At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

Feng Sen shook his head and said: "Hadrad's rebellion is inevitable, and his failure is also inevitable.

Originally, I was a diner at this table, but because of my own arrogance and impulsiveness, I became a spectator.

If Charlie's people find the vault, I get nothing, and the plan is equivalent to a failure. Only when I find and control the vault, can I get at least half of it.

For this, I need a reliable soldier, and it must be hidden, and the final word will be finalized.

I originally wanted to hide the soldier's women's clothing in the queen's team, but that was based on the fact that the relationship between the two parties was broken on the surface but they were still cooperating inside.

But now, if it is someone else, I can still say that I have abandoned the past, but based on my understanding of the Queen, I am afraid that this matter will not end well. "

"No no no." Li Baojing shook his head and said, "Jie Shuai, you have to think about it, what is your most fundamental pursuit? At this time, let's not talk about loyalty and integrity. How about we be honest with each other?"

"Uh." Feng Sen's eyes immediately became strange.

On the other hand, Li Baojing was full of doubts: "What's wrong with being honest?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's good to be honest with each other, I like to be honest with each other." Feng Sen immediately replied solemnly, "You are right, I do have great ambitions."

"Okay, since you are pursuing great ambitions, you should understand that the so-called treasury and the so-called Thuringia are just a process, a means, as long as the ultimate goal can be achieved, so what?

We have to see what is the most fundamental thing. The root of this matter is not what you think. Jie Shuai, what you are good at is cutting messes quickly, not peeling cocoons.

What does it matter if the plan cannot be carried out?What does it matter if you lose your vault?Your ultimate goal should be to take down Thuringia. The so-called treasury is just incidental, isn't it?

Your ultimate goal is to open the road to Thuringia, but you have affected the main purpose for the so-called treasury. Isn't this a small loss?Isn't this worth the alarm?

Jie Shuai, don't use the so-called opening up business routes to perfuse me. I have already seen that Thuringia blocked your expansion road, and soldiers would be dissatisfied with no war. From the beginning, you drilled into In the horns. "

"Did I get into the horns?" Feng Sen seemed to ask Li Baojing, but also seemed to be asking himself.

Straightening up, Li Baojing recalled: "I vaguely remember that when I was your secretary, you were planning this matter, and I have already seen that your goal is not Thuringia at all, but Bavaria.

If I'm not mistaken, your ultimate goal should be Rome, the place of kingly order comparable to Chang'an in the Central Plains.

Because from Saxony, Thuringia and Bavaria are the way to go, am I right? "

At this moment, Feng Sen began to have fun: "You know this, you know too much, don't you be afraid..."

"You are a hero, a character like Liu Jinu." Li Baojing pursed his lips and laughed, "Why are you fussing with a little girl like me?"

Feng Sen said with a smile: "Your appearance just now can be compared to Chen Gongfang Xuanming, how can you be treated as a little girl?"

"Then, would my lord want to hear my thoughts?" Li Baojing's tone was a little uncontrollably excited.

"Say."

"Jie Shuai, if we want to win Thuringia, we don't have to win it completely. When I play Go with my father, we only need to maintain a half-goal lead in every move. In most cases, we can win.

All you want is the right of passage in Thuringia, and you are definitely not the opponent of Malagiji in these plots and schemes. In this case, don't fight with them in this regard, but pull them into the field you are familiar with.

Now, we have made it clear that compared with Thuringia's strategic location, any treasury is secondary, in other words..."

Speaking of this, Feng Sen came to his senses: "In other words, I was originally a diner who wanted to eat delicious food, as well as a table and exquisite tableware, and so did Charlie.

So now that I have become a spectator, I can no longer eat delicious food, but I can lift the table and let everyone come to the ground and fight to eat with me. No matter what the final meal is, it is better to have a few bites than none at all. "

"Good advice!" Li Baojing stood up and bowed to Feng Sen.

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After taking three hot baths, Fastrada stared at the bronze mirror, constantly observing the broken teeth in his mouth.

Behind her, Charlie gnawed on the cabbage nonchalantly: "Didn't you just fall? What's the matter?"

Fastelada suppressed his anger and showed a charming smile: "It's nothing, it's just a broken tooth, it's not worth your asking."

"It's really not worth my asking." Charlie said very straight, "Hey, try the cabbage here, it's sweet and watery, and ask Feng Sen to send more to the court later."

In this era, even cabbage can be classified as a fruit.

"Your Highness, I asked if the shaft of the car was broken. I asked if it was broken due to damp. Fortunately, I am not pregnant, otherwise something will happen." Fastrada's face was soft, but he tightly grasped the hem of his clothes. Still exposed her heart.

Charlie said nonchalantly, "Aren't you pregnant?"

He walked up to Fastrada, held her face and said, "As long as you don't open your mouth, isn't there any problem?"

With his toes clenched, Fastrada smiled: "After all, this happened in the duchy of Saxony. I think it is necessary to give him some warning."

"You think Anthony did it?"

"Yes."

"Who told you that?"

"I found out myself..."

"Who told you?" Charlie's voice was so low that it seemed to be roaring.

"...Malajiji, it's Malajiji, he said it all."

"Well, I see." Charlie took off his coat and threw it on a hanger aside, "You have been here many times, how do you think Anthony's Duke is doing?"

"Saxony is very prosperous. Many places in Frankland are not as prosperous as here."

"Isn't this Frank?"

Fastelada didn't answer.

After taking off all his coats, Charlie closed the window, walked to the bed, and patted the big bed: "Since we are not pregnant, let's get pregnant with one."

Chapter 312 The Banquet and the Jews

In the banquet hall, the blazing light from the stove turned everything orange.

The hall was full of local nobles from Saxony, as well as nobles from all over the Frankish kingdom who accompanied the king on his travels.

The sound of noisy conversations, the shouting of the head maid, and the scolding sound of the housekeeper, kept coming and going in the dimly lit room.

In front of the long fir pillars, members of the nobles and the royal family wore robes and belts with tassels of various colors around their waists, constantly ranking according to the new arrivals.

This position needs to be sorted according to status and title, which also includes the degree of closeness to Charlie and special status. The whole process is extremely complicated. In Feng Sen's eyes, it is almost as good as the master of dancing.

No wonder Charlie had to run around with a bunch of servants and housekeepers, without these journeymen the process would have been a disaster.

Chefs and servants are like bees, shuttling back and forth between the seats and screens. They arrange benches, silverware, wine glasses, plates and other necessary utensils, and serve the nobles one by one the pre-dinner desserts.

On the dining table, there are not only traditional roast suckling pig, but also the local specialty pork knuckle with sauerkraut. A few hungry little nobles are holding hamburgers to feast on. The clams and mutton fried in an iron pan are very popular among the nobles.

Different from ordinary Frankish banquets, the host of the banquet prepared a pair of chopsticks in addition to knives and napkins for everyone. After all, if some hot dishes were fried, half of the nobles today would be scalded if they were handled by hand.

Considering that some nobles don't know how to use chopsticks, Feng Sen also thoughtfully equipped with Slavic female slaves, most of whom were looted from Pomerania.

The minstrels played the lute, but they played minor tunes from the Central Plains, while a group of blond-haired Slavic female slaves danced the Central Plains silk and bamboo dances.

At the table, guests poured wine, shared their stories loudly, and socialized by introducing their families and backgrounds.

As a member of the Carolingian family, Feng Sen sat very close to Charlie. From his position, he could even see the faint bruises on the corners of the queen's mouth and neck, which seemed to have been covered with lead powder.

"Incomparably delicious, incomparably delicious!" Charlie used a knife to spread oyster sauce on the barbecue meat as a jam, put it on the stove in front of him to smoke, sprinkle some pepper powder, and then tasted it.

Feng Sen, on the other hand, completely got rid of the previous thinking dilemma, and sat in his seat as usual.

"Your Highness, eating too much oyster sauce and meat is not a good thing. When you get old, your bones will hurt." Seeing Charlie eating oyster sauce without restraint, Feng Sen leaned over and put on a concerned attitude.

"No matter who is old, his bones will ache, unless the heavenly father descends to earth." Charlie took another bite of his flesh with some displeasure.

Feng Sen stopped talking.

As a monarch, Charlie didn't have any bad habits. It was nothing more than good meat. The first was the meat of women, and the second was the meat of animals.

According to the "Biography of Charles the Great", Charlie had to eat meat for every meal. Although there is no record of Charlie's old age in the book, according to the research of later generations, the elderly Charlie definitely suffered from gout.

As for him going out to hunt in the winter before his death, it can only be said that it is similar to Zhu Di's seventh expedition to the grassland, all to prove that he is still strong and to prevent possible disasters.

After pinching another piece of barbecue and stuffing it into his mouth, Charlie said to Feng Sen: "In the past two days, I have walked around the burger area, you did a good job, Anthony, you are worthy of being a member of our Carolingian family, you are as good as all the Carolingians.

But I have one thing, I have to tell you sternly, that is the businessman's problem, how can such a cheap business as a businessman be put on the table? "

Feng Sen quickly responded: "At that time, Saxony was a desolate place, and there was nothing to do. Only the merchants had spare money. I had no choice but to do it, Your Highness."

"I forgive your sin, but this kind of thing is not allowed to happen anywhere else, do you understand what I mean?"

"understood."

Charlie nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the Jews outside the hall and said, "I heard that you also borrowed money from the Jews. How much did you borrow?"

"[-] Solidar, used to repair the city and reclaim wasteland, Your Highness." Following his gaze, Feng Sen understood that Charlie was looking for the bad luck of the Jews.

"How much do you want to pay back?"

"About fifty thousand solididas."

"Damn it, these Jews!" Charlie cursed immediately, the nobles stopped their wine glasses one after another, and they always liked the topic of Jews - they are all fat sheep.

"This is definitely usury!" Charlie slapped the table and cursed.

Feng Sen bowed his head and said: "This is also a helpless solution. I swear by my reputation that I will never renege on the debt, otherwise they will not lend it to me."

Charlie was furious: "I ask you, how much is left?"

Turning around in his mind, Feng Sen didn't tell the truth. He looked at the winking Alcuin and almost understood what Charlie meant, so he said obediently: "There is still a gap of five thousand Solidar."

Charlie nodded lightly and said, "I'll help you pay back the five thousand. Don't follow their tricks."

Picking up the wine, Feng Sen put on a very moved look, and drank a glass of wine in one gulp, and the ministers who almost understood also cheered and praised Charlie.

Charlie coughed, and smiled generously at Feng Sen: "Anthony, I will continue to rest here for two days, and then I will bring about a thousand guards and go to Hadrad together. Oh, by the way, you gave Pepin the basic Celestial Art of War before?"

"It's all written by me, so it's not worth mentioning."

"Why are you so self-deprecating? As a general, more than [-]% of Frank's generals are inferior to you, at least they can't fight such a beautiful battle every time." Charlie pinched Feng Sen's shoulder and pulled out a man from behind.

Compared with Charlie's bear-like figure, the word dig is not an exaggeration.

It was a rather thin young man, and Charlie introduced from the side: "This is William, William Autun, Earl Theodoric, who once fought alongside you, is his father. He told me that he I really hope to be able to study under your command, you, don't you mind?"

"Of course, of course." Feng Sen winked at William, "I am extremely happy."

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Just when Hamburg was in the warm atmosphere of the banquet, in a castle in Thuringia, there was no other sound except the rustling of the pen brushing the map, and it was extremely quiet.

"Uncle, some Jews want to see you!" Unfortunately, a young man's voice broke the silence.

Hadrad put down the map in his hand in displeasure, and said, "Didn't I tell you that I have to focus on military affairs, and don't bother me with trivial matters?"

Hadrad's nephew stroked his chest and bowed his head and replied: "Dear uncle, I'm afraid this time is not a trivial matter, you'd better see them."

Hadlard rubbed his eyebrows: "Call them in."

Chapter 313 Top Secret Information

The three Jews came to the garden of the castle along the stairs. They were wearing fat long white clothes, a pair of pantyhose on their lower body, and the pointed end of the hood almost hanging down to their necks.

And Hadlard was wearing a blue Byzantine-style cloak, sitting on the ponytail next to the flower bed, his steel needle-like beard trembling, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with the Jews for disturbing him.

An old Jew stepped forward and gave a standard chest salute that even Hadlard couldn't find fault with: "Thank you for your interview, Your Excellency the Duke."

"Hurry up and talk about anything important, I don't have time to chat with you here." Hadrad's face was full of ferocity and impatience, as if the Jews made a mistake, and he was about to draw his sword and cut someone down.

The old Jew calmly said, "Your Excellency, you will be very interested in knowing it, because this is a piece of news about Charlie, a very important piece of news."

Hadlard snorted softly: "What does Charlie's news have to do with me?"

"Assuming you are going to launch a rebellion, this news is about it!"

"Bold!" Hadlard changed color suddenly, pulled out the sword from his waist in an instant, stepped forward, and put the sword on the old Jew's neck, "You dare to spread this rumor? Who told you?"

Feeling the cold on his neck, the old Jew's legs were a little weak, but he still forced himself to calm down and said: "Your Excellency, I swear to my heavenly father that I will never spread this news. As for where this news came from, I have already said it. It is just a hypothesis."

Hadrad narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly smiled: "Hahahaha, don't make such assumptions, unless His Royal Highness has committed some crimes that cannot be tolerated by Heavenly Father, I will never do you what was said."

"Yes, yes." The old Jew quickly agreed.

Inserting the sword into the soil beside him, Hadrad asked with a raised face, "What's the news?"

"Forgive me for not being able to say, after all, it is related to the king, and the risk is too great. I need some rewards that allow us to take risks." The old Jew replied respectfully.

"Greed!" Hadlard snorted contemptuously. "What news do you have? I know Charlie like the back of my hand."

Several Jews looked at each other: "I'm afraid that's not the case."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll cut off your heads if you offend me so much?" Hadrad said in a cold voice, with his right hand resting on the hilt of the long sword.