A group of cavalry was lying on the road. The leader looked up and down at Song Wen and his party... "Are you Song Wen?"
Song Wen cupped his hands and said, "That's right."
"The second son of the Grand Prince of the Southern Courtyard wants to see you for something, please come with us!"
"I wonder what's going on? Young Lord Marquis..."
"The young marquis has been grounded by the prince, don't make it difficult for us, just follow us obediently!"
Song Wen smiled... "Okay, it's up to you... but please take care of the women around me!"
The centurion leading the team looked at the angry big-eyed girl next to him. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a Khitan knight next to him glance at him coldly, and the teasing words that came to his mouth were repeated.
Swallowing it back... "Just take care of your own woman!"
Song Wen smiled indifferently, turned around and motioned to the little girl, Mingyue and the other two guards not to act rashly and just follow him.
As for An Chun, he no longer knows where he is going.
The deputy leader of the centurion was obviously a member of Young Marquis Yelu Shange, and he was faintly confronting the leader of the centurion, Qi Gulu. The remaining ordinary Khitan cavalry could not see any tendency, and most of them just followed the military orders silently.
The hundred-man team led Song Wen and his party straight to Xijin Mansion, and finally stopped outside a large mansion in the outer city.
Young Marquis Yelushan's confidant frowned and asked: "Song Langjun is not a prisoner, why should he be escorted to the eldest prince's private residence?"
Guru Qi of the Centurion Team said: "This is the intention of the eldest prince. There is something wrong with having too many people in the military camp..."
The deputy was twirling his horse's head with a stern look on his face... "We are the personal guards of the royal palace. The prince ordered us to arrest people. If we don't specify where to go, we can only hand them over to the custody of the military camp! This is the royal palace's practice. How can we change it so easily?"
"You..." Qi Gulu narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Do you know that the eldest prince has just made military exploits and is a hot name among Marshal Yelu Dashi! The third prince... Humph, you are so ignorant of promotion,
future……"
The deputy captain held up his hands and said: "I only know that I am the prince's personal guard, and I only follow the prince's military orders! If the prince has not given orders, they must be carried out according to the usual rules!"
Qi Gulu was so choked that he rolled his eyes. The centurion opposite him was not lower than him. He only relied on the royal palace's conventions. He really couldn't force him to bow his head. Otherwise, this fool would get in front of the prince and he would obey the orders.
It's really hard to explain that the second son of the crown prince gave private orders that violated convention.
"Forget it, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for not giving you a chance! I will report this matter to the eldest prince as it is..."
Qi Gulu cursed and turned around to beat his horse and leave. The deputy team member waved his hand disapprovingly and motioned for the cavalry to continue escorting Song Wen and his party to the military camp.
Song Wen watched this scene with great interest. It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs... It seems that the three sons of the King of the South Campus are all those who do not let him worry about it...
The little girl next to her said angrily: "What crime have we committed? It's so shameless to be detained here and there... Why did the eldest prince detain us?"
Song Wen curled his lips: "I didn't expect that the prince could win the battle with these gunpowder bombs. It seems that the Jurchens' combat power is not that terrifying..."
The little girl asked in a low voice: "Those gunpowder bombs...are they really that powerful?"
Song Wen shook his head: "Any weapon depends on the use of people. If the direction is weak and the top and bottom are centrifugal, it is useless to give missiles!"
"What is a missile?"
"Roasted sweet potato!"
“What is a sweet potato?”
"There is a plant far away from the Song Dynasty on the other side of the sea. If that thing is transplanted here, many, many people will not have to go hungry."
"Really, let's go there then!"
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later... We'll go after we build a big, big ship and form a fleet."
"Well, bring the green slave sister with you..."
"Girl is so obedient!"
The military camp is very large, especially since the Xijin Prefecture has dispatched a lot of cavalry to go north to support Zhongjing City, and it seems even more empty.
A corner of the back camp was opened up, and three tents were vacated. Several Khitan soldiers stood outside and guarded them, and Song Wen and others were not allowed to leave.
The weapons were all confiscated until a centurion reached out for the short knife worn by Song Wen on his waist... Song Wen smiled and said: "This is a little souvenir for the third prince, the young marquis, and me. The young marquis is not here now."
,Are you sure you want to take it?"
The centurion thought for a moment, then let go of his hand and turned around to leave.
Originally, Song Wen wanted the little girl to live in a tent by herself, one for the two guards, and one for herself and Mingyue... But Mingyue heartlessly ate and fell asleep after eating, her snoring sounding like a wild boar out of the mountains.
Song Wen was so angry that he had no choice but to get into the little girl's tent again.
It was getting late, and King Yeluqi of the South Courtyard had just returned to his residence. The battle on the front line was not going well, but the Khitan nobles on all sides still wanted to wait and see. As a close confidant of Emperor Tianzuo of Liao Dynasty, Yeluqi naturally wanted to set an example and strongly support the court.
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Food, grass, military horses, equipment, plus the taxes of the Xijin Prefecture for the next three years... Although his desperate search has caused a generation of resentment among the people of the Xijin Prefecture, what can Yelu Qi do? If the Emperor of Liao cannot survive, his direct lineage will not be able to survive.
You have to suffer disaster accordingly.
Yeluqi had just taken a sip of tea when the butler outside the door bent down and brought a tray... "Your Majesty, let's have something to eat!"
"let it go……"
A bowl of white rice, two kinds of vegetables, a plate of sauced venison and a plate of salt-boiled beans. Prince Daliao's diet was not rich at all.
Yeluqi picked up his chopsticks and picked some food... "So the Song people have been detained in the military camp? Is there any trouble?"
"My lord, no, that guy is very calm and calm, and he seems to be confident."
"Huh, a merchant... just wants to find a place to buy rare goods. I'll wait and see. It seems that Shan Yi got it right. These merchants are all dishonest and unrighteous people..."
"Your Majesty, it stands to reason that he should make a fuss and ask to see the Third Prince... But now that he is being detained safely, it seems that he has other support... In addition, the guards around this man have special weapons! They are very different from the people of the Song Dynasty in the past.
The equipment is very different..."
Yeluqi shook his head: "The southerners are weak, and they are not very good at using swords, guns, bows and arrows..."
"Your Majesty, the people in the military camp found that the guard's saber was unique and completely different from the Song Dynasty's standard. Would you like to take a look, Your Majesty?"
The Khitan people built their country by force, and the meaning of the name of the country is "iron"! Although the nobles were degenerate, they did not think that wielding swords was a shameful thing, so Yeluqi raised his head and looked at his confidant butler... "Take it up and take a look.
look!"
Two sabers were placed in the tray and brought up.
Yeluqi was chewing venison in his mouth and clapped his hands. He was suddenly stunned for a moment... "It's exactly the same... It looks like it was made by the military. It's a bit interesting."
The two sabers are exactly the same, and the curved arc is well made. Although the handguard is simple, it is obviously very practical and protective! There is also an iron cone-like protrusion on the handle, so the entire right hand can be well protected.
It has a double-sided blood groove, the blade is covered with soil and burnt, and you can also see superimposed forged patterns... Suddenly, Yeluqi discovered that there was a stainless steel buckle on the handle of the knife, and after a little fiddling with it, he discovered the secret.
The handle and blade of the guard can actually be separated!
The blades were exchanged, the handles were exchanged... The two knives were still perfectly integrated. Yeluqi frowned... "Can they be interchanged? So... after going into battle, if there is a standard blade, you can quickly replace it.
Bundle!"
The butler bowed and said: "Your Majesty Shengming, it is indeed true...it can be seen that this Song Dynasty man has a very powerful workshop in his own hands, and the weapons of his guards are actually better than the elites of my palace!"
Yeluqi shook his head: "This Song man is really rich...Huh, and he is an ambitious person! You have done a good job. These things show that it makes sense for Brother Shan to respect him so much! This person is not an ordinary person.
merchants..."
The butler bowed and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to... call the Third Prince over to discuss it further?"
Yeluqi put down his saber and picked up his chopsticks, and said calmly: "After all, he is just a businessman. If he can't be used by me, it's not worth seeing. Let's talk about it tomorrow... There are some things that you should leave alone!"
The butler's back tightened and he quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed... "Your Majesty Shengming, I just want you to save yourself some effort."
The old housekeeper knew that the prince was already a little dissatisfied with his vague support for the third prince, and some words were taboo, but didn't he have to think about it for his descendants?