Zongwu: Your wife and I are really in love with each other.

Chapter 307 Changes in Mongolia

"Your Majesty!"

A monk wearing a lama Buddha came in from outside, his eyes serious.

As soon as he came in, he knelt down in front of King Ruyang without any hesitation.

His attitude was sincere and his face was full of respect.

It is not difficult to tell from their clothing that they should be Mongolian lamas.

King Ruyang looked at these people.

A sudden grin.

Then he said: "How come these masters have time to come to me? It really makes me shine."

The first monk said expressionlessly: "I think the prince spared our lives and spared the life of the holy monk."

"The holy monk is appointed by God. I have no right to decide the life and death of the holy monk. However, the current holy monk is very young and needs the help of talented people. Otherwise, he is likely to cause some anger and resentment. If you are punished by God for something you have done, it will not be worth the gain. "

Several great monks were still kowtowing.

Even though their foreheads were covered with blood, and even though the stone bricks on the ground had been cracked, King Ruyang was still looking at the military report in his hand as if he hadn't seen it.

After a long time, maybe the sound of Xian kowtowing was noisy.

King Ruyang waved his hand.

Several lamas immediately stopped kowtowing, and then King Ruyang said: "Since several masters have come to me, I can't kowtow here all the time. I want to see the holy monk, but I don't know if it is feasible."

Finally, he said decisively: "Holy monk, I also want to see the prince."

"I am busy with military duties and cannot leave here. Good night!"

The great monks looked at each other.

This King Ruyang is really overbearing.

From what he meant, did he want the holy monk to come and see him?

That was a holy monk, and no one on the entire plateau dared to disrespect him.

A single order can determine the lives and deaths of many people.

His status is not lower than that of King Ruyang at all. Even the Great Khan of Mongolia saw it and wanted to perform Buddhist rituals. But the King of Ruyang in front of him did not show the slightest respect. He was even more arrogant, saying that the holy monk was young and would go astray if there was no suitable person to guide him.

This is nonsense.

The wisdom of the holy monk is like the bright moon in the clear sky.

Where do you need help?

It seems that this rumor is true.

This King of Ruyang wants to be the Great Khan of the world.

He waved his hand again and said, "Everyone, you can go. I'll wait here for the holy monk to come."

The great monks could only sigh and agreed: "I'll wait and say goodbye!"

Wait until everyone has left the tent.

King Ruyang snorted coldly.

"It's really ridiculous for a bunch of pedantic people. How long has it been, and they are still here reminiscing about the past." As he spoke, he clapped his hands gently, and walked in from the door the next second There were several men wearing fur coats.

Each of these men is thin and skilled, and looks very shrewd, but there is a murderous look in his eyes that is similar to that of a tiger or a wolf. They are like wild beasts wandering in the wilderness. They look harmless to humans and animals. , but he was just looking for an opportunity, waiting for the critical moment to bite off a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Your Majesty!"

As soon as several people came in, they all knelt down faster than those monks.

But the attitude is obviously much better.

In comparison, the monks all felt coerced, but these men were all willing.

"Where does the red tape come from? Why do you kneel down? When is my great Mongolian son going to kneel down and talk?"

King Ruyang threw away the books in his hands and cursed at these people.

The men immediately stood up from the ground, but after they stood up, they didn't speak, and they didn't even have any intention of whispering to each other.

He just stood there with his head down, minding his own business, like a puppet.

King Ruyang scolded for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter... "Okay, okay, don't be surprised by honor or disgrace. It seems that you have studied well during this period!"

Patting the leading man's shoulder hard, King Ruyang said: "Do you know the purpose of calling you here?"

"My subordinates don't know!"

"You are the best scouts in my tent. They are also the best spies. You can track down a little fox on the vast grassland.

You can also ride across the entire grassland to track the enemy's presence... You are not just the best scouts I have.

He is also the best spy in Mongolia.

I will send someone to teach you Han culture.

I heard that you still have complaints? "

"Subordinate, I don't dare!"

Several people knelt down again.

"I told you, don't kneel down!" King Ruyang's tone suddenly became extremely cold, "I am going to send you to the Central Plains to be spies. You will be lurking for decades. During this period, you will not get any help. You can only rely on yourself... I understand that this is a challenge for you, and it is very likely that you will never have the opportunity to set foot on the grassland again. …”

Once again sending away a batch of laggards, King Ruyang pinched his forehead, and suddenly a person walked in outside the door. This person looked very similar to King Ruyang, but there was no difference between his eyebrows. Confucian atmosphere.

The decorations on the body are also in full Mongolian style.

Just dark skin. It looks like it has been exposed to wind and sun all the time.

His hands were also covered with calluses, and there was a riding crop hanging from his waist. After King Ruyang saw this person walking in. The expression on his face suddenly relaxed a lot.

"How's it going? Have you caught any prey recently?"

This man, who was very similar to King Ruyang, scratched his head very honestly.

"Mom, this grassland is too barren. There is nothing. I took the goshawk on the grassland for several days, and I only shot some foxes and rabbits. I couldn't even see a wolf. .

"King Ruyang laughed. My good son, my stupid son, this place is very close to Xiangyang, which was ruled by the Song people. The Song people were very greedy. There used to be a large number of deer and a large number of sheep here. At the same time, It also gave birth to countless wild wolves, but for a while there was a trend among Song people to be proud of wearing wolf coats, and everything changed.

Countless Song hunters entered the grasslands to hunt lone wolves.

The wolves were wiped out almost overnight.

These Song people are like wolves and ferocious beasts,

They have no idea that their wanton killing will cause any harm to the sheep on the grassland.

Wolves can eat sick and old sheep, thus keeping the flock healthy and energetic.

Wolves and sheep are symbiotic, but the people of the Song Dynasty did not know this. They slaughtered wolves wantonly just to obtain the fur from the wolves, and the sheep, without the control of the wolves, soon spread over a large area. The reproduction of the grassland has turned the entire grassland into wasteland and desert.

Moreover, since there were no wolves, they ate the sick sheep among the sheep, causing the sheep to be depleted in a plague, eventually turning this grassland into a dead land.

The people of Song Dynasty were like savage beasts and wolves. Compared with them, they were more greedy and unbridled. King Ruyang's tone gradually became unkind, saying: "They are like locusts, and the best way to deal with locusts is to kill them all." "

"When are we going to march again to bring bad luck to the Song people?"

King Ruyang shook his head.

"This time we are not looking for bad luck on them. This time we are going to take over the Central Plains. The land of the Song people is fertile, so they don't care about the ecology of the grassland. However, their court is corrupt and does not deserve to have such fertile land. We Mongolians have been Suffering setbacks and hardships on the grassland.

Houses and cities cannot be built on the grassland, so they can only live in tents. Endure the pain of dampness, bitter cold. However, if one day we can stay in Zhongyuan. We can have everything that people in the Song Dynasty can have. Our children will not have to struggle for food since they are born. We can also sit on the rice fields and look at the lush rice fields and enjoy the endless food. Yes, go down. "The man scratched his head but did not leave.

King Ruyang looked at his son with admiration in his eyes.

When he was young, he was used as a proton and sent to the Song Dynasty as a hostage.

This made his whole body filled with the aura of Confucianism that he hated so much.

Therefore, at this moment, he was full of love and joy for his son who was full of Mongolian flavor and said, "What's wrong? Do you have anything else to do?"

"Amma, the marriage between Min Mei and I."

King Ruyang was stunned for a moment, and his tone became cold and stiff: "This matter cannot be rushed. Since I promised you last time, I will naturally help you. But I don't understand why you only focus on Zhao Min? We Mongolians have so many good women, all of them have good figures and good temperaments. In addition, there are many women from the Song Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty in the Western Regions. You can choose them at your choice, but why do you just focus on them? Fucked a Zhao Min!"

The man seemed unable to notice the dissatisfaction in King Ruyang's words: "They are not interested. They think I am a rude person, so they pretend to be very vulgar and want to please me. As everyone knows, what I hate most is pretending. Although Min Mei has never given me a good look, her aura is the most unique. I once swore that I would rather marry Min Mei in this life than those who follow the trend. "The villain."

King Ruyang laughed again and waved his hand: "Okay, I understand. You can go down first. We will march again in two days."

"Amma, take your leave."

After his son also left the tent, King Ruyang's expression became calm again.

It was as if everything that had just happened had never happened.

He walked to the map next to him.

Although his son is deeply loved by himself, he does not have the ability to govern the world. Even if he helped him conquer the world, he would not be able to hold on to it. In fact, in his opinion, none of his descendants had the power of an emperor.

King Ruyang suddenly set his sights on the map of Xixia.

It's not that there isn't one, in fact there is one, but it's a pity that she is a girl.

He let out a long sigh.

Was he assimilated into the culture of the Song people?
It is impossible to accept the existence of people like the Wu family of the Tang Dynasty.

"Your Majesty!" Outside the door, a sergeant carrying a tray suddenly walked in, "It's time for dinner, Your Majesty."

"Just put it on the table."

King Ruyang did not look back.

But his eyes became cold.

The palm of his hand grasped the dagger between the cuffs without leaving any trace.

"Tah!"

The tray was placed on the table.

The tempting aroma of the food floats up.

A roasted lamb leg that was evenly cut and sprinkled with spices, along with a jug of wine and a dry-looking toasted bun.

It can be considered very rich.

"Put it there, I'll eat it later, you can go out."

The soldier who delivered the food did not go out, but silently pulled out the long knife at his waist.

There was an eerie silence in the tent.

King Ruyang suddenly moved.

The whole person was like a wild horse that ran away and crashed into the tent not far away. The dagger in his hand flew out from the cuff, like a bullet, and fired a person-high shot above the tent. There was a big hole, and he jumped out in a daze.

But the man behind him was faster.

Just taking one step forward, he was already behind King Ruyang.

At the same time, he grabbed King Ruyang's sleeve and pulled him back to the tent.

But what he didn't expect was that just when he pulled King Ruyang back to the tent, King Ruyang suddenly turned around. His whole body was like a folding switchblade, and the sharp dagger quickly inserted into the tent. This person's throat.

There was just a puff sound, the dagger moved from bottom to top, and with one strong stroke, the whole head flew out. Immediately afterwards, King Ruyang turned around and ran out of the tent again, but a large net flew towards him.

Caught off guard, he was caught head-on by the big net and couldn't move.

But he did not sit back and wait for death. Instead, he shouted that there was an assassin and waved his dagger to cut the net open again. This large cowhide net soaked in oil is like paper in front of this dagger.

It was cut immediately.

But what appeared directly in front was not reinforcements, but more than a dozen men wearing Mongolian armor and looking evil.

King Ruyang looked at them and immediately understood that he was going through a life and death test today.

However, he didn't have the slightest fear.

Because he knew that this was the Mongolian camp, and he only needed to withstand a few dozen breaths at most before the masters he supported would come to rescue him.

"Who would have thought that the famous Confucian scholar King Ruyang was actually a first-class master! This large net made of yak skin is so tough that even the first-class masters in the world cannot open it with both hands. Ordinary swords, guns and swords The halberd couldn't damage it at all, but you just cut it in half."

(End of this chapter)