Yang Yuhuan's expression entered Yang Yi's eyes.
Such a charming expression made Yang Yi's heart skip a beat.
The atmosphere in the study was rather quiet.
Yang Yuhuan calmed herself down. She bit her red lips and hesitated for a moment before saying,"Master, did you write this poem for this servant?”
She looked at Yang Yi expectantly.
She was familiar with poetry books, especially the poems of Tang and Song. She was very interested in them.
However, even though she had read a lot of poems, she had never heard of this one from Yang Yi.
Therefore, she naturally thought that Yang Yi had specially made it for her.
Of course, even though he thought so, he still wanted to hear Yang Yi's affirmative answer.
Being stared at by Yang Yuhuan's gentle gaze, Yang Yi muttered in his heart.
F * ck.
He had subconsciously come up with such a poem to show off, and he had forgotten whether this poem had appeared in this world before.
If this poem had already been written by Li Bai, wouldn't he be embarrassed?
However, now that he was being looked at by the beauty with anticipation, he was in a difficult position.
Yang Yi coughed lightly and said indifferently,"
"Of course I wrote it for you. Other than Yuhuan, who else can deserve such praise?”
When Yang Yuhuan heard this, waves of joy surged in her heart.
"Master, what did I do?" she whispered.
Her beautiful eyes glistened with joy and admiration.
Yang Yuhuan had always been a contented person.
Now, from a young lady to a servant, it was impossible to say that there was no gap.
But since it was already like this, she had to adapt as soon as possible.
She had mixed feelings about Yang Yi.
There was fear, reverence, and a trace of admiration for the strong.
Now that she was praised by Yang Yi, her heart was filled with joy.
Yang Yuhuan's charming expression made her even more beautiful.
Yang Yi's lips curled into a smile as he placed his hand on Yang Yuhuan's waist.
Yang Yuhuan was stunned, and a blush appeared on her fair face.
"Master, this soup is getting cold."
Yang Yi's mouth twitched.
F * ck, why would he drink soup at this time?
He picked Yang Yuhuan up by the waist.
"Ah."
Yang Yuhuan cried out in surprise and subconsciously wrapped her snow-white arms around Yang Yi's neck.
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Song Country.
Bianjing.
In the Imperial Palace.
Zhao Ji slammed the table hard.
Pa!
"What's going on?" he asked angrily. What is Tong Guan doing?"
" Why did you lose?!"
The hall was completely silent.
Everyone remained silent.
In fact, they were also very shocked when they received this news.
"A mere Zhou Country can actually make our Great Song suffer a huge loss!”
"This is simply making the world laugh at our Great Song!”
Zhao Ji frowned, his eyes full of anger.
His fair face was a little cold.
Although he was not interested in government affairs, he was still the emperor of Great Song.
As a large country, sending out 200,000 well-equipped troops was full of confidence.
In the end, the news that came back was that he had been beaten to a pulp?
Great Song's face had been lost.
Zhao Ji was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
The ministers did not dare to make a sound, allowing the emperor to fly into a rage.
A moment later.
Zhao Ji gradually calmed down.
"What do you think of the surrounding families?" he asked in a deep voice.”
Everyone looked at each other. No one wanted to stand out.
at this time
" Your Majesty, although our army has lost the first battle, Marshal Tong still has weapons that can be used. So what if the Great Zhou has won once?" Gao Qiu said in a deep voice.”
"Unless he keeps winning, they will be finished if they lose once!”
"Our country is rich and strong. We can support the army, but they might not be able to!”
"Your Majesty, I think we should continue to send troops to aid Marshal Tong!”
As soon as he finished speaking, many people around him agreed.
"I agree!"
"I also agree!"
Zhao Ji was silent for a moment and looked at a gray-haired official in a purple robe who was still in high spirits.
"Cai Qing, what do you think?"
Cai Jing smiled and bowed respectfully.
"I have no objections!"
"However, I feel that if Your Majesty wants to continue to send more troops, you have to consider the Liao and Jin countries.”
"Our Great Song is rich, and there are many foreign races who covet our land.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall instantly fell silent.
Zhao Ji fell into deep thought.
Great Song had its own difficulties.
Business was flourishing and the economy was developed, but in terms of military strength, they were suppressed by Liao and Jin.
The three countries restrained each other, making Great Song's hands and feet bound.
Besides, other than the Liao and Jin Dynasties, there was also the Mongol Empire that ruled the prairie!
Great Song had to be extremely careful whenever it fought with other countries.
If not for that, why would he allow a small country like the Great Zhou to exist on the border for so many years?
One had to know that Luoyang was a strategic city for the Great Song.
If they could take down Luoyang, it would be a huge victory for the Great Song.
Zhao Ji's expression was uncertain.
He looked at Cai Jing.
"Cai Qing means…"
"Send another 100,000 troops. If they can take down Zhou Country, then take it down." Cai Jing muttered.
"If we can't take it down, we can't send more troops.”
"There's no need to fight to the death with a hard rock for some small friction!”
Everyone nodded.
The reason why they agreed to fight with the Great Zhou Country previously was because they saw that the Great Zhou Country was easy to bully.
However, if the Great Zhou was too difficult to deal with, they would definitely not continue fighting.
If these foreign tribes took advantage of the situation, they would suffer heavy losses.
Gao Qiu's expression was ugly.
He was not as relaxed as these people.
After all, his son was still locked up in Zhou Country.
However, he couldn't say anything now.
Zhao Ji pondered for a moment." We will do as Cai Qing said. We will send another 100,000 troops to aid Tong Guan."
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