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instructed the servants in the house to scald a few pots of wine, and Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao put on his coat and sat in his bedroom with preserved fruits and dried meat, drinking wine deliciously.

At this moment, he was in a very good mood, because he let Meng Zhong, the guard beside Master Zhao's father, eat a closed door.

To be honest, he had no grudge against the young man named Meng Zhong, but who let the other party be the guard next to Master Zhao's father? Although he didn't dare to be angry at Lord Zhao's father, he vented the resentment in his heart on the young man named Meng Zhong, and he didn't dare to make a mistake if he forgave the other party.

As for whether Meng Zhong would cry and go back to Lord Zhao's side to complain, Yang Wenjun and Zhao Bao sneered while eating hot wine.

Yes, after all, he Zhao Bao is the uncle of Lord Zhao's father, and he is also the courtier of Zhao State who is in charge of the first army, how could Lord Zhao's father punish him as a teenager? In his opinion, at best, it is just a few words of accusation without pain.

"It's a good wine."

After taking a sip of the hot wine in the bowl, Yang Wenjun and Zhao Bao muttered to themselves.

At the same time, in the front yard of his mansion, Meng Zhong was holding a sword on the neck of a servant of the mansion, using this as a threat, and walked to the depths of the mansion with Meng Hu, Meng Sui, Le Yi and others.

"Little, boy, don't you want to come here! Do you know whose mansion this is? ”

Threatened by Meng Zhong with his sword, the servant shouted fiercely.

Because when Meng Hu kicked open the door of the mansion just now, the door panel hit him in the face, so that at this moment his nose was red, and there was still a nosebleed flowing down, staining his clothes red.

"Less nonsense!"

After drinking the servant, Meng Zhong said coldly, "Take me to see Yang Wenjun." ”

Feeling the cold touch of the sharp sword at his neck, the servant was full of horror, and trembling led Meng Zhong and the others to the depths of the mansion.

With such a big movement, it is naturally impossible to hide the rest of the servants and guests in Yang Wenjun's mansion.

Immediately, a large group of people rushed out, and when they saw Meng Zhong and the others threatening the domestic servant with swords, they were immediately furious.

Among them, a man dressed as a doorman immediately scolded angrily: "Where did the wild boy come from, he dared to spread wild in Yangwenjun's mansion?!" ”

At this time in the Central Plains, it has long become a custom for the princes and nobles of various countries to store diners.

The so-called diners, that is, the doormen, they eat and live in the mansions of the princes and nobles, and some have real talents and learning, and can help the host solve problems at critical moments; But there are also some that Xu has a false name, and the purpose is only to cheat and eat and drink.

And those who have a status in a group of diners or doormen, and are valued by the host's family, are mostly called "keqing" - simply put, the guest secretary is similar to the retainers, but the difference is that the guest secretary still has a high degree of freedom, and they can still leave at any time and go elsewhere when the host's family is unhappy.

Since you eat and live in the master's house, you naturally have to do things for the master's family and protect the reputation or interests of the master's family.

For example, at this moment, these doormen in Yang Wenjun's mansion, when they learned that Meng Zhong and a group of others actually dared to make trouble in the mansion, they immediately rushed over with a sharp sword in their hands.

There is no need to doubt that if Meng Zhong did not report his origin in time, these disciples would really dare to draw their swords against each other, and even kill Meng Zhong and others.

Therefore, when this group of disciples poured out of the mansion with swords in hand, Meng Zhong immediately took out the whole piece of copper tiger talisman from his arms, raised his left hand high, and shouted: "I am Meng Zhong, the guard next to Lord Zhao's father, and the new army Sima of "Xinwei", this time I came to Yangwenjun's mansion on the order of Lord Zhao's father, if you dare to make a mistake, you will be killed!" ”

"Master Zhao? Sima?'

Hearing Meng Zhong's words, the anger on the faces of those doormen suddenly froze, and they looked at each other.

After all, Master Zhao still has a high prestige in Zhao State, even if Meng Zhong is simply a guard next to Lord Zhao, it is enough to make these disciples "prohibitive", not to mention that Meng Zhong is still the "New Army Sima" of the "Guard" - hearing this title, fools understand that Meng Zhong must be a close confidant of Lord Zhao's side.

"That young man has a tiger talisman in his hand......"

"Ah, and it's a bronze tiger talisman......"

The servants and guests talked to each other.

The materials of the military mansions in the world are different, but generally only the "military" level uses bronze tiger charms, and the other is the monarch's direct guard.

It is no exaggeration to say that Meng Zhong, who is holding a bronze tiger talisman in his hand at this moment, in a sense, his rank is the same as that of a "military horse", even if he actually only has a mere 500 soldiers in his hands.

"Let's go! Take me to meet Yang Wenjun! ”

Seeing that he had frightened those servants and doormen, Meng Zhong pushed the doorman who was threatened by him with his sword, and continued to walk towards the depths of the mansion.

At this time, there were already other servants in the mansion who hurriedly handed over this matter to Yang Wenjun and Zhao Bao.

At that time, Yang Wenjun and Zhao Bao were still drinking in the house, when they heard the servants outside the house shouting anxiously: "Junhou, Junhou, the big thing is not good." ”

"What's the noise?" Zhao Bao ordered the guards next to him to open the door of the house.

I saw that after the servant arrived in the house, he said in a panic: "Junhou, there is a young man named Meng Zhong, who claims to be the guard Sima next to Lord Zhao's father, and broke into the mansion with a number of people, and has taken a servant of the palace hostage, and is coming towards this side. ”

"Poof—"

Zhao Bao, who was drinking, squirted out a mouthful of wine, and immediately turned his head to look at the servant, his face full of surprise.

He couldn't believe that anyone would dare to break into his mansion.

Who is he?

He is Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao, who is in charge of the first army, who in the Zhao Kingdom is not polite to him?

But now it's good, even a little guard next to Master Zhao's father dares to bully him, this is simply unreasonable!

『……』

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the wine cloth at hand, Zhao Bao's eyes flashed a few fierce colors, and he said coldly: "Coming this way?" Okay, the old man wants to see, what does that kid want?! ”

About half an hour later, I saw Meng Zhong persecuting the domestic servant with a sword, and came to the inner courtyard bedroom where Yang Wenjun and Zhao Bao lived with Meng Hu, Meng Sui, Wu Ying, Le Yi and others.

Behind them, there were a large group of servants and doormen armed with sticks and swords.

"In front of me is the bedroom of my prince."

The servant pointed out in a trembling voice.

Meng Zhong looked up and saw a small pavilion in the inner courtyard, there was a pond in front of the palace, and there was a small wooden bridge on the pool.

"Chua."

Meng Zhong pushed the servant aside, quickly withdrew the sword in his hand, and walked to the wooden bridge without fear.

At this time, outside the small pavilion, there were four guards standing with their swords, and one of them saw Meng Zhong and the others breaking here, so he walked into the house, came to the inner room and said to Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao: "Junhou, those boys have arrived. ”

"Guts!"

Yang Wenjun and Zhao Bao laughed.

At this moment, Meng Zhong and the others had already walked to the front of this small pavilion and were about to break inside.

Seeing this, the three guards outside the pavilion immediately stopped him and said coldly: "This is Yang Wenjun's bedroom, you must not trespass!" ”

Hearing this, Meng Zhong took out the whole tiger talisman again, and said in a deep voice: "I am Sima Mengzhong, the new army "Xinwei" built by Lord Zhao's father, please see Yang Wenjun if you have something important, whoever dares to stop it is a master father!" ”

『……』

This threat made the soldiers look at each other.

At this moment, Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao's slightly mocking voice came from inside the house: "Boy, don't embarrass the old man's soldiers, if you have anything to say, you tell the old man!" With that, he ordered the soldiers, "Let them in!" ”

Seeing this, the three armorers retreated to the side: "Please! ”

Meng Zhong stepped into the house without fear, while the rest of the people were stopped by the armor soldiers again.

Seeing this, Meng Zhong said to Meng Hu and the others: "Ah Hu, you are waiting for me here." ”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the inner room, and then saw an old man in the room who was about sixty years old, wearing a coat and sitting by a copper stove and drinking, it was Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao who he had seen at the palace banquet a few days ago.

"This wine is made from grain grown by the clansmen, although it is not as good as the wine at the palace banquet, but it is also quite mellow......

Picking up the wine bowl and sniffing intoxicated, Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao took a sip, then glanced at Meng Zhong and said lightly: "Sit." ”

Meng Zhong didn't shirk either, walked straight to the opposite side of Zhao Bao, and sat down on the other side of the low table.

At this time, I saw Zhao Bao looking Meng Zhong up and down, and said with a little contempt: "Boy, relying on the favor of the master father, you dare to break into my Zhao Bao's mansion with a few people and a few swords, you really have the guts." ”

"Huh."

Meng Zhong snorted lightly with a faint smile, did not answer, put Zhao Xiang Feiyi's letter on the low table, and said in a businesslike tone: "Yang Wenjun, Lord Zhao's father ordered me to train a new army, and I need to draw soldiers from the army under the prince, this matter has been agreed by the king and the fat minister, please Yang Wenjun agree to select five hundred elite people below." …… This is the Fat Minister's Epistle. ”

With that, he pushed a bamboo slip in front of Zhao Bao.

“……”

Zhao Bao stared at Meng Zhong intently, laughed after half a ring, only to see him casually push Feiyi's letter aside, looked at Meng Zhong and said with a smile: "Boy, you broke into the old man's mansion with a sword, and you dare to boast that you want to transfer the soldiers in the old man's army, you are so bold!" …… Aren't you afraid that the old man will kill him? ”

"I'm afraid." Meng Zhong said calmly: "But I advise the king not to do that. ”

"Oh?" Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he said coldly: "Relying on the favor of the master father, you dare to speak to the old man like this?" ”

"Master Zhao's favor is only one aspect."

Meng Zhong looked directly at Zhao Bao and said calmly: "As for the other side...... As long as it is a human being, I believe that there is no one who does not want to live, and the kid also wants to live. As the so-called rabbit still has the eagle to kick the eagle, if Yang Wenjun wants to kill me, I will definitely resist, and when the time comes, it is difficult to guarantee that I will not hurt the prince......"

Hearing this, Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao's face sank, and the guard in the room subconsciously pulled out the saber at his waist.

However, Meng Zhong's movements were faster than him, he instantly drew his sword, kicked his left leg, and the sword in his hand immediately rested on the neck of Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao, bluffing the guard from acting rashly.

“…… The kid is very afraid of death, and any hostility will make the kid behave irrationally, so please don't threaten me Yang Wenjun. ”

Resting the sword on the neck of Yang Wenjun Zhao Leopard, Meng Zhong said with a calm face.

『…… Threat?'

Holding the wine bowl in his hand, Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao looked at Meng Zhong with an incredulous expression, looking at this young man who was afraid of being threatened, but dared to put his sword on his neck.

Who the fuck is threatening who?!