Chapter 31 Chapter Three

It was late at night and it was already cold outside the tent. It was warm inside the tent, with a copper steamer on the brazier, the milky white mutton soup was bubbling, and the smell of meat was wafting everywhere.The young warrior pushed the fire hook away from the charcoal fire, thin sparks floated up, and the people next to him blew on their lips, and they flashed out in disorder. The fire blower sniffled: "It's done!" He forked a piece of fresh and tender mutton, blew it, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed comfortably, then unscrewed the cupronickel wine jar, and took a sip, as if blowing out a mouthful of spicy air from his heart and lungs, patting the meat. The knees cried out: "This is the authentic spicy haggis. The spices are not enough, and no matter how you cook it, it will be tasteless!"

He rolled up the wide sleeves of his robe, fiddled with the soup with a knife, and picked up the whole lamb kidney.Only then did he think of his stewing companion, so he pouted at the young warrior, motioning for him to do the same: "Banzalie, do it yourself." The person who blows the fire is a young and handsome Donglu literati, in his twenties, with a black hood and wide sleeves, he looks refined and gentle. Banzalie also stabbed a small piece of meat, chewed slowly, and looked at the scribe on the opposite side curiously.He is Bi Mogan's companion, one of the most trusted people of Bi Mogan, who was sent to accompany this distinguished guest from the Eastern Continent.

Banzalie, a merchant in the Eastern Continent, has seen it more than once. Most of them are puffy people. They have neat beards. From a distance, they look like two strokes of ink smeared. Laughing, when he saw an ordinary herdsman, he straightened his face, looked sideways with triangular eyes, and put his hands on his back with his bulging belly.Some people have luxurious rapiers at their waists, but they are exhausted after riding a horse for more than ten miles.They also dislike barbarian diets, and often carry cooks, liqueurs, and pickles with them. But this frail young man was completely different.He can drink strong wine from Hokuriku, sing songs that the shepherds like, and can mount a horse with just a lift of his robe. Although he doesn't wear a sword, his two eyebrows that fly diagonally seem to be sharper than a sword.

Bi Mogan didn't come back until late at night, and the scribe wanted to eat the famous spicy haggis in the northern capital city. He thought the maids didn't make it spicy enough, so he and Banzalie set up a copper steamer in the tent and lit the fire to cook the soup. Throw in a big bag of spicy spices. The mutton seemed to melt in the mouth, but the pungent taste was like a knife scraping in his mouth, and the tip of Banzalie's nose soon broke into fine sweat. "How is it?" Scribe handed over the wine jar, "Drink, you must drink!" It was rare to see that kind of fiery eyes among men in the prairie. Ban Zalie felt that he had less scruples with him, so he took a sip from the wine jar.The wine is light blue in color, the famous Gurqin liquor in Qingyang, it burns from the mouth to the heart like a stream of fire.

"Mr. Luo, I've never seen a person from the Eastern Continent!" Ban Zhalie gave a thumbs up to the scribe, "Like a hero of our barbarians!" "Oh?" The scribe licked the oily smell from the corner of his mouth, "What should people from Donglu look like?" "Donglu people..." Ban Zhalie thought for a while, but didn't know what to say. "I know if you don't tell me," the scribe grinned, "but the Donglu people are different from what you think. The Donglu is very big, if it's all grassland, it may take a year for the horses to run from one end to the other. You can’t even run away. There are also different kinds of people in the Eastern Land. We have a Liguo in the south of the Eastern Land. We call them Nanman. You won’t believe their soldiers if you haven’t seen them. They all wear red light armor. Fighting is like a red lion. They don't use ladders to attack the city. The soldiers hold knives in their mouths, hold ropes between each other, stick daggers in the gaps in the city wall and climb up. Cut off an enemy's head, Just tie your hair in your belt and go find the next enemy."

"so?" "That's right, the warriors of the Southern Man, after the battle, set up a large scale to weigh the heads and the gold baht at the same time. Women only like the strongest young man, and whoever is the bravest in the village can choose the best girl at will. But What is this? It’s just the bravery of ordinary people. The emperor Bai Yin who founded our country was originally just a lowly warrior, but he unified the entire Eastern Continent in only eleven years. Where the Fire Rose flag went , The enemy dared not fight, and retreated in desperation, such a hero like wildfire, it makes people feel hot when they think about it!" When he said this, there was a burning look in the eyes of the young scribe.

"Is Bai Yin's martial arts very good? Is he the number one warrior in the Eastern Continent?" Ban Zalie couldn't help asking. "No. Although he is also a samurai, his martial arts are not the best. His Sizhu Kingdom and Four-day General are far stronger than him." "It is not brave to drive others to fight. Even if you are defeated, you don't have to die yourself." The scribe shook his head: "This is wrong. Emperor Qiangwei is not afraid of death. When he was young, he fought against the river in Jianshui. He personally led the cavalry to charge the battle, and the enemy's bows and arrows followed him. He was hit by three arrows. , three of the war horses under his crotch died. Every time, the general of the Four Pillars Kingdom gave up the horses to him, and then followed him to fight on foot, and finally defeated the enemy. Think about the outstanding warriors of the Four Pillars Kingdom who shocked the Eastern Continent , why do you have to give up the horse to him regardless of yourself? It is not because he is the leader, but because as long as he is carrying the banner of Fire Rose and standing there on horseback, all the soldiers will follow him to charge. Can't ride a horse and wield a sword, what does it matter if he can kill a few people? How can a man be afraid of death if he is born in this world? Establishing a thousand years of achievements and unifying the mountains and rivers of the four states is the courage of an emperor, even if he dies He is also an unrivaled hero!"

"Good!" Applause rang out from outside the curtain, "The courage of the emperor!" Lifting the curtain of the tent, Bi Mogan strode in and sat on the ground next to Banzalie.He took off the big sleeves on his shoulders, tied the sleeves around his waist barebacked, took out a piece of lamb liver in the steaming copper steamer, blew it and ate it. "Okay! It's spicy enough." Bimogan covered his mouth and laughed. However, the Donglu scribes restrained themselves, their scorching eyes disappeared, and their eyes were clear and sharp.He smiled and handed the wine jar over.

Bimogan took a sip: "Some urgent matter, father summoned us, and then discussed with several generals in the tent of the Nine Kings, it was too late. Brother Luo came here in a hurry, please speak up if you have anything to say." The scribe laughed: "The matter of my visit and the urgent matter of the eldest prince are actually the same thing." Bi Mogan nodded: "I guessed it. Let's be honest, my father and Xiatang intend to form an alliance, and one of our brothers is going to be a hostage. At present, everyone in the northern capital is guessing who will be the hostage. Nine Kings He and the three generals tried their best to keep me from going, but I'm not completely sure."

"The matter with Xiatang is irreversible?" Bimogan sighed: "Will Bimogan lie to Mr. Luo? I know about it, I'm afraid it's not as early as Mr. Luo. My father dispatched Dahesa to go south this time, and there is no news at all. Let's talk about redeeming it at this time." , it's too late." The scribe smiled bitterly: "It's too late... Our Chun Kingdom has been operating in the northern capital city for four full years, hoping to form an alliance with Qingyang. So far, we have not even seen the face of the majesty. The next Tang Dynasty can be settled in just half a year." For the next big thing, all our painstaking efforts have gone to the water, how can the eldest prince ask me to explain to Lord Liang Qiu?"

"You Donglu has a poem that says: The sword is in the hands of a hero, and the prince is proud on the stage." Bi Mogan said sadly, "I have known brother Luo for four years, and I think we have a sincere friendship, but now that the sword is not in my hand, what does it matter?" Method?" "If our country is willing to do our best," the scribe tentatively said, "the eldest prince will give advice to the majesty, and the conditions that the next Tang Dynasty is willing to offer, our Chun country will offer the same, and open the Tiantuo Gorge waterway. I just want to ally with our country, is it possible? " "I can't. If I say something, it's Dai Chunguo who made an offer to my father. My father is taboo to make friends with Donglu privately, and he is the strictest on our brothers. Brother Luo should also know. Otherwise, Brother Luo doesn't have to bother every time he comes. Avoid Xu Dahan's eyes. If I come out at this time, I may not have the result that Brother Luo wants." "The water is drying up, and the fish is dying, so how can we not fight with all our strength?" The scribe looked directly into Bi Mogan's eyes, his eyes sparkling. "Brother Luo wants to fight with all his strength?" Bi Mogan pondered for a moment, "Then I will figure out a way, and ask the Nine Kings to introduce Mr. Luo. But when it comes time to discuss, I will naturally fully support the alliance with Chunguo!" "Then in front of the generals and the leaders of the various families, the eldest prince must preside over it for us." Bimogan nodded: "Brother Luo and I have been friends for four years. Is Bimogan the kind of person who says nothing and is ashamed to be a friend?" The scribe slowly stretched out a hand: "Then what kind of person Luo Ziyan is, there is no need to say more!" Without even thinking about it, Bimogan slapped the scribe's palm with a crisp sound.The palms of both of them were burning hot. They looked at each other and laughed together. "Brother Luo came here very quickly this time. If it was a few days later, I would have sent a pigeon to contact you." "It came after Dahesa's ponytail. I didn't expect Dahesa to gallop for more than 2,000 miles because of his age. I started from Bizhi and fell behind half a day's journey." Bimogan was taken aback: "Chunguo knows about Dahesa's itinerary?" Luo Ziyan nodded: "Dahesa has to cross the Tiantuo Gorge when going south and north. It is the sea under the jurisdiction of our Chun Kingdom. How could it escape the eyes and ears of the scouts? When the Tianshi went south a year ago, Lord Liang Qiu got The news, but I didn’t know what it was at that time, so I quietly let it go. This time, the scouts heard the Tianshi’s followers’ comments, and then they knew something big happened.” Bimogan was so shocked that he slapped his small saber on the ground: "How can the coastal defense of Tiantuo Gorge be so strict?" The scribe nodded slowly: "I don't want to hide from the eldest prince. There is not a single private boat on the Tiantuo Gorge. Even fishermen are registered as military members. Passed down from father to son, they don't pay taxes and work for the country. Smuggling across the sea, the news will be sent to the nearby military government office overnight. This is the "Seven Seas Tax Military System" issued by Emperor Fengyan 40 years ago. .” Bi Mogan is silent. "Emperor Fengyan..." He sighed softly, "There are indeed countless heroes outside the grassland." The scribe suddenly laughed: "Come on, don't just talk. The spicy haggis I cooked with my own hands is not to the taste of the eldest prince?" "It's so hot that tears come out." Bi Mogan smiled, "You are not a secret envoy of the Chun Kingdom, you are just a chili dealer in the Eastern Land!" Banzalie was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "You ride a fast horse, go to Tieyou's tent and ask him to drink and eat meat, and meet Brother Luo." Bimogan said to him, "Don't get tired of being with women all day long." "yes!" Ban Zalie stood up, but was suddenly taken aback, and held the waist knife. "Who?" He snorted. Among the several companions, Banzalie was the most skilled in swordsmanship and the most discerning in his eyes and ears, and no slightest movement could escape his attention.There were faint sounds of people running in heavy boots outside the tent, which was more heavily guarded than Mogan's tent, and no one should run so recklessly. The curtain was raised suddenly, and Banzalie was about to jump out, when a thunderous shout sounded in his ears: "Brother, something happened! Asule is gone!" "No more?" Bimogan sat up abruptly, splashing strong wine on his chest. It was Tie You who came in. He was supposed to be begging the new Eastland dancer in his tent, but at this moment his face was covered with sweat, as if he had rushed all the way here. "The news from Mu Haiyang that Asule went out without any companion at night, was robbed by someone, and now he doesn't know his life or death. He only brought the dumb maid by his side, and escaped to report the news. Father was alarmed , ordered Mu Haiyang’s men and horses to search around, and Nine Kings also ordered tiger and leopard cavalry, but there was no return. I came here on horseback when I got the news, and all the people coming and going on the road were cavalry.” "Who is so bold?" Bi Mogan was stunned there.Although the northern capital is not as prosperous as the important town of Donglu, there are still 100,000 people living there, and there are cavalry patrols at night.It is an unprecedented shame and humiliation for someone to rob the prince in the city.However, the princes of Qingyang in the past are all powerful warriors who can defeat hundreds of people. Even if they are single-handed, it is not easy to rob him. Asule is the only exception. The scribe stood up: "Second prince, how many people robbed the prince?" "A dozen or so." "Not ordinary people." The scribe mused, "The northern capital is heavily guarded, with more than a dozen people acting, they are not ordinary bandits." "Wake everyone up for me," Bimogan put on his coat and sword, "Follow me out to search!" "Eldest Prince, wait a moment." The scribe waved his hand, "Second Prince, what are you doing with the other princes?" "No, my father forbids the notification to others. Now Mu Haiyang and the Nine Kings have been ordered to search tent by tent, first the princes, and then the owner. I don't know when they will come here. Know the news How could the Patriarch dare to make any movement? They all waited in the tent and did not dare to move." "Then the majesty thinks the same as I do, he suspects the thief first." "What kind of guts are there for an insider? Are you planning to rebel?" Bi Mogan said viciously, "I'd better go out and have a look." "Don't go, Eldest Prince!" The scribe smiled wryly, "Have you forgotten, Eldest Prince, you are the biggest internal thief." "Why did Mr. Luo say that?" The scribe had an extra Donglu fan with a white paper in his hand. He beat his palms and paced: "The crown prince is gone. If he can't find it, he will have to choose a new crown prince from now on. According to the current situation, the eldest prince is a well-deserved candidate, so the crown prince is a worthy candidate. If you are about to die, the eldest prince will benefit the most. Not only does the eldest prince go out without avoiding suspicion, isn't it just giving someone a handle?" Bimo was stunned for a moment, and shouted loudly: "What am I afraid of? I came out of the tent today and immediately went to the Nine Kings tent to discuss matters. I didn't walk away even if I wanted to do it. Search people, and I don’t even have them in my tent! Some people want to insult me, and they have to ask about my precious sword!” There was another sound of messy footsteps outside the tent, this time more than one, the haste was frightening.Banzalie lifted the curtain, and a group of house slaves under Bimogan's tent were kneeling outside. "Master, it's bad! Someone led troops to surround our village!" "A man from Muhaiyang? A man from King Elu Khan?" "Neither, they belong to the third and fourth princes!" "Xu Dahan!" Bi Mogan was stunned for a moment, "every family is waiting for father to search, how dare he move?" The scribe stamped his feet abruptly: "It's too late, we're already one step too late!" "Late?" Bi Mogan stared at him. "It's too late for us to get the news. The third prince wants to pin the blame on the eldest prince. If the eldest prince will benefit the most from the death of the eldest son, then who can not doubt the eldest prince?" Bimogan suddenly remembered something, stepped forward and grabbed his younger brother's skirt, his eyes were sharp and menacing: "Is it you?" Tieyou shook his head desperately: "I will do it, and I will tell my brother, I..." The scribe went up and pulled Bi Mogan away: "It's definitely not the second prince!" The scribe lifted up the hem of Tie You's robe, revealing his bare legs: "The second prince really got up from the quilt to report the news. Look at the trousers, he didn't even have time to put them on. He only wore a robe. It doesn't look like With confidence." Tie You's face turned red.He was fooling around in the tent just now, and when he got the news, he immediately rode over naked. "There's nothing else to do now." Bi Mogan took a deep breath, "No matter what, if Xu Dahan is allowed to come in and search the tent, we brothers won't have to hold our heads high in the northern capital. Even if we use force, we must guard our The dignity of the Suer family!"