Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 130 Origin
"That's true!" Cui Hongdu returned the saber to Wang Wenzuo: "But the Tuhe family must be a very noble person if the chief executive can bring it with him. The chief executive bestows this saber on you, and you are also in the same boat as Sanlang." Good thing!"

"That's hard to say!" Wang Wenzuo handed the saber to Sancho, and said with a wry smile, "You didn't see that, the eyes of those Silla people all gathered at once, as if they were going to swallow me whole, goosebumps The pimples are all up!"

"This precious sword belongs to someone else, and I would be greedy if I change it!" He Bayong interjected, "It's such a wonderful thing to get such a precious sword without being stared at for a few times!"

"That's true!"

It was dark and the crowd had already dispersed. Jin Renwen was sitting in front of the lamp, holding a book of "Hanshu" in his hand. Put all kinds of luxury goods, soft mattresses, silk pajamas, bronze charcoal basins to dispel the cold night breath, exquisite gilt oil lamps, a circle of exquisite silver cups around a jug of wine, neatly placed in a cypress box in the corner These are his clothes, books, Go, Guqin, and flute. Beside the entrance of the tent are his weapon rack and two sea dongqings.

"Your Highness!"

"Come in and talk!" Jin Renwen put down the book in his hand. The person who came was a middle-aged man with a strong figure. He bowed to Jin Renwen and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, the Goguryeo people on the other side are retreating to the mountain city. Even the night whistle was not released!"

"Oh? So lax?" Jin Renwen frowned, "How could this be?"

"I heard that because the Tang army approached the city of Pyongyang, the guards of the fortresses on the north bank of the Han River were transferred a lot, so when they learned that my army was gathering, the Goguryeo people fortified their walls and cleared their fields!"

"I see!" Jin Renwen nodded. With the technical conditions at that time, it was impossible for the Silla people to hide such a large-scale military operation from the Goguryeo people on the opposite side. If there was no movement, it would be a fraud.

"Your Highness!" The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I heard that you gave that treasured sword to the general of the Tang Army during the dinner. Isn't that too much?"

"Has it passed?" Jin Ren asked with a smile: "I think it's okay!"

"That was given to you by the Duke of England!"

Jin Ren asked: "So what, this knife was not originally owned by the British public. Isn't it normal for people to fight with me and me with others? How many people know the origin of this knife hanging on my waist? Why don't you take it?" It would be more useful to go out and send someone off!"

"It was given to the Duke of England by someone else?"

"Hmm! It's a long story for this story!" Jin Renwen smiled and began to talk in a low voice:
It turned out that the British Duke they mentioned was Li Ji, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty. He was a hero in the country when he was young. general.Li Mi came from a prominent family, and his ancestor was Li Bi, one of the Eight Pillar Kingdoms in the Western Wei Dynasty. Yuwen Taixing restored the old surname of Xianbei, and Li Bi was given the surname Tuhe clan. This knife was used by the head of the Tuhe clan. Li Ji buried him and took care of the funeral affairs, so the knife fell into his hands.

"So that's it! From this point of view, this knife is also an ominous thing. You may as well give it to someone else, Your Highness!"

"Swords and swords are things that kill life, why is there such an unknown?" Jin Ren asked with a smile: "I am in a really embarrassing situation when I return to the country to lead the army. If my guess is correct, my brother and Jin Yuxin will definitely put people in the army. , I thought to monitor my eyes and ears, and even make a sudden incident when necessary, so as to avoid future troubles. In the end, I gave the sword to the captain of the Tang Dynasty, in the end, it was just throwing stones to ask for directions, to see what happened, so as to be prepared!"

"Transporting grain to Pyongyang is the military order of the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Could it be that the old man Jin Yuxin dares to obstruct it?" The middle-aged man was shocked and angry when he heard the words: "Isn't he afraid that the emperor will be angry and punish him?"

"Although the emperor of the Tang Dynasty is very powerful, how much is there in this land of Haidong?" Jin Renwen smiled self-consciously: "Besides, from the moment I went to Chang'an, I, Jin Renwen, was a superfluous person. Well, when my late father was around, I would still think about the love between father and son, but now that my late father has passed away and my elder brother succeeds to the throne, I and them are a nuisance that sticks in my throat, and I won't be surprised if they do anything!"

"Your Highness, why did you say that, you have made great contributions to Silla, and you are valued by the Emperor of Tang—"

"It's true that I and Silla have made great contributions, but as the king's younger brother, I don't want to reward you, haha!" Jin Renwen smiled: "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty values ​​me, but unfortunately he wants to use me as a check and balance Silla's bargaining chip, if there is a conflict between Silla and Datang in the future, then I will be the king of Silla and conquer the mother country. This is not a good thing!"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. As Jin Renwen said, from the day when Jin Chunqiu sent Jin Renwen to Chang'an as a hostage, Jin Renwen was actually redundant, no matter how long he was in Chang'an. Being favored and valued by the emperor, how many high-ranking officials and lords he got after returning to Silla, but in Silla and Tang Jinrenwen, they are actually bargaining chips that can be discarded at any time as long as the price is right.This feeling of walking on the edge of a blade and falling into the abyss at any time is really uncomfortable.

"Maybe this is the fate of being the second son. Everything belongs to the eldest son, even his own life!" Jin Ren asked with a long sigh: "It's getting late, I have to cross the river tomorrow, and I want to rest early, you Back off first!"

The wind mixed with fine snow hit Wang Wenzuo's face, causing a dull pain. He tried his best to put on a fearless look, straightened his spine, tightened his face, and looked at the other side of the river from time to time, as if everything was under control middle.

"Sanlang! The Silla people build bridges very fast!" Cui Hongdu lowered his voice, and looked warily at the Silla Hwarang who was the liaison officer not far away: "It only took half a day, and the first pontoon bridge was completed. Almost set up!"

"Not surprising!" Wang Wenzuo tightened his hood: "They and the Goguryeo people are feuds. They have been fighting along this river for decades. If they can't even build a pontoon bridge, it's better to find a bridge Just hit yourself to death with a stone!"

"Sanlang! I mean, if Goguryeo is destroyed, wouldn't the people of Silla be next to me? Then—" At this time, the gaze of the Silla Hwarang turned, and Cui Hongdu had to shut up and put on a face. As if nothing had happened.

"Well, it's good that you can think of these things!" Wang Wenzuo nodded to that Silla Hwarang, and after he turned his head away, he continued, "But the wild geese are still flying in the sky, so it's not too early to think about stewing or roasting? "

(End of this chapter)