"Then you and I appreciate each other!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "On this matter, we are even!"
"Don't dare, don't dare!" Cao Sennu said, "Don't dare!" He looked around and said, "Wang Canjun, even though you are in the army, you are really living in poverty. I will send you some utensils later. Come, let’s settle it down!”
"That's all!" Wang Wenzuo quickly declined: "I only have one Sancho beside me. He is a rough man. How can he use your delicate utensils? Wouldn't it be a pity if they were broken!"
"If it's broken, it's broken. If the gentleman breaks a pair, the villain will make up for it. What's the pity?" Cao Sengnu's smile became sweeter: "Besides, when the villain gives a gift, he will naturally give a complete set. Come with me." There is also a pair of boy servants who specialize in cleaning, so just leave everything to them!"
"Cao She'er, I'm in a border town here, and we're still fighting!" General Wang Wenzuo couldn't shirk the blame, so he had to emphasize his tone: "This is not the time to talk about enjoyment. How about this? Wait until I return to Datang, and you can send it again. , I will definitely accept it!”
"Okay, that villain will store it for a few days for you to join the army. After you pacify Baekje, I will send it to you!" Seeing the change in Wang Wenzuo's tone, Cao Sengnu no longer insisted: "Wang Canjun, villain I have been traveling all over the country for quite some time, and I have seen at least a dozen military towns in various places, but this is the first time that you have such meager self-esteem!"
"Oh? Really?" Wang Wenzuo heard this and asked with great interest: "How are those military towns? Can you tell me?"
"Take this tent for example!" Cao Sengnu pointed around: "For a soldier like you to join the army, the ground must be covered with woolen blankets, and there are copper stoves, vases, and foot-washing barrels in the four corners. , copper basin, spit pot, weapon rack, bookshelf——"
"Hold on!" The more Wang Wenzuo listened, the more wrong he became: "Are you talking about marching and fighting, or are you talking about home furnishings? If you go by what you said, wouldn't it take several large trucks for me to haul my luggage?"
"Six or seven cars are almost enough!"
"The baggage of the Yihuo soldiers is only one cart. Doesn't it mean that I alone occupy the carriages and horses of sixty or seventy people? If Duke Wei was like this, how could he destroy the Turks on a snowy night?"
"The king joined the army, one time and another, and it's not the time of Emperor Wen now!" Cao Sennu said with a smile: "Besides, where are the Turks to be destroyed now? How has the Tang Dynasty sent troops without Turks at the front?"
"There are no Turks, there are Tuyuhun, Tubo, Nanzhao, Goguryeo and other enemies, right?" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "At least for now, it's not the time for horses to go to Nanshan and have wine and high gatherings, at least for us warriors. !”
"That's what Wang Shenjun said!" Cao Sengnu smiled, but judging from the flashing eyes, he was probably thinking exactly the opposite: "But at least the battle in Baekje is almost over, right?"
"Finished?" Wang Wenzuo looked at Cao Sengnu and guessed what the other party was thinking: "How can it be so simple? The Japanese, Goguryeo, and Silla people, the trees are still but the wind is not stopping! This battle is easy to start, I think It’s hard to stop, it’s still early to sit down and drink!”
"The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop!" Cao Sengnu's eyes lit up, he held up his hands and smiled: "If these words were said at the Chang'an Luoyang High Meeting, Wang Shenjun would definitely be famous all over the world!"
Wang Wenzuo smiled. The man in front of him kept hinting to him about the beautiful life in Chang'an and Luoyang, both inside and outside his words. But in his eyes, although everything was beautiful, it was nothing compared to his previous life. It was just a life. A ceramic toilet can make the emperor stunned.
"Although Chang'an and Luoyang are good! After all, they are thousands of miles away!" Wang Wenzuo paused for a moment: "I still have other things to do right now!"
"Something else?"
"Yes! I plan to do something that no one can think of!" Wang Wenzuo's voice became lower and lower, as if he was whispering: "For example... uphold justice!"
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Rencun Mountain City.
The room was dark.
He dreamed of cracked city walls, burning rivers, and the smell of blood, brimstone, and steel. The air was filled with acrid smoke, and human heads floated on the water, wailing from time to time. He wanted to slap the water to make himself float, but his hands and feet refused to obey, and his body continued to sink. The water covered his lips and nose, and the smoke made him cry. He used his last strength to call for help, but could only make a strange moan.
I am Buyeo Fengzhang, an orthodox king with noble blood. Even if I die, I must die with dignity!
The man told himself that he gave up struggling and decided to die quietly. But a voice rang in his ears: "You are just a loser who was driven to Japan as a hostage. What kind of legitimate king are you? If the Tang Dynasty hadn't captured the capital, you would have been a hostage in Japan for the rest of your life, loser!"
"I'm not a waste! When the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, I led the troops back to fight hard with the Tang people to restore the country. I have proved with my actions that I am the real king!" The man tried his best to retort.
"The ones who led the troops in the bitter battle against the Tang people were Master Daochen, Guishi Fuxin, and Hei Te Changzhi, but not you! You became the king just because of your success. Everyone in the royal family was kidnapped by the Tang people. , you are the only one left! After Onimuro Fukunobu was killed by you, the situation took a turn for the worse. You are a waste who made things happen because of others. As soon as Onimuro Fukunobu died, your true colors were revealed!"
"I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste!"
The man ignored the water inlet and windpipe, and screamed with the last bit of his strength, but there were dead faces all around, many, many, many. These faces were lifeless, dull, stiff, swollen, horrifying, and beyond recognition. The voice sounded again: "Look at these faces, they are all people who died because of you. You are a waste, you harmed them! Now they are coming to find you!"
Following the sound, the faces gathered around the man, with white teeth exposed under the rotten lips. The man looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces, terrified. He struggled with all his strength, but the faces were getting closer and closer. The white teeth were sharpened and made a harsh sound.
"It's not me, it's not me!"
Fuyu Fengzhang suddenly opened his eyes, and there was chaos all around. After a moment, the outline of the bed slowly emerged around him. The bed curtain had been lowered, surrounded by carved bedposts, and under him was a soft brocade couch. This is my bed, my bedroom.
The room was warm, even a little hot, and he was covered with a lot of blankets and furs. His armpits and back were covered with sweat, I am running a fever, he thought dazedly, his whole body was so weak, he tried to raise his right hand, but a sharp pain made him give up immediately. What's wrong with me? How did I get here? He tried to recall, and fragments flashed in his mind in bits and pieces: the bumpy stone house on the roadside, the men knocking on the door and opening the door, quarrels, fights breaking out, himself falling off the horse, the constantly vibrating carriage...
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