The common man's name is Cao Wenzong. What other generals call him is just what others call him randomly. It's not true! Cao Wenzong's face turned red, and he quickly explained that he saw that Wang Wenzuo was able to attend the New Year's Eve banquet of the East Palace Prince, and his official position was obviously high. If the other party took his nickname seriously, it would be a disaster.
"I've seen Aman's swordsmanship before, it's really impressive!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "You are his teacher, so of course you are even more outstanding. You are worthy of being a general!"
"Young people don't dare!" Cao Wenzong saw that Wang Wenzuo had no intention of pursuing the matter, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just some fun tricks, and it shouldn't be appreciated by a gentleman!"
"Master, look!" Ah Man brought over another silver plate placed on the railing: "Didn't you just complain that the cakes were bland and inedible? These were eaten by those in the palace, for you to eat. That’s enough!”
When Cao Wenzong heard that his disciple had exposed his background, his face changed drastically, and he quickly reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, when did I say that the cake was bland and inedible?"
"General Cao!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "There are more than two hundred people in the lower hall of the East Palace today. The kitchen must be a little busy, so I am waiting for you. These things on the plate were all temporarily asked by the palace maid, and I don't have them. If it has been touched, you can safely eat it!"
"Your Majesty just calls me Cao Wenzong. Cao is not worthy of the word general!" Cao Wenzong smiled bitterly: "As for whether your Majesty has done anything or not, it doesn't matter. I, Mr. Cao, am Lehu, and you are the imperial court." Mingguan, the guests in the East Palace, Cao is lucky to be able to eat your leftovers!"
"Are you a Lehu?" Wang Wenzuo looked up and down at the person in front of him. He also knew that most of the performers in the palace just now were court musicians, but the sword dance was different from other songs and dances after all, and judging from Aman's performance, this I am afraid that what Cao Wenzong learned was not just a performative sword dance, but a practical swordsmanship. How could a person like this be a low-status Lehu?
"Not bad!" Cao Wenzong sighed: "I made you laugh!"
"Lehu is Lehu, both have one nose and two eyes. When you are hungry, you have to eat and when you are thirsty, you have to drink!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "You'd better eat quickly, otherwise everything on the plate will get cold!"
"Young man, I obey!" Cao Wenzong was really hungry. At first, he just wanted to eat a few bites, but Wang Wenzuo didn't seem to blame him, and the food on the plate was really delicious, so he ate faster and faster, and soon he ate He swept away the contents of the silver plate, placed the plate on the ground, and bowed to Wang Wenzuo: "Thank you sir for the food!"
"It doesn't matter, you have done me a favor by taking care of Xiaoman these days, so this can be regarded as my thank you gift!" Wang Wenzuo bent down to pick up the silver plate and was about to return to the palace when suddenly there was a burst of sound in his ears. The sound, if you listen carefully, sounds like a woman crying.
"Hey! Listen, there seems to be a woman crying over there!" Wang Wenzuo asked, pointing to where the crying came from.
"It's really a woman's cry!" Xiaoman listened attentively: "How strange, isn't today New Year's Eve? How can someone cry so miserably on this great day to see off the old and welcome the new?"
"That's not surprising!" Cao Wenzong looked at the place where the crying came from: "The place where the crying came from is Yeting Palace. There are a lot of sad people in that kind of place!"
"Yeting Palace? Where is that place?" Xiaoman asked in confusion.
Cao Wenzong glanced at Wang Wenzuo and then replied carefully: "Yeting Palace is the place where guilty women in the palace are detained. For the people there, 360 days a year, every day is the end of the road. Where can I find anything else?" What’s New Year’s Eve but not New Year’s Eve!”
"A guilty woman?" Ah Man asked, "How could someone commit a crime in this palace?"
"Why won't anyone commit a crime in the palace?" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "Forget it, Aman, give me the plate. This is the tableware of the East Palace, I have to return it!"
"Well, that's all for you!" Xiaoman handed the plate to Wang Wenzuo with a smile, and said with a smile: "You want to spend the Lantern Festival in Chang'an, right?"
"Well, my new confession will probably not be sent out until the end of this month. If you want to go to Silla with me, you will definitely have to spend this Lantern Festival in Chang'an!"
"That's great. How fun is the Lantern Festival in Chang'an? I'll take you to the lantern market then. There are all kinds of lanterns there!"
Looking at the girl's beautiful smiling face, Wang Wenzuo felt warm in his heart and nodded with a smile: "Okay, as long as there are no errands from above that day, we will go to the lantern market!"
After returning the silver plate, Wang Wenzuo returned to his seat. Jin Renwen had already returned. When he saw Wang Wenzuo's figure, he raised his glass with a smile and said, "Haha, what kind of beauty took away Saburo's soul." !」
"There's no such thing as a beauty, it's just a convenience!" Wang Wenzuo smiled and sat down: "Didn't you walk away when you let go? Did you get seduced by some beauty?"
"Of course it's the East Palace!" Jin Renwen sighed: "Do you know what you just missed? When I told His Highness the polo method you just told me, His Highness was very happy. He wanted to immediately I see you, but you are not here, what a great opportunity!"
"What a shame!"
"But why do I think you don't feel it's a pity!" Jin Renwen looked Wang Wenzuo up and down suspiciously: "Don't you want to get too close to His Highness?"
Is this guy a woman? Isn't your intuition too accurate? Wang Wenzuo secretly lamented that he really wanted to leave Chang'an as soon as possible. He knew very well that if he stayed here because he was greedy for the prosperity and sweetness, sooner or later he would be labeled as belonging to this person or that person, and finally be sucked into this huge vortex and be sucked into it. Crushed into powder, they became food for the insatiable beast of power. My future lies in Northeast Asia, which is full of swamps, lakes, forests, meadows, mountains, and oceans, boundless and extending to the extreme northern wilderness that is covered with ice and snow all year round. If you sail along the Thousand Islands, Perhaps we can also cross the Bering Strait and reach the New World.
Yes, it is wild, dangerous, barren, and rarely inhabited; but it is also rich and full of hope. Rather than staying in the ready-made old world in front of him, he would rather go to a place with nothing to conquer, develop, and build a new world of his own. In this new world, brave men could plow their own land with spears, scatter seeds, and reap rich rewards. Rather than being covered with silkworms, he is not a sericulture person.
"Okay! It's all up to you!" Jin Renwen sighed helplessly: "Maybe you are right. Apart from gods and Buddhas, who can predict your own destiny?"
"I don't think gods or Buddhas can predict my own destiny!"
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