Author: My spear is still here

Outside the west moat of Maling City is a hill full of pavilions. The pavilions and pavilions are looming in a plum forest. The pavilion in the middle is called the Plum Appreciation Terrace. It is well known both inside and outside Maling City that it belongs to the private domain of the Maling Gong Mu family.

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There are rumors among the Chinese people in the city that every year after the foggy month, Ma Ling Guild takes his beloved concubine from the palace in the city to the plum blossom viewing platform, so people often go to the west of the city for a walk, and many capable people often visit the foggy month.

Yue gathers in the west of the city, they discuss current affairs, or show off their talents in the street, competing for the limelight, hoping to gain the attention and importance of Duke Maling.

Slowly, more and more people gathered in the west of the city. As the number of people continued to increase, vendors also found opportunities. Over the past few years, outside the west gate turned into a lively market. During this period, many people did meet in the west of the city.

The arrival of Maling Gong and its reuse added fuel to the fire and made this street even more lively.

However, Chinese people and officials in the city also came to join in the fun. Gradually, this place became a gathering place for officials, Chinese people, soldiers, and common people, as well as the three religions and nine streams. Many merchants prepared some tea, snacks, etc. for people to discuss world affairs and talk loudly.

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Looking up from West Street, you can see the tall pavilions in the distance. Many people looked at the heights, sipped tea and continued to talk.

"I heard that there was a murder at the inn before?"

"There are troops gathering in the south of the city. My cousin saw it with his own eyes when he passed by in the past few days. After hearing about it, he went to the north road. I don't know why."

Someone proudly stood up and said loudly: "You don't know this. My father was an errand in the palace of Maling Gong and told me the truth.

Before, the king came to our Maling City for hunting. Marquis Duyang from Heyang wanted to gain some glory and came to accompany Wang Jia. As a result, he tried to fight with tigers and was bitten to death by tigers. His son made a big fuss in the inn and even killed Maling Gong's son.

Subordinates.

That's all right. He insulted our face in Maling City and still wanted to escape. Duke Mu immediately ordered Mu Shiming to gather troops and go north to pursue and retaliate, vowing to pay for the blood debt of the son of Marquis Yu."

Everyone suddenly understood and complimented the young man on his well-informed knowledge, which made the young man bow his hands in all directions and his face glowed red.

"You dare to run wild in Maling City without asking where this place is!"

"That's right, Duke Maling is one of the six ministers of our Zhao Kingdom. What does he mean to a Marquis of Duyang? He dares to act so boldly. It's so boring!" Someone echoed loudly.

Some people said angrily: "Humph, the Six Great Ministers? What does it have to do with us? Many people still don't have enough to eat."

Someone also chimed in: "The son of Marquis Duyang, is that good-for-nothing Wang Jian? I went to Linyinbao to buy peaches before, and I heard people there say that that prodigal son has done nothing and can't do anything except a flying eagle and lackey.

If you are riding a horse, you will fall off the horse and almost die."

After hearing this, everyone laughed again. Someone held a pottery tea bowl high above his head, stood on a bench and waved his arms and shouted: "Everyone, everyone, listen to me, Wang Jian is just a dandy, how can he be Mu Tongbing?"

The opponent will definitely have good news coming back soon."

However, his shouting did not attract much attention. Many people shouted: "Nonsense, you still need to say this!

Mu Tongbing was such a hero at Liangshan Pass. He killed thirteen generals of the Zhongshan Kingdom and scared the monkey-like Zhongshan people to the point of pissing themselves. I heard that many of them fell into the river and drowned. He couldn't deal with anything, but he could ride a horse.

The trash that almost fell to his death is still easy to catch.

Maybe we can come back today with his head."

After hearing this, many people present were proud and cheered loudly.

"That is, when Mu Tong beat up the Zhongshan people, now the Zhongshan people still pay us 30,000 yuan a year in compensation. Who can resist such bravery!"

"Oh, for thirty thousand dollars, we sacrificed one hundred thousand young people in exchange for thirty thousand dollars a year. Is this considered a win?" Someone immediately said in a strange tone.

"Where are the 100,000 young people? The government notice clearly stated that more than 2,000 people died in just over a year."

"Hahahaha, you believe this too! Have you ever seen how many tombstones there are in Liangshan Pass? I have personally seen them. There is no open space at the foot of several mountains. This does not include those lonely ghosts."

"So what? The key is that our Zhao country wins this battle. If we don't win, your head will be cut off by the people of Zhongshan to make a chamber pot. It's all to protect our country."

"Who started that war first? Was it the Zhongshan Kingdom? It wasn't Beiding Gong who first coveted other people's land and dragged us into trouble. What nonsense, what nonsense is it to protect our country and protect our country."

The debate is getting more and more intense. When it comes to the Battle of Liangshan Pass six years ago, the war between Zhao State and Zhongshan State, whether it is right or wrong, beneficial or harmful, everyone will always argue endlessly, and there is no conclusion. The shadow of the war is still there today.

It has not completely gone away. That war is still like a newly scabbed wound in the Zhao Kingdom that has not healed. Whether among the upper-class nobles or the lower-class people, whenever it is mentioned, it will be torn open again and the blood will flow.

Fortunately, someone stepped forward in time: "Okay, okay, today I won't talk about what happened six years ago or the past, I will only talk about the present. I will make a bet that within two days at most, Mu Tongbing will be able to take the king with him."

Jian’s head will come back.”

"Yes, yes, I also think this is the truth. A small Heyang should let them know their position and understand how powerful we are!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone agreed. Maybe everyone was unanimous about the success or failure of the two mountain passes, but everyone was very interested in something that was very sure, could show the force of Maling City, and increase their pride.

For a powerful enemy, many people will hesitate and fear and weigh the pros and cons.

But facing a weak enemy, all internal individuals can most of the time respond to the outside world in unison, because that way nothing goes wrong.

As a result, everyone became more and more excited as they talked, and many people's faces were red, because the matter was almost certain, and it seemed that the celebration was just around the corner.

At this moment, several cavalrymen rode through the street on their tall horses, shouting to give way. People on both sides ducked away, attracting crowds of people to look at them.

Everyone was curious and wondering, "What happened?"

"There's news from the north!"

"Could it be that Mu Tongbing has returned with his troops?"

"I wonder how many Heyang soldiers were killed this time and whether they captured Wang Jian."

"What are you holding on to? I'll probably come back with my head."

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Everyone was talking to each other, but they only dared to look and discuss from a distance, and did not come forward, because the fast horses that first crossed the street carried the Maling flag and went straight to the plum blossom viewing platform, and no one dared to stop them.

It was not until soldiers came back one after another that someone brought tea and wine to the cavalry on horseback, and then asked them about the situation in the north.

The first few cavalrymen paid no attention to it. It was not until more than ten cavalrymen that the soldiers stopped their horses, took the drinks, and accepted everyone's inquiries.

However, the soldier who first took the drink looked ugly after hearing their cheerful questions. He handed back the wine bowl and then rode away, leaving only the confused people behind. However, the expectant people quickly stopped more people passing by.

The cavalry asked for news.
Chapter completed!