Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 3: The nine sons of the world


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 person who blows the fire sniffs: "It's done!"

He forked a piece of fresh and tender mutton, blew it, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it 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 his knees and yelling: "This is authentic spicy haggis. The spices are not enough, and it will be tasteless no matter how you cook it!"

He rolled up the wide sleeves of his robe, fiddled with the soup with a knife, and picked up the whole sheep 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 headband and wide sleeves, he looks refined and gentle.

Ban Zalie also stabbed a small piece of meat, chewed slowly, and looked curiously at the scribe on the opposite side. He was Bi Mogan's companion, one of the most trusted people of Bi Mogan, and was sent to accompany this distinguished guest from East China.

Ban Zalie, a merchant in East China, 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. When they see nobles, they often float on the skin. He laughed a little, but when he saw an ordinary herdsman, he straightened his face, looked sideways with triangular eyes, and put his hands behind his back on his swollen 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 is completely different. He can drink strong wine from Beilu, 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.

Bimogan didn't come back until late at night, and the scribes wanted to eat the famous spicy haggis in the capital city. They thought the maids didn't make it spicy enough, so they set up a copper steamer in the tent with Banzalie and lit the soup by themselves. , Throw in large bags 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 Banzalei's nose soon broke into fine sweat.

"How about it?" The scribe handed over the wine jar, "Drink, you must drink!"

It is rare to see that kind of fiery eyes among the men in the grassland. Banzalie felt that there was less scruples between him and 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.

"I've never seen someone from Donglu like Mr. Luo!" Banzalie gave a thumbs up to the scribe, "Like a hero from our barbarians!"

"Oh?" The scribe licked the greasy corner of his mouth, "What do people from Dongli look like?"

"People from East Six..." Banzalie thought for a while, but didn't know what to say.

"I know if you don't tell me," the scribe grinned, "but the people in Donglu are different from what you think. Donglu is very big. If it's all grassland, you can run horses from one end to the other. Maybe you won’t be able to run for a year. There are also different kinds of people in Donglu. We have a country in the south of Donglu. We call them Nanman. You won’t believe their soldiers if you haven’t seen them. They all wear red. Lightly armored, they fight like red lions. They don't use ladders to attack the city. The soldiers hold knives in their mouths, hold ropes between each other, and stick daggers in the gaps in the city wall to climb up. Cut down an enemy head, tie it on your belt, and go find the next enemy.”

"So?"

"That's right, the warriors of the Nanman, after the battle, put a large scale, weigh the head, and weigh the gold baht at the same time. Women only like the strongest young man, whoever is the bravest in the village, the best girl is free Pick. 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 East China in only eleven years. The fire rose flag Wherever he went, the enemy did not dare to 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 East China?" Ban Zhalie 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 better 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 shot three arrows, and three of his horses died. Every time, the general of the Four-Pillar Kingdom gave up the horse to him, and then followed him to fight on foot, and finally defeated the enemy. Think about the power of the Four-Pillar Kingdom. 6 Why would you give up your horse to him regardless of yourself? It's definitely 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 warriors will follow him to charge. It has nothing to do with whether he can ride a horse and wield a knife, and how many people he can kill? How can a man be afraid of death like him when 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 is dead, he is still a hero of the world!"

"Okay!" There was applause from outside the curtain, "The courage of the emperor!"

As soon as the curtain of the tent was lifted, 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.

The literati of the East Lu restrained themselves, and all the scorching eyes disappeared, and the pupils were clear and sharp. He smiled and handed the wine jar over.

Bimogan took a sip: "There is something urgent, my father summoned us, and after that, we discussed with several generals in the tent of the Nine Kings, and we came 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 coming and the urgent matter of the eldest prince are actually the same thing."

Bimogan nodded: "I guessed it. Let's just say it, my father and Xia Tang intend to form an alliance, and one of our brothers will be a hostage. Everyone in the northern capital is currently guessing who will be the hostage." The nine kings and the three generals tried their best to keep me from going, but I'm not 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 about it. It's too late to talk about redemption."

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 met the majesty. How could Xia Tang manage in such a short period of time?" In half a year's time, all our painstaking efforts have been settled, how can the eldest prince ask me to explain to Lord Liang Qiu?"

"There is a poem in your East Lu 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 thought I had a sincere friendship, but now the sword is not in my hand, What can I do?"

"If our country is willing to do our best," the scribe tentatively said, "the eldest prince will make suggestions to the majesty, and the conditions that the Tang Dynasty is willing to offer, our Chun Kingdom will offer the same, and open the Tiantuoxia waterway. I just want to ally with our country instead. , can you?"

"I can't. If I say something, it's Dai Chunguo who is making an offer to his father. My father is taboo to make friends with Dong Lu privately, and he is the strictest on our brothers. Brother Luo should also know. Otherwise, every time Brother Luo comes, You don't have to bother to 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 before 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 send 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: "When Dahesa goes south and north, he has to cross the Tiantuo Gorge. It is the sea under the jurisdiction of our Chun Kingdom. How could he escape the eyes and ears of the scouts? When Tianshi went south a year ago, Liang Qiuhou Lord, I 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 something from the Heavenly Master’s followers, so they knew something big happened.”

Bimogan was so startled that he slapped his small saber on the ground: "Is the coastal defense of Tiantuo Gorge 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. If you want to smuggle 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. , What a hero."

Bi Mogan is silent.

"Emperor Fengyan..." He sighed softly, "There are 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 prince's taste, right?"

"It's so hot that tears come out." Bimo laughed dryly, "You are not a secret envoy of the Chun Kingdom, you are just a chili dealer in East China!"

Banzalie was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"You ride a fast horse, go to the tent of Tieyou and ask him to drink and eat meat, and meet Brother Luo." Bi Mogan said to him, "Don't get tired of being with women all day long."

"Yes!"

Ban Zalie got up, but suddenly he was taken aback, and he grasped the waist knife.

"Who?" He snorted.

Among the 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 lifted suddenly, and Banzalie was about to jump out, when a thunderous shout sounded in his ears: "Brother, something has happened! Asule is gone!"

"It's gone?" Bimogan sat up abruptly, splashing the spirits on his chest.

It was Tie You who came in. He was supposed to be begging the new Dong Lu 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, Asule went out privately at night without any companions. He was robbed by someone, and now he does not know whether he is alive or dead. He only brought the dumb maid by his side, and escaped to report the news. Father I was alarmed, ordered Mu Haiyang's men to search around, and Jiuwang also ordered tiger and leopard cavalry, but there was no return. I got the news and came here on horseback, and all the people on the road were cavalry .”

"Who is so bold?"

Bimogan stood there in shock. Although the northern capital city is not as prosperous as the major towns in the East Lu, 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 scholar stood up: "Second prince, how many people robbed the son?"

"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," said Bimogan, wearing a coat and saber, "Follow me 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 doesn't want to inform others. Now Mu Haiyang and Jiu Wang have been ordered to search tent by tent, first search the princes, and then search the owner's. I don't know when they will come here .The Patriarch who knows the news dares to make any movement? They all wait in the tent and dare not move."

"Then the majesty is the same as I thought, and he suspected 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 Dong Lu fan with a white handle in his hand, and he beat his palms and paced: "The prince is gone, if he can't find it, he has to choose a new crown prince from now on. According to the current situation, the eldest prince is a well-deserved candidate. So when the son is about to die, the eldest prince will benefit the most. Not only does the eldest prince go out without avoiding suspicion, isn't that just giving someone a handle?"

Bimogan 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 leave even if I wanted to do it. Arrangement. If you want to search for people, I don’t even have them in my tent! If someone wants to insult me, they have to ask about my precious sword!”

The sound of messy footsteps came again from outside the tent, this time there were more than one, and 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!" Bimogan was stunned for a moment, "every family is waiting for father to search, how dare he move?"

The scribe suddenly stamped his feet: "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 blame the eldest prince. If the eldest prince dies, the greatest benefit will go to the eldest prince, 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 that you?"

Tie You 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, so he only wore a robe. It doesn't seem like a well-thought-out plan."

Tie You blushed. He was fooling around in the tent just now, when he got the news, he rode over naked immediately.

"There's nothing else to do now." Bi Mogan took a deep breath, "Anyway, if Xu Dahan is allowed to come in and search the tent, we brothers won't have to hold our heads high in Beidu in the future. Even if we use force, we must Keep the dignity of our Pasur family!"


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