[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

Zhen Jin did not tell others about the assassination. Nearly half a month later, when Marco was sketching on the top of the tower again, he saw a group of people coming from the direction of Dadu. He immediately went back to the city to report to Zhen Jin.

Here comes Ahmed.

Prince Zhenjin personally took care of him and received him in the hall. He talked about the situation in most of the city and said that everything was fine. Even the shrewd Chancellor of the Exchequer is somewhat evasive.

"Your Majesty and the Queen miss the prince very much, and hope that the prince will return to Dadu to report on his duties. During this period, I will take over Xiangyang."

Zhen Jin thought about it, felt reasonable, and agreed.

"My father's decision is very wise. As my father's minister of humerus, it is safe for you to stay and take care of the city. In the next few days, Marco will show you around the city and explain all the affairs."

"Thank you very much, my lord."

Ahmed saluted humbly, as if he had treated him like a monarch.

Three days later, when Ahmed officially took over Xiangyang, Zhenjin and his party returned to Dadu with only a small number of people.For some reason, Marco always had a bad premonition in his heart. Before he left, he stood on the wilderness, looked back at the bustling capital for a long time, and only started to move forward slowly when Zhenjin urged him again and again.

Most of them are thousands of miles away from Xiangyang City, and the way is the Jedi Desert, which is desolate and uninhabited.Marco and his party marched day and night according to the guidance of the stars.Because they had heard the news that the Khan was attacking Song Ting, the nearby city gates were closed to avoid being involved, and they did not meet any pedestrians or business travelers along the way. It was not until noon on the third day that they saw a person galloping from behind.

Zhen Jin saw that the man seemed to be in a hurry, so he ordered to stop and wait.As soon as the man arrived beside him out of breath, Marco couldn't wait to ask:

"What happened over there, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm going to Lin'an, Xiangyang can't stay any longer! Tartars are massacring the city, claiming that no one will be left behind!"

As soon as the words came out, the whole army was shocked.Ma Ke turned his head stiffly to look at Zhen Jin, but saw him slowly tightening the rein.

However, he didn't care about the faces of other people. When he talked about this, the man paused and swallowed, as if he just remembered something now. He looked around at the people around him, and suddenly asked cautiously:

"You...are not with the Tartars...?"

Zhen Jin didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

"Aren't you going to Lin'an, that direction."

At this time, the man cheered up and left with gratitude. Zhen Jin watched him ride away on the horse, and suddenly took out a bow from the back of the horse, set the arrow and stretched the string, and shot the man with one arrow Get off the horse!

"True gold you...!!"

Ma Ke exclaimed, but regardless of his astonished gaze, the little prince drew his bow and rode his horse away.

"You also heard what Khan said, no one will stay."

Marco could clearly feel that Zhen Jin was really angry, and he kept his brows tightly furrowed throughout the rest of the trip, without saying a word.They didn't eat or drink, they didn't stop, and finally returned to Dadu a few days before the return date.

Kublai Khan sat leaning on a white bear skin, looking at his son and courtiers.

"True gold, my child, you are finally back, two days sooner than I expected."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why did you wantonly slaughter my people without my consent?!"

Just then Bi Zhenjin asked in a hurry, his voice contained deeply suppressed anger, but Khan didn't seem to be surprised, only to see that he leaned forward slowly, but his face turned cold.

"It is my people, true gold."

"I used the heavy cost of soldiers' casualties and advanced siege equipment to capture that city with great difficulty. Only by killing all those who do not want to surrender can I deter other cities and let them know what will happen if they insist on going their own way. It is the most benevolent way to surrender without a fight, so as to avoid the loss of troops and keep other cities from being destroyed.”

"........."

However, the little prince was still immersed in anger and could not listen to any explanation. He was trembling with anger, and Marco began to worry that he would do something irrational in his rage. At this moment, Kublai Khan suddenly turned to him and lifted the Lift your finger.

"Stranger, what do you think of this matter?"

Marco was startled, hesitated for a while, and then lowered his eyebrows and said sympathetically.

"...Your Majesty is brave and decisive. In the long run, this is indeed the most wise and kind way."

Zhen Jin suddenly turned to look at him, with puzzlement, anger, and faint contempt in his eyes.

The Khan nodded in satisfaction, and turned his gaze to his son.

"True gold, your foundation is still shallow now, and you still have a lot to learn. Temporary soft-heartedness will not bring you praise and respect. Only when you control the overall situation and make everyone fear you, your kindness Actions will bring them surrender from the bottom of their hearts.”

"........."

"Now that the matter is settled, you go down."

Zhen Jin first turned around and left without looking back, and Marco had to follow behind him.

"That's right, real gold."

When they were about to exit the hall, they suddenly heard Khan speak, and the two turned their heads together.

"Your mother arranged a marriage for you, recharge your batteries and get ready to marry your fourth wife."

"I should have thought of it earlier, you disturbed and kind bitch!"

As soon as he left the main hall, the prince grabbed his collar desperately and shouted desperately.

"This proposal was originally proposed by you. I was just playing the role of pushing the boat along the way, but now you bite me back and tell me, Latin, are you deliberately trying to provoke the relationship between me and my father?"

"But that's what's on your mind, isn't it?"

Marco was strangled almost out of breath, and looked down at him with difficulty.

"What? You say I'm just like what was written in your piece of garbage? Weak and hesitant?"

He smiled angrily and pushed him away viciously.

"...I should have followed my father's instructions, put those untouchables to death like dogs, and then cut off your tongue, so that you can no longer speak sweetly in front of my father."

After speaking, he walked away, not wanting to look at him at all.

Marco tried his best to straighten his collar on the spot. He felt wronged in his heart. Even if your father didn't value your opinion, he still gave you a wife.

But now, the tacit understanding he had painstakingly established with Zhen Jin is over, and the other party still treats him like a shoe.When he returned to Boyan's residence dejectedly, he heard the sound of fighting from inside. As soon as he stepped on the threshold, he saw a young man smashing towards him and fell at his feet.

"Get up, trash."

It was Boyan's voice.

The young man in front of him reluctantly stood up, shouted loudly and rushed over again, but this time he still didn't survive three moves, no matter how he reacted and resisted, Boyan suppressed all his movements with just one hand.

Ma Ke stood on the side and looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but touch his forehead: this kid is worse than he was back then.

Finally fell to the ground for the last time, unable to get up no matter what, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him while he was struggling, the young man raised his head in amazement, but a pair of blue eyes appeared in his eyes.

"Marco Polo, can I help you?"

There was a moment of hesitation in the boy's eyes, but in the end he held his hand and stood up, wiped his sweat, and timidly looked up at the tall man standing inside.

"It's better than last month, you can go back."

A smile appeared on the man's face.

"Thank you, Master."

The boy lowered his eyelids humbly, bowed and stepped back.

When Ma Ke entered, Boyan was already sitting there drinking tea.

"That's the eldest son of the Huihe Gelan tribe, his father sent him here."

He wrote lightly that Marco's face showed a look of surprise, and he looked back at the direction the young man was going away, and he understood a little bit in his heart.

Over the years, Kublai Khan fought eastward and westward, severely punished several restless tribes in the Golden Horde Khanate, and ordered their King Khan to worship every year every year.In order to ensure their loyalty, they will naturally be asked to send one or two heirs, and they can be threatened by this if necessary, so as not to make trouble.Once those children are sent here, they are not allowed to eat plain rice, and there will be special teachers to teach them martial arts, riding and shooting, document etiquette, which is called enlightenment.

"It turns out that all fathers are the same..."

He couldn't help muttering, but Boyan smiled and took a sip of tea leisurely.

"How are you doing in Xiangyang?"

"……that's it."

He sat down cross-legged, Boyan laughed again, Ma Ke hesitated for a while, and told him the whole story of the massacre, and finally couldn't help asking:

"What would you do if you were sweating profusely?"

"I will find out the man who abetted my son and beat him hard."

Marco raised his head in disbelief.

"Master, don't be so cruel."

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, but hesitated to speak.

Boyan "looked" at his appearance, and then slowly put the teacup away.

"Speak, child."

Marco raised his head in surprise again, and began to continue his doubts that he had never stopped on the first day he met the person in front of him: Is the blind man in front of him really blind?

"...It's real gold..."

he hummed.

"...he is suspicious and jealous, impulsive and irritable, not as tolerant as his father but bitter and complaining, but..."

"But you just can't let him go, can you?"

Marco shrugged.

"After all he has a genuine side sometimes, I mean, occasionally."

"Latins, don't wishful thinking, you are just a lowly foreigner, he is the crown prince, and the difficulty of attacking is even higher than that of Princess Blue."

Marco's eyebrows were so raised that they almost flew out of his forehead.

"Master, where are you thinking?"

"Zhen Jin will be a benevolent monarch, and what he has to do now is to follow his father as an example. The most correct behavior for him is to follow the path his father paved for him."

"And you."

Boyan stretched out his hand and poked the chest of the person in front of him.

"And your task is to try your best to accommodate him and assist him, even if you pay the price of your life."

tbc

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