"I will go with you."
He Siping put down his bowl and chopsticks and said with a smile, "I've just finished eating."
The two walked out of the inn and onto the street. Tongluo City was windy all year round, and the rammed earth road was blown up by the wind, leaving a shallow layer of sand floating on it.
About 20% of the shops on both sides of the street had their doors closed, and some even had their doors and windows nailed shut with wooden boards. They looked like they were closed down.
"These shops should be opened by people from Yu State."
He Siping noticed Li Ang's gaze and said: "The news that the old Khan is seriously ill and dying has spread, and many people of the Yu State who are doing business and living in Turks have already found a way to leave the grassland.
Even though they may have lived in Turks for decades, even married and had children here,
But once war breaks out, they will still be arrested by Turkic soldiers, their property will be confiscated, and they may even become slaves."
Li Ang paused after hearing this. Selling the property urgently would definitely result in heavy losses, but for the people of the Yu State living abroad, there was no better way.
He sighed: "The wild cries and thousands of families hear about the war."
“There are fishermen and woodcutters in several places in Yige.”
He Siping added the second half of the sentence and said with a smile: "Ri Sheng doesn't like war either? I thought you young people would chant something like 'If you want to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow will fill the bow and knife', 'Who knew you would be suffering from the side court?
, poems like "Even if I Die, I Still Smell the Fragrance of a Hero's Bones."
In Chang'an City, the most common occasion for new poetry and prose was not the imperial examination room, but the private banquets of literati.
Since Jing and Zhou issued their denunciations, Shilin has produced a large number of conquest poems and frontier fortress poems.
The literati wrote poems and lyrics one after another to express their feelings of serving the country. They wished they could wear swords now, go out with the army and kill the enemy invaders.
Li Ang shook his head and did not comment.
He has no problem with the patriotism of literati, but war will turn people into beasts, and war will be like a millstone, consuming every human life until a tragic peace is achieved.
"I still can't figure out why Mount Taihao suddenly instructs other countries to issue a statement against us."
Li Ang said: "Obviously during the previous academic exchanges, there was no sign."
"no one knows."
He Siping shrugged, "The Prime Minister and Your Majesty thought about it for three days and three nights, but they couldn't figure out the reason.
It can only be attributed to Taihaoshan's own whim.
It may be that Cardinal Ju Yu has received some revelation, or it may be that the Neo-Confucianism of the Academy has spread too widely, making Mount Taihao feel threatened."
'It's also possible that it's the mountain's longevity.'
Li Ang said silently in his heart.
A monk like Shan Chang can completely decide the outcome of a war.
Maybe Taihao Mountain had wanted to start this war for a long time, but it was only because of the existence of the mountain chief that it has been able to endure it until now.
Is it really impossible to overcome the five declines of heaven and man?
The two of them were walking along the street. It was dusk at this time, and every household was starting to light a fire to cook. A strange smell of braised meat wafted over.
He Siping sniffed it and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said: "Such delicious meat, which shop made this?"
Li Ang subconsciously sensed the silk threads in his body. Since absorbing part of the brown sludge that day, the silk threads had evolved a bit again.
Not only has the number of controllable clones increased, each clone's sensing ability has also become more sensitive, with hearing, smell and even touch that are beyond ordinary people.
For example, now, a fly controlled by Mo Si slowly flew above a house, looking for the smell of braised meat floating in the air.
This mansion should be the residence of a certain Turkic nobleman. It has a vast area and many pavilions.
However, the courtyard was completely silent, and there was not a single servant or guard in sight.
strangeness.
The fly hovered over the house for a while, and finally settled on the direction where the hot steam of braised pork was coming from - the kitchen.
The kitchen doors and windows were closed, and the flies compressed their bodies and burrowed in along the cracks in the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of a machete chopping bones sounded at the end of the room, flies crawled across the shelves filled with fruits and vegetables, and only a huge figure was seen, waving a rusty kitchen knife in front of the stove.
Boom, boom, boom!
The figure chopped hard, and the four-finger-thick solid wood cutting board trembled slightly from the huge force.
He threw a large piece of meat into the boiling iron pot on his left - the aroma of braised meat wafted from the pot.
The remaining meat is hung on the iron hook shelf on the right.
The fly that was rubbing its palms suddenly stopped.
There are various pieces of meat hanging from the iron hooks.
Hands, feet, heart, lungs, head.
Surprisingly, they were all people who originally lived in the mansion.
The sound of chopping meat suddenly stopped, and the figure suddenly turned around. The machete in his hand flew out instantly like an arrow from the string, pinning the fly heavily to the wall.
The fly, which was still alive, finally saw the figure's face clearly.
He was a butcher with big shoulders and round waist, a face full of flesh, curly and messy beard, and wearing a blood-stained coat.
Zhao Ming, cannibal, ghost shovel.
Li Ang, who was walking three streets away, suddenly stopped and grabbed He Siping, who was about to walk forward.
The intersection in front of the two of them,
A thin figure walked slowly to the middle of the road.
He was an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked like an ape.
He was wearing a futou and a robe, with a wooden scabbard hanging on his right waist, his palm resting on the hilt of the sword, and looking at Li Ang from a distance with a smile.
"drive!"
A group of young Turkic nobles rode horses from a distance.
On both sides of their saddles, wild animals such as foxes and rabbits were hung on ropes. They had obviously just returned from a hunting trip. They were in high spirits and ready to show off today's victory to their families.
The noble boy at the head saw an old man blocking the road, and he couldn't help but raise his whip, ready to whip it off.
The horsewhip whipped towards the ape old man with a sound of breaking through the air, seemingly slowly but really quickly.
The latter did not dodge, as if he was unaware of the danger.
Then,
Buzz——
Just listen to a tiny sound like the chirping of cicadas,
The figure of the young man on horseback suddenly froze, and the whip suddenly fell from his hand, falling to the ground about three feet away from the old man.
Yuan Sou remained motionless, looking at Li Ang and Li Ang with a smile, but the palm of his hand resting on the hilt of the sword seemed to have changed its position.
Snap.
The left side of the riding boy's forehead slipped, and then the right side of his forehead - straight lines of blood appeared all over his body, cutting his body into countless pieces.
The companions around him could not escape the bad luck,
The seven young men were all shattered from their horses and fell to the ground, together with the high-grade soft armor they were wearing.
The hot blood was poured on the horse's back as if it were free of charge,
The horses, which were unharmed, were so frightened that they raised their front hooves and neighed in fear.
The screams of pedestrians on the street soared into the sky, and everyone was running away in a hurry. Only the Tongluo City guards in the distance who didn't know what was going on were still looking here.
The old man pulled out the long sword at his waist, performed the most orthodox Zhou sword salute towards Li Ang and Shi Shiran, and said with a smile: "This is the first time we meet, I'm Zhao Ming, Yuansou."
This chapter has been completed!