The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

This is why Cheng Chu felt that Zhao Chen was strange.

If there were no other purposes, there were too many towns that needed to be built in the Tang Dynasty, so why would they spend so much effort on this place?

But there is nothing good about the King of Silla.

Cheng Chu didn't understand even after thinking about it silently, so he took it for granted that Zhao Chen was preparing to become emperor here. .??.

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

Could it be that I thought wrong? Cheng Chumo was stunned, scratched his head, and suddenly said: Whether I thought wrong or not, Zhao Da, you have to promise me that if you really become the emperor here, you will be granted a title. I will be a general.

Why? Zhao Chen was stunned.

Become a general in Silla?

Could it be that the prince of the Tang Dynasty was not as good as a mere general of Silla?

Why why? Cheng Chumo took a sip of tea and said, You are making me and Qin San stupid.

You have spent so much effort on the Silla King, so you must have prepared a retreat for yourself.

But it's not enough to just prepare an escape route. You have to have someone to help you.

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

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

When the time comes, you will be the emperor, and Qin San and I will be the generals and prime ministers. The three of us will be together again!

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

Zhao Da, we all know that you forged the imperial edict just to save the two of us. If you are criticized, should we hide aside?

Qin San and I have discussed it. No matter what the outcome is in the future, we will stay with you.

Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, we will rush in front of you. Cheng Chumo patted his chest and spoke sincerely.

Sincere and determined.

Zhao Chen looked at Cheng Chumo's resolute face and put down the teacup in his hand, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

With this attitude of Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu, it was not in vain that he had spent so much effort to rescue them.

What are you talking about? Things haven't reached any stage yet. Zhao Chen poured a cup of hot tea for Cheng Chumo.

Hehe, no matter where we are, Zhao Da, you just need to know that no matter what you do, the three of us are together. Cheng Chumo chuckled, picked up the hot tea and poured it into his mouth.

But it was so hot that I stuck out my tongue.

Damn it, why did you pour me such hot tea? My tongue is so hot it's blistered. Cheng Chumo jumped up immediately.

Zhao Chen said nothing, and Wu Xu walked in at this time.

The weather is nice today, do you want to go for a walk outside the city? Wu Xu looked at Zhao Chen, and Cheng Chumo, who was sticking out his tongue, was naturally ignored by her.

Zhao Chen looked at the sky.

The sun is soft, the wind is light and the clouds are light, which is a good weather for going out for a walk.

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

At this moment, I also became interested.

Then let's go for a walk. Zhao Chen nodded and looked at Cheng Chumo: Cheng Er is gone, so stop sticking out your tongue.

You said it so easily. It's my tongue that's burning... Hey, wait for me! Cheng Chumo was about to complain when he saw Zhao Chen and Wu Xu walking out.

He immediately ran to follow him.

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Outside the royal capital of Silla, it was already mid-spring.

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

Extend into the distance.

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

The wrinkled old man stood on the ridge of the field, looking at the promising field.

He raised his rough palms, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a deep smile.

Holding a plow in his hand, it was his only property after the war and his hope to rebuild his home.

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

There was an innocent smile on his face, and his bright eyes were full of expectation.

The child's name is Xiao Ming. His parents died in this war, and he is the only one left. Now he and Uncle Erniu depend on each other.

The old man put down the plow, took Xiao Ming with a smile on his face, and hugged him.

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

Child, you see, this is our home, our field. The old man said softly, his voice full of determination and hope.

Xiao Ming looked at the field, his eyes sparkling, Grandpa Erniu, we will live a good life, right?

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

Most definitely!

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

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

The seeds were distributed to them by His Highness in the city.

Each person’s home is divided into hundreds of kilograms of rice. On weekdays, they dig some wild vegetables and touch fish and shrimps in the river.

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

Their faces were filled with smiles, and although their hands were callused, their hearts were full of satisfaction and joy.

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

How could there be no war in the world?

Human desires are always expanding.

For profit reasons, how can those in high positions care about the lives and deaths of the people at the bottom?

You have worked hard these days. I heard that you are personally involved in the seed matters. I am afraid that someone may not get the seeds. Zhao Chen looked at Wu Xu.

Isn't that right? I'm also worried that someone will eat the seeds directly. If they really do, there will definitely be more homeless people on the street, and trouble will happen again.

Anyway, I gave an order to my brothers in the Xuanjia Army. Anyone who dares to eat the grain seeds will be pushed directly into the river and drowned. Wu Xu said.

How can she be brothers with Xuan Jiajun? Isn't she a woman? Cheng Chumo whispered beside Zhao Chen.

Just get used to it. Zhao Chen smiled.

What are you talking about? Seeing the two whispering to each other, Wu Xu immediately became confused.

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

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

This boy was dressed in a green shirt, with a sword on his waist. If the dust behind him hadn't covered a lot of his clothes, he could be called a handsome young man.

Isn't that Li Ke?

Why did that kid come with you? Wu Xu looked at Zhao Chen doubtfully.