This is also the reason why Cheng Chu felt strange that Zhao Chen was very strange.

If it weren't for other purposes, there were too many towns in the territory of the Tang Dynasty that needed to be built, so why did they have to spend so much effort on this place?

But what's good about King Silla?

Cheng Chu thought about it over and over again but couldn't understand it, so he took it for granted that Zhao Chen was planning to become the emperor here... .??.

"How come you have such an idea?" Zhao Chen was speechless for a moment.

"Is it because I was wrong?" Cheng Chumo was stunned, scratched his head, and suddenly said: "No matter whether I was wrong or not, Zhao Da, you have to promise me that if you really become the emperor here, you have to be a general."

"Why?" Zhao Chen was stunned.

Become a general in Silla?

Could it be that the Tang Dynasty’s princes are not as good as the Silla general?

"What's the reason?" Cheng Chumo took a sip of tea: "You are so stupid as Qin San."

"You have spent so much effort on King Silla, so you must have prepared a way out for yourself."

"But how can you do it just to prepare for a retreat? You have to use someone."

"Although Qin San and I are not as capable as you, our courage to fight and fight is not inferior at all."

"If you want to stay here in the future, Qin San and I will stay together."

"When you become the emperor, Qin San and I will be the general and the prime minister, and we will be together again!"

Zhao Chen was surprised and didn't know where to start for a moment.

"Zhao Da, we all know that you forged the imperial edict just to save us both. If you are criticized, are we hiding aside?"

"I have discussed with Qin San. No matter what the future will be, we will be with you."

"Even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of you, we will rush in front of you." Cheng Chumo patted his chest with a sincere tone

Be sincere and resolute.

Zhao Chen looked at Cheng Chumo's resolute face and put down the teacup in his hand, but his heart was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu's attitude is not in vain to spend so much effort to save them.

"What are you saying? What's the matter yet?" Zhao Chen poured Cheng Chumo a cup of hot tea.

"Hehe, no matter where you are or not, Zhao Da, you just need to know that no matter what you do, the three of us are together." Cheng Chumo smiled, picked up the hot tea and poured it into his mouth.

But he stuck out his tongue so hot.

"Damn, why did you pour me such hot tea? Your tongue is blistering." Cheng Chumo jumped up directly.

Zhao Chen didn't say anything, and Wu Xu walked in at this time.

"The weather is good today. Do you want to go out for a walk?" Wu Xu looked at Zhao Chen, and as for Cheng Chumo who was sticking out his tongue, she naturally ignored it.

Zhao Chen looked into the sky.

The sun is soft and the wind is light and the clouds are light, which is a good day to go out for a walk.

And since he left Chang'an, to be honest, he has never traveled seriously.

At this moment, I was also interested.

"Then go out for a walk." Zhao Chen nodded and looked at Cheng Chumo again: "Cheng Er is leaving, don't stick out your tongue."

"You're so relaxed, it's my tongue hot... Hey, wait for me!" Cheng Chumo was about to complain when he saw Zhao Chen and Wu Xu walking out.

Immediately ran and followed.

...

Outside the Silla King Capital, it is mid-spring now.

In the vast fields, the sun shines, and the green grass vines

Delay to the distance.

A small village in the distance has gradually returned to its former peace amid the war.

The wrinkled old man stood on the ridge of the field, looking at this field full of hope.

He raised his rough palms, wiped away the sweat from his forehead, and smiled deeply.

Holding a plowshare in his hand, it was his only property after the war and his hope for rebuilding his home.

"Grandpa Erniu, look!" A young voice came from a distance, and a child ran into the field with his little hand waving his hands.

His face was filled with an innocent smile and his bright eyes were full of expectations.

The child is named Xiao Ming. His parents died in this war, and he was the only one who was left. Now he and Uncle Erniu are dependent on each other for life.

The old man put down the plowshare, took Xiao Ming with a smile on his face, and picked him up.

He saw Xiao Ming's eyes full of curiosity and expectation, just like the plowshare in his hand, symbolizing hope and the future.

"Child, look, this is our home, our fields." The old man said softly, his voice full of determination and hope.

Xiao Ming looked at the field, and his eyes were shining with light, "Grandpa Erniu, we will live a good life, right?"

The old man was slightly stunned, then nodded firmly and said, "Yes, we will live a good life."

"It will definitely be!"

Their dialogue floats in the wind like a song praising life.

On the other side of this field, a group of women were busy sowing seeds in the field.

The seed was distributed to them by His Highness in the city.

Everyone's home also has hundreds of tiny pounds of rice. On weekdays, they will dig some wild vegetables, go to the river to touch fish and shrimps, and then go to the evening.

Doing some needlework is enough for them to stick to the summer harvest season.

Their faces were filled with smiles, and although their hands were calloused, their hearts were filled with satisfaction and joy.

"It would be great if there was no war in this world." Wu Xu stood on the ridge of the field, looked at the harmonious scene in front of him, and suddenly sighed.

How come there is no war in the world?

Human desires are always growing more and more.

Due to interests, how can high-ranking people care about the life and death of the lower-class people?

"You have worked hard these days. I heard that you have done the seeds by yourself, but I am afraid that someone will not get the seeds." Zhao Chen looked at Wu Xu.

"That's right? I'm also worried that someone will eat the seeds directly. If they really want to eat them, there will definitely be more refugees on the street, and something will happen again."

"Anyway, I have ordered my brothers from the Xuanjia Army that if anyone dares to eat the grain seeds, they will be pushed into the river and drowned." Wu Xu said.

"Why did she call her brother to Xuanjiajun? Isn't she a woman?" Cheng Chumo muttered to Zhao Chen in a low voice.

"It's good if you get used to it." Zhao Chen smiled.

"What are you talking about?" Wu Xu immediately became confused when he saw the two of them whispering.

"I didn't say anything." Cheng Chumo waved his hand quickly, looked into the distance, and suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted: "Hey, look, who is that kid?"

The two of them looked over and saw a person riding a horse in the distance running towards the Silla capital gate.

This kid was wearing a blue shirt and a sword around his waist. If it weren't for the dust flying behind him and taking up a lot of his clothes, he could have been called a handsome young man.

"Isn't that Li Ke?"

"Why did that kid come with him?" Wu Xu looked at Zhao Chen in confusion.


Chapter completed!