"That's true!" Cui Hongdu returned the sword to Wang Wenzuo: "But to be able to have the chief steward take it with him, this Tuhe clan must be a great nobleman. The chief steward gave this sword to you, and it is also the same with you Sanlang.

Good thing!"

"It's hard to say this!" Wang Wenzuo handed the sword to Sanqiu and said with a bitter smile: "You didn't see it at the time. The eyes of those Silla people suddenly gathered over me, as if they wanted to swallow me alive.

The pimples are rising!"

"But this kind of precious sword belongs to someone else. I would be jealous if it were me!" He Bayong interjected: "I was stared at for a few times and couldn't die, but I can get such a precious sword. What a good thing!"

"That's true!"

It was getting dark and everyone had dispersed. Jin Renwen was sitting in front of the lamp, holding a book of "Hanshu" in his hand. As one of the few great nobles in Silla, Jin Renwen's tent was larger than the hall of ordinary people.

Various luxury goods were placed, including soft mattresses, silk pajamas, bronze charcoal pots to dispel the cold night breath, exquisite gilt oil lamps, a circle of exquisite silver cups surrounding a jug of wine, and neatly placed cypress boxes in the corner.

They are his clothes, books, Go chess, guqin, and flute. Next to the tent door are his weapon rack and two sea greens.

"Your Highness!"

"Come in and talk!" Jin Renwen put down the book in his hand. The person who came was a slender middle-aged man. He bowed to Jin Renwen and saluted, and then lowered his voice and said: "Your Highness, the Goguryeo people on the other side have retreated to the mountain city.

Even the night sentry was not sent out!"

"Oh? So lax?" Jin Renwen frowned: "How could this be?"

"I heard that because the Tang army was approaching Pyongyang City, a lot of garrison guards were deployed from the fortresses on the north bank of the Han River. So when they learned that our army had gathered, the Goguryeo people fortified their walls and cleared the country!"

"That's it!" Jin Renwen nodded. With the technical conditions at the time, it was impossible for the Silla people to conceal such a large-scale military operation from the Goguryeo people on the opposite side. If there was no movement, it would be a scam.

"Your Highness!" The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I heard that you gave the sword to the general of the Tang Army during the dinner. Isn't this too much?"

"Have you passed?" Jin Renwen smiled: "I think it's okay!"

"That was given to you by the British Lord!"

Jin Ren asked: "So what? This sword is not originally owned by a British public. Aren't we normal to each other? How many people know the origin of this sword hanging on my waist? It's better to take it."

It would be more useful to go out and give it away!"

"Is it given to the British Duke by someone else?"

"Well! The origin of this is a long story!" Jin Renwen smiled and narrated in a low voice:

It turns out that the British Duke they mentioned was Li Ji, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty. He was a heroic hero in the countryside when he was young. During the Daye Period, he followed Zhai Rang, the leader of the Wagang Army, in the uprising. After Zhai Rang was killed by Li Mi, he followed Li Mi and became Li Mi's confidant.

General Li Mi came from a distinguished family. His ancestor was Li Bi, one of the eight pillars of the Western Wei Dynasty. Yuwentai revived the old Xianbei surname, and Li Bi was given the surname Tuhe. This sword was used by the head of the Tuhe family. Later, Li Mi rebelled against the Tang Dynasty and was executed.

After killing him, Li Ji buried him and took care of the funeral arrangements, so the knife fell into his hands.

"That's it! It seems that this knife is also an ominous thing. Your Highness, you might as well give it to someone else!"

"Swords are meant to kill, so why is it unknown?" Jin Renwen smiled and said, "I am in a really awkward situation when I return to lead the army this time. If my guess is correct, my brother and Jin Yuxin will definitely put people in the army.

, thinking that they are keeping an eye on my eyes and ears, and may even suddenly cause trouble when necessary to avoid future troubles. The sword I gave to the Tang Dynasty captain today is basically just to cast stones and ask for directions, to see if there is any movement, so as to be prepared!"

"The transportation of grain to Pyongyang is a military order of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. How dare that old man Jin Yuxin interfere with it?" The middle-aged man was shocked and angry when he heard this: "Isn't he afraid that the Emperor will be angry and punish him?"

"Although the authority of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is great, how much authority does it have in this land east of the sea?" Jin Renwen smiled self-consciously: "Besides, from the moment I went to Chang'an, I, Jin Renwen, have been a redundant person.

When my late father was still here, I would still remember the love between father and son. Now that my late father has passed away and my elder brother has succeeded to the throne, they and I are like a disgusting creature stuck in our throats. I won’t be surprised by anything they do!"

"Why do you say this, Your Highness? You have made great contributions to Silla and are valued by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty——"

"It's true that Silla and I have made great contributions, but as the king's younger brother, I can't take credit without reward, haha!" Jin Renwen smiled: "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty valued me, but unfortunately he wanted to use me as a check and balance.

Silla's bargaining chip, if there is a conflict between Silla and Tang Dynasty in the future, then I will be the king of Silla and conquer the mother country. This is not a good thing!"

The middle-aged man suddenly became speechless. As Jin Renwen said, from the day when Jin Chunqiu sent Jin Renwen to Chang'an as a hostage, Jin Renwen was actually superfluous. No matter how many years he spent in Chang'an,

He was favored by the emperor and received many high-ranking officials after returning to Silla. However, in Silla and the Tang Dynasty, Jin Renwen was actually a bargaining chip that could be discarded at any time as long as the price was right. This kind of person who walks on the edge of a knife may fall into the abyss at any time.

It feels really uncomfortable.

"Maybe this is the fate of being the second son. Everything belongs to the eldest son, even his own life!" Jin Renwen sighed: "It's getting late. We have to cross the river tomorrow. I want to rest early. You

Back off first!"

The wind mixed with the fine snow hit Wang Wenzuo's face, causing a dull pain. He tried his best to pretend to be fearless, straightened his spine, tightened his face, and looked across the river from time to time, as if everything was under control.

middle.

"Sanlang! The Silla people are building bridges very quickly!" Cui Hongdu lowered his voice and looked at the Silla Hwarang who was the liaison officer not far away warily: "It only took most of the day, and the first pontoon bridge was built.

It’s almost ready!”

"It's not surprising!" Wang Wenzuo tightened his hood: "They and the Goguryeo people are feuding. They have been fighting for decades along this river. If they can't even build a pontoon bridge, they might as well find a bridge.

Just hit yourself to death with a rock!"

"Sanlang! What I mean is that if Goguryeo is destroyed, won't the Silla people be close to me? Then -" At this time, the Silla Hwarang's eyes turned over, and Cui Hongdu had to shut up and pretend

As if nothing happened.

"Well, it's good that you can think of this!" Wang Wenzuo nodded to the Silla Hwarang, and after he turned his head, he continued: "But the geese are still flying in the sky, is it a bit early to consider whether to stew or roast?

"
Chapter completed!