"It's okay, I'm not very good at this either. Let's learn slowly together!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "By the way, if you can't play chess, drums and throw pots, then you can kill people, right?"
"This little guy is quite familiar with his skills!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile, "I just don't know who Ming Gong wants to kill?"
"How can I, a kind person, come to have so many people want to kill?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile, "I just want to kill a horse, can you do that?"
"Kill a horse?" Cao Wenzong laughed: "I am not afraid of Ming Gong's jokes. I am a butcher in my family. I have watched people kill cows and pigs since I was a child. Killing a horse must be similar!"
"Well, you do me a favor tonight! If it works out, you can follow me from now on, play chess and play the drums!"
"Yes, yes, I have remembered it!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile, "I will just practice playing chess and drums more when I go back!"
"That's right!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "By the way, do any of the disciples who came to Baekje with you know how to play chess, drums, pot throwing, Cuju, etc.?"
"There are a few of them, Ming Gong, do you want to praise them too?"
"Well, just call me and come with me!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, just play chess, play drums, and relax with me!"
"I obey, little man!"
After chatting for a few more words, Cao Wenzong saw that Wang Wenzuo was a little tired, so he stood up and left. As soon as he walked out of the door, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly and he laughed. He has lived in Pingkangli, Chang'an for these years, surrounded by music lovers. Even if he has never played chess, drumming, pot throwing, and Cuju, he has seen them all. Of course, he knows that Wang Wenzuo didn't ask him to stay with him just to accompany him. Kill the time, otherwise there is nothing in the other party's house, how can you play? After this man arrived in Baekje, he kicked himself into the army for more than two months, probably to find out his background. If he complained about unfair treatment, it would be difficult to get ahead in the future. And this time he summoned me, it was probably that he had finished testing him, and he was going to be used as a confidant.
Returning to his residence, Cao Wenzong waved to his disciples who were still practicing martial arts in the yard: "Stop practicing now. Come into the house. I have something to tell you!"
The disciples quickly put down their equipment and entered the room together. They sat down in two rows according to age. They all looked at Cao Wenzong above them, waiting for the master's words.
"Today the prince summoned my master and asked him to select some capable people to work by his side!"
"Great, finally come forward!"
"Yeah, I finally don't have to teach those idiots how to draw bows and stab spears every day. To be honest, those guys are worse than I was when I was eight or nine years old. I really don't know where they have been all these years!"
"Yes, we have practiced martial arts with our master for so many years. We can't teach these big-headed soldiers to thrust spears and bows for the rest of our lives, right?"
The cheers of the crowd almost overturned the roof immediately. Cao Wenzong did not stop the disciples, but just looked at them with a smile. Maybe he himself wanted to cheer like his disciples and express his long-term frustration!
"Teacher, what does Wang Wenzuo want us to do?" Wu Xiaoyi asked.
"Wang Fujun has never said it directly, but I don't have much in my body. My only strength is the three-foot long sword at my waist. I guess all Ming Gong wants is for us to take some heads for him!"
"Killing for him again?" Wu Xiaoyi sighed: "I'm a little tired of it!"
"There's nothing wrong with that!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile: "In the final analysis, Qin Shubao, Yuchi Jingde, and Qiu Xinggong are only good at killing people. They can't leave their names in history and rank as princes. I know you Your background is different from that of other brothers and sisters. If you don’t want to take action, just let them go when the time comes!”
Wu Xiaoyi sighed and said nothing. He saw other fellow apprentices in the room pulling out their swords and wiping them carefully. Some even went out to the whetstone to grind them carefully. They all looked eager to try, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
When Fuyu Long returned to his residence, he was still a little worried. What he said before was just a test. Ever since Fuyu Fengzhang fled to Japan and Imcun Mountain City was captured, he stepped forward to appease many Baekje rebels. , made some achievements. He also saw the subsequent decline of the Baekje Tang Army, and his mind couldn't help but become active. In his opinion, he wants to survive and die,
The possibility of reviving the Baekje Kingdom is not high, but the possibility of making the governor of Ungjin Governorate and the king of Baekje into a real job and passing it on from generation to generation is not small, and it is not much worse than the ancestor of the Baekje king. many. After all, no matter how capable the Tang people were, they could not fill up the Yellow Sea and connect Shandong and Baekje. As long as there is a sea between them, the number of soldiers that the Tang people can send is limited, and they have no intention of staying after they come, and they only look forward to returning home as soon as possible. He was originally worried that the Tang people would migrate people to work in the fields as a long-term solution, but he was relieved after chatting with Tang scribes and military officers - the Tang people's own Shandong region had large tracts of wasteland that were not cultivated, and many villages were destroyed in the late Sui Dynasty. It hasn’t recovered yet, so where are the extra people coming to Baekje to immigrate to farmland?
But Wang Wenzuo's return changed everything. First, he brought two thousand troops. At first, Fu Yulong thought these were from the Tang army who were guarding in rotation. Later, he found out that these Tang people were conscripted from Chang'an to Baekje. In other words, these two thousand people will never be able to return to their hometown in this life. They can only settle down and take root as Baekje people. This is bad news for Fu Yulong. Of course, he knows the difference between the guest army who wants to go home at any time and the local residents. These two thousand people will buy houses, land, marry wives, and have children in Baekje. There is no doubt that the empire will give priority to selecting the middle and lower-level officials of the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion from these people. If it takes one to two generations like this, hundreds of people will The economy will gradually become "Tanghua", and your dreams will come to nothing.
That's not the only bad news, there's something even worse. After the Tang people defeated the Japanese and Fuyu Fengzhang, they gave a lot of land to the Baekje people who worked for them. Many of these divided fields belonged to the Baekje people who were finally surrendered by Buyeo Long, so many conflicts and disputes occurred over the competition for the fields. Regarding these disputes, Fu Yulong was actually very happy because the old owners of those lands would often find his subordinates, donate the disputed farmsteads to his name, and ask him to speak well for him in exchange for actually possessing these disputes. Farm, and Fu Yulong obtained a lot of economic benefits and supporters through this (Fu Yulong could get part of the proceeds from the donation of the farm, and the old owner actually occupied and managed the farm).
After Wang Wenzu returned to Baekje, the situation immediately changed. He stood clearly in the hands of the new landowners, saying that everything was subject to the land deeds stamped with the seal of the Ungjin Governor's Office. The old contracts and certificates only needed If it conflicts with the new land contract, it will be invalid. With Wang Wenzuo's support, the backbone of these new landowners immediately stiffened. Many simply armed their tribesmen, formed groups based on regional blood ties, and drove away or even killed the old owners who competed with them for land. After his death, Fu Yulong's own economic interests also suffered great losses (the farm he donated was gone). Wang Peng is one of the best, which is why Fuyu Long just demanded so fiercely that Wang Peng be handed over to the Silla people.
"This Wang Wenzuo is such a rude barbarian. He dared to draw a knife directly in front of Liu Gong. It's really unreasonable!" Fu Yulong murmured to himself: "It's a pity that Liu Gong still dotes on him and doesn't know what to do! Whatever. , I’ll give you a generous gift in two days, let’s get over the situation first, and then make plans!”
Then Fuyu Long began to think about what kind of gift he should choose, but he soon felt a little tired. This may be because it was too late, or it may be because he was resisting this approach in his heart. After all, a descendant of the royal family wanted to It is not an honorable act for a warrior to humble himself and ask for peace.
"Forget it, let's consider this matter tomorrow!" Fu Yulong shook his head and returned to his bedroom. Fu Yulong slept alone today. He had developed this habit since he was taken captive to Chang'an by the Tang army. This does not mean that he has stopped interacting with women, but that even if there is a woman sleeping with him, the woman will leave after he is done, leaving him alone. Only in this way can Fu Yulong feel truly safe and can sleep peacefully.
The next morning, Fuyu Long woke up very early. The dawn light filtered through the paper window, illuminating his spacious bedroom dimly, like a misty pasture. At the other end of the bed, the brocade quilt was raised high, as if there was something underneath. Fu Yulong took a nap and lifted the quilt to have a clear look. He saw a dark mass that could not be seen clearly. He stood up and opened the window. The sun shone on the bed. It was a huge horse. head.
For a moment, Fu Yulong's heart almost stopped beating, as if a sledgehammer had hit his chest hard. His heartbeat suddenly went awry, and he
I felt nauseous and vomited with a "wow" sound, and the food crumbs flew all over the smooth floor.
It was a black horse, Fuyu Long's usual mount. The mane on its neck was as smooth as silk, firmly embedded in a large pool of black blood, and its white, thin and long tendons The tendons are also exposed. The mouth was full of foam, and the big apple-like eyes, which used to sparkle like gold, were now speckled due to internal bleeding, like rotten peaches, and lifeless. Fu Yulong was frightened by an instinctive terror. He wanted to scream, but he quickly covered his mouth to block the scream back into his throat.
A few minutes later, Fu Yulong finally recovered from his panic. He walked out of the door tremblingly, called the guards and servants that night, and asked what happened that night. Everyone said in unison that there was nothing and everything was normal. Fu Yulong did not ask further questions and asked everyone to retreat.
Obviously, the murderer was Wang Wenzuo's subordinate, and he was the only one with the motive and ability to do so. But the performance of the servants and guards is quite intriguing. The war horse is not a little guy. It is unbelievable to cut off the neck of such a big beast without making any sound. The severed horse head was placed on his bed without waking him. Either the servants and guards were bribed, or the perpetrator was able to do it without alerting everyone. If it's the former, it's terrible, if it's the latter, it's terrifying, and whether it's the former or the latter, it means one thing. If Wang Wenzuo is willing, he can let himself die at any time. This horse head is a warning.
"Damn it, damn it, you bastard!" Fu Yulong suddenly shouted in an exposed voice. He pulled out his sword and chopped off the horse's head and the bedding on the bed. After he vented the anger in his chest, he called the servant and asked him to kill him. The stables and bedrooms were cleaned up, and everyone was finally sworn to secrecy. The public news was that the horse stumbled and broke its leg and had to be disposed of. Then the horse's body was secretly buried in a hidden place in the backyard, and then it was revealed to the public. A generous gift was prepared for Wang Wenzuo.
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Wang Wenzuo's house.
Wang Peng carefully wiped off the sweat on his body to avoid staining the smooth mirror-like wooden floor in front of him. Everything in front of him looked so beautiful and spotless, which made him feel particularly embarrassed. It seemed that he did not belong here and was an unexpected person. outsider.
"Soothing to—!"
Hearing the protracted communication sound, Wang Peng quickly lowered his head and pressed his face to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people coming in quickly from the side corridor. He quickly said in a deep voice: "Sinner Wang Peng pays homage to Mr. Wang." Jun!"
"Get up!" Wang Wenzuo sat down after a while and rolled up his wide sleeves, revealing his thick forearms: "Wang Peng, I have understood your affairs clearly. You have done a good job, and it is nothing. Sinner, I will reward you well!"
Having said this, he nodded to Sancho beside him. Sancho took a horn bow knowingly, walked to Sancho and said with a smile: "Take it, this is a reward from the master!"
Wang Peng raised his head, looked at Wang Wenzuo in surprise, and then at the horn bow in Sanqiu's hand. He quickly stretched out his hands to take the horn bow, bowed his head and said, "Thank you sir for the reward!"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "I heard from Sancho that you brought four to five hundred people this time and attacked the Silla people. Not only did you demolish the dam, but you also burned several of their villages. Is it true or false?"
"Reporting to Sir, this is indeed the case!" Wang Peng made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "But there is nothing we can do about it. The Silla people went too far and cut off the river. There is also a drought. If we don't care, we can just I’m afraid that dozens of surrounding villages will lose their harvest and thousands of people will starve to death!”
"I told you, you did a good job!" Wang Wenzuo said solemnly: "You followed me to put down the rebels and learned martial arts, then you should protect the village. This incident is just the beginning. Silla people will not Let’s leave it at that, what are your plans?”
"The villain has united dozens of surrounding villages, and everyone has made an oath in front of the Bodhisattva. If the Silla people dare to retaliate, everyone will join forces to fight them to the death!"
"Yes, yes, but not enough!" Wang Wenzuo laughed.
"not enough?"
