There are always some beautiful maids around the mistress, and they are like this, and the beauty is different. If the mistress has relatives coming, or when it is inconvenient for other reasons, they will go to bed.

Later, Yang Xuan went to the front yard.

"This time Yi Niang stays."

Yi Niang nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Lang."

Yi Niang remains as a transfer point for all parties to contact and responds at any time.

Yang Xuan looked at Wang Laoer, but what he was thinking about was Tu Chang.

The old thief said: "Lang Jun, let's take him away!"

Yi Niang also said: "It's a bit awkward to keep Tu Shang around. It's not good to avoid him for many things, and it feels weird not to avoid him. Besides, Lang Jun takes him there, so he can take action if there is trouble on the way."

"I'll go find him."

Tu Shang sat barefoot under the eaves, looking like an old farmer, without any sense of superiority at all.

"Would you like to go to the west?"

Yang Xuan had nothing to say.

Tu Shang glanced at him and asked, "Where is the second child?"

"Second brother will go too."

Yang Xuan felt that he was a little shameless and used his second child to force Tu Chang to do his best.

"good."

But there's still a problem.

This time it was Zhou Ning who raised the issue, "The Zuowu Guards dispatching a hundred cavalry is too few, and the guards in Chang'an have long been corrupted and are called watchdogs. Zitai, we have to find a way to do this, at least

We need to get some elite soldiers to accompany us."

"Let me think about it." Yang Xuan was thinking about this matter.

Later he went to the warehouse to get some things, and when he came back he said, "I'm going to the Ministry of War."

Zhou Ning was startled, "Are you going to ask Song Zhen? He is not easy to talk to."

"Actually, he is a good person." Yang Xuan said with a smile.

Ministry of War.

"Shang Shu, Yang Xuan from Northern Xinjiang wants to see you."

"Who?" Song Zhen frowned.

"Yang Xuan."

Song Zhen thought for a while, "That young man?"

"Now he is the crown prince Zhongyun."

"But he reported the name of Yang Xuan from Northern Xinjiang. Is he worried that I won't see him? Cunning!"

Even if the warriors of the past are unable to fight again, they are still full of intimidation.

"I've met Mr. Song."

Yang Xuan was carrying a small cloth bag.

"What?" Song Zhen said with a cold face, thinking that the young man had been hanging out in Northern Xinjiang for several years and had learned nothing but bribery.

"It's just some herbs, they are everywhere on the grassland."

Yang Xuan opened the cloth bag, and sure enough.

"Cure what?"

"Make wine and drink, who knows who drinks."

Song Zhen asked: "What are you doing here?"

"Xiaguan was ordered to escort King Guangling to Songcheng. Duke Song, this journey will not stop. But the court only gave Zuowu Wei a hundred riders. Duke Song, you are just sitting back and watching Xiaguan die!"

"That's the territory of the Tang Dynasty, not a dragon's pond or a tiger's den!"

"But the dragon's pond and tiger's den are not as sinister as the human heart!"

Yang Xuanchi made a bold statement.

Song Zhen had a good impression of him, so he probably wouldn't refuse, right?

"This is the case for all the guards in Chang'an. Since you are fighting in the northern border, you should know that one hundred cavalry is the same as one thousand cavalry."

"I know that if it is useless, the more people and horses there are, the more burdensome it will be."

"Then why are you here looking for me?"

"Song Gong, the burden is not too much!"

…

Yang Xuan returned in triumph.

"Three hundred horses, Wu Da and the others can still accompany them, but Aning, you have to be more careful at home."

Zhou Ning smiled and said: "This is Chang'an. If anyone wants to attack me, they have to weigh the anger of Northern Xinjiang."

Something happened to the general Xing's family in Northern Xinjiang in Chang'an. When the news spread to Northern Xinjiang, Huang Chunhui's roar could drown the Ministry of War and the imperial city.

In such difficult places, protecting calves is a necessary means to maintain combat effectiveness.

Yang Xuan held her hand, "Shall we have a child?"

…

Yang Xuan didn't know if he had successfully sown the seeds. With reluctance to leave his newlywed wife, he escorted King Guangling out of Chang'an City on a drizzly morning.

Three hundred cavalry, plus one hundred guards from Uda, were Yang Xuan's entire strength for this trip.

With the clatter of horse hooves, Yang Xuan saw a group of people.

A group of noble men, yawning and returning to the city with their prey.

Yang Xuan saw He Huan.

Long time no see!

Their eyes met, He Huan smiled and cupped his hands, "Yang Zhongyun, have a nice trip."

Yang Xuan raised his middle finger and said, "Thank you very much."

"Who is this?" someone asked, looking at the large group of people disappearing into the distance.

He Huan said: "I told you, Prince Zhongyun, Yang Xuan."

"Hey!" someone said, "I remembered that this person is quite famous in Northern Xinjiang. He is said to be the first person to exterminate the entire ethnic group in Northern Xinjiang in recent years."

"Is he going to see off King Guangling?"

"There shouldn't be any danger in this trip!"

"It's hard to tell, what happened to that stall!"

Everyone was silent, but their eyes were not straight, and they were obviously laughing at the royal family's incompetence.

He Huan asked the people around him, "How is the prince's side?"

"I was imprisoned in the palace and said I never saw the light of day."

"This is so disgusting!"

"That's right, the relationship between father and son is like this, and I don't know whose fault it is."

"What do you think?"

"Prince!"

"Then why don't you lend me your wife?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm going to kill you!"

…

In the early autumn of Western Xinjiang, the temperature is still very high, and even the big trees in the mansion are listless.

Several riders, covered with dust, arrived.

"We are from Chang'an, urgent matter."

The military governor of Hanhai, Duke Zhao Song of Xing, had a figure like a bison and the same personality.

"King Guangling? Why did you seal the Western Territory?"

The official who delivered the order knew his temper and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Xing, this is your Majesty's order."

Zhao Song slapped the case, stood up suddenly, and said angrily: "Then you can't go to Northern Xinjiang and Southern Xinjiang? I am suffering here and no one cares about me, but I have caused a trouble. Does this mean that Your Majesty dislikes me for being old and is ready to change the general?"

The official lowered his head and said, "Mr. Xing Guo, this matter has been decided."
To be continued...