Chapter Ninety-Six: Murong Exhausted

It was already harvest season, and the endless fields showed a dazzling golden yellow, and the waves set off by the wind seemed to carry the grandeur of the mountains and seas, blocking the gift-giving team led by Qiu He.

Seeing farmland of this scale for the first time brought a great impact to the soldiers of the Lone Bamboo Country who had not completely gotten rid of the state of fishing and hunting, and the royal army's eyes were straight when they saw this piece of Rongshu Ocean.

This is not at all the same concept as the twenty acres of scattered fields in the forest and beard, just like the difference between a creek and the sea.

The ink wolf blinked, looking at the looming wall hidden in the depths of the golden ocean.

Originally, he thought that the wall of Chaoge Castle was the largest and most majestic city wall he had ever seen, but compared to this city wall, it was really a little trivial.

Ink Wolf was curious about how many people the city could accommodate.

"Further ahead, you will meet the patrol army of Bai Dibu, don't be nervous, don't talk, leave it to me." Qiu He said seriously to the ink wolf and the others.

The ink wolf squinted, and the gaze hidden under the scar was cold, "Can I trust you?" ”

"The Emperor believes in me." Qiu He raised his chin proudly.

The ink wolf was stunned, grinned, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and patted Qiu He's thin shoulder, "Good brother." ”

This time Qiu He was stunned.

"Let's go." The ink wolf patted Qiu He's little head and chuckled.

Qiu He came back to his senses, pursed his lips, grabbed the horse's belly, and led the team forward along the gravel paved road.

It is nearly a meter tall, but because of its high planting density, it grows like a shrub, and although it is bent over by the ripe fruit, it still does not pass the horse's shoulder.

After walking a few hundred meters along the gravel road, he heard a strange horn sound in the field, and Qiu He raised his hand to signal the team to stop.

After a while, the sound of a large number of horses' hooves was heard from far and near, and a column of nearly 100 horsemen, these people were wearing animal robes and mink hats, carrying longbows behind their backs, and spears in their hands.

With such a dress, there is no doubt that it is a well-equipped advanced army in the savage area of eastern Liaodong.

One of the leaders was still wearing half of the iron armor, and stopped more than thirty meters away from the team, aiming his spear at Qiu He.

The tip of the spear still had undried blood, and it looked like it had just seen blood.

Qiu He skillfully took out a strange banner.

Seeing this flag, the leader put away his spear and urged the horse to come over, with a big face full of beards, and looked very fierce, "Lin Hu's?" ”

"We are on the orders of King Linhu to visit the nobles of Donghu." Qiu He immediately stepped forward and said.

The nobles here are not honorifics, but an official position of the Donghu tribe, which inherited the Shang and Zhou civilizations, and for the heirs to the throne, they are called princes, and the rest of the heirs are called nobles, and when they reach adulthood, they will either be expelled, or given land, or delegated to other tribes as monitors.

The bearded man's wolf-like eyes stared at Qiu He's face for a while, then at the ink wolf and the others, and grinned, "Look at your pretense, it shouldn't be from Lin Hubu, right?" It's like a Central Plains person. ”

"Isn't Commander Sang Huai here?" Qiu He frowned and asked.

The bearded man was slightly stunned, and looked at Qiu He, "Do you know Commander Sang Huai?" ”

"In the past, it was Commander Sang Huai who came to receive me." Qiu He said with a smile.

"That looks like you're really a distinguished guest." The bearded man grinned and said, "King Lin Hu should also rush to Yandi." ”

"King Lin Hu rushed to Yandi a month ago, and specially left a letter for me to count the time when the nobles arrived in Xucheng, and then came to meet the nobles.

"Hatred?" The bearded man narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled, "I'm just a guard, you don't need to know your name." ”

"Then it seems that the general is the king's tent guard who came with the nobles." Qiu He said with a smile.

The bearded man smiled, "Come with me." ”

Then let the rest of his subordinates disperse and lead Qiu He and the others to the city alone.

A short walk inside, you can see a scrawny slave in the golden sea of the field, staring at the sunset to the afterglow, struggling with bare hands, or harvesting Rong Shu with rough stone tools, just glanced at it, the ink wolf was slightly shocked in his heart, and estimated that there were at least tens of thousands of slaves.

It made his already tense nerves tense even more.

But unlike Mo Wolf and the others, Qiu He talked and laughed with the bearded general, and seemed to be very speculative.

"Zhouli Examination Record", "Fang Jiuli and three doors. "Warp coating nine tracks, nine longitudes and nine latitudes." "The left ancestor and the right society face the future market."

Yin people are heavy houses, the hall repairs seven fathoms, the hall worships three feet, and the four heavy houses. Zhou Renming Hall, the nine-foot feast, the east and west nine feasts, the north and south seven feasts, the hall worships one feast, five rooms, and two feasts in the mortal room.

It is estimated that this city is under the specifications of Yin Shang, and according to the Zhou Li expansion of the Xiongcheng, the city wall is about three meters high, although it is not as delicate and towering as the Chaoge City, but it is more thick.

The city gate is five meters high, and there are three gates under the gate.

After entering the city, the ground is paved with stones, there are nine north-south avenues, nine east-west avenues, each avenue can accommodate nine cars in parallel, the houses on both sides of the road are from low to high, there are pavilions built with wood, and there are also halls built with stones.

Most of the pedestrians on the road are on horseback, rarely on foot, even children, wearing animal skin clothes, but there are also people wearing coarse linen clothes, except that they do not tie their hair, the others are very similar to Qiu He's dress.

After passing through the outer city, when entering the inner city, there is a market along the city wall, probably because the population of the city has followed the king of Bai Di to fight, so the market seems to be very depressed, only a few dozen simple shops are open, most of them sell food and clothes.

The inner city already belonged to the palace walls of the royal city, so it was built even higher, a full five meters high.

The structure of the roof ridge of the building in the palace is five pheasants high, and the four corners of the palace wall are established. Seven high pheasants, four corners of the city wall to build high nine pheasants.

The pheasant is the unit used by the Shang and Zhou dynasties to calculate the area of the city wall: three zhang long and one zhang high, which is a pheasant.

The one zhang here is between 1.9 meters and 2 meters according to the standards of the Zhou Dynasty.

And all of them are paved with large stones, which looks very flat and wide, and the tall buildings of the palace are a great shock to the ink wolf and others.

Such a tall building complex is beyond their understanding.

The bearded man glanced at the stunned Mo Wolf and the others, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled at Qiu He, "You guys wait here for a while, and I'll go in and report it." ”

"I'm tired." Qiu He dismounted and arched his hand with a smile.

The bearded man arched his hand on his horse, and then rode up the steps of the blue brick and stone, and ran towards the palace.

"Wait for everyone to pay attention, and make offerings to Prince Donghu according to the tribute I taught you before." Seeing that Mo Wolf and the others were still shocked by the grandeur of the palace like a bun, Qiu He told him again.

"How many people do you have to live in such a big palace?" Ink Wolf smacked his lips.

"Only members of the royal family and important ministers can live here, you see the tall buildings on the left and right city walls, there are sharpshooters stationed inside, and there should be guards hidden in the city walls, so wait for everyone to don't ride horses, so as not to cause misunderstandings." Qiu He said.

"Walking in?" The ink wolf looked up at the hundreds of steps.

"You're tired." Qiu He smiled.

After waiting for about half an hour, the bearded man finally came back, "I've been waiting for a long time, the prince just took a special bath and changed his clothes to meet everyone from the Lin Hu Department, please come with me." ”

Qiu He smiled and nodded, and asked Mo Wolf and the others to carry the gift box and follow the bearded man up.

The bearded man glanced at Qiu He and the others, who had given up riding a horse and chose to go on foot, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The front hall of the palace of the city is built very spacious and magnificent, with five or six hundred square meters, and the wooden pillars are carved with various totem patterns, and even the floor is carved with patterns, but it may be because of too much time, it has been smoothed out, leaving only traces of time.

There are hundreds of seats on the left and right sides of the front hall, with tables and wooden couches, but there are only a dozen people sitting empty, and all of them are middle-aged men in silk clothes.

After seeing Qiu He, these middle-aged men all smiled on their faces that were originally tired from the smell of wine, and nodded their heads, obviously old acquaintances.

The throne at the top is similar to the throne of the Limhu tribe, which is made of animal bones and stones, but with more dye colors and various gems.

Sitting in front of him sat a young man dressed in a vest of animal skin, his face was tired, his bare upper body was tattooed with a blue wolf, and a dozen scantily clad women were serving him beside the throne.

"Prince Jie, this is the envoy of the Lin Hu Department, Qiu He." The bearded man walked to the front of the main hall with Qiu He and arched his hand.

Qiu He's eyes exchanged with the middle-aged men on both sides quietly, then knelt on the ground and began to salute, "Chen Lin Hu Qiu He, on behalf of my king, send the most sincere greetings to the nobles." ”

The lazy young man on the throne opened his eyes, yawned, and pushed away the flushed girl in his arms, "Uncle Wang has tormented this prince, he should have come to see Uncle Wang earlier, but unfortunately the road was delayed, and he missed the opportunity to greet Uncle Wang, I am deeply sorry, I didn't expect Uncle Wang to send someone over, it really makes me ashamed to be a junior." ”

Although he said this, Murong Qian did not have the slightest look of guilt on his face, but stood up lazily, walked down on the carpet barefoot, bent down and pinched Qiu He's chin, and raised his head.

"It is said that Qiu's beauties are famous all over the world, and the Holy King of Shanrong even did not hesitate to be angry with the hero to become a red face, and started a big war with Qin, and finally drank hatred and water, and now when I see it, it really deserves its reputation." There was a weird smile on the corner of Murong Wan's mouth.

Qiu He's body was a little stiff, but he looked at Murong without fear and said with a smile, "The noble man is in love, He is just a servant of King Lin Hu, helping King Lin Hu deal with mundane things." ”

Murong Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, laughed and let go of Qiu He, and kicked away the box beside the ink wolf, "Come and let this king see, Uncle Wang has sent me something good." ”