"My lord, there is movement in Cambodia. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" A soldier in red armor hurried into a study, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully.

"Oh, what's the news over there?" A middle-aged man put down the animal skin roll in his hand, slowly raised his head, looked at the soldier and said.

The middle-aged man was about thirty, wearing a cyan shirt, and a crystal clear red jade pendant was tied around his waist, which was engraved with a dragon and phoenix, and there was a faint glow in it, and he knew at a glance that it was not a mortal thing.

"According to reliable information, Cao sent 10,000 troops to attack Cambodia a few days ago." The soldier said.

"The result?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly and said lightly.

"Cao was defeated, 10,000 troops were wiped out, and no one survived."

"Stand down, I'll report back when there's news." The middle-aged man's face was calm and he waved his hand at the soldier.

"Yes!" The soldier replied, not daring to say more, and quietly retreated.

The middle-aged man shook his robe, stood up, and came to the window, where the bright crescent moon hung high in the sky, and a faint moonlight shrouded the entire town.

At this moment, ripples rippled on the wall, snaking open, and a glow bloomed, illuminating the somewhat dim room a little.

A figure walked out of the glow, the figure was hazy, and the face could not be seen clearly.

"See Mu Lao." The middle-aged man looked back and bowed.

"You've received all the news from Cambodia, right?" Mu Lao's voice was hoarse, and it sounded uncomfortable.

"The subordinates have received the message." The middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to raise his head to look, feeling Mu Lao's breath, which made him feel pressure, and the whole person tensed, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Well, on the Cambodian side, you hold your troops first." Mu Lao said lightly.

"My subordinates understand, Cao Guo's side, I will continue to follow up." The middle-aged man said.

"Well, King Cao has a violent personality, his most beloved son is dead, he will definitely not give up, as long as we put a little more pressure on Cambodia, so that their strength will be reduced, and then you will make another move, and everything will naturally fall into place." Mu Lao said slowly.

"My subordinates understand, it's the New Year's Festival in a few days, and my subordinates want to ......" The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, glanced at Mu Lao in the glow, and said softly.

Mu Lao was silent, and then, the glow in the room gradually dimmed, and the ripples on the wall also dissipated, and finally dimmed.

"Congratulations to Mu Lao." The middle-aged man bowed and saluted, and it was not until a long time later that he straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.

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Cambodia......

"King, these are the annual tributes sent by the villagers, please take a look at the king." Xiao Feng ran to Duanmu Xuan's bedroom early in the morning, and there were several thieves carrying several large boxes behind him.

Duanmu Xuan stretched his waist and opened the door, looked at Xiao Feng and the others, and then looked at the box, and wondered: "What are these?" ”

"King, these are all annual tributes from the villagers." Xiao Feng came to Duanmu Xuan's side and whispered: "This year's annual tribute is more than in previous years, and it is all willingly offered by the villagers. ”

"Oh, Nian Gong." Duanmu Xuan nodded secretly, knowing from the memory of the original owner that the New Year here is the Spring Festival of the current era, commonly known as the "New Year".

As for the annual tribute, it is the gift that the villagers must give to the king every year, in addition to the silver pattern, there are also poultry, rare fruits, etc.

"Give back all these years of tribute, and each household will distribute ten silver patterns for the villagers to buy New Year's goods." Duanmu Xuan instructed Xiao Feng.

Duanmuxuan feels that the recent war in Cambodia has been repeated, and both public and private should be treated, and now that the New Year's Festival is approaching, it is better to take this opportunity to treat the villagers in the village.

In addition, he also wants to feel how the New Year festival is here.

"King, this ......" Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Duanmu Xuan with incredible eyes.

Over the ages, not to mention the cottage, even the great dynasty has its own people to pay the annual tribute to the king, and I have never heard of the king paying money out of his own pocket to let the people run the New Year's goods.

"Don't mother-in-law, do as I say." Duanmu Xuan said with a smile.

"In previous years, you were eager to squeeze out the villagers in the village, but this time it's good, and you will send ......money," Xiao Feng turned around and muttered in a low voice.

Duanmu Xuan's ears naturally heard Xiao Feng's words, but he didn't mean to blame, he just smiled.

When Xiao Feng was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Duanmu Xuan.

"Also, the brothers in the village will each give out 20 silver patterns, so that they can go back to celebrate the New Year happily." Duanmu Xuan said again.

"Twenty silver veins! The king, the brothers up and down the village combined, there are almost a thousand people, which is not a small amount. Xiao Feng exclaimed.

"It's a holiday, it's good that the brothers are happy, and besides, this king is not short of money." Duanmu Xuan smiled and spoke.

When the thieves who followed Xiao Feng heard this, they were overjoyed and smiled, and twenty silver patterns were a lot of wealth for them.

"Why aren't you happy? If you don't like it, your silver streak will be confiscated. ”

"Don't, my subordinates will do it immediately." Xiao Feng laughed dryly, waved at the bandit, and left here with the box.

Duanmuxuan had nothing to do, and planned to personally go to the village to take a walk around the village and feel the festive atmosphere.

Every house in Cambodia has hung red cloths and red lanterns, every courtyard is cleaned, and the old man under the tree, holding a pipe, looks at the children playing in the courtyard with a smile on his face.

A few women were busy cooking hot water, and a group of men were busy slaughtering poultry, huge cows, and rare mountain pigs caught from the depths of the mountains, and their faces were full of happiness.

When the villagers saw Duanmuxuan, they all smiled and saluted Duanmuxuan, full of enthusiasm, which was completely different from the previous indifferent and ignorant attitude.

After Duanmuxuan patrolled around, although the atmosphere in the village was good and had a festive taste, he always felt that something was missing, thought about it, snapped his fingers, and finally called Xiao Feng over.

"Xiao Feng, this king said this, can you remember clearly?" Duanmu Xuan said with a smile.

"Don't worry, the king can rest assured, his subordinates have taken it to heart, and he will let people do it later." Xiao Feng responded.

"Only, my lord...... What exactly are these things for? Xiao Feng looked at the bamboo slips handed over by Duanmu Xuan, and there were several strange characters written on them.

This kind of character, he had never seen before.

"This is the surprise that this king gave you, go ahead and do it." Duanmu Xuan was in a good mood and said with a smile.

In the next few days, Duanmuxuan did not devour, nor did he practice skills, and he liked to wander around the village more on weekdays and feel the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival in the village.

And in the distance of Cambodia, hundreds of powerful men in black, all covered with black veils, holding sharp blades, constantly flashing in the forest, coming and going without a trace, meeting birds and beasts on the way, all of them ended each other's lives with a knife, all the way non-stop, galloping in the direction of Cambodia.

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