"The people are here, they are outside!" He Bayong walked to Wang Wenzuo and whispered in his ear.
"Bring it in!" Wang Wenzuo said. He pulled out his saber and placed it across his knees, as if he wanted to intimidate someone.
"Come in!" He Bayong walked in. He grabbed the person's arm and forced him to kneel down: "You Japanese slave, why don't you kneel down?"
Where did the Japanese envoy come from? Donghui immediately recognized that the person kneeling on the ground was a real Japanese warrior. He had a stocky build, a thin face, and tattoos on his cheeks that represented his family. Maybe it was because he suddenly saw the light, his eyes kept blinking, and tears filled his eyes. It looks a little funny.
"It's the Mononobe clan's tattoo!" With the help of the light, Sadhui finally recognized the identity of the person. He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to say it out for the time being and to act according to the situation.
"Zen Master Dinghui!" Wang Wenzuo said: "This is a Japanese envoy. Could you please translate it for me? First, ask about his origin!"
"Yes!" Dinghui bowed to Wang Wenzuo, stepped forward and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do here?"
The envoy glanced at Dinghui in surprise and doubt: "How can you, a monk, speak our language? You are also a Yamato native?"
Dinghui did not dare to entangle with the other party, so as not to arouse Wang Wenzuo's suspicion, and urged: "It doesn't matter who I am, answer my questions quickly, otherwise my life will be risked!"
"I am the envoy of Monobe Renxiong, the leader of the Mononobe clan. I am here on the order of the leader!" The envoy looked at the Hengdao on Wang Wenzuo's knee: "What is the identity of General Hengdao? But people in the Tang Dynasty can talk about things. The noble person?"
Dinghui translated once, and Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Just tell him my identity!"
Dinghui nodded, told the Japanese envoy Wang Wenzuo's official position, and then said: "You guessed it right, this is a noble person in the Tang army who can speak and talk. You can tell him anything you want!"
The envoy was overjoyed when he heard this. He kowtowed to Wang Wenzuo twice, tore open his shirt, tore off a piece of skin from his chest, took out something from it and presented it with both hands. He Boyong on the side was startled. He took a closer look and realized that There was no wound on the other party's chest. It turned out that the other party held a piece of cooked leather tightly against his chest. It looked like the flesh next to it. There were some small objects stored in the middle. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell.
Wang Wenzuo took it from Dinghui's hand and saw that it was two pieces of thin paper. The writing on them was all in Chinese, so there was no need for translation. He took a rough look at it, but found two oaths of surrender. The content of the oaths was almost the same. They both said that the prince, the eldest brother of the Yamato Kingdom, was acting rebelliously, killing good people, and forcing the people of the country to become enemies of the great country. They knew that the Tang Dynasty was a major power in the world, and the Yamato Kingdom was like a mantis trying to fight against it. Therefore, they wanted to abandon the dark side and defect to the bright side. Please accept it. Wang Wenzuo didn't bother to read any more and jumped over. He went straight to the last signature, which was Mononobe Renxiong. , Shoujun Dashi.
"You said Mononobe Renkuma is the leader of your family, but who is Shoukun Oishi?"
"Shoujun Dashiguan is a good friend of the leader of my family!"
"General?" Wang Wenzuo frowned slightly. He knew nothing about the Japanese official system, let alone the translation by Monk Dinghui: "There is no proof for what you say, and it is a major military and state matter. How can I believe you with only two letters?" Wait? How do you know this is not a trap set by you to surrender?"
The messenger listened to Monk Dinghui's translation and hurriedly said loudly: "Noble sir, please rest assured that my master will be at the back. Once there is a confrontation, the master and Shoujun Dashi will raise the white flag and strike back. As long as the noble man is here Be prepared, don’t accidentally hurt a good person!”
"Accidentally hurting a good guy? Two traitors dare to call themselves good guys!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but sneered secretly: He already knew the plan of Mononobe Renxiong and Shoujun Oishi. The plan of the two is actually very simple. Let their teammates go first, hide behind, and act when the opportunity arises. If Tang Jun wins, they will counterattack. If their teammates win, then let's do something else. I sent people to contact them in advance because I was afraid that the Tang people would kill me easily and kill me too.
"Your master has a good idea!" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "Hiding behind and watching the success or failure? Just saying that you are a good person? How can there be such a good thing in this world? Go back and tell your master that you want to surrender to the Tang Dynasty That’s fine, but you have to make real contributions, waiting until the outcome is decided and then doing some favors is not enough!”
"Yes, yes!" The color drained from the messenger's face: "I will convey your words to my master!"
"Very good! He Ba!" Wang Wenzuo said: "Take him down, let him have a good meal, and then change him into a brocade robe!"
"Follow your orders and join the army!" He Bayong said.
As He Bayong and the Japanese envoy left, Wang Wenzuo let out a sigh of relief. He sheathed his sword, took off his heavy helmet, and with the help of Sancho, took off his heavy iron armor. Dinghui stood aside, not knowing whether he should resign or stay.
"Zen Master!" Wang Wenzuo took off his armor and moved his shoulders easily: "I remember that your father is the confidant of the prince, the eldest brother of Zhongda, right?"
"Confidant? Yes!" Dinghui didn't like this title very much, especially as his Chinese studies became more and more in-depth, but he didn't dare to lie in front of Wang Wenzuo, especially because he didn't dare to lie so easily. A lie exposed.
"Then you should be familiar with the prince, the eldest brother, right?" Wang Wenzuo had already changed into a light short robe. He sat comfortably on the bed, with his legs crossed, holding a glass of wine, and motioned to Sancho to also give him a favor. Last drink: "You can have a drink too! Relax a little, I'm just curious about Prince Zhong, the eldest brother. You can say whatever you want, as long as it's related to him!"
Dinghui took the cup and felt that his back was a little sore. The more relaxed the man in front of him appeared, the more nervous he became. Dinghui subconsciously took a sip, but was choked by the strong irritation of the liquid in the cup and couldn't help coughing.
"What's the matter, Zen Master doesn't like this taste?" Wang Wenzuo laughed. He likes to use little tricks to play tricks on others. It's not that he has any dislike for this person, but it's just that breaking the other person's reserve can bring him a taboo pleasure. .
"Nothing!" Dinghui wiped away the tears on his face in embarrassment: "Why, why is this wine so spicy?"
"Spicy? Oh!" Wang Wenzuo laughed: "I asked Sancho to sprinkle some dried ginger powder into the wine. Drinking it is good for the body! What's the matter, you don't like it? Forget it, Sancho, you give it Zen Master’s cup does not contain ginger powder!”
Dinghui took the cup handed over by Sancho and took a big sip before she felt better. She smiled bitterly and said, "I have never tasted such a spicy drink. It's like a fire is burning in my mouth!"
