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Chapter 296 Shandong Command

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    The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky.  The city of Chengdu was already visible from a distance, and the imperial guards of honor turned on a wide road.

    The officials who greeted the driver picked up ten li, and at this time rode in front.  Since the officials of the third department had already set up a colorful shed under the city and gathered a group of gentry and celebrities to welcome them, Yang Ling also got out of the couch and sedan chair, rode on a horse, and walked slowly surrounded by close guards.

    Song Xiaoai is still dressed in a blue cloth shirt of a strong woman, with a silver collar on her neck, looking around while riding a horse, looking energetic.  She caught sight of Yang Ling yawning, and whispered to Wu Hanchao, "Xiao Wu, look, Mr. Yang didn't seem to sleep well last night. He must not be used to the insects and birds singing in the bamboo forest."

    Wu Hanchao yawned and said, "No way, my lord has a lot to worry about, maybe it's too much work."

    Song Xiaoai asked curiously: "Huh? Why don't you seem to have slept well? Isn't it patrolling with big sticks in the second half of the night?"

    Wu Hanchao laughed dryly and said: "Well I have a lot of things to worry about, so it's too much work."

    "Tch!" Song Xiaoai rolled her eyes at him, and turned her head coquettishly.

    Wu Hanchao had a sad expression on his face: "I'm going home soon, I'm rashly bringing a daughter-in-law back, I don't know if my parents like it or not, this silly girl sleeps soundly, I have a lot of things on my mind, I have to think about it, and think about it."  How can I open my mouth and think about the turtle that fell from the sky that day, can I sleep?"

    When the large group of people arrived in front of the city gate, the officials of all sizes in Chengdu couldn't help being amazed when they saw that the imperial envoy and the mighty Marquis came out of Beijing, surrounded by a group of wolf soldiers in blue scarves, cloth jackets and straw sandals.  vision.

    Many people came to greet the gate of the city. In addition to officials from all walks of life in the military, political, and criminal sciences, there were also representatives of scholars, wealthy gentry and landlords, and the crowd blocked the entire gate.  According to the rules, Yang Ling's guards should be separated left and right like wild goose wings, so that the chief officer can go forward and meet the people who greet him.  However, Yang Ling's team was just drawn from the 100,000 mountains. They were expected to be good at fighting and killing, but they didn't know how to line up, organize the team, and evolve the formation.

    The officials responsible for maintaining order in the chief minister's yamen commanded a few steps briefly according to the situation of a normal army, but the wolf soldiers were at a loss and the ranks were in chaos.  Yang Ling's central army didn't squeeze through for a long time amidst the commotion. The officials on both sides looked around on tiptoes, and the impatient generals simply shouted, calling for people to immediately divert the flow of people, which made Yang Ling laugh and cry.

    Chengdu's population was at its most prosperous in history at this time, with a total of 590,000 soldiers and civilians. It was considered extremely prosperous among the metropolises at that time, with dense population, bustling streets, brothels, restaurants, and banners.  Its grand occasion made it hard to imagine how the Qing army could kill passers-by on the street like ghosts after entering Sichuan, and the number of survivors in the whole city was less than 80,000.

    Among the crowd looking around, there were many white and thin locals with their heads wrapped in white cloth, walking through the crowd as if they were watching the excitement, but their shrewd eyes rarely stayed on Yang Ling, who was guarded by armored guards.  Pay great attention to the people around you and the officials and gentry who greet you.

    These people were recruited secretly by Chuanfanwei and Neichang in Chengdu.  A master with unknown identity, origin, and purpose appeared in the place where the imperial envoy was stationed. Wu Hanchao did not dare to hide such a major event. He had already ordered his flying cavalry to report it to Liu Biao. Liu Biao was very nervous when he heard the news, so he used his best men to covertly protect him.  .

    The chaotic order was finally restored to normal with the efforts of the officials of the chief envoy's yamen. The iron guards spread out from left to right and formed a five-person wall. Yang Ling got off his horse and walked forward accompanied by Wu Hanchao, Song Xiaoai and others.

    Sichuan Chengxuan's political envoys, procuratorial envoys, and all commanding envoys stood at the front, followed by officials from all walks of life, including counselors, prefects and prefects, Qianshi Ducha, academic and political doctors, etc., who came forward to greet them.  Standing under the shed and waiting for each other with a smile.

    Song Xiaoai took advantage of the chatter between Yang Ling and the officials, looked around on tiptoe, and whispered to Wu Hanchao, "Hey, Xiao Wu, who is your father?"

    Wu Hanchao had already seen his father at a glance, and now his eyes were facing each other, and the expressions on each other were very excited.

    The old Wu has a big waist and a round waist, a long beard over his belly, thick eyebrows and heavy eyes, and he is very powerful. Standing among a group of thin and weak civil servants is like a bear standing on a flock of sheep, it is truly majestic.  How could Xiao Wu not see it?

    Wu Hanchao strongly suppressed the excitement of seeing his relatives, and whispered to Song Xiaoai: "Here, that's the one, the one with the white pheasant embroidered on the mending clothes, looking at me."

    "Which one? Oh, you said that the big bird with long claws and thin neck painted on its chest, and the official with a pair of mustaches, um, so young, but it really looks like you."

    Wu Hanchao rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Look clearly, Sister Song, what did you say?"Just focus on the King of Shu, and more than 80% of the manpower dispatched to Chengdu will work hard on him, tracking down his every move, every word and deed.  He is like a torch in the dark night, attracting all the attention, what are others doing in the dark place under the lamp?  His confidant, his son".

    When Yang Ling thought of this, Li Lang shouted: "Big stick, send Liu Biao to see you, immediately!"

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