A cross-strait march between countries is fixed in the staggered between the two cups of wine.

Yan Guo paid the road from the Great Shuchuan Shu to the first line of Xianzhou, Yanshan, Mizha and Seoul, and could get 30% of Cao Wei's troves from the Peacock Dynasty.

In order to let Cao Wei get rid of the situation of being forced to die as soon as possible, Yang Qi not only promised to borrow to him, but also promised to provide a number of second-generation firearms to him.

Compared with the previous generation of artillery provided by Yanguo to the Great Shu and the Great Jin Kingdom, the second generation of firearms includes convenient light guns, fire rope guns, explosive packs, and earth mines.

From the equipment comparison, equipped with the second generation of firearms of the great Shu national soldiers, the combat effectiveness will be hundreds of times stronger than before.

Of course, although Yang Qi and Cao Wei are close, he cannot make Cao Wei's soldiers and horses more combat than the Yan army.

Yan Jun has already been equipped with the fifth generation of firearms, the fifth generation of firearms contains a wider range, its combat effectiveness is higher than the second generation of firearms more than one stubble, delivered to Cao Wei's second-generation firearms, or before the Shen Air Force eliminated.

With the continuous upgrading of weapons, the upgrading of weapons and equipment has also accelerated.

Every time the whole army replaces equipment, it consumes a lot of money in the national treasury.

Yang Qi is through this second-use means, the elimination of firearms sold to the two countries, to complete the upgrading of Yan's military weapons.

In a word, it is to use other people's money to continuously strengthen their armaments.

The pressure to replace the armaments has shifted to the two countries.

Of course, the two countries are not fools, they naturally know that the Yan country is using their money to continuously strengthen themselves.

But all the skills of firearms are basically in the hands of Yan.

Although they have also sent people to study it secretly, they are still in the most primitive stage of the most fundamental ironmaking technology and the production of gunpowder.

In the absence of the black gunpowder into yellow gunpowder, what they imitated did not achieve the power of the Yanguo firearms.

And the cost of their research and development is much higher than the cost of buying firearms from Yanguo.

After measuring the cost performance, they decisively gave up research and development, but chose to continue to buy firearms from Yan.

In this way, their dependence on Yan will become stronger, and as for the means of Yan's pressure transfer, they pretend not to see it.

It is worth mentioning that although the two countries have a peep into the skills of Yanguo firearms production, they have never produced a stolen or purchased mind.

Between the three countries, it is an ally linked by kinship.

Theft of Yan's firearms production skills can easily undermine this alliance.

There is no money to buy skills, because of the consciousness of the two countries.

Cao and folded behind Dajin, both of them were transformed from their families, and they had their own way of doing things.

Unless it is to take advantage of the fire, it is impossible to spend money to buy other people's core skills from others.

They just understood this, so they did not open their mouth to buy firearms production skills from Yang.

Yang Qi was willing to sell a batch of firearms to Cao Wei in private, and did not pass through the official of the Great Shu State, which was a great good news for Cao Wei.

Cao Wei was grateful and took Yang Qi to drink a lot of wine together.

Until you fill yourself with two red hairs and faint.

He refused Yang Qi's help, grinned out of the royal study, brought a little guy from outside the royal study, threw it in front of Yang Qi, fell to the ground, drunk fainted past.

The little guy was only six years old, two feet tall, wearing a stud, pink and tender face, a pair of big, slippery eyes, with a hint of shyness, a hint of curiosity, blinking at Yang Qi.

“Oh, oh.”

Just when Yang Qi looked at the little guy, Cao Wei's mouth, which fell at the little guy's feet, spit out, and bubbled in his mouth.

Yang Qi hit a trembling all over his body.

The little guy disliked a slight side of his feet, saw Yang Qi look at him, and immediately stopped.

“Chen Lin!”

Yang 7 shouted in a low voice.

Chen Lin threw the dust, trotted into the royal study, saw lying on the ground like a dead dog Cao Wei, his face floated a bitter smile.

“Fork out, throw it in the soup pool, and give him a good sobering drink.”Then let me clean up the library.”

Yang Qi looked at Cao Wei, who was vomiting bubble, did not hide the dislike on his face, and almost ordered Chen Lin with a roaring voice.

Chen Lin hurriedly nodded and accepted a sentence, and then found the palace to clean up the ground, and he let the royal guard leave Cao Wei away from the royal study.

The guards drove away Cao Wei, and after the palace cleaned up the royal study, they also retreated to the door.

There are two people left in the library, Yang 7 and the little guy.

The little guy looks a little restrained.

Yang Qi looked at the little guy again and said hesitantly, “Are you... a girl or a boy?”

The little guy stood, the little face was a little red, he tugged at his head and said, “I... I am a boy...”

Although the little guy is a boy's dress, but the powder is tender, as shy and beautiful as a girl, so that Yang Qi gave birth to some illusion.

Yang Qi looked up at the door and said, “Was that your father?”

The little boy shook his head slightly, “My uncle Wang...”

Yang Qi frowned and asked, “You are not his son, so what did he throw you to me?”

The little guy pouted, hesitated for a long time, and swallowed and vomit: "My royal grandfather and uncle Wang said, before I was born, you will set me up as your disciple."

This time, Uncle Wang sent me to the master at the command of the emperor's grandfather."

Yang Qi heard a little dazed, his eyes kept blinking, searching for the memory in his mind.

When did he say that he was going to take care of his family?

In the history of the Cao family, there are only Cao Wei Cao Baochen.

Cao Baochen has been transferred by him, Cao family and who can be more powerful than Cao Baochen, worthy of his own teaching?

Yang Qi fox looked at the little guy suspiciously, and the little guy looked at the nervousness.

"What's your name?"“Who is your father?”

The little guy saluted Yang Qi at a glance, "Return to Uncle's words, the boy's name is Cao Yu, and the father of the family Cao Wei..."

“Uncle?Cao Yi?Cao Ying?”

Yang Qi repeated his name for himself, as well as the names of the two people in his mouth.

Half-way through, he looked at the little guy with amazement and said, “You say your name is Cao Yi?”

The little guy didn’t understand why his uncle had this reaction, and he nodded hesitantly.

“You are Cao Liang...”

Yang Qi sighed, raising his hand on the little guy's head and was happy.

I had a short time in my head and forgot about it.

From the historical point of view, this little guy is also a lucky person who relies on his sister's rich, and there is nothing to praise.

But from the altar of God, this little guy is one of the eight-hole fairy.

Cao Liao Cao Guo.

Although Yang Qi has lived in this world for many years, he has not seen anything.

But to teach the gods the bad taste, he still has.

Cao Yu's small body struggled, wanting to get out of the seven palms of Yang's arms.

He didn’t understand why Yang Qi called him Cao Jingxie.

But he hated Yang 7 playing with his head.

He was weak with that little strength, even Yang's seven small thumbs could not be pressed, and could only be played by people holding their heads in one hand.

Yang Qi did not bully the little guy too hard, but after the bad taste confused the fairy's hair, he said to him: "Go to the royal garden, find your brothers to play."

Cao Yu was relieved and fled from the library.

After Cao Yu left, Yang Qigang returned to the dragon chair to sit down, and before he sat firmly, he heard a burst of crying from the door.

Without waiting for him to ask, he saw a man with a large waist circle and black and white hair entering the royal study.

That huge body, crying like a moon baby, strange and contrary.

“Hmmmed”

The man fell to his knees and cried out, "Foreign minister, see His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Yan."

Yang Qi was startled, hurried up, rushed to the side of the folding emperor, and picked him up, "uncle, what are you doing?"Although my nephew is now the honor of a country, I am still a nephew in front of you.

What's more, Yan Guo has already canceled his kneel, and you an elder kneeling at me, I'm going to die."

Yang Qi helped the huge body of the folding king to get up, folded the emperor's pair of tiger claws, grabbed his arm, and howled: "Seven Lang, uncle can't live!"

Yang Qi laughed and calmed him and sat down, asking, "What are you saying, you are now the king of the Great Jin Kingdom, the king's brother, who can make you live."

He grabbed Yang Qi and cried, “Seven Lang, you only know one, I don’t know the other two.”In the eyes of others, uncle, the great king of Jin Han, holds half a million troops in his hand, and has the wind on all sides.But in fact, uncle, I am not far from death."

Yang Qi was stunned and said, “How do you say this?”

The poor pug looked at Yang Qi, "Uncle told you the truth, can you take my uncle to stay in Yan Guo."

Looking at a person who is two rounds older than himself, Yang Qi really can't stand it.

He grinned and frowned, “First you talk about it...”

He said, “You don’t know, you’re right, your heart is black.”In the past, when I was in the state, my uncle took care of him in every way, and loved him, he was not my son, but I treated him like a parent and son.

But since he was canonized as a prince, his heart has darkened under the demagogues of the civilists.

He saw that your uncle was old, and he thought that my brother-in-law was a threat to his throne, so he put his black hand on me.

Before and after sent 16 killers, one by one, they rushed to my life.

The worst part of it was that my old life was almost gone.”

In the middle of the cry, the king set off his sleeves and exposed a leopard scar on it, with purple and black on it, and there was pus water flowing.

Fang Yuqing pointed to the scar and cried, "This is your uncle and I was assassinated on the way to Yanjing City, and if it were not for my guards, I would have confessed my life."

The boy was so vicious that he used poison."

Yang Qi was also shocked by the scar on the arm of Yuqing, the knife was deep, obviously coated with poison, the stench of the wound, he could clearly smell it.

“This is a terrible way, how hard?”

Yang Qi exclaimed, shouting: "Chen Lin, quickly, pass on the doctor, come to help my uncle to diagnose and treat."

Look at the scars and poisoning in the hands of the folding king, and then do not pull the poison, I am afraid that this bladder will be scrapped.

The king said bitterly, "Six Lang, you must promise to save your uncle, you don't save your uncle, your uncle's arm is not a doctor, it is useless."

Yang’s eyebrows became a word.

“Uncle, as far as I know, my brother is a quiet, straight-talking person.How could he do such a bad thing?”

He immediately rolled his eyes and howled, “Do you think that I am an uncle, deliberately playing a bitter meat plan and framing him?”

Yang Qi awkwardly waved, “That’s ... that’s not...”

"You said that the boy was silent and straight, that was before, and the boy was pretending well."Now he became a prince, and instigated by the servants, his nature was exposed.The wound is the best proof.”

“If that’s the case, then I’m not going to die.The strength of a nephew now, to shelter you in the kingdom of Yan, and he will not be afraid to stab him in front of his nephew."

“My nephew!You are the living bodhisattva of salvation.”

“I don’t believe in Buddha, and I don’t believe in Buddha.”

“...”

He received the promise of Yang Qi's asylum, and the king's king did not continue to howl, and his expression eased a lot.

Under the conscription of Yang Qi, the Fahai royal doctor was late.

“See your majesty...”

"Don't talk about those garlic, look at my uncle's wounds."

After Fahai arched his hand, let the folding king open his sleeve, look at the purple wound, and took a cold breath.

“What a tough poison...”

He licked his mouth and didn’t say anything.

Yang Qian frowned and asked, “Do you have a doctor?”

Fahai nodded and solemnly said, "There is a doctor, but you have to pluck a large piece of meat on your arm."

“Then do it.”

With Yang's seven heads of consent, Fahai sealed the pain on the folded man's arm with two silver needles, and the blood, and began to move the knife to purse the flesh.

The French foot purified more than three or two meats from the folded Yuqing's arm, and removed the poison on his arm.

Then, after sprinkling a layer of hemorrhagic muscle powder, he filled the wound with herbs and then wrapped the wound with gauze.

After the treatment was properly handled, the Fa Haijun was a courtesy and left the royal study.

Although Fahai sealed the pain of folding the king with a silver needle, he still sweated cold on his forehead.

When the meat was poking, the blood stained the carpet under his feet.

Looking at the deep wound, the blood of Yinhong, Yang Qi had no doubt about his words.

The face of the folding is pale, the mouth is trembling, and the anger is weak: "Six Lang, uncle just thought for a moment, you just shelter me alone, I am afraid it is wrong."My uncle is in Da Jin, and there are thousands of confidant brothers.

If the uncle is gone, they will not be better when they stay in the big Jin.

If they were killed by your brother, uncle would be uneasy.”