Tang Xizong hoped to get two foreign princes as targets and helpers against Tang Zhangwei. +Miscellaneous ∪ ∪ Worms+

However, Tang Zhangwei is not so easy to fool.

Tang Zhangwei is not a foolish person, he quickly judged who was the murderer and who was the bad guy.

Fei Xuechun was surprised by Tang Zhangwei's wisdom, Wei Zhuang and Wei Wan'er admired it even more, and they couldn't help but praise and said: "As long as Tang Zhangwei comes out, there seems to be nothing that can't be done." "They brought a large number of men and horses together to surround the mansions of the two princes.

Wei Youji stood at the front with a hammer, and they quickly smashed the door with a hammer, and the two princes were arrested.

What is surprising is that neither of the two princes has done anything bad.

One prince is alchemy, he really believes in alchemy, and the other prince is configuring perfume, he wants to let the perfume of the Tang Dynasty overwhelm the rose perfume of the Eastern Roman Empire and export it to overseas colonial provinces.

Lon Nold pushed him in front of Doolittle and grinned, "I didn't expect it to be a beautiful young master." Doolittle shook his head repeatedly, and his heart was also extremely happy. This child may be a descendant of the owner of the castle, and he can have such a look and bearing, and it seems that he has an extraordinary bloodline. He pulled the child in front of him, patted his little head lovingly, and said solemnly: "From this day forward, you will be called Segolena." ”

The child seemed to understand his words, and cried out, "Segolena! Segolena! He took the whistle around his neck in his mouth, and a crisp sound of joy flew out of the castle.

When it was dawn, Durand and Bronold worked together to bury the woman's body on a hillside next to the castle and find a wooden plank to use as a tombstone. Durand wrote with a sword, engraved the words "Tomb of the Unknown Lady" on the wooden plaque, and picked some wildflowers to offer. Then the two of them took Segolena and walked down the mountain along the old road, turning seven and eight turns, and after walking for a few miles, they could no longer see the ancient castle when they looked back, but they saw that the mountains were hidden and the valley was empty.

At this time, it was almost early in the morning, the morning light was faint, and the sky turned from gray to light blue, which was a sunny day. Segolena was wild and untamable, jumping up and down all the way, without stopping, the whistle was brisk and brisk, and poor Bronold chased after him panting. Durand laughed, thinking that he had to teach the kid to walk first, but fortunately he was not old enough to be corrected.

As they walked back to the avenue, they came across Lonconi's caravan. Durand told him a little about what happened last night, and Longconi and the others looked around Segolena and were amazed to see that he was handsome but behaved like a wild ape. As he spoke, Segolena jumped on top of Ronconi's head, grabbed a few strands of hair, spun around three times, and jumped back to Bronno. Ronconi scratched the top of his head as if he was self-deprecating: "The little old man sees that he can't protect an inch, so the virtuous son doesn't have to worry about it." The crowd was shocked at first, and they all burst out laughing at Ronconi's words.

Ronconi consulted with the merchants, took out a few boxes, and turned to Durand and said, "The lord is really a hero, the heart of the Virgin, and we all admire it tightly." Since the lord has newly received his son, we have nothing to give, here are two strings of pearls, a cow leather hood, a black feather cape, a set of brocade clothes, and a steel short sword made in Milan. Durand was overjoyed, and did not refuse, and ordered Brownold to accept it and let Segolena change his clothes, but the short sword did not dare to give it to him for a while.

They walked with the brigade on the road, and walked through the mountains for several more days, and along the way Durand was carefully controlled, and Segolena behaved better than before, and although his speech was inarticulate, he could already pronounce some muffled syllables. However, he prefers to express his emotions in a whistle, but unfortunately only Durand can understand it. Fortunately, the whistle is beautiful and simple, better than the sound of a bard's piano, everyone listens to it relaxedly, and the fatigue along the way can be forgotten a little, and after a few days, everyone has a little more love for this child.

On this day, the team finally saw the eastern foot of the Carpathian Pass, a hill stretching into the distance, and as far as the eye could see, the Prut River was like a blue jade belt, wandering away. Seeing that they walked out of the mountains and into the plains, no longer suffering from the wind and food and sleeping in the open, everyone was radiant and in a very different mood.

Segolena rode with Bronold, looking left and right, and he had never left the mountains in his life, when he suddenly came to the plains, and felt a new feeling, and from time to time he pointed to an unknown place and shouted, and uttered a series of strange pronunciations. These days, Durand spoke only French to him, Bronno Dega muttered Catalan on horseback, and Ronconi and the Venetian dialect of the others were not shy from others, so that he learned three languages and became a strange family of his own. Durand had planned to teach him pure French, and seeing this kind of scene was angry, funny, but helpless.

At this time, Durand looked east with his hands on the pergola, his expression was neither happy nor angry, and he didn't know what to think in his heart. Ronconi drove his horse to his side, leaned slightly and said, "Sir, we are going to Muscovy, and after crossing the river, we have to part with you in front." Durand was stunned, then came to his senses. The Muscovy was in the northeast, but the Suchava they were going to was in the southeast, and they had to go along the Prut River, so they saluted with their hands: "Thank you for taking care of me all the way." ”

Longconi said again: "Does the lord know that Murad II of the Ottoman is using troops against Byzantium, and the principality of Moldova is close to the Black Sea, which can be said to be dangerous. Durand said lightly: "I went to visit my old friends, but I have nothing to do with their sultan. After speaking, he held the hilt of the sword, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. Ronconi originally wanted to invite him to go north with him, but when he saw that he was stubborn, he didn't say anything more.

The caravan traveled more than twenty miles and came to a small village called Philania on the upper reaches of the Plute River. This is the territory of the Principality of Wallachia, and they have been trekking in the mountains for more than ten days in a row, and they are already tired and in need of rest. Lonconi had traveled this trade route many times, and knew that there was a ferry nearby, so he persuaded Durand to rest in the village for the night, and then cross the river north the next day.

As soon as they entered the village, everyone immediately felt a little strange. At this time, it is past noon, which is the busiest and lively time of the day, and the barking of dogs and chickens should be heard from a distance in ordinary villages, but the village in front of them is silent, and there is not even a wisp of cooking smoke. Durand ordered the crowd to slow down, and Brownold, afraid of Segolener's running around, tied him to the horse, and took the whistle away.

Segolena lost his freedom, and without a whistle, he writhed around on horseback, screaming. Brownold was helpless, and stuffed a piece of rye bread into his mouth, and then quieted down.

(End of chapter)