June is the beginning of summer, and the weather is not very hot, and it is very comfortable to blow on your body with the warm wind.

Two fast horses came from the direction of Chang'an City and kept them close to each other.

After sitting like this for a long time, the two of them didn't say anything. Songtsen Gampo had already drunk three bowls of tea.

Seeing his sitting posture a little squeaked, Zhang Yang frowned and said, "Does Zanpu need convenience? That tree is good."

Songtsen Gampo then hurriedly went to get rid of his hands.

The person who came was dressed as a secretary in the court and a eunuch.

The Tang Dynasty was full of martial arts, and there were many martial artists.

It seems that eunuchs can ride horses, it is not rare.

The person who came from the secretary's prison was Cen Wenben. This man looked about forty years old, giving people a very capable feeling.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Young Master Cen hasn't seen you for a long time. I met you in the Secretary's Office and miss you very much."

Cen Wenben held a pen and ink in his hand, "Xiaguan and Zhang Shangshu can see each morning in Taiji Hall."

"Is that true?" Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly, "I am usually more focused, but I probably didn't notice it."

"Fang Xiang said you were talking to hide your words, but the lower official saw that it was indeed the case."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang felt a sense of depression, "How can Fang Xiang talk about me behind his back?"

"If you doze off in the morning, just say it, why bother to say that you are more focused?"

Spread the paper on the Cen Wenbian and prepare the pen and ink.

"Your Majesty said that Shangshu Zhang can be with this Tubo monarch, in the words of Tubo, Zanpu. Even if he speaks freely, his subordinates will record it in detail."

Zhang Yang sighed: "I'm just waiting for your Majesty's news, for fear that as soon as I open my mouth, Your Majesty will send troops to Mount Li to capture me."

Cen Wenben had prepared the inkstone and was carrying a pen to prepare for recording.

Zhang Yang whispered: "Where are you in the court now?"

Cen Wenben wrote, "Since Yan Shigu was demoted and exiled, the lower official was transferred to the Secretariat by His Majesty. Like the Secretary Zhang, the lower official was also the Secretary of the Secretariat and was also the Minister of the Secretariat."

"So you are also the Minister of Secretariat."

“That’s right.”

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, "For the sake of ours, we are the same officials and the same level, if I say bad things about Your Majesty later, can you tell me the truth without making a record?"

Cen Wenben lowered his head and did not speak.

Zhang Yang looked at the little eunuch beside him. In addition to asking him to make records, he also had a eunuch listen.

The few words he said before were also recorded in the same way by him.

It seems that I can't open the Internet. If Cen Wenben records one less sentence, this little eunuch can tell by just a little comparison.

Tian Khan was not only conceited but also a little suspicious.

Since Your Majesty has allowed it, you can have a formal conversation with Songtsen Gampo.

When he came back with convenience, Zhang Yang picked up the bowl in one hand and refused to let him touch it. "Have Zanpu washed his hands?"

“What does washing your hands mean?”

Zhang Yang said, "There is a rule in Mount Li, whether it is before or after meals."

Songtsen Gampo was said to me when she stood there, and her hands were placed wherever she was.

He still asked the Tubo servants who followed him to open the water bag and rinse their hands with water, "Is this the case?"

Zhang Yang nodded, "Well, it's very good. It's a good habit to be hygienic. I hope Zamp can maintain it in the future."

The meeting between the two looked harmonious, but they didn't start fighting now.

Everyone was relieved a lot.

Songtsen Gampo looked at the entrance of the village and some villagers were carrying a shelf with a pig tied to it.

Eight or nine villagers, both young and middle-aged.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they handed over the pig they brought to Niu Chuang, exchanged some money and left.

"What is this for?" Songtsen Gampo asked curiously.

"Our village raises pigs ourselves, and the villagers in other places use this kind of piglet that is a year old for money."

Zhang Yang sat upright with his hands in his arms and said melancholy: "At the end of last year, our village celebrated New Year's Eve and celebrated the New Year again. All the pigs in the village were killed and they have to be raised again this year."

"It seems that the animals in Mount Li are not prosperous. We have never killed them all for a day."

Songtsen Gampo gave his own opinions and also demonstrated that Tubo did not lack food for food.

"Do you Tubo people really use cow dung to build houses?"

After the words came to an end, the pen in Cen Wenben paused a little. What was Zhang Shangshu asking?

Songtsen Gampo is a king in the same place. Even if Tubo is barren, there will be no cow dung to build a house.

Thinking of this in my heart, Cen Wenben continued to record.

Songtsen Gampo gave a slight tribute, "It can indeed be used to build a house. As the county marquis said, in our Tubo cow dung is a very precious thing."

The pen in Cen Wenben's hand paused again, and he was fantasizing about this scene in his mind.

I couldn't help but feel a little bored. Can't Zhang Shangshu and Songzan Gampo talk about something important when they talked to each other?

Why do you find out about the customs and cultures of each other?

The two looked like friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that there was a relationship between Zanpu and Zhang Yang in Tubo before?

Songtsen Gampo took a sip of tea: "At Lusaka, I also drank the stir-fried tea from the Central Plains. At that time, I tasted it in Mount Li and then, and it was indeed not as good as that in Mount Li."

"I have also heard that Zamp often sends people to the Central Plains to buy some things and bring them back."

"Why is the taste so different?"

“When did Zamp drink?”

“It’s probably in the fall.”

Zhang Yang thought to himself: "Tea is not easy to preserve, and it must be moisture-proof. If it is not properly preserved, it will be affected by moisture and hair when transported to Tubo."

Songtsen Gampo picked up a piece of fried tea and looked at it, "It's really different from the tea transported to Tubo."

Zhang Yang looked sympathetic, "How long have Zanpu been drinking this long-haired tea?"

Songtsen Gampo sat very well and he attached great importance to this conversation.

For Tubo, this conversation may be related to the future of Tubo and how it will be related to the relationship between Tubo after the Tang Dynasty.

It is probably because His Majesty wants to record this conversation.

Until now, Cen Wenben looked at what he recorded, and there seemed to be no words worth thinking about.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Songtsen Gampo was considered a guest, so Zhang Yang poured him tea, "I have a way to dry and preserve the tea. Since Zanpu likes to drink tea, you can tell me early that we will send people to Tubo in Mount Li."

At that time, Tubo and Tang dynasty were going to war, let alone sending tea leaves.

Most Tubo people mainly eat meat, and they are very dependent on tea when they get used to it.

Tea is also a good thing to remove greasy food, and a balanced diet is still very important.

Zhang Yang thought, "Since Tubo lacks tea, if possible, we will do a long-term business. We provide tea and give you a way to buy good tea."

"Yes, Tubo people nowadays need tea."

"How is the location of the two parties' transactions arranged in Hexi?"

"very good."

Songtsen Gampo nodded slightly.

Zhang Yang drank tea, "At first, I kept wondering what kind of person Zanpu was, but now I see that he is so young."

"I am nearly thirty years old." Songtsen Gampo sat upright, "Shangshu Zhang is also very young, I don't know..."

"It's already twenty-five." Zhang Yang poured tea into his tea bowl again, "It'll be another five years."

"Five years?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I will retire before the age of 30 and will never ask about the world."

Songtsen Gampo's expression became a little strange, and then he smiled, "You are so young and ranked as the Minister of State, and you will definitely be able to be the best in the future. How can you retire early?"

"Lao Song, you don't know anything. A Taoist priest told me before that I would get seriously ill once I was thirty years old. I can't say too much in my life, let alone go to court."

Songtsen Gampo said suspiciously: "Maybe it is the legendary accomplishment that is lacking? All the heroes of all generations have died young, like Huo Qubing, Han Fei, and Sun Bin in the Central Plains..."

"You know a lot about Central Plains." Zhang Yang met him with a tea bowl. "The family has been quitting drinking recently, so tea instead of wine."

Songtsen Gampo picked up the tea bowl and drank it all.

Seeing Songtsen Gampo being so confused by his brother-in-law, he really believed it.
To be continued...