Tang Dynasty: A Guide to Avoiding Pitfalls for Li Er at the Start

Chapter 129 Beat them hard, just don't kill them.
“These wretched Han people actually live in such a nice place and use so many spices.”

Inside the Honglu Guest House, Bolu was tearing into a leg of lamb.

The spices on the roasted lamb leg were almost melting his tongue.

Even though he was a Turkic nobleman and a special agent of the Khaganate of the Khaganate, he could not use so many spices when roasting a lamb leg.

"Boru, you were too impulsive just now. Don't forget our purpose this time!"

Looking at the lamb leg and other delicious food in front of him, Aibar had no appetite at all.

"What are you worried about? Didn't you see that prince? Faced with my threats, he didn't even dare to raise his voice. What's there to fear about such a Han Chinese!"

Boru scoffed, thinking Aibar was making a fuss over nothing.

He slammed the lamb leg down and shouted at a boy dressed as a servant not far away, "Hey Han man, bring me your strongest liquor, and remember, the strongest, or you'll lose your head!"

The boy pointed to himself in surprise and asked Boru for confirmation.

"Yes, it's you. Hurry up and get the wine!"

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll go get the strongest liquor." The boy smiled kindly and turned to go to the back.

Seeing his humble attitude, Bolu laughed loudly and said to Aibar in Turkic, "Do you see this? This is the Han Chinese you fear, the cowardly Han Chinese, who are only fit to be slaves of the Tengri people. In the future, we will conquer this place and make them grovel at our feet."

"you're drunk!"

"Abal roared."

"It's just one jar of wine, I'm not drunk, it's all for His Majesty the Khan!" With that, he raised the jar of wine high and downed it in one gulp.

At this moment, the boy who had gone there earlier brought over a small jar of wine.

"Honored guest, this is our strongest liquor, called Drunken Wolf. It means that even the fiercest wolf on the grassland will be drunk and unable to get up after drinking this liquor."

The boy smiled and placed the wine on the table.

Bolu looked at the wine jar, which was no bigger than the boy's head, and immediately said angrily, "You stingy and cunning Han people, such a small jar of wine..."

He opened the bottle with displeasure, and a pungent smell of alcohol immediately filled his nostrils.

Even Abar, who was standing nearby, was extremely surprised when he smelled it.

"Such a strong smell of liquor! I never thought there was such a strong liquor in the Central Plains. No wonder it's called Drunken Wolf." Elba thought he was already an expert on Han Chinese, but he never expected there to be anything he had never seen before.

The prosperity of Chang'an City truly exceeded his expectations.

"Good wine!"

Bolu picked up the wine jar and downed it all in one gulp.

The boy's lips twitched a few times as he watched.

"Damn, this has been distilled more than three times. Don't blame me if you drink yourself to death!"

That's right, the young man was Wen He, who was wearing makeup.

He originally wanted to hear what the Turks had to say, and he even brought an interpreter with him.

Unexpectedly, this Turkic man, of all people, asked him to fetch wine.

However, the alcohol was indeed prepared for them.

Seeing that the Turks were enjoying their drinking, he quietly withdrew.

When they arrived at the back, Zhang Wenxiao had been waiting for them for quite some time.

Upon seeing him return, they hurriedly went forward to greet him.

"Young master, the men have already gone to the Japanese side. Should we also take action here?"

Behind him stood a group of people whose appearance could only be described as grotesque and deformed.

Although they did not know Wen He's identity, they knew that she must be extremely distinguished.

Each of them, with faces more embarrassed than tears, smiled at him.

"He's still a bit too tall," Wen He said with some dissatisfaction.

He likes to do things perfectly.

Zhang Wenqing said with a bitter face, "Young master, this is the shortest one we could find."

Upon hearing this, Wen He had no choice but to give up: "Forget it, have you explained everything to them?"

A young rascal, who looked remarkably like Wu Dalang, grinned and said, "Young master, don't worry. We've dealt with the Japanese before. We can say all sorts of things like 'Baka yarou,' 'Konon yarou,' and 'Yamete.'"

"Alright, we'll make our move when they're drunk."

Those two Turks looked big and burly, so their skills must be extraordinary.

If we rush over there rashly, there will definitely be bloodshed.

That's why Wen He thought of alcohol.

"Good wine! Bring some more. I have plenty of money. Everyone get a jar!"

Boru generously offered to treat everyone, and Aibar originally wanted him to drink less, but he also wanted to try this wine that smelled so strong.

I stopped trying to persuade him and started drinking myself.

at the same time.

Over there, Little Wild Horse was eating and listening to music.

Suddenly a group of people dressed as Turks rushed in.

The young wild horse, who was about to approach the Turks, was overjoyed upon seeing this.

Isn't this like someone bringing you a pillow just when you're about to go to sleep?
He got up and went to greet them, but to his surprise, he had only gotten close to them when...

Suddenly, the leading Turk shouted something, which Xiao Yemazi didn't understand, but he could tell that the Turk was very angry.

Before he could even ask a question in Chinese, he was kicked away.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding Japanese soldiers became enraged and rushed forward, only to be quickly defeated.

The leading Turk walked up to Xiao Yema and grabbed him by the collar: "You little Japan dare to collude with Baekje and Silla to attack our ally Goguryeo? Don't you even know your own limitations?"

"Today is just a lesson. Get out of Chang'an as soon as possible, or I'll beat you every time I see you!"

Little Wild Horse covered her face, staring in horror at the "Turk" in front of her.

He wanted to speak, but the blood in his mouth blocked his throat.

He feels very sad.

When did they collude with Silla and Baekje?

These two countries are clearly their enemies.

Who exactly is spreading these lies outside?
Little Wild Horse was unaware that they were currently inside the Honglu Guest House.

A group of Japanese people shouting "Baka yarou" are ganging up on Boru and Aibar.

Even when surrounded by more than a dozen people, the drunken group still managed to put up a fight.

"Are these two Turks really that powerful?"

Wen He couldn't help but be surprised.

But soon, after the effects of the alcohol took hold, the two of them felt unsteady on their feet and were easily subdued by the group of "Japanese".

As for their guards, they were already so drunk they were lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"Hit them, hit them hard, just don't kill them!"

Wen He shouted, and then went up himself and kicked Bolu hard in the face.

It wasn't until someone at the door shouted, "The Imperial Guards are here!"

Wen He then ordered everyone to disperse.

When Tang Jian and the Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies arrived at the Honglu Guest House, it was already in a complete mess.

From the "eyewitnesses," Tang Jian was "surprised" to learn that it was actually a fight between Turks and Japanese people over a disagreement.

There were more than a dozen people present who could testify.

Tang Jian was heartbroken upon hearing this.

“I never expected such a thing to happen. I will immediately report to His Highness. You all should stop standing there and quickly call for a doctor. Oh, and remember the medical expenses. This is not the fault of our Great Tang Dynasty, and we cannot bear the cost.”

After saying that, he hurriedly left with his men.

'These scoundrels from Wen County, they can make a scene all they want, but why are they even tearing down houses?'

(End of this chapter)