[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

This was the third month since the capture of Xiangyang. It rained continuously for dozens of days. The rotting corpses were soaked in the mud, and the air was filled with hot, humid and restless atmosphere.

Worried about the safety of Dadu, Kublai Khan led Boyan and most of his troops back, leaving only real gold and enough soldiers to guard a city.

Marco wanted to go back to the capital with the big army, but Khan stayed behind and ordered him to protect the prince and cooperate with him to manage the city after the war. Marco couldn't help but hold back his eagerness to see Kuokuo really. heart of.

Fortunately, Zhenjin was in good health and soon recovered from his injuries.In the past three months, Marco assisted him in accepting the surrender and tribute from the survivors of the former dynasty and the common people, dispatched doctors from the southerners and arranged for the wounded to receive treatment, and managed all affairs in an orderly manner.During this period, the Confucianism that Zhen Jin had acquired since he was a child was dominant. Without the fetters of his father, he was more comfortable. accident.

Ma Ke wandered around the city after finishing his official duties on weekdays. He was fascinated by the customs and beautiful scenery of the Song Dynasty. Receive the pen.What made him feel gratified was that the relationship between him and Zhen Jin was gradually improving. The other party no longer threatened or glared at him as soon as he saw him. Sometimes he would ask him some business questions, and occasionally Ask him for his opinion on some important matters. Although his arrogance is still the same as before, in general, he is no longer treated as an inferior foreigner.

On this day, Marco came to Zhenjin's bedroom. He knocked on the door and gave his name at the same time. "Come in." Said inside, Marco pushed the door and went in, but the scene in front of him made him hesitate for a moment and wanted to exit.

Real gold is being dosed.The blunderbuss hit his chest that day. Although he has been fine for the past few days, it still left indelible scars on his skin. However, the Mongolian man doesn't seem to care about these, and instead regards it as a kind of glory.

"A letter from the Khan, Your Highness."

Zhen Jin sat on the side of the couch, Marco presented the envelope in front of him, and the other party lazily reached out to take it.A young doctor was smearing a lump of green paste on his chest, without getting a clear instruction, Marco took a few steps back and stood behind him.

The man in front of him had wheat-colored skin, and did not have the obtrusive muscles of European men, but looked soft and vigorous.Thick black hair hung loose.

After Zhen Jin read the letter, he put it aside casually, waved his hand to signal the doctor to step back, then put on his obscene clothes and stood up, and Marco stepped forward.

"Your Highness, do you have any other orders?"

As if he had just realized that this guy was still behind him, Zhen Jin hesitated for a moment, and then asked him some questions about taxation and financial clearance and asked him to retreat.

"So, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not sick, why do you ask that?"

In a small noodle shop on the street, Marco put down the bowl, looked at the little boy lying on the table in front of him, holding his face, and asked a little funny, but the little boy stopped talking and pointed to his eyes .

"My mother said that when someone gets sick, their eyes will turn red."

"You said this?"

Marco pointed to his eyes, and couldn't help laughing out loud after getting the affirmative nod of the other party.

"It's not a disease, all the people in our place are like this."

"Are they all blue eyes?"

"...Well, not all of them, there are also green ones, brown ones, and black ones..."

Then the little boy took a deep breath after hearing his words.

"Isn't that just like a monster..."

"Wait, why are you becoming a monster..."

Marco put away his smile in an instant, and the child raised his head and thought about it.

"Then what's it like there?"

"Where we are... um..."

Marco thought for a while, and he thought of the city on the water, the merchant ships that shuttled back and forth, and the evening wind blowing into thousands of households along with the bells at dusk... What a distant memory, so far away that he, who has never lost his memory, Already blurred.

"Abi, come quickly and collect the bowl."

A call brought him back to reality, and Marco realized that he had been so busy with Shenyou that he forgot to speak just now. The boy responded and climbed down from the chair, and when he left, he glanced at him.

"Remember to come to eat noodles at night!"

It was still early when Marco left the noodle shop, so Marco was going to go back to his residence along the street.

Since the city was broken and the Mongolian army entered, most of the residents in the city stayed behind closed doors. However, after a long time, the farmers still had to cultivate the land for food, and the merchants still had to earn money to support their families. Then a street, a district, and gradually the whole city returned to normal.The needs of ordinary people are very simple. It doesn't matter who you are the emperor, as long as you can live a stable life.The soldiers had been severely warned by Prince Zhenjin not to oppress the people, but the people were still very reluctant to see the army, which would remind them of the fact that they had lost their country.

Marco walked back along the street, the pancake lady handed him a pack of freshly baked pancakes, the little brother from the pen and ink shop told him that a batch of good paper had just arrived, and even the little girl spinning Give him a pack of winter melon candies.Marco has been running through the streets and alleys in the past few months, and he is familiar with the surrounding people. The local people don't know that the return cannon that led to their subjugation was built by this person in front of him, and they also like this honest foreigner very much. Yuan Bing, this seemingly harmless foreigner is much more amiable and lovely.

When he was about to step into the palace gate, he was suddenly held down by someone's shoulder. Ma Ke turned his head and saw that it was Zhen Jin and couldn't help being startled. Looking at it with his eyes, he also felt that it was too embarrassing.

"F?

There was a funny look on the prince's face, he stretched out his hand to remove a layer of yellow paper from the outer packaging, rubbed it with his fingers, and then sucked it in his mouth, showing a sneer.

"Bad food."

Leaving this sentence behind, Zhen Jin finally planned to let go of his biscuits and sugar, but himself?It seems that Zhenjin doesn't have this plan.

"Walk with me."

After speaking, he walked away, and Marco had to move his feet to follow behind him.

"You have been running outside for so many days, what have you seen, tell me."

Zhen Jin is really looking more and more regal, and now he is asking Marco to repeat what he saw, just like his father Kublai Khan.

"...Their agriculture is very developed. Farmers grow rice twice a year, which can ensure the supply of food for a city; their irrigation technology is very developed, and they can completely deal with droughts and floods for a period of time. I also saw waterwheels and studied Their structure is indeed very scientific, and their painting and embroidery art are amazing. They have a set of very clear and reasonable management methods for business. I have studied their systems. Although they are complete, they are often lacking. Troublesome problems with action leadership and passive sabotage... oh! Be careful..."

A child hit his leg, and Marco leaned over to help him up.

"Slaughter the city."

"what?"

When he was about to straighten up, he heard the voice of real gold, and Marco could hardly believe his ears.

"I said massacre."

Marco was stunned for two or three seconds.Zhenjin paused, and looked sideways at him.

"My father's order."

"...You mean, Big Khan?"

"How many fathers can I have?"

Marco's heart began to sink, Zhen Jin ignored him and walked away slowly, Marco quickly followed.

"...I told him the situation in the city, and he was furious, saying that we shouldn't be so tolerant, so that other cities will resist and refuse to surrender, and if this continues, we will tolerate traitors and jeopardize the process of the Great Khan's unification of the world."

Ma Ke didn't say a word. There were martial arts masters trying to rush into the palace to assassinate, but fortunately they were stopped by Binyamba and Boyan. Once the assassins were captured, they immediately swallowed poison and committed suicide.The kind of death that makes him feel terrified even now

However, the massacre of the city would ruin all their hard work in the past three months.Zhenjin finally got a chance to show his skills. In the past three months, he is no longer the usual little prince who only hides in the dark and complains. There is no one around him to hinder his potential. .He studied tirelessly, worked hard, was busy but full of joy, but at this time Khan wanted him to bury all his achievements with his own hands.

tbc

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