Chapter 185

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 185"

weight="107067"

series = ["I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man"]

mode = "manual"

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The temple summoned, Lin Jia couldn't delay too long, the two sides confessed the signal and method of contact, he immediately changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Crane is plain white, his clothes fluttering, and the whole person is full of aura. No wonder Tao Yunqing, who came to meet him at the door, looked a little straight.

He personally helped Lin Jia to mount, Tao Yunqing turned his head and looked at Qin Nuo and his party who went downstairs. Smiling and greeted: "Little General Pang, I don't know how this little brother's condition is."

"He was seriously injured, causing internal injuries, and it is impossible to heal in a short time." Lin Jia behind shook his head and said.

Qin Nuo and his party cooperated with an expression of worry. This was negotiated by the two parties before, and it was more convenient for multiple bed rests to move secretly.

Tao Yunqing comforted a few words with deep sympathy. Soon he left with Lin Jia.

Qin Nuo and his party were walking on the way back. It was already sunset, and the sky was gloomy, as if night had fallen ahead of schedule. Although the weather is not good, it did not affect the joy of the people in the city. Many people are busy going in and out, tidying up their few belongings.

They are about to move to Panluo City, which has just been conquered.

In the past few years, the Xuelie nationality has been recovering and growing, and the newly born population has increased day by day. The city has already been fully loaded. It is naturally elated to be able to move to a stronger and more spacious city, and there is still a richer pasture outside.

Approaching near the temple, a celebration banquet is being held in the small square in front.

No matter what happened, Qin Nuo and his party stopped, admiring this rare exotic atmosphere.

More than a dozen girls are dancing. Although the dance steps are uneven and the accompaniment of the piano is not pleasing to the ear, there is still a vibrant taste. Maybe it is because the faces of people who dance or appreciate dances Smile with joy.

Qin Nuo noticed before that the Xuelie tribe is mostly young people, especially children, which shows that this tribe is growing rapidly in recent years.

As he was walking slowly, a call came from the front: "Master General, have you come here too?"

Looking up, it was Suror, holding things with four or five other girls, walking on the opposite road, and saw Qin Nuo with a surprised look.

She said a few words to the girls next to her, and then hurried over.

"My lord, do you want to participate in the next dance?"

Qin Nuo smiled and said, "I want to see it."

"Tonight is very lively, and there will be singing and dancing troupes coming to perform later." Suror laughed, and then raised the thing in his hand to Qin Nuo.

"Please accept this, it's honey wine. You can drink it while watching the show."

Qin Nuo didn't refuse her kindness and accepted the bulging skin.

Suror bowed happily and saluted, then ran back.

A group of girls laughed like silver bells. They stared at Qin Nuo and Pei Tuo and the others behind them, shyly and timidly, whispering about something.

Qin Nuo's ears and eyes vaguely caught a few words.

"So handsome..."

"The other ones... the one on the left is the most..."

"...Unfortunately, all of them are leaving..."

The girls are like a group of happy nightingales, flying far away soon, but still turning their heads from time to time, nostalgic for Qin Nuo and his party.

Yan Chang and a few people came up and faced the emperor, not daring to make fun of them, but the expression of winking made Qin Nuo understand what they wanted to say.

The dog couldn't spit out ivory, and Qin Nuo didn't want to listen to those bad things, so he threw the wine pouch in his hand up twice.

The eyes of several people were immediately attracted. Not only the few of them, but even the young people passing by, couldn't help but look twice.

In this cold country, fine wine is more attractive than any treasure.

The desire to seduce Yan Chang's gluttons couldn't stop, Qin Nuo Shi Shiran opened the stopper and started drinking.

Drinking with this kind of envy, jealousy and hatred is really delicious. At least it is more delicious than the drink in your mouth.

Maybe it's because the wine in the inner palace is used to drinking, the Xuelie people's wine making skills are really lackluster. Fortunately, the taste of the wine is light with some sweetness.

Recalling the boxes of drinks held by those girls just now, Qin Nuo suddenly found something wrong.

In a place like Beishuo where the products are barren, especially in the mid-winter season, grain is an extremely precious resource, and it is rarely used for wine making. Even people can’t eat enough. Where can it be so luxurious?

Before in Panluo City, at the banquet hosted by the city lord, the drinks were only limited to a few glasses, and even the soldiers who were arranged in the side hall did not drink at all.

If it is trophies, Qin Nuo can understand it, but what Suror said just now is they brewed it themselves?

In terms of taste, it should be made recently, right?

The Xuelie clan's food was more abundant than imagined. Think about the equipment of Tao Yunqing and the others that saw before. The Xue Lie clan's revival is just a few years of effort, so there is such accumulation?

This speculation was confirmed shortly after. More and more people gathered in the small square, and many soldiers returning from the battle and their families came to celebrate. After the performance of the singing and dancing troupe arrived, the atmosphere became more heated. The cold climate did not abate everyone's enthusiasm for celebration, and the entire small square became a sea of ​​singing and dancing.

Many soldiers were holding wine pouches in their hands and drinking this honey wine. Let Qin Nuo think more deeply.

In all fairness, singing and dancing are not exquisite, but they are full of exotic customs, and the Xuelie girls are naturally white and beautiful, and they are pleasing to the eye.

Qin Nuo saw it with gusto.

There are also young girls who come up to invite them to play together.

Take a closer look. Many young people are in pairs.

The openness of the Xuelie people's folk customs, coupled with the natural good looks of men, and the beautiful and cheerful looks of women, really gave Qin Nuo a way to go to the scene of the social gatherings of later generations.

Of course, everyone in Qin Nuo rejected the invitation to the door. Seeing the reluctant eyes of the girls, Qin Nuo is really a bit of vanity, but he is the one who has received the most invitations.

But when he saw Lin Jia coming over, this naive mentality immediately disappeared.

The government affairs in the temple had just been discussed, and several priests took advantage of the excitement and came to have fun with the people.

After socializing a circle of people, Lin Jia quietly went to Qin Nuo while no one noticed.

The two had already slipped to the slopes outside the small square, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent among the trees and buildings.

"Are there any major events in the temple?"

"It's about discussing the migration to Panluo City. I deliberately proposed the plan to send troops to sweep the surrounding forces first, and then slowly migrate. Sure enough, the guy Du He took the lead and denied it." Lin Jia smiled slightly. Du He has since targeted him. , To his plan, he always challenged in many ways.

"The high priest should be a wise man."

"Unfortunately, the high priest also supports the plan of immediate relocation, because it is really impossible to live here." Lin Jia explained with a smile. In the past few years, the Xuelie population has multiplied too much, almost three or four times. Nowadays, the people living in the city are only a part, and some are on the other side of the mountain. This year's winter blizzards continue, and the simple city camps will freeze to death.

Qin Nuo nodded, this is a realistic problem.

"Moreover, the city has also had visions from time to time recently." Speaking of this, Lin Jia's expression became solemn.

"Vision?"

Lin Jia nodded, "I don't know why, there are often roars and vibrations in the underground of Xuelie City."

Qin Nuo immediately became vigilant. Twenty years ago, the reason why the Xuelie clan turned from prosperity to decline was because of natural disasters. It was a severe earthquake. According to historical records in Beishuo, Qin Nuo speculated that at least There are eight levels or more.

Many cities of the Xuelie tribe were destroyed, and the people were displaced. At the moment of crisis, the surrounding tribes took the opportunity to swarm up, attack and looting, like whales bitten by a group of sharks, this huge tribe decayed all the way, and even almost disappeared.

However, the core of the earthquake at that time was the city in the north of Tianxing Mountain, a full dozen days away from here.

But it is certain that the Xuelie family's site is located on an earthquake zone. After many years, the accumulation of underground tension has reached a critical point, and it may be released from the land underneath.

Earthquakes are natural disasters that manpower cannot resist. No wonder the Xuelie Clan is so impatient to want to expand abroad. And the high priest had to move the people in a hurry.

"If the son grants permission, I will ask General Pei or Yan Chang to take a trip tonight and send the letter to Rising Sun City." Lin Jiayan concisely said about the follow-up plan.

It's not the first time that Lin Jia has done this kind of thing because he is so familiar with the road. Collusion with foreign enemies, calculating tribes, to improve their status. Especially this time, most of the people who suffered were ordinary people.

Looking up at the young men and women singing and laughing in front of them, they recalled the happy women and children on the road before packing up their belongings, as well as the old people kneeling around Lin Jia’s residence, praying devoutly..., I don’t know what to ask, Qin Nuo felt in his heart for a while. Comfortable. Didn't you think about all this when you made this plan? Maybe you have thought about it, but you don't have to face it with your own eyes, you can treat it as unaware.

Lin Jia was keenly aware of this, and he suddenly whispered: "The emperor...does you think this plan is too harsh and will involve innocent women and children?" His expression was solemn and even changed his name.

Qin Nuo did not answer.

Lin Jia said straight on, "The emperor, the kindness is precious, but it should not be abused. Today's Xuelie clan looks weak and oppressed, but the emperor should know that they were once one of the five tribes in Beishuo, right? It is still the most radical and resolute family. He tried to meddle my Great Zhou several times back then."

Qin Nuo has also read these records. It was decades ago. At that time, Beishuo Royal court had less control over the tribe than it is today. The tribe often fights separately.

The most enthusiastic about the territory of the Great Zhou is the Xuelie tribe. Perhaps because the territory of the Xuelie tribe in its heyday greatly borders the Great Zhou, they not only actively responded to the call of the Royal court, but also often organized their own small and medium tribes. , Looting south. It is the foreign enemy who caused the North Army's headache.

"Because of their attacks, I have countless victims and soldiers on the northern border. The minister's clan uncle died at the hands of the Xuelie clan more than 20 years ago. He was once my Lin family. The most outstanding child in the past ten years was placed high in hopes by the family, but died at a young age. And like him, died young, the northern border has been fighting for years."

"The emperor looked around. Today's people of the Xuelie tribe are mostly black-haired and dark-eyed people. Most of them are the mixed descendants of the slaves who came from the captives in their early years. Some are from other tribes, and some belong to our Dazhou. Citizens. They were originally people living in a stable life on the northern border, with their own family and business, but in a blink of an eye they were taken into captivity here, without knowing their life or death."

"In the early years, when the Xuelie clan went south to slaughter, how did you care for my generations of women and children in Zhou Dynasty. Now, when I wait for the knife to kill, how can I pity?"

"The emperor proposed a plan to create a god, and selected the Xuelie clan as the target. The minister is actually very happy in private. Maybe this is a chance."

"The minister is not sorry for the death of the elders. He wrote for the army, originally in order to serve the country. He died for the great Zhou Jiangshan, for the well-being of the people of the world, and died well. He just hopes that the emperor understands that the young and weak beasts are also beasts, not of my race. Their hearts must be different!"

"In the eyes of the minister, these Diman generations are all beasts of wolf ambition. These young children will grow into wolf-like warriors in the future, and these women will give birth to more heirs. In the future, it will be my eldest son. Zhou’s hidden dangers."

"To carry out this plan, the minister feels honored, slaughtering his children, women and children, such as slaughtering livestock, the minister has no guilt."

Under the dark night, Lin Jia's voice was low, and against the hustle and bustle of the distance, it was as cold as a ghost chattering.

With his words, he explained his heart and position clearly.

Qin Nuo understands that this kind of thinking is not only Lin Jia, but the scholars and military officers of the DPRK, especially the younger generation, generally have this kind of thinking, worry and fear about Beishuo, and a sense of cultural superiority from the heart. .

In the early years of the demise of the State of Wei, the northern grassland peoples went south, which caused unspeakable suffering to the Central Plains. It was Emperor Wu who rose up in the wind to expel the Tartarians and built the Great Zhou in Jingping, and only then did the people return to a stable and prosperous age. Only a hundred years ago, the former four fields of Aihong are clearly recorded in the annals of history.

There are also civilization barriers, different civilization systems, and a natural sense of division. Although Mu Family has tried to imitate Central Plains and strengthened centralization over the years, it is still despised by the self-respecting Zhou people, plus the scars left by years of fighting and killing.

Qin Nuo nodded, "I see, the disputes between tribes are just like this."

In fact, there is no need to climb so far away, just to say that the Xuelie clan wants to move tens of thousands of people to Panluo City, then what about the original people in Panluo City? The city of Beishuo is not as vast as the Central Plains, with numerous houses. The structural layout of the city is very compact. had lived in Panluo City for a few days before, and had already seen that the city was overcrowded due to the snow disaster outside the city. Now that we want to free up space for tens of thousands of people, then...

"The emperor is wise." Lin Jia breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, even if he didn't collude with the enemy secretly, Zhong Yue and the others would organize manpower to ambush and counterattack, secretly deliver the letter, just to make them more efficient.

"You can't stay long, go back."

Lin Jia bowed and stepped back.

Qin Nuo continued to look at the small square below the slope.

After going around in a big circle, Lin Jia appeared in the lively square with an exaggerated figure, and immediately attracted many eyes. Tao Yunqing and a few other young military commanders surrounded him, seeming to be asking for advice, with admiration on their faces.

Lin Jia responded with a smile. He naturally carried a graceful and elegant posture between his gestures, and even the girls around could not help but watch secretly, but because of his identity, he did not dare to go up to the invitation.

Looking at that respectful gaze, and recalling Lin Jia's argument just now, Qin Nuo felt heavy inexplicably.

Not long after, several figures came to the slope one after another, Pei Tuo and the others.

In the darkness, the emperor seemed to be in a bad mood.

Chen Changan asked in a low voice, "My son?"

Qin Nuo quickly recovered from that little emotion, and said in a deep voice, "Everything goes according to plan."