Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Four hundred and fifty-one, not sticking to small sections

[A bunch at the end of the year! pile! ! Notices, documents, reports, and meetings are not only time-consuming, but also torture people's patience, and the mood is extremely bad! It’s hard to be immersed in the plot these days, so the coding is slow, sorry~]

Drinking a cup of light green tea, Yang Ling walked into the bedroom leisurely, took off his coat, and fell on the couch with only his coat.

This is a heated kang. The mattress on the upper side is not soft or hard. I lie on it to relieve fatigue. Yang Ling stretched out comfortably, pulled a thin quilt and draped it across his waist, closing his dim eyes. .

Mountain treasures, mellow wine, heroes enjoy; bathing, walking, and a cup of tea. How comfortable then lying in bed? Although the bedding is made of cotton, it is clean and dry, and it seems to have the warmth of the sun. There is only one missing woman, a gentle and beautiful woman, otherwise it would be a life like heaven.

The sun disappeared on the horizon, and there was still a faint redness in the sky. Hundreds of fierce knights, dressed in a touch of sunset red, surrounded a Mongolian noble-style luxury carriage and drove to the gate of Wu Zhewei.

The convoy stopped in front of Wuzhewei's gate, and after a while, it seemed that the gatekeepers of the city had shown a pass token, and the exchange had been completed, and the gate opened. The carts and horses reeled, and a group of people got off their horses and slowly walked into Daying with the horses. As usual in the military camps, horses are not allowed to ride. Although the generals of many local guards do not abide by this military discipline, the disciplined frontiers are different.

After the last sentence of the knight entering the city, the old door creaked and closed again. With a "boom", the last afterglow of the horizon was closed...

A graceful, charming and picturesque woman knelt down next to Yang Ling, turned her head sideways, let out a candlelight, and quietly admired his sleeping position. The light cut her delicate body into a beautiful silhouette. Wearing a soft and close-fitting Luo Chang, she stared at Yang Ling fascinatingly, with a trace of tranquility, a trace of gentleness, and a trace of pampering in her eyes.

Yang Ling's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if thinking about something in his sleep. The woman stretched out her delicate fingers, gently stroked his face, gently smoothed his frowning brows, the gentleness, like a spring breeze, silky.

Yang Ling suddenly felt something, he opened his eyes sharply, and a hand had accurately strangled the catkin on his face. The sharp gaze had just shot out, but after a start, it turned into endless gentleness.

"Yun'er, it's you! Are you here?" Yang Ling suddenly sat up, surprised and delighted.

"Well, you bastard!" Cheng Qiyun gently rubbed his sore wrist, and said diligently, "I'll give them a bit of prestige...".

Yang Ling pretended to be angrily: "You dare to get close while this lord is asleep. This is me, if Cao Mengde had been stabbed with a sword."

Cheng Qiyun smiled faintly, and said: "People...I think about the adult's sword all the way...to stab them...go down."

She didn't say any more, because Yang Ling had already hugged her. Cheng Qiyun closed her beautiful eyes, her arms gently wrapped around Yang Ling's neck, and the two embraced quietly in the sway of the candlelight.

After a long time, Yang Ling released her hand and pulled her into her arms. Cheng Qiyun fell into his arms, raised her face and looked at him with a crooked smile, gently stroking his jaw. Hu stubble underneath, Mei said: "My lord, miss me?"

"Thinking about it!" In Cheng Qiyun's teasing cry, Yang Ling's fingers patrolled the beautiful scenery around her carcass: "Master misses you so much, miss you here, here, here ...".

When she stroked Cheng Qiyun's thigh with her hand, she was pinched by a pair of warm and round thighs. Cheng Qiyun's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and her nose had brought a delicate breath,

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She wore a women’s riding outfit, with a light blue shirt on top and a thin crimson satin skirt on her bottom. She was lying on her back in the arms of Yang Ling, making her waist and legs beautifully curved, especially the one who stood up intentionally. The crisp **** are more exquisite and convex.

"My lord, they miss you too...".

Yang Ling laughed lowly: "Really, where do you want me?"

Cheng Qiyun said with a pair of peachy eyes, "I miss you here!" As she said, her little hand reached into Yang Ling's pajama pants without hesitation, her gentle and soft hand accurately grasped it. Vital.

Yang Ling smiles bitterly, among these wives, if they say no scruples in bed, even wilder and bolder than him, only this is Cheng Qiyun, flirting with her boudoir, if you want her to be coy and shy, unless She wants to look like that today.

Two people are playing in the boudoir. No matter how elegant, innocent, immature, coquettish, or wild, Cheng Qiyun will definitely dress up lively, so you can't find any flaws. But today after seeing each other after a long time, Miss Cheng obviously has no patience anymore.

With a few delicate and flexible fingers, Yang Ling was aroused by a sensation of bone-eating ecstasy. The lower abdomen was immediately erect like an angry frog, and Cheng Qiyun chuckled and laughed.

"You little fairy!" Yang Ling gritted his teeth, splitting his hands, Cheng Qiyun's creamy cream on her chest only flashed, it has fallen into the grasp of a pair of big hands, only two protruding between the fingers Bright red.

There was a whisper in the room, after a long time...

"My lord...Master..., brother...Ah..., forgive me...", Cheng Qiyun with disheveled hair and flushed face, dizzy, knelt down on the bed and whimpered. .

The half-awake Yang Ling held up her round and plump snow buttocks, and threw her like a small boat in the storm. Cheng Qiyun’s lotus arms could no longer hold her, she could only kneel on her elbow. On the couch, a bright moon was raised high.

"Lord...I'm enough...Hmm..." Finally, after a sharp tremor of Yang Ling, Cheng Qiyun lay down on the bed softly with a sweaty pillow like a deflated ball. Holding his jade arm, his face was flushed, his eyes blurred, his mouth was slightly open, and he was panting.

Yang Ling rested for a while, turned to the side, lazily patted her sweaty plump hips, and laughed: "Dare you dare to mess with the master again?"

Cheng Qiyun's plump buttocks were rippling for a while, she snorted carelessly, unable to even give out the strength to refute.

Yang Ling squeezed her sharp chin and smiled: "Yun'er, I have always had a strange thing to understand, sir."

"Huh?" Cheng Qiyun's soul hadn't fully returned to her body, she opened her dim eyes and looked at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling said: "It's me who is busy and consumes a lot of energy. Why are you more tired than me?"

Cheng Qiyun rolled her eyes, snorted weakly, raised her hand, but she didn't have the strength to hit it off, she grabbed his fingers and opened her mouth to bite. His lips touched his fingers, but they changed from biting into a mouth with open lips. Those beautiful eyes were hazy and glaring like silk, making Yang Ling look like a glimpse.

Cheng Qiyun turned over and threw herself into his arms, pressing her hot cheeks against his chest, and snorting gently. After the passion, it is the two people's contented warmth...

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"You have hinted Yin Qi through the military. If the Red Lady's white army joins her to fight Bayan, the court will not intervene?"

Two people have cleaned their bodies, Yang Ling half leaned against the quilt, hugging the smooth Cheng Qiyun in her arms, one leg that was not honest and sometimes slipped over her slender and strong calf, and sometimes rubbed her plump and soft thigh. And plump hips.

"Well! Of course the court will not intervene, and even happy to see the result, is it? Besides...Who would dare to complicate your Ying'er girl?" Cheng Qiyun smirked.

"Pā!" has a plump butt.

"Hey!" With a soft cry, Cheng Qiyun bit his **** unwillingly.

"On the grasslands, in order to survive, most of what needs to be paid is the price of life. This cruel life has created a different concept of the Mongolians. They only respect strength and powerful strength.

They are not only plundering the border villages of Great Ming. In fact, they themselves are each other's cattle and sheep, each other's fish. The strong are the masters and the weak are the slaves. If you can conquer him, you are his master.

Red Lady has a strong strength, no one dare to underestimate the strength, this is the reason why all parties want to recruit her. She is not a monk, which is why the parties are relieved to solicit her.

In the same way, Hong Niangzi can stand on the Mongolian grasslands and has her own vast grasslands, pastures and tribes. On the one hand, it depends on her strength, and on the other hand, there is a Bayan sweat on her. It is difficult for Mongolian herders to have a sense of opposition.

Now, she is about to be in a stubborn relationship with Bayan. To continue to use this advantage, she needs to find a new head of head. Then, the herdsmen who have tasted the sweetness under her rule, He will continue to accept her rule until he is completely satisfied.

Yang Ling listened to Cheng Qiyun’s analysis, thought for a while, and nodded slightly: “Yes, you’re right, the plan will change due to time and circumstances. Her protective color, initially Just to confuse Huosie, Bayan, and not assassinate. Now that she has greater benefits, she should be allowed to lurch."

"If an alliance is reached with Doyan Sanwei without revealing the identity of the court army, as long as it operates well, it is likely to form an opportunity to join forces with Huosha and Oirad to deal with Bayan. After all, Bayan is a descendant of the golden family and belongs to the Tatar tribe. The most influential hero is the biggest enemy of the Oirad tribe. This kind of cooperation is relatively easy to facilitate.

In that case, with the cooperation of Liaodong Dusi and Nu'er Gandusi behind, we will be able to divide up a large grassland under the cover of Doyan Mongolia. At that time, it was the battle between Yin Qi queen and Huoshahe and Yibuya. ,Ugh! How long will it take to completely eliminate the troubles of the grasslands? "

Cheng Qiyun raised her head slightly and said seriously: "My lord, are you determined to support her?"

"Conquest by force, garrison control, immigration and borders, commercial penetration, cultural integration, religious deprivation, and ethnic assimilation. There is a long way to go. The border is too large, and now the population of Great Ming is too small and too small. Now, it will take decades to realize this process at the earliest?

Before this long process is realized, we need a person who is willing and able to cooperate, Bayan, Huosha, Yebuya, Yin Qi, among these leaders, there is no more suitable person than her. Take your time, maybe I think it’s too easy. In fact, even if Ying'er is publicly on the side of the Yin Qi queen, the discordant Doyan Sanwei wants to truly integrate and form a force sufficient to fight Bayan." /

Cheng Qiyun bit her lip and said in a low voice: "Yin Qi Queen held Naadam to openly recruit her son-in-law. All the heroes will certainly pay attention to it. Bayan, Huo Si and other ministries will not ignore it. Time. If we think of something, maybe we can benefit from it."

Yang Ling hesitated, Cheng Qiyun said implicitly, but Yang Ling understood what she meant, and she used some conspiracy, divorce, division, and even assassination methods to turn a joyous event into a **** massacre. Quickly integrate the Doyan Sanwei with a fierce killing, and let all the grasslands advance into the decisive battle unpreparedly, so that the red lady who is free from it can be a fish in water and become the main force that the Yin Qi queen must rely on.

However, this is contrary to the principle that Yang Ling has never fought insecure battles. And it’s hard to guarantee that some innocent tribes who just rushed to the conference will not be involved. Doing this...is it okay? Yang Ling's heart is slightly disturbed.

Don’t do this, just *normally, how long will it take for Doyanwei to reach an internal compromise? Can we truly form a complete force for foreign operations? If this process is too long, Oirad has already used the Red Lady, and Bayan stands by and even acts secretly, what about the Red Lady?

Xiangdong completely withdrew into Nuer Gandusi. One possibility is to reveal that she is really a secret sent by the Great Ming Dynasty court. Another possibility is to completely drag the Great Ming army that needs to rest for a year or two into the flames of war. On the west side is Oirad, on the south side is Bayan, and on the east side is the Great Ming army, which is currently unable to clearly help. If there is such a deadlock, what should she do?

North...North..., Yang Ling's heart suddenly jumped, how could he ignore the north? Where is the north? It is Siberia, Siberia with an area equivalent to another great China! A vast area that now looks like a barren waste, but has fertile land, vast virgin forests, and endless oil, natural gas, coal, gold, silver, copper, iron and other rich mineral deposits.

There are only a few small Khanates that belonged to the Mongol Empire at that time, and in fact only some Tatar nomadic tribes. Ross is still a small third-rate country in Europe. Even the small Tatar Kazan Khanate next to the Urals cannot win, and it is not yet capable of setting foot in this land.

What if I can smooth out the Tatar and Oirad that lie in the middle of my life? Then Great Ming can go all the way north and take down the entire Siberia! The territory of Great Ming will be doubled. The abundant land and mineral deposits there will provide the most abundant economic data for the future industrial development of Great Ming.

No! More than that. Great Ming’s warship is currently unable to cross the Pacific Ocean, but what happens if Siberia is taken down? Then you can set foot on Alaska in ‘North America’ through the narrow Bering Strait, and then... Imagine future generations turning the globe. With the huge land of China, Yang Ling’s head is a little dizzy...

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Why has my gaze been limited to the grassland beyond the Great Wall before? Across this grassland is a broader world.

The Kingdom of Ross has not yet been able to advance eastward. Spain and Portugal have just set foot in South America from the other side of the earth. They just sent some fleets to carry out the robbery. There is a large virgin land there!

Yang Ling's enthusiasm is boiling, a greater goal. It aroused his fighting spirit. He had a long-cherished wish for the internal development of industry and commerce and the elimination of the grassland. From then on, after doing all this, he can be a Yang Ling of a happy prince, and he will fly far and far away...

It is not that the Han people have no chance to rule Siberia. As early as the Han Dynasty, Xiongnu was defeated and fled to the west. Dahan had the opportunity to occupy Siberia for the first time, but at that time this barren land had no garrison value and they voluntarily gave up. The Beihai (Lake Baikal) where Su Wu pastured sheep has never set foot in the footsteps of the Han army...

When the Tang Dynasty defeated the East Turks, the Han army once again had the opportunity to occupy Siberia. However, the Anshi Rebellion made the Tang Dynasty weak, and the northern peoples once again established themselves. Now, as long as Tatar and Oirad are resolved, the north and south will become a smooth journey, and it will be easy to conquer the small Khanates that belonged to the Great Yuan Golden Horde in Siberia. Such a great achievement is enough to be immortal forever. As long as the two main forces split from Dayuan, Tatar and Oirad, which lie across the prairie, are simply swept away! [Heaven’s Kiss Hand Hit]

For the sake of long-term achievements and peace forever, why not kill it for a while?

When Cheng Qiyun heard that Yang Ling's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her temperature was rising, she couldn't help but raised her head nervously: "Did I make him unhappy? He...he never liked me being too sinister."

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"Huh?"

"Do as you say, let go. Make full use of Nadam’s opportunity at any cost. Forcibly integrating Doyan Sanwei, we must combine the forces of Yin Qi and control them in our hands! And provoked Bayan, Huo Si Battle!"

Cheng Qiyun looked at Yang Ling in surprise, wondering why he was so excited.

"Yun'er, you are Zhuge of the female middle school, and you are very resourceful! You have to help me think carefully, plan carefully, no matter what means, it must be done!"

Cheng Qiyun rolled her eyes and asked: "At any rate?"

"Yes!"

"Even if it's a bit mean, some shameless, some evil?"

"Those who make big things, don't stick to the trivial!"

Cheng Qiyun smiled and relaxed. The cage that can trap her is only restricted by Yang Ling. Yang Ling lets her do it. The sky is high and the ocean is wide. What else to worry about?

Cheng Qiyun was joyful, she pointed her eyebrows, and suddenly flicked her fingers under Yang Ling's crotch, smiling and said: "My lord finally got the hang of it."

"Ouch, where do you play?" Yang Ling was clever.

"It's the weakest to attack the enemy!" Cheng Qiyun's eyebrows and her eyes are full of spring love, and she smiles incredibly.

"Huh!" Yang Ling let go of his thoughts, and his spirits regained. Looking at Cheng Qiyun's endless charm smiling face, Yang Ling said in a spirited manner: "You can guess wrong, this country is the master of war, you don't Do you know if I am strong and show weak?"

He turned over and pressed Cheng Qiyun under her body. Cheng Qiyun only felt fierce and fierce on her lower abdomen. It was really masculine and strong. Huarong couldn't help but pale and said: "Master, do you want more? It's not working~IndoMTL.com~It's really not working."

Yang Ling ignored him, and with a probing hand, he turned Cheng Qiyun's soft and moving body over. Cheng Qiyun said in a pitiful manner: "People can't afford it, sir, let them go."

She is like a whining little dog, begging timidly, and crawling forward on her knees. Yang Ling grabbed her slender waist, held her hips and pulled it back, and the plump plate hit his legs heavily. Run away again, hit back again.

Cheng Qiyun's waist swings in a strange rhythm, her waist and hips are **** and enchanting, and her soft and soft pleading, so that people who love Xiangxieyu can't help but have a kind of devastation. Desire.

However, the twisting technique of that hip, although it may be ecstatic, it is out of the way. After doing this many times, Yang Ling has been teased so that his face is flushed and his nose sighs. He suddenly becomes sexually active, and pulls Cheng Qiyun to him roughly like a chicken, and twists her upside down'very cruel'. With a pair of slender, white arms, Cheng Qiyun can no longer escape, she can only writhe and struggle with grief...

This fairy is actually playing a game of teasing him again!

The powdery muscles are greasy, the waist is folded willows, the moon is so full, the country's father has half a night without sleep...