Wang Ye had a dark face for the whole afternoon.

In the yard, the two wives and one sister completely forgot about Wang Ye's existence, the three girls were completely attracted by Yang Yue, and the four beautiful women had a lot of fun chatting in front of Wang Ye.

Wang also had to sigh at Yang Yue's nimble style of dealing with things. In just a moment, Xiaoyu was so giggled and completely forgot how she was used by her.

Although the king also didn't want to accept the work of helping Yang Yuegainn's nun's house, it was Li Yuan's oral order, which was definitely not easy to violate.

"Miss Yang, are you sure you build your nunnery next door to my house? Are you not afraid of too many people?" Wang Ye still had a little extravagant hope in his heart, at least he hoped that she would stay away from him. The nunnery at the door of his house would ruin his two wives.

"How many times have you said it? It's Zizhu Temple, what kind of nunnery? Don't struggle. I think it's great to build it next to your house." Yang Yue was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Ye.

"That's right, brother, don't talk about it anymore. It's just a small temple. You have so much money, don't lose our reputation." Xiaoyu spoke from the side.

"That's right, I made more than 100,000 yuan yesterday, and I started to become stingy at this time." Yang Yue was unreasonable.

Wang Ye covered his face. He was considering his family's safety. Who knew whether this witch would use some banned drugs like n to deal with him.

"Xiaoyu, don't say anything, why do I think you are more kinky than my elder brother?" Wang Yesheng muttered unlovingly.

The next day.

After eating Chaoshi, Wang Ye looked at the construction site of the nunnery that was busy beside Tingyu Pavilion, and his heart was trampled by grass and mud and horses.

"Ma Zhou, do you think Yang Yue suddenly came to me to join in the fun, isn't he ulterior motive?" Wang also asked Ma Zhou next to him.

"It's hard to say. If she had ulterior motives, she should hide away and exert force in secret. But now she is lowering her eyes and Ma Zhou doesn't understand." Ma Zhou said without looking back at the construction site.

"Oh, you really don't understand. Why do I feel like I'm lowering my eyes on her?" Wang Yesheng had no desire.

"Let's go, Su I, the people from Essay, should have arrived." Wang also shook his head and walked towards the Ma Zhou Dynasty Arena.

Today, the arena will welcome 20,000 Silla slaves, which was paid by the king before. According to the head, one is 500 yuan, which is cheaper than a mirror.

Arena Square.

Two thousand people, are there many?

If you want to see where it is, if it is a primary school auditorium, it may be dense and a little shocking.

But now the arena can accommodate 100,000 people, and the square at the door is twice the size of the arena.

Twenty thousand people still have less than one-tenth of them.

Wang Ye saw Su Io Yu holding a whip and whip it from afar.

"Haha, why is Mr. Su? Do you exercise?" Wang Ye smiled at the dying Sillanu who was being thrust.

Su I, Ekima, heard the voice of Wang Ye behind him, and hurriedly threw the whip to the guard next to him.

"Master Lord, you are here. It's just 20,000 Silla slaves, only a lot." Su I, Emily, said with a flattering look on his face.

The king also pointed to the slave who was beaten to pieces on the ground, with a puzzled look on his face: "Is this?"

After all, the king has already paid the money, and no matter how little it is, it is still money. Moreover, these slaves are used to make money, and one of them dies is a loss.

"Forgive me, Lord, this little slave just robbed a child's snack from your country. I'm teaching him a lesson for you."

Wang Ye was puzzled when he heard this. At this time, the soldiers in charge of the guards of the arena and the market came and told them about the causes and consequences.

It turned out that this Silla slave hadn't eaten anything for a few days. When passing by the market, he saw a child watching eating snacks. He was so hungry that he went up to grab them. The child was shocked and threw the snacks on the ground, but was picked up by the slave and eaten them.

The child was an ordinary civilian in Zhangjiagou, so he would not care about the offense of a slave. However, Su I, the Emily, was eager to show off, and was also afraid that the king would blame him, so he thought of killing a warning to the king and giving these Silla slaves a warning.

After hearing this, Wang Ye nodded, pointed to the slave who was about to be beaten to death and said, "Carry it to the clinic for treatment."

The commander was puzzled: "This is just a slave, why bother with his life or death?"

"You don't understand, just do it, and prepare 20,000 servings of rice cakes and water to let them eat." The king didn't want to explain, but just ordered.

"Yes." The commander is the personal guard beside Qin Qiong, and here he has to listen to Wang Ye's orders.

Wang Ye nodded, turned around and shouted at the 20,000 Sila Nu, "People who understand the official language of the Tang Dynasty will come out and enjoy the treatment of my civilians in the Tang Dynasty. They will take care of two meals a day, one pound of meat a day."

After Wang Ye shouted, the square was silent. Su I, Xiayi, looked at Wang Ye in amazement. Only officers can treat this kind of treatment on the Japanese island.

At this time, 20,000 Silla slaves were talking noisily because some Silla people who could understand the official language of the Tang Dynasty were helping to explain.

Several of the strong men of Silla rushed out, saying that they were strong men, which was equivalent to Wang Ye's height.

"Jiligua Simida." The strong men knelt on the ground and begged to the king.

The king was speechless, I, Simida, you uncle, don’t understand.

"What do they mean? Why don't they speak the official language of the Tang Dynasty?" Wang also shouted to 20,000 people.

After speaking, three old men walked out of the crowd, bowed respectfully to the king, stood up and said, "Sir, I three can speak Tang Dynasty Mandarin and write."

Wang Ye was a little disappointed when he saw that he was three old men. After all, what he wanted was a commander who could help manage these 20,000 people.

"What position did you originally have?" Wang also frowned and asked.

"Neither of me has no position, I am just a accompanying disease doctor in the army." An old man in the lead replied.

"Disease doctor?" Wang didn't believe it, because he had observed the palms and skins of the three people, and they must be nobles, so he asked about their positions. However, they refused to say it now, so Wang naturally didn't plan to ask again.

"Haha, then you three will be responsible for their medical problems in the future. If one of them dies from illness, you will be punished by fifty strokes, and two of them will be punished by one hundred strokes." Wang Ye smiled.

The old man in the head of "This" was sweating and wanted to say something, but was pulled by the two people behind him, signaling him not to say more.

"Okay, the three of me will follow you, it's just this food." Another old man bowed respectfully to the king and asked.

"The food is still the same. I will give you an extra pound of meat and rice cakes, but only you three." Wang said without any worries.

"Thank you, Lord." The three of them were happy when they heard this and hurriedly thanked him.

"Slow down." Wang Ye saw the three of them returning to the crowd and hurriedly stopped them.

The three of them paused and turned around with pale faces.

Wang Ye was 100% sure that their status was not low at this time, and he still smiled and said, "I will organize a battle later. You will select 100 people from 20,000 people. If you win, I will reward you ten roasted lambs."

"Really?" the three of them asked with surprise.

"Well, go and prepare quickly." Wang Ye nodded.

The three of them translated Wang Ye's words intact among the 20,000 people with surprise.

Suddenly, hundreds of strong men ran to the three old men to sign up.

Only by exerting efforts can you eat meat, this is their idea.

In the arena, the king also wants to host this battle himself.

Ma Zhou is cooperating with the Thirteenth and Fourteenth generals to make the rules of the battle public, and the king also needs time to prepare.

Of course, the more audiences, the better. Zhang Qi has already driven Wang Ye's car to Chang'an City to inform the news of the battle.

Twenty miles away, Zhang Qi never undone the accelerator, and it only took an incense stick to arrive in Chang'an. This was still a dirt road. When the cement road that Wang and Li Yuan discussed with him would be repaired, it would only be faster.

"The city lord notified that there will be a big banquet in the arena today. Please invite officials above the fifth rank of Chang'an to come and enjoy the face. Brothers, please help me notify you." After Zhang Qi said that, he took out a purse and threw it to the Imperial Guard of the City Guard.

He didn't know the residence of these officials, and he had to inform Li Yuan that these officials only had to spend fifty taels of silver and someone would help inform him.

The captain of the imperial army took the purse thrown by Zhang Qi and touched it. There were ten silver ingots, of course it could not be gold. He thanked him happily and began to arrange the brothers in the team to inform the people and discuss it after the money was divided.

Zhang Qi nodded with a smile, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and threw them to him. This was considered a favor between Zhang Qi and him.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhang, brother is about to change shifts, and he will definitely go to support the city lord at that time." The captain smiled.

"I'll come here, there's a good show today." After Zhang Qi said that, he drove directly to Tai Chi Palace and turned a blind eye to the envious and suspicious eyes along the way.

The patrol guards knew that the people driving this iron car had an extraordinary identity, so they all hurried to drive the road.

Tai Chi Palace.

Peng Hai walked into the study with a smile.

In addition to Li Yuan, Concubine Wan was present, and Peng Hai did not shy away. After the ceremony, he said directly: "Sage, Princess Wang has invited me, saying that Princess Jiujiang misses you, and I want to invite you to the arena to watch the show."

Li Yuan put down the scroll in his hand, moved his neck, and smiled and said, "Is there any reason?" He naturally didn't believe this excuse.

"Zhang Qi, who delivered the letter, mentioned two points. First, Wang's prince-consort bought 20,000 Silla and slaved the second. He fought bloody battles and never ended."

"Twenty thousand Silla slaves? What is the total population of Tingyu Pavilion now?" Li Yuan asked.

"Not counting foreign merchants, there were 2,100 merchants in Zhangjiagou, 17,000 refugees, 30,000 Tubo slaves, and 20,000 newly arrived Silla slaves today, which is already 70,000." Peng Hai reported truthfully.

"Oh, this kid knows to cause trouble for me. These 70,000 people are now obedient to him. I guess someone will ask him for trouble tomorrow." Li Yuan frowned.

At this time, Concubine Wan smiled and said, "According to my opinion, there may not be any impeachment."

"Oh?" Li Yuan looked at him in confusion when he heard this, but saw Concubine Wan smiling. He suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "I hope, this kid is cunning."

Peng Hai also smiled and said, "Don't the saint just like the straightforwardness of the Prince Consort, it's great."

"Yes, it's great, it makes people unable to find a reason to attack him, hahaha." Li Yuan laughed: "Go, drive Qingcheng's car out, I want to take my beloved concubine to see what the good show is."

"I prepared it for the saint early in the morning, and even the fuel tank was full, and it was the new oil sent by the Prince of the King."
Chapter completed!