"Hahaha, a good horse, a good horse!"
Wang Chong was overjoyed.
Since The King of Song had given it to him, Wang Chong did not stand on ceremony. He walked over and took the White-hoofed Shadow from the coachman.
Although Wang Chong had never raised a horse before, he knew that the best horses on the battlefield were raised from a young age. From the moment they were born, they would be carefully cared for and raised.
Only this kind of horse would be connected to one's heart. On the battlefield, it would be able to save one's life, lead one to kill the enemy, and rescue one from an encirclement.
Wang Chong led the colt down from the basin and stroked it. The White-hoofed Shadow's fur was so smooth that it felt as if his hand wouldn't be able to stick to it. It felt as if even a drop of water would slide off.
"Young Master, if you give it this handful of beans, it will recognize you as its master in the future," the coachman said.
The coachman beside him, who was wearing a headgear, took out a handful of soybeans from the pouch on his waist. Wang Chong took them and fed them to the White-hoofed Shadow. As expected, after the horse ate the beans, it looked at Wang Chong and its expression immediately became much more intimate. It even placed its head on Wang Chong's chest.
In his previous life, he had been bathed in blood for decades, and a warhorse was his second life. Wang Chong felt an instinctive sense of closeness toward a warhorse.
As he stroked the sleek colt, Wang Chong felt as if he had regained the feeling of a powerful army from his previous life. He felt an urge to let out a long roar.
But fortunately, in front of The King of Song, Wang Chong managed to restrain himself.
"Hehe, it's not easy to raise a good spirit horse. In the future, you will need to constantly massage it to loosen its bones and muscles. In addition, you will need to use Origin Energy to open up its meridians. I have a cultivation technique that I obtained from the palace, specially prepared for these spirit horses. It can increase their strength, speed, and endurance. Take it! "
With a shake of The King of Song's finger, a palm-sized square piece of paper immediately flew out.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Wang Chong chuckled and took the paper. Although it was just a small piece of paper, Wang Chong knew that this training method was no less valuable than the White-hoofed Shadow.
"By the way, Your Highness. I also have something for Your Highness. "
Wang Chong suddenly thought of something and said.
"Oh? What is it? "
The King of Song raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest.
Wang Chong didn't say much. He led the pony into the study and took out the wooden box that Yang Zhao had given him.
"This is … King Qi's letter! Consort Tai Zhen really helped me! "
The King of Song looked at the letter in the box thoughtfully.
Previously, it was because of Consort Tai Zhen that he 'fell out of favor', and now that he was reinstated, it was also because of Consort Tai Zhen. This left the King of Song with an indescribable feeling.
"Un, this is probably the reason why Yang Zhao gave me this letter."
Wang Chong nodded solemnly.
Yang Zhao's letter wasn't for him, but for The King of Song.
"Hehe, no matter what. At the very least, Consort Tai Zhen chose us and not King Qi and the Yao Clan. At the very least, this is beneficial to us, isn't it? "
The King of Song chuckled as he folded the letter in his hand and kept it. At the same time, he also made up his mind.
…
Deep into the night, the Wang Family Residence was much livelier than in the day. Other than Wang Chong's little uncle, who had to return to Tianzhu Mountain, and the Old Master and Old Madam of the Four Quarters Embassy, everyone in the Wang Family Residence was present.
The friendship between the Song and Wang Clan, which spanned several generations, had missed in the day. Naturally, they couldn't miss out on such an important show.
The King of Song, Lu Ting, and the old butler were all gathered together. The group of people put together four large tables and placed fifty to sixty dishes on the table. They ate happily and enjoyed themselves to their heart's content.
In the past few months, this was the happiest meal that Wang Chong had ever had.
"Your Highness, do you still remember the promise you made to me before I was sent to the imperial prison?"
When the banquet came to an end, just as the King of Song was about to leave, Wang Chong suddenly spoke up.
"Hehe, of course I remember. Speak, no matter what it is, I'll agree to it. "
King Song chuckled, a forthright expression on his face.
Wang Chong was currently the most outstanding rising star and advisor of the younger generation of the Song and Wang Clan. At the same time, he was also the future 'strategist' that the King of Song had high hopes for. After the Consort Tai Zhen incident and the regional commanders incident, the King of Song was confident in Wang Chong's capabilities.
"I hope that Your Highness can transfer my big brother, Wang Fu, to the southwest of the Tang Dynasty. If possible, transfer my father over as well. "
Wang Chong suddenly lowered his head and said earnestly.
In the darkness of the night, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. Even the chirping of the cicadas had become much softer. Other than Wang Chong and the King of Song, there was no one else in the surroundings.
"Why?"
The King of Song stared at Wang Chong in astonishment. He didn't expect this to be the request of Wang Chong.
"Is this your big brother's wish?"
The King of Song's first reaction was that Wang Fu wanted to be transferred to the southwest.
"No!"
Wang Chong shook his head, an indescribable disappointment in the darkness. "This is also why I hope that Your Highness can keep this a secret from my big brother."
Right now, the entire empire's attention was focused on the north, north of the Yin Mountains, the increasingly powerful Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates, the Andong Protectorate controlled by Zhang Shougui, and the Anxi Protectorate led by Gao Xianzhi.
This was currently the most frequently fought front in the empire.
But Wang Chong knew that in the future, the empire's most bitter, most intense, and most costly war would be in the southwest, not the north.
This war would shake the foundation of the empire! Its effects would linger for decades to come.
Wang Chong didn't know if he could stop this war. He could only do his utmost to take precautions and prepare in advance.
In his last life, he hadn't been able to participate in this war, hadn't been able to contribute his meager strength. This was a deep regret in Wang Chong's heart.
In this life, no matter what, Wang Chong wouldn't miss out on this opportunity.
"Wang Chong, I really don't understand you."
Seeing that Wang Chong wasn't willing to say more, the King of Song could only shake his head. If anyone else had said this or made such a strange request, he wouldn't have cared or responded.
But Wang Chong was different.
In the past few months, the King of Song's greatest feeling was that Wang Chong's way of thinking was completely different from ordinary people. Asking Consort Tai Zhen to intercede on his behalf and restore him to his post was something that others wouldn't even dare to dream of.
But Wang Chong had done it.
The King of Song didn't dare to use common sense to judge some of Wang Chong's requests.
"… But don't worry. I'll do it for you. In the name of the Ministry of War, your elder brother won't be suspicious. But your elder brother wants to fight on the battlefield. Aren't you afraid that he'll be angry if you transfer him to the southwest? "
The King of Song joked.
As a younger brother, Wang Chong was really bold to transfer his elder brother.
"There's a war in the southwest that he wants."
Wang Chong said.
"Oh."
The King of Song glanced at Wang Chong thoughtfully. But soon, he smiled, patted Wang Chong's shoulder, and walked toward Lu Ting in the distance.
The two of them drove out of the Wang family's residence and disappeared into the night.
With the departure of the King of Song, only the members of the Wang Clan remained. Wang Chong glanced around and saw his cousin Wang Liang sitting alone under the eaves, munching on a blade of grass with a bored expression on his face.
Recalling the request his big aunt and uncle had entrusted to him, Wang Chong immediately walked over to the other party.
"Cousin!"
Wang Chong sat down next to him.
"What is it?"
Wang Liang said absent-mindedly, as if he wasn't paying attention. Those who didn't know him might think that he didn't want to talk to him, but Wang Chong knew that his cousin's personality had always been like this.
"Cousin, it was Aunt and Uncle who asked me to come over."
Wang Chong smiled.
"Hmph, I already knew."
Wang Liang said. He wasn't a fool. He already knew when Wang Chong talked to him.
"I heard that your wooden bird business failed and you paid back several hundred taels of gold?"
Wang Chong said.
It was better to be direct with his cousin. Wang Chong had known him for two lifetimes, so he knew that he wasn't as dumb as he appeared.
"Hmph, thank you. I heard that my father helped you with your business and made quite a bit of money. He helped me fill in this sum of money. "
As Wang Liang said this, a hint of sadness flitted through his eyes.
He had been ambitious ever since he was a child, wanting to become a tycoon. Alas, his ambition was higher than his talent, and many of his small businesses had failed.
"You don't have to count this sum of money on me. I just wanted to ask you if you're interested in going to sea. "
Wang Chong smiled.
"Did my father ask you to do it again?"
Wang Liang said. He didn't like being arranged by his parents.
"That's not it. It's just that I have some things overseas that I need to help you retrieve. "
As Wang Chong spoke, he began to think about those precious treasures that had been exposed on the islands of the sea.
The world's Three Great Swords, the WuZi Steel Sword (Broadsword), the Malayan Kris Sword, and the Japanese Samurai Sword. Even though time and space had changed, and many things were different, some things were still the same.
Wang Chong had already obtained the WuZi Steel Sword, so Wang Chong subconsciously thought of the Malayan Kris Sword. The reason why the Malayan Kris Sword was famous wasn't because of how skilled the swordsmiths were, nor was it because of the advanced techniques used to forge the sword. Rather, it was because of the material used to forge the sword.
Just like the WuZi Steel Sword, the Malayan Kris Sword was also famous because of its material. However, unlike the WuZi Steel Sword, the WuZi Steel Sword was famous because it contained the world's sharpest ore, Hyderabad.
The Malayan Kris Sword was famous because it also possessed the same sharpness and toughness, but this toughness came from beyond the heavens.
— — The Malayan Kris Sword was forged from the incomparably precious meteoric iron.
From the Philippine Islands to the long reefs of India, there was a large amount of meteoric iron. No one knew in what era they fell.
For a long time, these things were treated as ordinary rocks, and no one cared about them. It wasn't until thousands of years later that they were discovered by chance and made into weapons.
In this world, there was no Philippine Islands, and Wang Chong had never been out to sea, be it in his previous life or this one.
But since the Hyderabad Ore existed in this world, why couldn't the meteoric iron exist in this world? As long as there was the slightest possibility, it would be a huge fortune.
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