Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 2: Eastern Continent Secret Envoy Nine

The wooden plow opened the sheepskin curtain embroidered with gold silk, and lowered its head into the golden tent, smelling the familiar scent of incense. In the curling cigarette, the Maharaja was half leaning on the bed, holding a cup of goat milk, looking out the window thoughtfully.

Seeing Mu Li come in, the Maharaja waved his hand and invited him to sit aside. Mu Li is a dear general who has followed the Maharaja since he was young. When outsiders are away, he always has the grace to sit on the bed.

"Your majesty is looking for me, what's the matter?"

The majesty shook his head: "It's okay, I want to talk to you."

Mu Li bowed his body: "It's still quiet these days, but the companions of King Elu Khan should bring people to collect the horses and weapons, which is very disrespectful to the soldiers."

The majesty smiled: "You and Erlu are both close to Bimogan. Erlu has more soldiers, which is good for you. Why are you dissatisfied? Blame me for not calling the tiger and leopard cavalry Is it under your command?"

Muli's expression remained the same, and he shook his head: "Both Mu Li and King Elu Khan supported the prince, but Mu Li thought that he and King Elu Khan were not in the same group of horses. What's more, the tiger and leopard riders are ours. The strongest cavalry in Qingyang are the military horses used by the Maharaja to guard the northern capital and deter the tribes. No matter who they are assigned to, Mu Li will not agree."

"Let's not talk about this." The majesty waved his hand casually, "Is your son okay? I asked Asule to follow you to learn swordsmanship. Is his progress fast?"

"Shizi's body is very weak, and the strength in his arms is not enough. It is already very difficult to be able to lift the knife and swing it. There is no strength in the knife, and there is no progress." Not a material for learning knives."

"Oh? Is that so?" Maharaja said lightly, without moving his brows, just lowered his head and drank the milk from the silver bowl.

"Only a little..."

"A little?" The Maharaja suddenly looked up at the wooden plow, "What a little?"

"It's been a long time since I saw someone practice swords so hard, even when Mu Li was teaching the fourth prince, he didn't see him working so hard. Mu Li only explained one kind of chopping to the prince every day, even if it was a , Shizi is not proficient at practicing. After practicing the latter, he forgot the former, and there is no strength in the knife, let alone killing people, even killing a gazelle. But he can keep practicing until night, and he can still hear There was an empty sound on the other side of the wooden pile, and it was the sound of Shizi practicing the knife and splitting the pile. That kind of desperate energy seemed..." Mu Li hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Sometimes looking at him is like seeing a wooden plow. When I was young, Mu Li was a slave boy at that time, and if he didn’t practice the sword, he would have to keep sheep for a lifetime, and he couldn’t survive.”

The majesty was silent for a moment: "But he is the eldest son, the noble young son of our Pasuer family of the Lu family, there is no reason to work so hard, is there?"

"Yes! Now the son has mastered seven of the nine basic tactics. In a few days, he will practice charging and chopping, and then he will get on the horse and split the pile. It's just that the wooden plow has seen him practice like this. I'm afraid it will hurt my body."

"It will hurt your body... What a silly boy." The majesty was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Don't teach me how to punch and chop. Let him practice for fun, and don't teach him how to ride a horse, just make a show That's it."

"This..."

"Mu Li, you are too serious. It doesn't matter if you don't learn the knife or not? A child's mind, maybe he will forget it tomorrow?"

"But...but if this is the case, why did the majesty appoint Mu Li to teach the son? Don't the majesty want to..."

The majesty waved his hand: "After all, he is the eldest son, so he should have the best teacher. But in my heart, I don't want him to become a warrior. I want to look good, and I want to look good. Remember Muli , Asule, is not suitable for learning knives."

Both fell silent, the Maharaja handed over a cup of wine, the wooden plow was in his hand and did not drink.

He suddenly put down his cup and knelt down: "Majesty, Muli has a word."

The majesty glanced at him, pointed at him with the lid of the silver cup and smiled: "Why is my wooden plow so hesitant to speak? The only sheep on the grassland were caught by wolves when they barked loudly. , I haven’t heard that lions and tigers dare not speak out. Muli and you have been with me for so many years, and you are our Qingyang lions and tigers. If you have anything to say, just tell me, I don’t blame you.”

Mu Li nodded vigorously: "Mu Li wants to ask the Maharaja about establishing an heir."

"Heir?" The majesty raised his eyebrows, "My youngest son is Asule. According to the rules on the grassland, my tent, cattle and sheep will be his in the future. Does the wooden plow feel wrong?"

"Mu Li feels wrong!" Mu Li raised his voice, "With the body of the son, how many years can he live? What's more, the mother of the son is from Shuo Bei, and Shuo Bei is our biggest enemy. Mu Li followed Da Aren't you all fighting against the white wolf in Shuobei?"

"How many years can I live?" The majesty sighed lowly, "I don't know either. As for the blood of Shuobei, Muli, I also have half of Donglu blood. I don't know if Asule is Not half of Shuobei people, I only know his mother is a poor woman in my tent."

He paced back and forth in the golden tent with his hands behind his back: "Muli, I know that the group of people who support Bimogan are called the eldest son's shack in private, and the group who support Xu Dahan are called the third son's shack. It is still a matter of establishing an heir. You all feel that sooner or later, I will abolish Asule and establish another heir. Man. I know all of this, but what I want to tell you is that I love the son of Asule very much in my heart, and I don’t want to hear anything about abolishing him before I fall.”

"But Maharaja..."

"Mu Li, I don't need to talk about this anymore, I know your thoughts. I know your thoughts. I have an idea in my heart. One day I will die, and I will choose the most suitable maharaja for you. Asu Le learning sword skills, if you let him know that it is impossible, he will retreat and rest at ease. There is no need to really teach him any sword skills, understand?"

"Yes." Mu Li nodded, "It's just that I have something to say, not for the eldest prince, but for the son."

"You say."

"No matter how weak the son is, he is still a boy on our grassland. The majesty promised him to let him learn swordsmanship, but he asked Muli not to teach him. Didn't he lie to him?"

"Even if I lie to him..." Maharaja was silent for a moment, then smiled, "As a father, I just hope that my son will grow up well and live longer, so what if he is not a hero? His grandfather is an unrivaled hero, what happened to his grandfather, Mu Li, you haven’t forgotten, right?”