Everyone responded with a roar and filed out. At the end of the line were hundreds of mules and horses carrying baggage, including twelve "scorpions". Above Wang Wenzuo's head, the crimson flag was blown by the oncoming north wind until it was frozen by the falling snowflakes, like a huge piece of pork jelly.
On the hill overlooking the Han River, a gorgeously decorated brocade tent was erected. Two long poles were erected. The tops of the poles were hung with the banners of "Tang Shenqiu Road Marching General Manager Kim" and "Silla Da Zhuang General" respectively. , Jin Renwen was in the tent, having dinner with his important generals.
When Wang Wenzuo arrived, it was already getting late, and he was sore all over after jolting on horseback for a long time. He gritted his teeth and climbed to the top of the hill along the slope. He noticed that the Silla guards on both sides of the road were all wearing bright armor and handsome appearance. He thought to himself that these must be the famous "Hwarangs", right?
"Tang Zhechong's farewell general——, please——"
Due to the strong wind, the voice of the Silla officer who communicated for Wang Wenzuo sounded intermittent and a bit funny. Wang Wenzuo, who was waiting to be introduced, habitually observed the surrounding terrain: Although it was impossible to overlook the whole picture due to the angle, it should be said that Jin The location of Renwen was well chosen. The Han River turned a corner here, and the flow of the river slowed down significantly. It was a natural ferry. This mound is the commanding height of the surrounding area. Standing on the top of the mound, he can not only overlook the situation on the south bank of the Han River for more than ten miles, but even the movements on the north bank of the Han River cannot escape his eyes. Seeing this, Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least this time he didn't have to work under an incompetent person.
"Captain Wang, please!" The Silla officer who communicated had a strong accent. Wang Wenzuo didn't hear what the other party said clearly. He just acted according to the other party's gestures. He straightened his appearance a little, and then followed the Silla officer. Behind the officer, he walked into the tent. He stopped seven or eight steps away from his superiors, crossed his hands and saluted, "The last general of Qingzhou Prefecture, Zhechong Prefecture, Wang Wenzuo, meets the general manager!"
"Captain Wang, no courtesy, please take a seat!"
"What a pure Luoxiayin, at least you can't tell from the accent that you are from Silla!" Wang Wenzuo thought to himself, carefully took two steps back, and sat down on the short table closest to the tent door. He thought this was Jin Renwen's humiliation to him. If Wang Wenzuo hadn't been the supreme commander of the Baekje Tang Army, he probably wouldn't have been qualified to enter this tent. The difference in official positions between the two was too great. Renwen asked about the identity of the younger brother of the King of Silla. He was also the left-leading military guard general in the empire. Being able to give him a position at the entrance of the tent was considered an exceptional compliment.
As soon as Wang Wenzuo sat down, someone brought a meal - mainly barbecued meat. It should be said that the cook's skills were good. The skin of the meat was roasted to a golden crisp, crackling under the blade, and the hot oil flowed down the blade. Wang Wenzuo I felt that my saliva was being secreted in large amounts.
"Captain Wang, I heard that you defeated a group of Mohe people before. Is this true?"
Wang Wenzuo raised his head subconsciously, and then realized that this was calling him - he was the only Tang Dynasty in the tent. He had to temporarily put down the short knife in his hand, stood up, faced his superiors, crossed his hands and saluted: "Report to the chief manager, This is indeed the case!”
"Very good!" Jin Renwen smiled and stretched out his right hand to call: "Come closer!"
Wang Wenzuo took two steps forward and stopped five or six steps away from Jin Renwen.
"Come closer!"
Wang Wenzuo was slightly startled. At that time, not far from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, China was still in an aristocratic society. The society regarded the distinction between scholars and common people very seriously, and even regarded the Li family as just the first family among the aristocrats. After all, like Lanling Xiao The ancestors of surnames such as the Bohai Gao family, Wuchuan Yuwen family, and Hongnong Yang family were also emperors. The surnames such as King Cuilu are no less glorious in history than the above surnames. Even in the "Zhongxing" compiled in the early Tang Dynasty, Longxi The Li family even ranked below Cui Lu and other surnames, forcing the emperor to personally intervene. It will be even worse in the Silla Kingdom. In this case, every move, word and deed of people of different status is bound by strict etiquette. For a Silla king brother like Jin Inwen, ordinary people are far away from him when talking to him. There are unwritten rules. Unless there are special circumstances, getting too close will be considered rude and will be severely punished.
"It's okay, I have something to talk to you soon!" Jin Renwen saw Wang Wenzuo's hesitation, smiled and waved, Wang Wenzuo took two steps forward, bowed and said: "If you have anything to do, please give me the chief manager's instructions! "
"Mohe was a Goguryeo dog and horse in this world. He killed a lot of people for our enemies. You did a good job this time!" At this point, Jin Renwen took off the saber on his waist and said, "This was given to me by a friend when I was in Chang'an. I will give it to you today in the hope that you can continue to serve the emperor and kill the barbarians who resist the king's orders!"
"Thank you, Chief Steward, for the sword!" Wang Wenzuo quickly raised his hands to take the sword handed over by the attendant, and bowed to thank him. The tent suddenly became quiet, and the Silla nobles on both sides stopped talking and looked at this man with strange eyes. The Tang Army officer who suddenly appeared. Wang Wenzuo also felt the unusual atmosphere. He held his breath and took a few steps back to his seat.
Because it was in front of the army, the banquet ended quickly. Wang Wenzuo returned to his camp with his saber and told Cui Hongdu and He Bayong what happened at that time. The two curiously asked Wang Wenzuo to take out his saber and let them shoot. Eye-opening. Wang Wenzuo had no choice but to take out the gifted sword. Cui Hongdu took out the sword from its sheath. The sword was as bright as snow and the cold air was overwhelming. Looking closely at the fine pine flower-like scales on the sword, they were the marks left after thousands of forgings. He couldn't help but lose his voice. He praised: "It's a good knife. I don't know how much effort the craftsman put into it. The chief manager is indeed very generous. I would not be willing to part with it if it were replaced by him!"
"Take a look with me too!" He Bayong grabbed the knife from Cui Hongdu and took a closer look. He suddenly asked: "Hey, what does the 'Tuhe clan' on the handle of this knife mean?"
Wang Wenzuo took the sword and saw four words "Tuhe clan" on the handle. He shook his head: "I don't know about this. It should be a sword from the Tuhe clan, right? I heard The General Manager has many friends in Chang'an, so he should be the friend he made in Chang'an!"
"Tuhe's family?" He Bayong scratched the back of his head and asked, "Old Cui, have you heard of this surname?"
"Tuhe family?" Cui Hongdu frowned: "I don't know, but this should be a Xianbei surname, the same as yours!"
"That's a lot!" He Boyong said with a smile: "There are not many nobles in Chang'an City who don't have a Xianbei surname in their ancestors!"
