Jince Palace, this is an important palace where the Jin Kingdom of Khotan handled major state affairs, received foreign envoys, and held major court meetings.
Li Shengtian first waited in Wufeng Tower and then received him here, which was enough to show the importance he attached to this Guiyi Army envoy.
Fan Running, the old god, walked forward holding the Jiedu envoy Jingjie who returned to the Yi army. Along the way, the aggrieved feeling of being forced to work as a clerk for Zhang Zhao was wiped away. After all, he was the chief envoy, and as long as he arrived in Khotan
City, Zhang Erlang also respected him.
But while the Panjie envoy was still following the etiquette with a complacent face and slowly walking forward with the chamberlain of the Khotan Palace, a figure suddenly passed by him.
Zhang Zhao, who had already changed into a green robe, ran past Fan Runing quickly and wanted to see Li Shengtian. This was not the time to pay attention to who was the envoy!
Li Shengtian is the golden thigh that he will rely on in the next few years, why don't he hug it quickly?
"Uncle! Uncle! My nephew has finally met you! Uncle!" The feeling that Zhang Zhao had been brewing for two quarters of an hour suddenly burst out at this moment.
I thought that he, a good young man from later generations, was thrown into this chaotic world of cannibalism, sleeping on a hard bed, not even being able to drink the happy water in the fat house, and not even being able to eat the stick fried chicken that he despised before.
Not to mention game movies. Apart from being able to stage real-person death battles every day and not being short of women, there is nothing else. For a little nobleman here, the quality of life cannot keep up with when he went to college.
Bitter! Really bitter! Zhang Zhao burst into tears.
At the entrance of Jince Hall, two Khotan warriors wearing gorgeous gold armor tried to grab Zhang Zhao, but he ducked away in a few seconds.
As soon as he entered the main hall, Zhang Zhao rushed towards the fat Khotanese man on the throne!
Just when Li Shengtian panicked and wanted to call for escort, he knelt on the ground with a thud and raised a letter and a worn-out piece of gold in his hand above his head.
Li Shengtian waved his hand to the pursuing warriors to retreat, his eyes fixed on the broken piece of gold in Zhang Zhao's hand. The king of a country almost ran down from the throne in a few steps.
In an instant, Li Shengtian, who had been the emperor of Khotan for almost twenty years, seemed to have returned to many years ago.
'Brother! Why did you write in your thousand-character essay that you have to give up the throne to the country, Yu Tao and Tang, punish the people and punish crimes, and Zhou Fa Yin Tang? Hurry up and write it! Forget it! Sister, I will help you write a few paragraphs, sir.
I'm about to check it out.'
A woman wearing a skirt hurriedly opened the door and walked in. She looked at the words on the desk and wrote a few lines. She quickly sat down and started writing imitatingly.
'Sir, please don't punish me. He is weak and cannot bear it. If you are still angry, please beat the slave!'
‘You think I won’t hit you! You are the eldest sister, and you are also responsible for your younger brother’s mistakes!’
Li Shengtian seemed to still be able to feel the crackling sound of his father swinging the cane.
‘Brother! I’m leaving! Give half of your Rat King Pendant to sister! If sister misses you in Dunhuang in the future, she can take a look at this pendant.’
‘Brother! It’s great to hear that you have a princess! When Xun’er grows up, let them get married!’
Li Shengtian took out a piece of gold that was also old and broken from his arms. The two pieces of gold clicked together to form a rat-faced human statue wearing a crown.
"This golden rat king statue was given to me by my sister when I was young. Later, when she went to Dunhuang, I kept the body of the rat king statue and gave the rat king head to my sister!" p>
Li Shengtian slowly looked at Zhang Zhao who was kneeling on the ground and said. Zhang Zhao suddenly realized that he suddenly remembered that Khotan seemed to have the habit of worshiping the Rat King.
Suddenly, a few tears spewed out from Li Shengtian's eyes. They were really spewing, not flowing out.
Zhang Zhao had only seen blood spurting out from wounds before, but he never thought tears could spurt out.
But the King of Khotan didn't seem to care. He held the statue of the Rat King and didn't wipe the tears on his face, but murmured to himself.
"A certain person is the emperor, but he doesn't even get a chance to see his relatives! My sister has been trapped in Dunhuang for twenty-three years. I wonder if she is still happy now?"
"My mother is still in good health. When my nephew went to see her three years ago, my mother was making rice wine, using good glutinous rice from Jiangnan East Road.
She also said that after five years of storage, she asked someone to bring it to her uncle to satisfy his craving. My mother said that when my uncle was a child, he liked this kind of rice wine and sugar frosting the most, and drank it warm with tangerine peel!"
Zhang Zhao thought about the words for a while, and decided to use the word "understanding greed", which should best fit Li Shengtian's state of mind at this time.
Sure enough, when he heard the word "satisfaction", Li Shengtian's eyes shone with admiration.
"My mother passed away when I was still in infancy. Only my sister, who is seven years older than me, took care of me and cherished me the most!
Can your mother carry you?"
Li Shengtian suddenly asked Zhang Zhao. After Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment, he nodded slowly.
To be honest, his impression of his aunt, Princess Fengtian, was very vague. In his memory, he always felt that she was similar to the Bodhisattva games in the temple.
The only profound impression I have is that after the Cao family replaced Zhang, Princess Fengtian hugged him day and night, even hugging him when she slept.
It wasn't until the Cao family smoothly took over the political power and had a stable position that there was no need to exterminate Zhang Zhao, then he asked his biological mother, the Song family, to choose Zhang Zhong and others to take him to Shouchang to avoid disaster.
Zhang Zhao nodded slowly. The original Zhang Zhao could not understand how thrilling that period was, but the current Zhang Zhao can understand.
A little baby of three or two years old, in that kind of chaos, would die. Given the extremely high infant mortality rate at that time, it was not unusual.
Now that he thinks about it, he understands how dangerous it was during those days when his aunt, Princess Fengtian, would hug him even when sleeping. Without that warm embrace, Zhang Zhao would have died long ago!
Li Shengtian took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled kindly at Zhang Zhao.
"Until he was seven years old, he always liked having his sister carry him on his back. It can be said that he grew up on his sister's back."
No wonder Li Shengtian was so rude. He lost his mother just a few months after he was an infant. After all, his father is the head of a country, has many concubines and children, and is even more busy with government affairs. It is estimated that he does not have much fatherly love to share with him.
So, this eldest sister, who took over the role of his mother, was most likely the only source of love he felt during his childhood.
"Uncle! If you miss your mother, please bring her from Dunhuang to Khotan! My nephew has not seen his mother for three years!"
Seeing that his emotions were in place, Zhang Zhao hugged Li Shengtian's thick thighs and burst into tears.
The face of Fan Running, who was left in the distance, changed drastically, and the several envoys who returned to the rebel army behind him also seemed to be facing an abyss.
No one would have thought that the Emperor of Khotan was so fond of his eldest sister, and that Erlang Jun wanted to provoke him. What should he do?
Li Shengtian had a very moved look on his face, but he held it back. He closed his eyes and reached out to pat Zhang Zhao's head gently.
"Although my uncle is the emperor, there are certain things that he can't do anything about! It's up to you whether you can revive your Zhang family and whether you can get your mother out of the cage!"
Great! Zhang Zhao couldn't help but tremble. Gui Yijun and Yu Tian were both harmed and prosperous. As an emperor, no matter how much Li Shengtian felt sorry for his sister, he would never fall out with the Cao family.
But he can support Zhang Zhao and support Zhang Zhao to accumulate strength in Khotan, which is enough!
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