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

"I know, but if I don't do this, then my son will definitely not go to heaven, and Charlie's kingdom will definitely be torn apart." Malarjiji said through gritted teeth, "I could have foreseen that day before, but now, this day will not come."

At this time, the previous guard brought over Sir Brutus who was shaking like chaff. With a cloth ball stuffed in his mouth, he just pointed at Malarjiji with an agitated expression, and then frantically knelt down to beg for mercy.

Li Baojing glanced over with a smile: "Don't let him die, he is still useful. There is also this one, lock them in the dungeon at the opposite door, and take them down."

Watching the two being dragged away, Li Baojing looked around the dirty yard, helplessly supported the grand teacher's chair and got up: "Oh, well, today is really..."

In the middle of speaking, Li Baojing's movement of getting up suddenly froze. The Shaofu Ling who had been calmly commanding before finally turned into a flustered Mrs. Li. She clutched her abdomen.

"My amniotic water broke, my amniotic water broke, quickly, go and call Wen Po, go!"

Wang Xi became even more flustered than Li Baojing. He pointed at the servants and cursed: "I'm sorry for your mother, don't hurry up, and also, go to Hamburg and inform Kang Yaoshi, hurry up!"

"Oh oh oh!" Then everyone started to move as if they had just woken up from a dream, arranging the delivery room for the delivery room, and looking for the stable woman.

"Come on, ma'am, I'll help you over there."

Clutching his belly, Li Baojing slowly sat on the sliding pole step by step, carried by several strong boy servants, and walked towards the prepared delivery room.

Not long after, the cavalrymen entered the room with Mrs. Wen.

Time passed by, and the people who participated in the battle were like ants on a hot pot, wandering around in the yard.

They were even more impatient, if the little master survived, it would be another [-] Solidar, but they also hoped that Li Baojing would not die in childbirth, so it was not a question of whether they could get the money.

"Father—"

"Worden—"

All kinds of prayers were heard one after another in the yard, which was a unique scene in Saxony. The anxious wind blew over the yard until loud and clear cries drove them away.

"Whoa whoa—"

A maid came out of the delivery room with a smile on her face: "Everyone, Madam gave birth to a boy."

"Good!"

"Thirty thousand solids! I want to eat pig's feet and drink beer every day!"

"You bumpkin, it's time to drink wine!"

In the room, the pale-faced Li Baojing stretched out his hand and hugged the crying baby, and a feeling of blood connection came to his heart immediately.

"Look, how beautiful he is." Holding the baby in his arms, the smile on Li Baojing's pale face couldn't stop, "He is blessed. I thought he was born prematurely, and he would definitely not survive. Unexpectedly, he survived." .”

Gently stroking the child's wrinkled face, Li Baojing frowned slightly. The child's left eye is round, but the right eye is always squinting.

Unable to let go, Li Baojing opened the baby's eyelids and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his right eye was not congenitally blind.

"This is my child."

Chapter 4 This chapter is the previous chapter of Chapter 4

"Ah Choo! Ah Choo! Ah Choo! Ah Choo!"

Riding on a fat Arabian horse, Charlie sneezed several times.

The attendant on the side immediately brought a cloak and wanted to put it on Charlie.

Rubbing his nose with some doubts, Charlie rejected the attendant's courteousness. Although it was already winter, it wasn't too cold today, so why did he still sneeze.

Abandoning this ray of myth, Charlie refocused on the current battle situation.

At this moment, on the narrow and long plain in the distance, nearly ten thousand infantry and cavalry are attacking and strangling each other, arrows and javelins are flying in the sky, and armed swords and scimitars are wiping sparks in midair.

Seven or eight battle flags of various colors swam in the chaotic sword grinder, and every time they bent forward, there was blood and screams.

Among these battle flags, the most eye-catching one is a blue battle flag. In the yellow box on the battle flag, two wings, one black and one white, are intertwined. This is the symbol of the hussars and also the symbol of Pepin.

On the Iberian battlefield, after nearly five years of almost uninterrupted hard fighting, especially the continuous battle with the Arabs who are relatively advanced in cavalry techniques and tactics, the martial arts, techniques and tactics of these hussars have reached an extremely high level.

Those country knights composed of aristocratic rebels had never seen the posture of hollow lances charging in groups. Under Pepin's keen observation and leadership, those noble rebels soon approached a state of collapse.

It didn't take long, amid the cheers of other knights and nobles present, Pepin successfully defeated the incoming enemy army, and even captured the enemy's general alive.

Hearing the cheers around him, Charlie's expression was indeed a bit complicated. Although his mouth was curled into a smile, his slightly frowned brows and complicated eyes betrayed his restless heart.

"Pipin, Pepin." Charlie repeated Pepin's name in an inaudible voice, and Charlie was a little dazed. Not long ago, people always used Iberian Pepin and Italian Pepin to distinguish the two. prince.

But until now, people are always used to calling the hunchbacked Pepin directly as Pepin, and adding the attributive "from Italy" to the Italian Pepin.

After all, there are still many Frankish tribal villages in Charlie's territory. The elders and knights of the fiefs all over the place. These representatives of free people and minor nobles have a good impression of Pepin.

And because of the reform, Charlie's basic base gradually shifted from the big nobles to these free people and small nobles. Their opinions will also affect Charlie's decision-making.

If Charlie liked Pepin, that would be out of the question, but if he hated it, he wasn't either.

If I had to use an adjective to describe it, I would be at a loss.

Charlie didn't know what to do with this son. He knew it at the beginning, and gave him the position of bishop so that he could live his life in peace and stability.

But now, Charlie didn't know what to do with the hunchback and majestic Pepin holding a long spear.

There was another person who gave him this feeling, and that was Feng Sen.

He not only loves Feng Sen for bringing him victory, gold coins and prestige, but also hates Feng Sen for being greedy for power, obedient and lawless.

Compared with Feng Sen, for Charlie, there are more reasons why he dislikes Pepin. In addition to the above common problems, such as his hunchback, his ambition, and his marriage to a pagan wife.

Most of all, every time Charlie saw those blue eyes, he thought of his mother, Himmeltrude.

"Charlie, do you remember that you once told me that our child will become the king of Frank?"

"I promise you."

"No, no, I don't want this. I want you to promise that no matter what mistakes he made, don't kill him...We met when we were ten years old. Even if we are not wives or lovers, I hope you can tell me with the attitude of a relative that you will not kill him and let him live a good life."

"I promise you."

But Charlie never imagined that that cowardly hunchbacked boy would reach the present level, half of Iberia, nearly [-] troops honed in the flames of war, came from the massive income from Mediterranean trade.

Even with a hunchback, in the final analysis, he is still a Carolinian, a brave Carolinian who is good at fighting.

But this Carolingian is out of control, Charlie hates the uncontrollable, and Pepin has become an uncontrollable because Pepin is too powerful compared to his other brothers.

Normally, according to the tradition of the Franks, the most powerful brother inherits the throne, so making Pepin the next generation of the Frankish king is the solution.

But Pepin is a hunchback, a cursed man, he married a pagan wife, and let the pagans in Iberia maintain their original beliefs, and what he did in Iberia did touch those nobles and priests sore spot.

Charlie's jurisprudence comes partly from the Germanic tribal alliance and partly from the Pope of Rome. Now he has raised the banner of the Church of the Heavenly Father, and the clergy are also giving full support in the subsequent reforms.

But if Pepin, a man covered in taint, came to power, Charlie could foresee that waiting for Frank would be a grand civil war. Considering the relationship between Feng Sen and Pepin, Saxony would definitely get involved.

With the participation of Feng Sen, a powerful prince, this civil war is probably going to be a dog's brain.

Thinking of this, Charlie had a strange pride: With the abilities of his two sons, the Frankish kingdom would eventually be unified again.

Unification is unified, but the lost faith, land and population cannot be found, especially Frank is still facing the dual pressure of Byzantium and Abbas.

Byzantium was afraid that Charles would seize their lands in Italy, and Charles was also afraid that Byzantium would return to the Apennines.

What about passing it on to others?Based on the current situation of Feng Sen and Pepin, it is estimated that they are still torn apart. Maybe it is estimated that these two people will join forces to defeat other enemies.

Charlie shook his head with both pride and pain. In this world, he is probably the only one who can suppress the two of them.

But as long as the alliance between two people is severed, any one of them alone will not be able to accomplish anything. At present, these two people are still immature and have more time, so they can take their time.

Thinking, Charlie returned to the tent, and Fastrada immediately walked up with a bowl of hot soup and put on the warmest smile.

"Have a sip of hot soup, Your Highness, it's too cold outside."

"My body isn't that weak yet." Charlie said lightly, allowing the two maids to take off his coat and rabbit fur coat for him.

Putting down the hot soup, Fasterada walked behind Charlie, rubbed his temples and asked, "How's the battle today?"

"Pipin repelled them all. Unless Isaiah descends to divide the earth, these damned rebels will never escape. They will fight in the winter, in this cold weather, in the will of the heavenly father. Frozen to death, and finally surrendered to us."

Rubbing Charlie's head, Fastelada's eyes flickered slightly.

In the past three years, she and Charlie had another child. When she first conceived, she was ecstatic, but unfortunately, she still gave birth to a girl.

She needs a boy, a boy who can guarantee her status, but Charlie is getting older, and he has become cold to her, and the recent affairs in the room have gradually decreased.

Maybe one day, she will be abandoned by Charlie.

Fasterrada didn't want such a day, she didn't even want to think about it.

"Okay." Charlie squeezed Fastrada's hand reaching for the waistband, stood up, and said lightly, "I'm going to take a shower."

"I will serve His Highness."

"No need." Charlie threw Fastelada's hand away roughly, "You are the queen, not a servant, so instead of thinking about this, you might as well think about how to arrange tomorrow's banquet."

Standing there with an ugly face, Fasterada was stunned for a while, and suddenly asked the attendant beside him, "Did your Highness encounter any troubles?"

"Probably not, isn't the suppression of the rebel party going very well recently?" The attendant took the queen's gold coin before hesitantly said, "If you have to say yes, it should be His Royal Highness Pepin's business."

Pepin, that hunchbacked Pepin?Fastrada recalled her "son" carefully. Was it because of Pepin's pagan wife?

A hunchback and a pagan are a perfect match, Fastelada pouted secretly, but if this matter can be solved, can it make Charlie happy?

After exiting the palace, Fastrada beckoned to two personal maids and began to whisper.

Chapter 4 and Four: The Winter Solstice and the Future

Pepin held the rein in his hand, and the mouth of the big horse under his crotch was drooling, pulling out strips of silvery filaments, and even the horse bell around his neck was polluted.

"Take two more steps and we'll be there." Patting Da Ma on the head to make him shut up, Piping and the others passed through the crowd and finally came to their camp.

Different from the messy tents elsewhere, although the tents in Pepin’s camp are also of various colors, they are set up in strict accordance with the regulations. There are low fences around the camp, and there are soldiers carrying short spears On patrol.

When they came to the big tent set up by themselves, a smell of food came out through the curtain, and a beagle rushed out of the tent with a buzzing sound, circling around Pepin's big horse.

At this time, Pepin's Berber wife Sara was standing in front of the tent, playing Baduanjin. This set of movements was taught to her by Ali Baba, saying that it would help restore her body.

Sara had gone out wearing a veil only when necessary, and she had always shown her white face indifferently in front of Pepin.

When she saw Pepin, her eyes smiled like crescent moons: "Are you back?"

"I'm back." Pepin got off the horse, and wanted to grab Sarah's waist, but Sarah dodged it lightly, and patted Pepin's chest.

Surrounding Pepin, the old sworn brothers in the vineyard also greeted Sarah with a smile, and Sarah, like a sister, pinched their shoulders or faces and told them to go to the tent.

Orton, the second child of the Ten Vineyard Brothers, lifted the curtain: "Ali Baba, I'm back. Do you have any good dishes today?"

"Wash your hands first, the basin is by the door." Ali Baba Haji Yunma's voice came from the tent.

It wasn't until there were only two people left outside that Sarah and Pepin embraced and kissed: "How is the battle today?"

"The enemy...is very courageous." Pepin thought for a long time but couldn't think of a good word. "Frank is too closed-minded. He has never seen many complicated formations. These ordinary knights and free militiamen, not to mention the Saxon soldiers, met those Star and Moon Rangers. They all suffered. Okay, okay, let's go in for dinner, and I will talk to you in detail tonight."

When the two entered the tent, a scorching heat enveloped their bodies. Inside the tent, the stove spewed out blue-orange flames, and an iron pipe passed under the stove and led to the outside.

There is a large table in the center of the tent, and a pot of mutton soup sprinkled with minced pepper is placed on the small red clay stove. Beside the mutton soup is a maroon-red roast duck like amber, off-white cheese, bright red apples, and several plates of vegetables that are rarely seen in winter.

"Why is it so rich today?" Pepin didn't slobber like the few vineyard brothers in Malaysia before, and sat down in the main seat with some surprises, while Sara sat on Pepin's lap with ease.

"Today is the winter solstice, a Seris festival." Ali Baba smiled and took a seat on the other side of Pepin. "In the Seris calendar, this day is the shortest day and the longest night. After this day, the days will gradually become longer."

"That's interesting." Sara laughed. "I read in a book in Baghdad that the ancient Romans also celebrated the winter solstice, but they called it the birthday of the sun god."

"We also have this custom. At that time, we, Seris, were fighting against the Huns just like Rome. There was a Hun family and a Tun family among the Huns. It expresses the desire to eat raw meat.” Ali Baba took a bowl of mutton soup from a basin and poured wontons into it, “That’s why people in Seres have the custom of eating wontons during the winter solstice.”

Passed the mutton soup to Pepin, but Pepin didn't eat it, but pushed it in front of Sara: "You just caught wind and cold a few days ago, and the doctors in the Central Plains said you should drink hot and dry ones. This mutton soup is warm and tonic, just to drive away the cold."

Although Sara is a member of the Xingmoon cult, she is also a wild Berber woman. In front of everyone, she hugged Pepin's head and kissed him three times on the lips.

"Hiss—" The Vineyard brothers on the side immediately showed a gritty expression.

"What are you hissing?" Pepin wiped his lips boldly, "I won a big victory today, and I'm about to celebrate, drink, give me all."

Today is indeed a big victory. After defeating these enemies who came to support, the noble rebels surrounded in Poitiers have nowhere to escape.

Many of these aristocratic rebels are small nobles surrounded by big nobles, and they are basically distributed in the southern part of Frank, which is now the southern part of the country, the northeast of the Alps.

This aristocratic rebel army was led by the Gerard family, and the total number reached an astonishing 5000 people. However, after the attack of Pepin and Charlie during this period, the number of soldiers has been reduced to around 1, and people escape every day.

Since many of Pepin's forces were crusaders from these areas, since they wanted to surrender, they naturally had to find a good place to go, so after several battles, the number of soldiers brought by Pepin increased instead of decreasing. It's approaching 8000 people.

The motley army of Charlie and Pepe had almost 3 people, and the aristocratic rebels besieged in Poitiers could no longer survive this winter.

When spring comes, it is the time of victory, and it is about to be the time when Pepin becomes king.

The attendants poured wine for everyone present (Sara drank juice), and everyone toasted together, toasting, chopsticks and knives flying, and bursts of laughter from time to time. In such a warm atmosphere, even Ali Baba, who was always serious, smiled.