"Really? If I am not mistaken, I am afraid that your father did not inherit the throne?"
"That's right!" Jin Renwen didn't mince words about this matter: "My father is just a member of the royal family, and he had no right to inherit the throne. However, after the death of Queen Zhende, she had no children, and the royal family was cut off, so my father was able to ascend to the throne. Right!"
"If that's the case, it wouldn't be surprising!"
"Isn't it strange?" Jin Renwen was intrigued by Wang Wenzuo's confident look: "Why do you say that? How does my father ascend the throne have anything to do with him choosing my brother to succeed him?"
"Your Highness, your father inherited the throne through a side branch, and he definitely doesn't want this kind of thing to happen to his descendants again, so——"
Jin Renwen raised his right hand to stop Wang Wenzuo from continuing. He already fully understood what the other party meant. A king like Jin Chunqiu who succeeded through a side branch will definitely do everything possible to ensure that similar things will never happen to his descendants. The best way is to pass the throne to the eldest son, because this can avoid conflicts within the royal family. In other words, Jin Chunqiu's choice was not based on personal preference, but respect for the legal system. If Kim Faxiu really cannot keep the throne in the future, Jin Inwen can replace him, which is acceptable to Jin Chunqiu, at least compared to outsiders. Strong in hand. The knot that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time was untied, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
"Captain Wang, I remember that others call you Sanlang, right? I will call you that from now on, and you can also call me Renshou!"
"This -" Wang Wenzuo was stunned. Renshou was Jin Renwen's nickname. According to the customs at the time, only people with a higher status than him or who were very close to him could use the same name. Considering the huge gap in status between the two parties, Jin Renwen's solicitation intention was already very obvious.
"Sanlang, when you are born in the world, you are like a flower on a branch: if you fall in the noble house of a prince, it is me; if you fall in an ordinary family, it is you; if you fall in a manure pit on the edge of a field, you are a slave in Guizhou. You cannot decide where you are born. Yes. It would be a pity if a good man like you continues to waste time like this."
"That subordinate has the audacity to overstep his bounds!"
The winter rain on the Korean Peninsula does not last long. Around noon on the second day after arriving at the crossing point, the rain gradually stopped and was replaced by the wind blowing from the northwest. It was like a cold arrow blowing on the body, and it was as cold as a bone. . Wang Wenzuo stood on a high hill, overlooking the Silla people in linen clothes who were busy on the water, and couldn't help but shudder.
"Master, would you like me to get you that otter skin cloak!" Sancho was speaking at the same time. He wrapped himself tightly, like a furry ball.
"Well, go get it!" Wang Wenzuo didn't dare to show off. Thanks to the cold rain yesterday, his nose was still a little blocked. There were no antibiotics these days, and a cold could turn into pneumonia if you were not careful. It was not surprising that people died.
While Wang Wenzuo was waiting for his otter skin cloak, he saw a group of people walking towards him. Jin Renwen was among them. Different from usual, he was no longer the center of the crowd, but in a relatively peripheral position. The core of the crowd was a man in black armor. Wang Wenzuo hurriedly arranged his armor and stepped forward to greet him.
"It turns out he is a general from the Kingdom of China. He marched in the rain yesterday. Thank you for your hard work!" Jin Yuxin said,
"Don't dare!" Wang Wenzuo hurriedly bowed and saluted. Jin Yuxin nodded and continued walking towards the high hill. From time to time he whispered to Jin Huicheng beside him. He was wearing black armor and looked completely different from when he was in the tent yesterday. Wang Wenzuo could clearly feel the subtle changes in the attitudes of the Silla people around him. When they were under Jin Renwen, they were just following orders, but after Jin Yuxin came, they showed trust and awe from the bottom of their hearts. The same group of people, But these two armies, the merits and prestige accumulated over decades are truly respectable and awe-inspiring.
"Everyone!" Jin Yuxin stood on the edge of the high hill, observed the surrounding terrain for a while, and then turned around: "This time the Tang Dynasty cannot attack Pyongyang, what do you think?"
The generals of Silla exchanged glances for a while, but no one spoke. Their eyes were all focused on Jin Renwen and Wang Wenzuo. Jin Yuxin smiled: "Don't have too many worries. Since we are on the battlefield, we are all on the same boat. Only by working together can we survive. I think everyone here understands this!"
Wang Wenzuo felt that most of the eyes on him had moved away, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It felt uncomfortable to be on guard. The Silla people began to speak one by one, and he could only listen to a general idea. The main meaning was that this failure would postpone the Tang Dynasty's conquest plan indefinitely, so the Silla people could only rely on themselves in the future. Wang Wenzuo noticed that Jin Renwen had not spoken and was just standing aside with a smile, as if he was an indifferent audience.
"I am already sixty-seven this year!" Jin Yuxin took off his helmet, revealing his almost white hair: "Now my hair is all white, and less than half of my teeth are left. If I ride a horse during the day, I will lie down at night. When I'm in bed, my whole body aches and I can't sleep at all. I can't taste the delicious food or wine, and I can't be interested in any beautiful woman.
Living is no longer a pleasure for me, but a kind of torture. The brothers who were with me in the Hwarang team have all passed away, and I am the only one who is still alive. They are waiting for me underground. The reason why I still endure these pains is to be able to see them again. , can tell them: the enemies have been destroyed, the country is strong, and the people are healthy! This is my last long-cherished wish, I hope you guys can make it come true! "Having said this, Jin Yuxin bowed deeply to the generals.
The cups and plates on the table were in a mess. Wang Wenzuo and three other people sat around the table. Wang Wenzuo recounted Jin Yuxin's actions on Gaogang.
"These Silla people are like crazy. I guess the Goguryeo people will definitely be in bad luck if they encounter them!" He Boyong smacked his tongue.
"Yes, the soldiers have the desire to die and have no wish to live. Anyone who encounters this kind of army will have to go around!" Cui Hongdu sighed: "Sanlang, this Jin Yuxin is really worthy of being a minister of the Zhuguo. Come or not. It’s different!”
Wang Wenzuo nodded. He finally understood that Jin Renwen had such a powerful backer as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, but he was still so low-key. If it were him, as long as Jin Yuxin lived, he would not dare to covet the throne.
"Sanlang!" Cui Hongdu glanced at Wang Wenzuo and said carefully: "I heard that the current King of Silla is Jin Yuxin's son-in-law. It seems that Jin Renwen may not be able to defeat him-" At this point, he He hesitated to speak, obviously because he was worried about Wang Wenzuo's close relationship with Jin Renwen these days.
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