Amid the rumble of horse hoofbeats, a cavalry team from Anyi entered Luoyang.
The big man at the head was unusually tall and burly in stature. This man was Jiri Batu, the first warrior of the Northern Huns.
The scribe next to him, wearing a mink coat and a Confucian scholar's gown, is Tian Feng.
For more than half a year, Tian Feng has been guarding Hedong alone and presiding over various affairs for Wei Cheng. Now the clouds have cleared and the moon is shining, and he has paid homage to Sikong, leading the three ministers of Zongzheng, Shaofu and Sinong.
He is mainly responsible for water conservancy projects, city defense construction, palace construction and other matters. He discusses the national affairs negotiated by Wei Jun with Taiwei and Situ.
"Tian Sikong, you're finally here. You guys have been waiting so long."
As soon as the cavalry entered the city gate, they were stopped by several men. Xu Huang led several men from the Longshan Army to salute Tian and Feng with clasped fists.
Tian Feng turned over and dismounted, bowed his hands and said, "Long time no see, everyone. This is Jiri Batu, the first warrior of the Northern Huns. He is also the commander-in-chief of the new army, the Benlang Guard, appointed by Lord Wei."
Jiri Batu also turned over and dismounted, looked at Xu Huang and others warily, cupped his fists and said, "Jiri Batu, I have seen several generals."
Xu Huang and others looked at each other, but none of them gave Jiri Batu a good look. The centuries-old conflict between the Han and the Huns was not something that could be dismissed so easily.
Seeing this, Tian Feng awkwardly said to Xu Huang: "A few of you are waiting at the city gate specifically to arrange for the general soldiers of Jiri Batu, right?"
Xu Huang snorted coldly, glanced at Jiri Batu, clasped fists with Tian Feng and said: "According to the requirements of the Wei Suo, the barbarians are not allowed to wander around the city privately before they settle down in the city, otherwise it will cause chaos. Wei Jun ordered We will take them to Dingjunfang for resettlement."
Tian Feng nodded slightly and explained a few words to Jiri Batu.
Jiri Batu was not dissatisfied. He nodded and said, "Then why bother Mr. Tian and my daughter Mendu?"
Tian Feng nodded slightly and promised: "Don't worry, your daughter is safe. I will arrange for her to see you later."
When Jiri Batu heard this, he gratefully stroked his chest and said, "Thank you very much."
Xu Huang and others got on their horses. Before leaving, they turned back to Tian Feng and said, "Tian Sikong, Mr. Wei ordered you to have a good night's rest. It won't be too late to go to the palace tomorrow to report on your duties."
"Okay, Tian, don't worry." Tian Feng bowed his hands in greeting and watched the group leave with Jiri Batu.
"Brother Yuan Hao!"
"Aha, Brother Wen Ruo."
Xun Yu didn't know when he appeared with a wine pot. He handed the wine pot to Tian Feng with a smile and said, "Let's go. Wei Jun has come out of the palace to take care of you."
Tian Feng was startled when he heard this. He took the wine pot flattered and said, "How can I make it happen? You are a noble prince, and your status is not the same. How dare you bother me?"
Xun Yu smiled bitterly and said: "You also know the temper of the young master. Anyway, he is already waiting for you in the restaurant in front. How can you persuade him to go back? Let's go and have a drink. I haven't had a drink with you for a long time. , I will definitely not return until I get drunk today."
The two of them arrived at the door of the restaurant.
From the outside, the restaurant's business was very good, and it seemed that the restaurant was not being cleared because of Wei Cheng's arrival.
Xun Yu said in a low voice: "Wei Jun is traveling lightly. He went straight to the box on the second floor when he arrived. Don't worry, no one will find him."
Tian Feng felt a lot more relieved now. He had experienced an assassination, and now he took Wei Cheng's safety very seriously.
When the two arrived at the second floor of the restaurant, they could feel something unusual. They saw a total of eight private rooms on the second floor. Except for the one at the end of the corridor, the other seven were empty.
Hao Zhao was sitting at the top of the stairs holding a stool. When he saw Tian Feng coming up, he stood up and saluted with his fists clasped, "I've seen Tian Sikong."
Tian Feng laughed, helped Hao Zhao up with both hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Hao, there is no need to be polite."
Hao Zhao stood up, moved out of the way, bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Wei has been waiting for a long time, please come in quickly."
Tian Feng and Xun Yu returned the favor. They did not dare to be too negligent in the face of their future uncle.
The two walked through the corridor and came to the door of the box.
But he heard the voices of other women talking inside. Tian Feng was stunned and asked curiously: "Brother Wen Ruo, is there anyone else inside?"
Xun Yu was also puzzled. When he left just now, Wei Jun was obviously the only one.
When the two walked to the door, the people in the room had already seen them.
Wei Cheng stood up and said with a smile: "Haha, we are finally here. Come on, you two come in quickly."
In addition to Wei Cheng, there were two women in the box. One of them was about eighteen or nineteen years old, dignified and elegant, with a well-proportioned body. She was staring at Tian Feng shyly, and the other was in her mid-thirties. The age is somewhat similar to that of a young woman, and they should be mother and daughter.
"My lord Tian Feng, I have met Mr. Wei." Tian Feng entered the box, knelt on one knee and saluted, his expression unusually respectful.
Wei Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, patted the dust on Tian Feng's knees, and said angrily: "What is Yuan Hao doing? This is not a palace. We should just be casual, otherwise I will run out." What’s the point?”
Just as Tian Feng was about to speak, the middle-aged noble lady suddenly came forward and said with a smile: "Cheng'er, this is Tian Sikong. Oh, Tian Sikong is indeed a talented person. Cheng'er, please introduce it to your sister. "
Wei Cheng smiled bitterly and said, "Third Aunt, you are too impatient. Yuan Hao has just arrived, and he doesn't even have time to have a drink."
The noble lady smiled bitterly and stared straight at Tian Feng, making Tian Feng look confused.
After sitting down, Wei Cheng said with a teasing look on his face: "This is my third aunt, and this is the girl from my third uncle's family. They knew you were coming to Beijing to report on your work today, so they came here to see you."
When Tian Feng heard this, he couldn't understand why he was here to see him.
Looking at that woman again, although her appearance is not top-notch, she is dignified and decent. She is also the legitimate daughter of Wei Cheng's third uncle, so she is more than worthy of herself.
Tian Feng is very self-aware. In terms of appearance, he is not as handsome as Xun Yu, and in terms of figure, he is not tall enough. The reason why people can like him, an ordinary-looking person, is thanks to Wei Cheng's trust in him and his repeated use.
Furthermore, it is important to marry a virtuous wife. This girl is from the Wei family and is the younger sister of Lord Wei. She will definitely become his virtuous wife in the future.
Just when Tian Feng opened his mouth to agree.
Da da da~
"Wait a minute, Cheng'er, it's me, let this little general release me quickly..."
Aunt Wei's third aunt suddenly changed her face when she heard the noise outside the house, and said angrily: "How come she is from the second child's family everywhere?"
Wei Teng also recognized the voice of her second aunt Lu Ying, and hurriedly stood up and opened the door, frowning and saying, "Why is my second aunt here too?"
Lu Ying was being blocked by Hao Zhao with a stool two feet away. Seeing this, she said with embarrassment and annoyance: "Oh, Cheng'er, please let him go quickly. Second Aunt, with her thin arms and legs, can't stand the torment." ."
Wei Cheng raised his eyes and saw two delicate beauties following Lu Ying. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.
"Xiao Zhao, don't be rude."
Hao Zhao looked at Lu Ying expressionlessly before giving in and letting Lu Ying pass.
Lu Ying smiled proudly, pulled her two nieces, and said: "Chen'er, I heard that Na Tian Sikong came to Beijing to report on his work today. Please help the second aunt take a look at my two little girls, Mrs. Wu, and make them for him." How about a good wife?"
Wei Cheng looked back at Tian Feng, who was blushing, and asked helplessly: "Yuan Hao, what do you think?"
Tian Feng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Only now did he realize that sometimes being too popular is not a good thing.
It’s too offending to choose someone or not.
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Dingjunfang.
As soon as Jiri Batu entered the workshop, he felt great malice.
"Is that the new commander-in-chief?"
"I heard that Lord Wei wanted to build an army composed of barbarian cavalry, named Benlang."
"Hmph, the Hu cavalry are vulnerable to a single blow. If we provide them with equipment, it would be better to expand my Hu Po army."
"However, this Hu Nu is so tall. I feel like he can compete with Mr. Lu."
The crowd walked all the way and went straight to the military affairs office where Xu Ding was.
Xu Huang said in a deep voice: "You can go in and report by yourself. After receiving the military uniform and the weapons at your disposal, go directly to the school field in front."
Jiri Batu glanced at the place where people were practicing not far away, nodded slightly, caressed his chest and bowed before walking into the Military Affairs Office.
Outside, Xu Huang and others looked at each other, and Zhao Feng said: "Brother Xu, Lord Wei asked us to take more care of him. Isn't it bad if we neglect him like this? What if we let Lord Wei know about it later?"
Xu Huang waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "If he wants to gain everyone's respect, he must conquer everyone with force. I'll give him the best care by letting him go to the school grounds for a while."
Zhao Feng and others couldn't help but nodded when they heard this.
"I think this man's strength is not weak. After all, he is the number one warrior of the Huns."
"We'll find out later by letting the new recruits go up there and give it a try. It will also strengthen their spirits and let them know how dangerous it is outside."
Xu Huang said hello, and they went straight to the school grounds.
In the room, Xu Dingduan sat behind a long desk and handled official duties. His status was not low now. As one of the nine ministers, he was in charge of military weapons, ceremonial guards and other matters. He sat in Dingjunfang all year round, holding the other half of the military talisman in his hand. Gain Mr. Wei's trust.
"Are you Jiri Batu?" Xu Ding asked without raising his head.
Jiri Batu stroked his chest and bowed, his eyes curiously looking at the surrounding arrangements.
Seeing him like this, Xu Ding simply didn't bother to lecture him. He probably wouldn't understand this big guy.
Since he is from the military, let him speak for himself based on his strength. I guess those guys outside can't wait.
Xu Ding smiled and looked at the steward on the side.
The steward nodded slightly, and soon brought out a set of standard training uniforms and a nine-ring sword.
The nine-ring sword was a bit thicker than the sword on Jiri Batu's waist, and it was carried up by two strong men.
When Jiri Batu saw this, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to give it a try, but because Xu Ding didn't speak, he didn't dare to move.
Born in the grassland, he has a natural ability to sense danger. After he entered this house, the hair on his body never fell.
Although he didn't know what danger was staring at him, for safety reasons, Jiri Batu still looked at Xu Ding honestly.
Steward Xu Dingchao nodded slightly.
The steward said to Jiri Batu: "Come with me, I will take you to the dressing room."
Jiri Batu was stunned, that's it? He looked at Xu Ding in disbelief, only to see that Xu Ding was still immersed in his official duties, as if he had no time to talk to him at all.
Jiri Batu bowed slightly depressed and followed the steward away.
After a stick of incense.
Jiri Batu, wearing a leather armor and holding a huge nine-ring sword in his hand, came to the school grounds majestically.
At this time, people were already feeding each other on the school field. Suddenly, they saw a big man with a foreign face approaching, and everyone stopped.
Xu Huang, Zhao Feng and others looked at each other.
Without their instructions, new recruits who couldn't stand Jiri Batu immediately came up to provoke him.
Dingjunfang does not object to military competitions between sergeants, and will even encourage such behavior, but it must not cause loss of life.
Therefore, when facing the Huns Jiri Batu, some men who had just joined the Longshan Army or the Hupo Army and had not been to the grassland were all talking about having a fight with Jiri Batu.
Jiri Batu finally figured out the reason with his poor Chinese.
He was also happy to learn that he could fight at will. Not only the Han people were martial, but also the Huns, and all of them were soldiers, and everyone was brave and fierce.
Bah~
Jiri Batu thrust the big knife in his hand into the ground, took a stance, and shouted word by word in Chinese: "Come on, anyone can come."
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An hour later.
Seeing the new recruits staggering around on the school field, Xu Huang was furious.
There are so many people fighting each other, but someone can easily defeat the whole audience. What kind of rubbish is this?
At this time, Jiri Batu was still blushing and out of breath, and even the nine-ringed sword was still stuck on the ground and had not been used.
Zhao Feng and others looked at each other and sighed: "He is worthy of being the first warrior of the Xiongnu. He has the courage of Lu Fengxian."
"I'll go up and try." Hua Cun was eager to give it a try.
Xu Huang stopped him and said in a deep voice: "No, we must let the recruits solve it themselves."
As he said that, he looked at the other dozen recruits who were practicing hard not far away. None of them were easy.
The dozen or so people didn't pay any attention to the commotion here. They were immersed in hard training from beginning to end, working hard every one of them.
Xu Huang was very satisfied with this, but this was the time when they needed to take action.
Xu Huang glanced around, and finally settled on a recruit, shouting: "Zhang He, go up and try."
Zhang He was extremely depressed when he was called. He was practicing squats with two large iron pestles. Each of the iron pestles was estimated to weigh more than a hundred kilograms, but he could hold it with just five fingers. At this time, he was suddenly beaten. No matter how happy you are, where can you be?
Zhang He threw down the iron pestle helplessly, glanced at the tall Jiri Batu on the field, clasped his fists and said: "General Xu, this is just a competition of strength. I am not his opponent, can I use a weapon?"
Xu Huang nodded slightly, there was no limit on weapons in the competition.
Seeing this, Zhang He walked to the weapons rack nearby, took off his spear, and then muttered: "It's really troublesome. My training volume today is a lot behind theirs. It seems that we need to win the battle quickly."
(End of chapter)
