The Rise of the Marquis

Chapter 4
Along the way, Wang Jian could clearly hear the whispers of people around him, and his father Du Yanghou was talking to several people on the tower.

"The trash is back..."

"Stay away, you never know when he will go crazy..."

"If we inherit the title in the future, we will have a hard time living..."

……

Along the way, he could hear the people around him discussing in low voices in the distance, most of which were not good, and Wang Jian couldn't help complaining that he had already been hated by others before, and it was really not easy.

……

Back to my separate house in the north, it is not big here, because Boulevard is a border fort, mainly for defense against the Han army in the west, most of the ordinary soldiers stationed are in various camps outside the fort, only officers and family relatives Soldiers can only be stationed in the fortress, and being able to live in a separate house is already top-level treatment.

There was nothing in the room but beds, a table, and a weapon rack for armor and weapons.

After a while, Congren's slaves brought food carefully, a large bowl of corn, half a small bowl of mutton and a pot of honey water, which were placed on the table.

Wang Jian threw the sword on the table casually, and said naturally, "Thank you!"

Unexpectedly, the Cong Ren slave was so frightened that he prostrated himself on the ground, trembling.

Wang Jian was taken aback, and immediately understood what was wrong, and changed his words: "Get out! Boil me the water, I want to take a bath, who dares to disturb, I will break his leg!"

The thin slave was not afraid, nodded repeatedly, and then left with the wooden tray.

"It's hard to be a good man."

Turning his head and wolfing down his food, he drank a gulp of honey water to replenish water, peeled off the outer leather armor, and put it on the rack outside the house to dry, to get rid of the rotten smell of sweat, and threw the light black satin bunt on the rack behind him , Then the consciousness unfolded, monitoring all the movements within a hundred steps around, and began to prepare to deal with the green beards brought back.

At the moment, we can only use the simplest method, which is to try it externally.

There is no other way, better processing is alchemy, there is no condition at all, even refining can't be done, this waste's physical foundation is extremely poor, cultivation is hopeless, only the most violent and primitive method can be used.But for this matter, Wang Jian was not disappointed, but felt a sense of relief.

There is a vegetable garden in the backyard. At the foot of the fence, there is a small firewood house on the north side. There is a large wooden barrel on one side, which is used to boil water for bathing. Only the Marquis and his family can enjoy it.

When he was full, the slave came in cautiously and told him: "Young master, the hot water is ready."

Wang Jian nodded: "Wash my clothes and wipe my armor. There is no one waiting over there." In order to distract the people around him.

Then he went to the backyard by himself. The water in the wooden barrel was boiled just right. Wang Jian rubbed a handful of green mustard until it turned black, and the juice flowed out. An unpleasant smell filled his palms, and then threw it into the wooden barrel.

Then he stripped naked and climbed into the wooden barrel, and soon, after a quarter of an hour or so, severe stinging pain began to spread all over his body, as if his bones were broken, his skin and flesh were separated, and the surging medicinal power was rampant in his body, unscrupulous!

It may be difficult for others to perceive it, but he can clearly perceive it. The violent and violent spiritual power is rushing around under his skin, as if to tear his whole body from the inside out. He tried his best not to feel the severe pain, but he still couldn't. There is no way to avoid the feedback given by the brain.Because of his poor physical aptitude, it was difficult to regulate the vigorous aura in his body, so he could only grit his teeth and give up.

And he underestimated the herbs in this world, because the aura is rich, and the green mustard growing in the environment of this world contains more spiritual power than expected, and the pain it brings also exceeds expectations.
"Fuck!" Miscalculation, he really didn't think carefully, he didn't think carefully that this world is different from the earth, so the things bred must be different, but it's too late to regret it now.

He was already agitated by the needle-like pain all over his body, and he was about to faint. Soon, he couldn't stand the anti-rolling pain and spit out all the food he ate just now. The pain made him curse his mother.

Finally, he also became ruthless, and he was dead, anyway, after a while, I will fight!

So he simply found a wooden stick and bit his mouth to prevent biting his tongue, sat on his hands with his buttocks, and pressed himself tightly into the bucket to prevent himself from jumping out due to an instinctive reaction.

The wind whimpered on the top of the main building of Boulevard Castle, and the pigeons that delivered the letter rested on the eaves after a long journey. The endless sounds came from the statues at the four corners of the eaves.

It is dark and unique, and it is hard to see clearly under the erosion of wind and rain, but it can be generally seen that it is a totem with a human face and a cow body.

The most important thing in the country is to sacrifice to the Rong, and that Tuteng is the master of mountains and mountains worshiped by the Zhao people.

The spiral staircase of the tower goes up layer by layer, and at the top is a two-story tower, where swallows build their nests, condensed white stone frost, and white bird droppings are sprinkled on it.

At the top of the tower is a huge beacon tower, and below it is a square room with small windows on all sides, inside which are placed maps and sand tables, guarded by guards wearing rhinoceros armor.

Duyang Hou Wang Lie, who is said to be the descendant of the pre-Qin general family, there are also rumors that they have nothing to do with the general family of the Qin State who swept the kingdoms, but it is just a borrowed name. In any case, its status in the Zhao State was established by war .

Resisting the invasion of Loufan and other nomadic tribes, and defending against the Han Dynasty at the border all the year round, no one can shake his position.

Wang Lie is only fifty, but he has lived in the battlefield all year round, and the years have left too many marks on his body. His temples are already gray, and his tall and broad frame can vaguely show the bravery of the year, but his back is a little rickety.

After quietly listening to Wu Yi's report, he looked at the shriveled and smelly alien head on the table, with a stern expression on his face.

Time passed by, the wind whimpered, and the pigeons cooed. Wang Lie didn't speak, and finally said: "Send someone to tell the Secretary of State about this matter, and use lime to bring these two heads there."

The counselor waiting on the side understood, nodded and went to draft the letter, and then took the head of the stranger with his own soldiers and went downstairs to find someone to do something.

"Wu Tongbing, gather all scouts before dark tomorrow."

"promise!"

Then he said to another commander who was a little thinner behind him: "Respect Commander, responsible for summoning the soldiers."

"promise!"

After the two took orders, they went down the tower back and forth.

In the State of Zhao, the military service system was still dominated by the Tiger Talisman system during the Warring States Period. Half of the Tiger Talismans were in the hands of the monarch, who would "voluntarily" hand them over to the ruling secretary of the wheel seat, and the other half of the Tiger Talismans were in the hands of the local nobles.

For example, Wang Lie has half of the tiger charms in his hand, but there are strict restrictions on the use of tiger charms.

One situation is that there is a big war that requires conscription. If you want to conscript more than 50 soldiers, you must have the other half of the tiger talisman in the hands of the monarch to approve it.

The other is that there is a beacon alarm, and you can take immediate action without waiting for the king's tiger charm, and then report to the king after that.

However, in addition to conscription, big nobles like Wang Lie also have retainers, and the family's private soldiers can be deployed directly by themselves without the king's tiger charm.

Now in such a special situation, it is not clear whether the other party still has a large army, and if they do not understand their motives, naturally they cannot ignite the flames.Before the situation is clarified, it is not easy to ask the Secretary of State for the Tiger Talisman Conscription, so you can only call the family's private soldiers.

It was not until the two commanders left that Wang Lie looked at the sorceress who had been sitting in the window at the back of the tower. She had been sitting there when the men were standing and talking just now.

Wang Lie tried his best to ease his expressionless face, looking less stern, but it was still unattractive, "Princess, what do you think of dogs?"

The sorceress did not answer directly, and glanced at the large undulating mountains in the distance outside the small window.

In the Boulevard, only the Marquis knows her identity. She is not simply a diner of Duyanghou's family. Her real name is Liu Yu and she is also a princess of the Han Dynasty. It's just that she has a special status and a mission.

For the Han Dynasty, Du Yanghou, who guarded the border and held a heavy army, was an important figure, while the puppet King Zhao in Handan was worthless.

Taoyuan is full of clouds and mist, and the strong fortress between the two mountains is the hope of the Han Empire.

"We need reliable allies, not trash." She was about to refuse mercilessly, and then thought of the life-saving grace of that dude, even if he did it unintentionally, it was an irrefutable life-saving grace.

So he eased his tone, "We need a reliable ally, your son. We still don't have the time."

After deliberating, the Marquis said, "I believe that the dog can change his past, if the princess has any dissatisfaction, you can tell me in private, and I will personally teach him a lesson without mercy."

Then he changed the subject again, with a serious look on his grizzled old face, "But before that, this Marquis must make it clear that everyone in the world knows the strength and methods of the Han Dynasty, and no one is not afraid, and so am I.

But Jianer is my only son, his safety, his future status and rights are all prerequisites for our cooperation. "

Liu Yu heard Marquis' voice-over, "In this case, I understand."

However, when she was about to turn around and go downstairs, she turned her head at the spiral staircase, stroking the mahogany sword at her waist with her left hand, "We also hope to have an ally who won't hide behind the city wall and follow the wind, otherwise nothing can be guaranteed."

The Marquis nodded, and only heard the sound of footsteps going downstairs. Only when the footsteps disappeared completely, Marquis Duyang heaved a sigh of relief, went to the table and sat down on the mahogany chair.

That's right, his disciple Liu Yu, a sorcerer, is a hidden emissary of the Han Dynasty, and he is not an ordinary emissary. A big curtain is about to be opened, but many people don't realize it.

The death of the eldest son Wang Kun had already begun last year. He had tried his best to mediate, but the stupid and ignorant second son, his only heir, was still stupid and ignorant.

The flying swallows in the distance were returning home neatly, crossing a beautiful arc, and landed precisely on the high tower. The neat and vigorous Guiyan reminded him of Liu Yu who was pressing on him every step of the way just now—a hero born out of a boy.

Thinking of his own son who was about the same age, compared with the two, he was so angry that he almost threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

Soon some personal soldiers hurried up to report: "It's not good, my lord, the young master has passed out!"

Wang Lie got up, smashed the teacup on the table.
(End of this chapter)