Eight Young Masters of Yang Family Generals

Yang Yanrong stepped out of the tent, feeling that his head was still dizzy.This is the emperor?Why does it feel different from what I remember, at least it should be more grand than now, just those two old men have given me my identity?Yang Yanrong pinched her thigh, it hurt, grandma's, so it wasn't a dream.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Suddenly, Yang Yanrong was awakened from his trance by another voice like a mountain cry. After looking carefully, he noticed a group of people in black kneeling on the open space in front of him. The armored soldiers can't see the end at a glance.

Yang Yanrong took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and said loudly: "Everyone, please stand up!" He exhausted all his strength and spread it far away for tens of miles.The soldiers nearby felt their ears were buzzing, and then they became terrified. The emperor in front of them is our military god!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" All the soldiers stood up one after another when they heard the words. For a while, the sound of armor rubbing against each other gathered into a sound of steel, which even made the faces of the Yan soldiers at the top of the city pale with horror.

In the Great Song Palace, which is close at hand, of course, that is the current Dayan Palace, Murong Fu, who was also dressed in yellow, frowned and listened to the tsunami-like sound outside, and heaved a long sigh.If there is anyone he fears in this world, there is only one.Thinking of the guy with the hippie smile, I feel a headache.Although he was besieged in the capital by Generals Cao and Pan, he was not worried at all. With the 20 soldiers and horses in the capital and enough food for three years, he could continue to spend with them.But, he is back!

Murong Fu shook his head, this person whom he regards as his lifelong enemy, came back at this moment.

Sitting on the side, dressed in a reckless robe and jade belt, with an unsophisticated face and gray hair, Murong Bo frowned, seeing his son full of worries, he said calmly: "Is he really that scary?"

Murong Fu smiled wryly, and sighed: "Father, you have never fought against him, and you will never know how terrible he is. Li Jiqian has been running rampant in the Northwest for many years, and the Song court has dispatched no matter how many troops and horses they have been able to do nothing against him, but this man has never been defeated. When he went out, he captured Li Jiqian twice. The party has occupied Xiazhou for more than a hundred years, and there are 30 people who control the strings. Self-confidence can’t do it. This person’s actions are unpredictable, and he uses his troops like a god. If it is not because of the height of the city and the depth of the pool, if the two armies confront each other, our army will definitely lose.”

Murong Bo was taken aback, stood up abruptly, walked around the throne a few times, and said in a deep voice: "I'll kill him!"

"It's useless!" Murong Fu shook his head and sighed: "This person has a lot of experts, if Daddy goes, I'm afraid I won't even see his face."

Murong Bo snorted secretly, sat back down again, raised his head and asked: "Fu'er, you are the Emperor of Dayan now, you can't weaken my Murong family's reputation, this Yang Yanrong has to be eliminated at all costs, and no future troubles can be left behind." , as long as we stabilize the capital, the hundreds of thousands of troops outside will not be able to last long, and the siege of the capital will be resolved by itself. The only plan now is to hold on."

Murong Fu put his hands behind his back, looked up at the tall palace, and said in a deep voice: "Daddy is right, this person Yang Yanrong must be removed, otherwise, our great cause of regaining Yan will be ruined. Based on my respect for this person I understand, his only weakness is that he values ​​feelings too much. Hmph, we hold a trump card in our hands, as long as we lure him into the city, we will fight or kill him at that time, depending on our mood."

Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "That girl you are talking about? But I seem to have heard that she is not Yang Yanrong's woman!"

Murong Fu shook his head with a smile, and said: "That's right! But her status in Yang Yanrong's heart is probably no lower than that of Sang Yuchu's daughters! As long as we do this, Yang Yanrong will definitely come to the city to save her, Once Yang Yanrong dies, there will be no leader outside, and with our foundation in the south of the Yangtze River, after another year and a half, it will be enough to gather an army of [-] people, haha! In this world, why don’t we change our surname to Yan?”

The father and son looked at each other and laughed. However, they never imagined that because of the heavy siege outside, the news of Jiangnan could not be transmitted at all, so that now the foundation of Jiangnan has been lost and they are still kept in the dark.

"Look, do I look like an emperor?" Yang Yanrong flicked the crown in his hand and asked Sang Yuchu with a smile.

Sang Yuchu said with a smile: "You, you don't look like an emperor, you are clearly a hooligan!"

"That's right, sister Yuchu is right, you don't look like an emperor even if you wear a royal robe!" Princess Anyang joked with a smile, snatched the crown from Yang Yanrong's hand, and put it on her own. On the head, he smiled and said: "Look, this is called the emperor! Cough cough, um, you are so brave, you don't kneel down when you see me? Come on, quickly drag these daring people to me Go out and chop!"

Sitting on a chair, Princess Xinyi, who was drinking tea, shook her head and said: "It's not like, it's not like, it's still not like, being an emperor is like you, laughing, not serious, you have to keep a straight face, um, like That's it. All the ministers have a book to play, and they will leave the court without incident!" As he said, he turned around in a decent manner, but all the girls burst into laughter.

Yang Yanrong couldn't help but smile, shook his head and said with a smile: "Zi Yan, you don't look like you, think about it again, how does the emperor's father-in-law usually behave as an emperor?"

Zhao Ziyan thought for a while and said: "Father is not special at ordinary times, he only looks like an emperor when he is in court, and other things are no different from ordinary people."

Yang Yanrong rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Isn't it the same as if you didn't say it? Forget it, why should I imitate my predecessors? I'll just be a special emperor. Also, I've made a decision According to the rules, you don’t need to kneel when you meet the emperor in the future! Well, everyone is not allowed to kneel, this kind of inhuman etiquette is too boring, kneeling knees are swollen.”

Princess Anyang and Princess Chai expressed their support first, and each sent a sweet kiss to Yang Yanrong.

Yang Yanrong touched the cheek kissed by the two girls, hehe hehe.

At this moment, Zhao Hu opened the tent and came in, holding a letter in his hand, and said: "Master, an arrow letter suddenly shot out from the city, saying that it is for you, Master, to enlighten you!"

Yang Yanrong put away his smile, and uncovered the letter, only to see that it read: "Forwarded to His Majesty the Emperor of Song Dynasty." The signature was Dayan Murong Fu.

Ke'er came over to have a look, and said with a smile: "This Murong Fu is really interesting, he actually wrote a letter to Brother Yang, I don't know what is written in it, could it be a letter of appeal!"

Yang Yanrong shook his head and said: "Impossible, maybe there are other things!" As he spoke, he unfolded the letter paper and glanced through it in a hurry. Suddenly, his expression changed suddenly.