Xiaoman could no longer hide what she saw, so she had to tell the truth. It turned out that she was not from the Tang Dynasty, but a Silla girl. She was sold to Chang'an when she was eleven or twelve years old, but she wanted to return to her hometown. They were separated and had no other choice. Just now she heard Liu Yuanzhen say that Wang Wenzuo came from Baekje. She remembered that Baekje and Silla were not far apart, so she tricked Wang Wenzuo into asking Liu Yuanzhen for a loan to return to his hometown.
"Then where does your swordsmanship come from?" Wang Wenzuo asked.
"General Cao taught me this!" Xiaoman replied.
"General Cao?" Wang Wenzuo was stunned: "Which General Cao is it? Beimen Forbidden Army, Nanya Forbidden Army, or some other superior army."
"Beimen and Nanya, of course it's General Cao from Changlefang! He has the best swordsmanship, and everyone in the training hall admires him!" Xiao Man replied with pride on his face.
"Changlefang? Jiaofang?" Wang Wenzuo realized that he must have made a mistake. After asking, he found out what Xiaoman said.
"General Cao" is not a military figure, but Cao Wenzong, a male artist in the teaching workshop under the jurisdiction of Taichang Temple. Because of his majestic description and superb swordsmanship, everyone in the teaching workshop respectfully calls him "General Cao".
"General Cao" is not named, but Changlefang is the location of the training workshop, and Xiaoman learned his swordsmanship from this person.
"It turns out that this general is not that general!" Wang Wenzuo laughed dumbly. Sword dance is one of the traditional arts of the Chinese nation. For example, at the Hongmen Banquet, Xiang Bo and Xiang Zhuang danced with swords. Emperor Gaozu entertained the ministers and drank. The sword cuts down the pillar.
In the Tang Dynasty, this tradition was still very popular. During the banquet, people would dance with swords while drinking, and those on the opposite side would also draw swords and dance to each other. Wang Wenzuo, who drew swords and played and sang on both sides, had also seen it with his own eyes.
Under this background, it is not surprising that there are several swordsmanship masters in the workshop.
"Why, you look down on the people in Lefang?" When Xiaoman saw this, his two dark and thick eyebrows stood up;
"My master's swordsmanship is known even to the emperor in the palace. In my opinion, even a true general may not be able to match him!"
"I believe this!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Swordsmanship can be defeated by one person, ten people, and at most a hundred people. The general is talking about ten thousand enemies. If it is a swordsmanship competition alone, let alone your master, even you can do it. Better than some generals!"
"Seriously?" Xiaoman was overjoyed when he heard this: "Do you really think my swordsmanship is very good?"
"Of course, just now you threw the sword into the sky, and then used the scabbard to catch the falling sword. Your body was as agile as an ape's, and you could see it with your eyes and hands without missing a beat. I would have never been able to catch it. If I had been allowed to do it, I would have probably been left behind. This sword is nailed to the ground!"
"Hey! That's what my teacher said too! Swordsmanship is nothing more than agility of body and quickness of eyes and hands. As long as you can do these, you can defeat the strong with the weak, and defeat many with one!" Xiaoman asked in surprise: "Are you really Are you not as good as me in swordsmanship?"
"It's one thing to know the truth, but it's another thing to actually practice it!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I just know the truth, but I haven't spent enough time to practice it. If I fight you, I will lose nine times out of ten! "
"You know the truth but don't practice it properly?" Xiaoman glanced at Wang Wenzuo with a look of disdain: "You are really a lazy person!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but dumbfounded after receiving this comment. He shook his head: "Xiaoman , do you still remember where your hometown is and your parents’ names?”
"I only remember living in a big city, and my father's surname was Jin!"
"That's all?" Wang Wenzuo was surprised: "On this point, you still want to go to Silla to visit your relatives?"
"What's wrong, isn't it enough?" Xiaoman smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm still very young, I have a lot of time to look for it, I can always find it!"
"Hahaha" Wang Wenzuo laughed: "Jin is the national surname of Silla Kingdom. There are probably hundreds of thousands of people named Jin in the country. If there are no other clues, how can we find it?"
"And!" Xiaoman clapped his hands lightly: "There is a big stone tablet in front of my house, with many pictures and texts carved on it!" Listening to Xiaoman's efforts to recall, Wang Wenzuo suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he stopped Xiaoman's memory. : "If according to what you said, your family can be considered a high-class family, then how did you become a slave and sold to the Tang Dynasty?" Xiaoman was stunned. She thought for a while and replied: "Maybe My parents are just slaves in that family!"
"That's not right. If, as you said, your master is also a Silla noble, why would he sell his slaves to the Tang Dynasty? Generally speaking, nobles rarely sell their slaves!" Xiaoman couldn't answer this time. He just frowned and thought hard. When Wang Wenzuo saw this, he felt a little pity in his heart: "Forget it, you were sold to the Tang Dynasty five or six years ago. Liu Neifu's family should have the deed that originally bought you. I have it." A friend is just doing business as a Silla maid. In a few days, I will borrow your document and copy it, and ask him to inquire about it from his colleagues, and maybe he can find some clues."
"Thank you, Sir, thank you, Sir!" Xiaoman was overjoyed when he heard this. He knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. Wang Wenzuo sighed and helped him up: "I can help you get here. As for the rest, I can only rely on you. On your own!"
"It doesn't matter, this has already helped Xiaoman a lot!" Xiaoman jumped up and said, "The master just gave the order to make you, Sir, to your satisfaction. Sir, please take a seat and watch Xiaoman perform!"———— ———————————————————————— Daming Palace.
Wu closed her eyes and let her body dive. The hot water flooded her forehead. She could feel her hair floating in the water, her hands and feet relaxed, floating in the water, and her whole body seemed to have returned to her mother's belly, warm, comfortable, and Calm, you can leave everything in the world behind, without any worries.
Wu liked this feeling very much, and if possible, she would like to continue like this forever. But things rarely go as planned. When Mrs. Wu surfaced again, she opened her eyes and saw the female official standing at the door of the bathroom. Everything familiar came from all directions again. Mrs. Wu sighed in her heart and stood up. The warm spring water slid down her body.
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Wu raised her arm and asked the maid on the side to wipe her body. The female officer behind her replied with some embarrassment: "Liu Neifu asked to see you. He said that he had something important to report to Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Liu Yuanzhen? Is there something important?" Mrs. Wu sneered: "I asked him to find the relics, but he just said that the relics were taken away by the Japanese. If I didn't have a useful person around me, I would have taken care of him long ago. This guy has been dismissed from his official position! What else can he do? He still wants to report it to me! What a shameless person!" The maid was already trembling after hearing Wu's words. She lowered her head and said, "That slave! Then tell Her Majesty Queen Liu Yuanzhen that she will not see him today!"
"No? Why not? I want to see what this waste has to do!" Mrs. Wu had already put on her inner robe. She turned around and said, "Ask him to wait in the side hall of Ganlu Hall!"
