declined.

In addition, the old guy Xia Jun was so conspiring that he threw Jia Changchao to Daming Mansion, trying to see a joke, which made Jia Xianggong extremely depressed.

Jia Changchao was angry, and he was indeed not engaged in military affairs, for fear of making mistakes. With the idea that nothing is a merit, he was a monk who hit the clock every day... and he made such a big mistake!

Jia Xianggong was so regretful, but what is the solution now? Rebels are everywhere. Once he breaks the General's Mansion, he can only commit suicide and apologize. At least he can win a name in history, and his descendants can also receive pensions and benevolence. The Emperor of the Song Dynasty was still generous to the dead...

How could Ouyang Xiu let Jia Changchao die? He blew his beard and stared at him, "Jia Ziming, where is the soldiers? Hebei East Road is a place where heavy troops gather. Hurry up and dispatch troops!"

Jia Changchao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Drunk. Over the years, there have been more than 100,000 people on the East Road of Hebei. It would be great if 70% of them were useful. Of the 70%, 90% were dealing with the Liao Kingdom. I have limited soldiers."

"No!" Ouyang Xiu was not fooled. "Without the Manichaeism, do you need to deal with the imperial guards? Pull the wing army and kill a fallen flower and water."

Jia Chang rolled his eyes, "Zuiweng, I think you are really drunk. How many Mani Ming people in the wing army have transferred them into the city, which is like attracting wolves into the house. Do you think I didn't die fast enough, right?"

This question also stopped Ouyang Xiu.

Yes, if you get a large group of Manichaeists, wouldn’t you even have your own life?

In normal times, the Xiang army can still trust it, but the Yellow River breaks its dam and is full of vast oceans and territories. The public is full of grievances. Any Mars can cause a fire, not to mention that the fire has already started.

Sweat also flowed down Ouyang Xiu's temples, and the old master was breathing like a cow.

Jia Changchao said considerately: "Zuiweng, we may have some misunderstandings. Now that the disaster is coming, I didn't expect... this is not a bad enemy. Just choose these three things first, so it's more comfortable to die." Jia Changchao acted like accepting his fate and waiting for death. Ouyang Xiu was full of dissatisfaction and had no idea. He looked up at Wang Ning'an and said in a traitor: "Do you want to choose the same thing, too!"

Choose you a big-headed ghost!

Wang Ning'an was completely defeated by two old guys.

"Can you do it?" Wang Ning'an ignored his superiority and inferiority and said angrily: "What is the Mani Ming Cult? It's just a group of mobs who die at their hands. It's better to find a piece of tofu to death, hang it with a ponytail, waste air and land when you die, and live in the world. It's the biggest mistake!!!"

The two old masters had never seen this before. The old faces were blushed when scolded. Jia Changchao was not sincerely begging for death. He was just an attitude and waiting for the reinforcements. He was scolded by Wang Ning'an and the old master was also angry.

"Boy, there are no soldiers in the city, only a bunch of servants. How about you let me?"

Wang Ning'an did not give in, "Mr. Jia, as the commander, as long as you are calm and calm in the face of danger, the yamen runners will have a backbone. Both sides are in chaos. At this time, we are comparing determination, and who is more determined by you or Wang Ze? Jia, you have been an official in the court for decades and admired by the whole world. If you can't even compare with a minor official in the throne, wouldn't you be ashamed?"

Jia Changchao was confused by fooling, "Can I succeed?"

"Of course, it is easy to get a general in the three armies, let alone the prime minister of the court. As long as Jia Gong takes action, the people return to their hearts and soldiers use their lives, they will not worry about the unfairness of the thieves! Don't forget that when Zhenzong was in charge of the army, Empress Dowager Xiao was defeated, and Wang Ze was considered a thing. If the husband dared to fight, he would definitely win!"

"Can I do it?" Jia Chang heated up in his head and hit the table hard, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll do it!"

The old man acted like he sacrificed his life for the country. Wang Ning'an quickly waved his hand and asked someone to bring his armor and weapons.

"Serve my husband to go to war!"

Someone quickly took off Jia Changchao's official uniform and put on the bright Buren armor.

As soon as he put on the helmet, Jia Changchao felt that his neck was about to break. The 1825 armor leaves of Buren armor were worth nearly 60 kilograms, which was not small. After only half of it, Jia Changchao felt that he was about to die.

"Zui, Zuiweng, I think it's good to wait for death."

Ouyang Xiu sank his face and snorted, "You Jia Ziming, you are such a coward! Look at me, don't make your ugly appearance public!"

Jia Changchao rolled his eyes, "You Ouyang Xiu, I want me to be a fool, don't run away!"

"Come on, prepare two pieces of invasion armor for Lord Ouyang!" Jia Changchao added, "Disobey the military force and kill!"

Ouyang Xiu's face turned green in an instant...
Chapter completed!