Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 129 Gift of the Knife
Everyone responded with a bang, and filed out. At the end of the line were hundreds of mules and horses carrying luggage, including twelve "scorpions".Above Wang Wenzuo's head, the big crimson flag was flapping and rattling by the oncoming north wind until it was frozen by the falling snowflakes, like a huge piece of pork jelly.

On the hill overlooking the Han River, a richly decorated brocade tent was erected. Two long poles were erected, and the banners of "Tang Shenqiu Dao Marching General Manager Jin" and "Silla Dazhuang General" were hung on the top of the poles. , Jin Renwen was in the tent, having dinner with his main generals.

When Wang Wenzuo arrived, it was already late, and he was sore after bumping on the horse for a long time.He gritted his teeth and climbed up to the top of the hill along the slope. He noticed that all the Silla guards on both sides of the road were well-armored and handsome. He thought to himself that these should be the famous "Hwarangs", right?

"Tang Zhechong's other general——, please—"

Due to the strong wind, the voice of the Silla officer who passed on Wang Wenzuo's speech sounded intermittent and a little funny. Wang Wenzuo, who was waiting to meet him, habitually observed the surrounding terrain: Although due to the angle, he could not overlook the whole picture, but it should be said that Jin Renwen chose a good location. The Han River has turned a bend here, and the flow of the river has obviously slowed down. It is a natural ferry.And this mound is the commanding heights of the surrounding area. Standing on the top of the mound, not only can you overlook the situation on the south bank of the Han River for a radius of more than ten miles, but even the movement on the north bank of the Han River cannot escape his eyes.Seeing this, Wang Wenzuo couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, at least this time he doesn't have to work under an incompetent person.

"Lieutenant Wang, please!" The Silla officer's accent was very heavy. Wang Wenzuo didn't hear what the other party said clearly, but acted according to the other party's gestures. He tidied up his appearance a little, and followed the Silla officer. Behind the officer, he walked into the tent, stopped seven or eight steps away from the leader, and saluted with crossed hands: "The last general, Qingzhou Mansion Zhechong Mansion General Wang Wenzuo, will see the Chief Executive!"

"Lieutenant Wang, no courtesy, sit down!"

"What a pure Luoxia accent, at least you can't tell from the accent that you are from Silla!" Wang Wenzuo thought to himself, took two steps back carefully, and sat down on a low table closest to the entrance of the tent. He thought it was Jin Renwen's humiliation to him. If Wang Wenzuo was not the supreme commander of the Tang army in Baekje, he probably wouldn't even be qualified to enter this tent. Ren asked about the identity of the younger brother of the Silla king, and he was also a general of the left leader of the army (from the third rank) in the empire. To be able to give a position at the door of a tent is considered an exceptional compliment.

As soon as Wang Wenzuo sat down firmly, someone delivered the meals—mainly barbecue meat. It should be said that the chef was skilled. The skin of the meat was roasted golden and crisp, crackling under the blade, and the hot oil flowed down along the blade. Wang Wenzuo I felt my saliva profusely coming out.

"Lieutenant Wang, I heard that you defeated a group of Mohe people before. Is this true?"

Wang Wenzuo raised his head subconsciously, and then realized that he was calling himself—he was the only Tang man in the tent, so he had to temporarily put down the dagger in his hand, stood up, faced his superiors, and saluted with crossed hands: "Report to the chief executive, There is indeed such a thing!"

"Very good!" Jin Renwen smiled, and stretched out his right hand to call: "Come closer!"

Wang Wenzuo took two steps forward, and stopped five or six steps away from Jin Renwen.

"Come closer!"

Wang Wenzuo was slightly taken aback. At that time, it was not far from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and China was still in an aristocratic society. In the society, the distinction between scholars and commoners was extremely important, and the Li family was even regarded as the first family among the aristocrats. After all, like Lanling Xiao The ancestors of surnames, such as Bohai Gao, Wuchuan Yuwen, and Hongnong Yang, were also emperors. Cui Luwang and other surnames are no less glorious than the above-mentioned surnames in terms of history. Even in the "Clan Records" compiled in the early Tang Dynasty In ", the Li family in Longxi even ranks under Cui Lu and other surnames, forcing the emperor to intervene in person.The Silla Kingdom will only get worse. Under such circumstances, every move and every word and deed of people of different identities is bound by strict etiquette. A Silla prince like Jin Renwen, the distance between ordinary people when talking with him There are unwritten rules. If it is not a special case, getting too close will be considered rude and will be severely punished.

"It's okay, I have something to say to you soon!" Jin Renwen saw Wang Wenzuo's hesitation, smiled and waved, Wang Wenzuo took two steps forward, bowed and said: "What's the matter, please tell the chief! "

"Mohe is a Goguryeo dog and horse in the world. He took revenge for me and killed a lot of people. You did a good job this time!" Having said that, Jin Renwen untied the saber from his waist: "This is a gift from a friend when I was in Chang'an. Your precious sword, I will give it to you today, I hope you can continue to serve the emperor and kill the barbarians who resist the king's order!"

"Thank you for the sword!" Wang Wenzuo hurriedly raised his hands to receive the saber from the attendant, and bowed to thank him. The tent suddenly fell silent. An officer of the Tang army who appeared rashly.Wang Wenzuo also felt the abnormal atmosphere, held his breath, and took a few steps back to his seat.

Because it was before the army, the banquet ended quickly. Wang Wenzuo returned to his camp with his saber and told Cui Hongdu and He Bayong what happened at that time. Eye-opening.Wang Wenzuo had no choice but to take out the gift knife, Cui Hongdu drew the knife out of its sheath, and saw that the knife was as bright as snow, and the cold air was overwhelming. Looking closely at the fine pine flower-like scales on the knife, it was the trace left after thousands of times of forging, and he couldn't help but lose his voice. Zan said: "It's a good knife, I don't know how much effort the craftsman has spent, the chief manager is really good at measuring, if I change it, I will be reluctant!"

"Take a look with me too!" He Bayong snatched the knife from Cui Hongdu's hand and took a closer look, then suddenly asked, "Hey, what does the 'Tuhe clan' on the handle mean?"

Wang Wenzuo took the knife and saw the four words "Tuhe Clan" on the handle. He shook his head: "I don't know about that. It should be a knife from the Tuhe clan, right? I heard The chief executive has a lot of friends in Chang'an, so it should be a friend he made in Chang'an!"

"Tuhe?" He Bayong scratched the back of his head and asked, "Old Cui, have you heard of this surname?"

"Tuhe?" Cui Hongdu frowned: "I don't know, but it should be a Xianbei surname, just like yours!"

"Then that's a lot!" He Bayong said with a smile: "There are not many nobles in Chang'an City who don't have a Xianbei surname in their ancestors!"

(End of this chapter)