Shanglunzhamo walked on the bricks and stones of the Potala Palace, his steps were steady and his expression was calm.
It was a kind of calm without any waves and no expectations for the future.
He was once a very popular minister. Five years ago, the great Lun Ludongzan passed away. The thirty-year-old Zanpu wanted to take charge of the government, so he appointed him as the great Lun.
However, even a month did not arrive, and Zan Xiruo took his place.
At first, he was changed to deputy prime minister, but later he stopped pretending and simply gave him control of the Dongcheng Imperial Guard.
It sounds good, but that position is at the level of a head of a thousand households.
The dignified prime minister of a country was demoted to a thousand households!
This humiliation, if it were someone else's, he would find a rope and secretly hang himself in front of the Potala Palace at night.
But Shanglunzhamo still persisted.
In the past five years, he has meticulously controlled the Dongcheng Forbidden Army and protected the safety of the palace.
However, this does not mean that he still has hope for the future. It is just that as a veteran of Songtsen Gampo's period, he was loyal to his former master.
When entering the empty hall and seeing Zampu sitting in a high position, Shanglunzhamo still thought so.
It wasn't until it landed on Zamp's face that he was suddenly startled.
Today's Zamp suddenly changed.
It is very different from the sick and tired person in the past. With his sharp eyes, upright posture, and proud posture, he is sitting upright, as if he is a different person.
Shanglunzhamo stared blankly for a moment, and when he met that sharp gaze, he suddenly realized that he couldn't look at Zamp like this and lowered his head.
Not long after he lowered his head, he heard a voice coming from above: "Prime Minister, you have worked hard these years!"
The voice was familiar and soft, yet a little more erratic.
Shanglunzhamo sighed secretly, feeling that he had just had an illusion, and replied: "Zanpu shouldn't be called that, I am no longer the Prime Minister."
Zamp's voice came: "In my heart, you have always been the prime minister left to me by my grandfather. The Gar family can be arrogant for a while, but they cannot be arrogant for a lifetime. You have to help me, do you understand?"
Anyone can talk nonsense, but Shang Lun Cha Mo responded without any hesitation: "Yes."
Zamp's voice rose: "Raise your head and look at me!"
Shang Lunchamo raised his head and trembled suddenly.
Because Zamp's body was slightly leaning forward, his eyes were glaring, like a skinny tiger, ready to pounce.
After looking at each other for several seconds, Shanglunzhamo quickly lowered his head and listened to the voice coming from above: "Prime Minister, are you willing to help me?"
In line with the domineering and high-spirited momentum, this time the voice seemed to have changed from weak to deep, adding a bit of majesty to the king.
Shanglunzhamo's attitude also changed, and he kowtowed: "Great Zanpu, I will definitely do my best!"
Zanpu's voice said: "The Tang people had censors to advise the king and supervise the officials. Tubo also needs to reform its system and set up this position. I am going to convene a meeting of the Five Ru Alliance to let each ministry select talents for the position of censor..."
Shang Lun Cha Mo did not dare to neglect, and asked a few points in detail. Seeing that Zan Pu answered fluently, he had already made plans, and he couldn't help but cheer up: "Zan Pu is wise!"
Zamp's voice continued: "The most critical part of this matter is to get Sun Boru, Yoru, Yeru and Ruben of Rula to respond to us. Do you understand?"
Shanglunzhamo responded loudly: "I understand!"
Zamp's voice rose: "Go and bring the Tibetan warriors who have the courage to face the Gar family to me, and I will let them know who is the real Zamp!"
Shang Lun Chamo's blood was boiling and he answered with a cry in his tone: "Follow the command of God Zanpu!"
After twenty years, Plateau’s strong husband is finally back!
God bless Tubo!
Seeing Shang Lun Cha Mo retreat, Zan Pu, who was hiding behind Wang Xiaojie, let out a sigh of relief.
It was difficult for him to speak with a high voice because he was weak.
But there was a flush of excitement between his eyebrows.
Facts have proven that this method works!
Shanglun Chamo was the minister left by Songtsen Gampo for him, which was equivalent to the minister Tuogu. He was absolutely loyal and trustworthy.
But if Zampu, with a tired look on his face, announces the appointment of censor in a sickly voice, the other party will definitely shirk it because there is no hope.
But now the same thing is done by the mighty Wang Xiaojie. Even if there is no tacit understanding between the two parties and the connection is very unnatural, with Zanpu's status, it is more majestic, and Shang Lun Chamo's confidence immediately doubles.
When Zanpu was happy, the princess came over with equal joy.
She is more dignified and knows how to care about Xiao Xianrou: "Wang Wuwei, what do you think?"
Wang Xiaojie said blankly: "Princess, I don't feel anything..."
He scratched his head: "I don't understand what you are saying. I don't know what Zanpu and that minister are talking about. I can only help you get here."
Zamp and the princess looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction: "That's enough! That's enough!"
At first I thought it would be better if this person was a Tibetan, but now that I think about it, Tang is the safest choice.
If he is a Tubo man with such a similar face, he really has the possibility of seizing power, and a Tang man who can't even understand Tubo language is simply the best substitute.
The princess rolled her eyes and asked again: "How is Wang Wuwei's martial arts?"
Wang Xiaojie said proudly: "If there are five or six people who can't get close to me, the Brenzan Blade of the Gar family will be my defeated general!"
The princess immediately suggested: "In this case, we can let the Dongcheng Forbidden Army select brave men to compete with the 'King'!"
Zan Pu's eyes lit up, but Wang Xiaojie was a little embarrassed: "You don't want to talk, do you?"
The princess said: "No need, why does Zampu need to talk to those soldiers? You just need to compete with them and defeat them severely. These warriors will naturally go out to publicize Zampu's bravery!"
Wang Xiaojie stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Okay!"
Zanpu looked at Wang Xiaojie's lean and strong body with envy: "Wang Mengshi, it's up to you!"
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Half a month later.
"Zamp and the Warriors are having a fight in the palace?"
If you praise it, everyone will be dumbfounded.
He listened to it several times before confirming that he heard it correctly. He looked at Sitayu and said, "What on earth is going on?"
Sitayu also frowned: "I don't know what happened. All the servants were driven out of the inner palace. The maids serving inside are all the princess's confidants. The news cannot be spread..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a pause, Sidoyu guessed: "Did the Tang people give Zanpu some elixir? The Divine Guard reported that a few months ago there was a scandal in Chang'an about
The elixir case was so big that even the scholars taking the imperial examination were poisoned to death. There are a lot of taboos about the elixir, there must be something weird about it!"
Zan Xiruo couldn't accept it: "Is the elixir of the Tang Dynasty really so magical? Even if the Dongcheng guards dare not use all their strength against Zanpu, it is not something ordinary people can defeat. He can actually defeat the Dongcheng guards. Now those people are spreading it everywhere
Zanpu has God’s blessing and must suppress this matter!”
Tubo is also influenced by heaven and man, and the power of kings is granted by gods. In the hearts of the Tubo people, every Zanpu has the protection of heaven and the attention of gods.
The power of the king is supreme, no matter how incompetent the person sitting on it is, he can still have a large number of supporters. If a strong man descends from the sky, he must have a group of fanatical followers.
So Zan Xiruo knows very well how much impact Zan Pu will have on the current situation if he suddenly becomes violent.
He couldn't sit still anymore and stood up directly: "I will go to the palace to see Zamp in person!"
More than an hour later.
Zan Xiruo came back breathing in the air-conditioning.
Sitayu stepped forward to greet him: "Brother, what happened to Zanpu?"
Zan Xiruo said slowly: "In front of me, he is still the same as before."
Sitayu was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically: "Why didn't you notice before that Zampu actually has two faces? Is he pretending to be sick?"
Zan Xiruohan said: "I thought I underestimated the princess. It seems that I underestimated Zan Pu. When the Tang Dynasty came, did they think that with the support of external aid, they would start to show their true colors?"
Sitayu looked ugly: "Then what should we do?"
Zan Xiruo walked around the White House office several times with his hands behind his back, and his eyes became extremely sharp: "Is that person back?"
Sitayu said: "I haven't come back yet, but after receiving the news, I rushed back quickly. I should be there soon."
He had previously proposed to seize the bird position, but now when he heard Zamp becoming more aggressive, he felt a little frightened for some reason: "Brother, do you really want to..."
Seeing his brother's reaction, Zan Xiruo became more determined, and said coldly: "We can't sit still and wait for death. When that person comes back, he will come to see me immediately. I want Zanpu to continue to be sick, and he will be sick even if he is not sick!"
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…
More than twenty days later.
"'Nima' is a sacred word in Tubo language. It is an honorific name for the sun and means sacred light."
"Uncle Wang, recite the article I taught you yesterday."
"Wan'er, I can't remember..."
"Then you will be punished for copying! Tubo script is more difficult to write. It is said that it evolved from the scripts of Tianzhu and the Western Regions. You still don't even recognize the twenty yuan characters!"
Wang Xiaojie looked at the young teacher in front of him who was teaching seriously, and said with a wry smile: "Wan'er, are your requirements too high? I can already understand the conversation between Zanpu and the ministers a little bit, and it's not necessary just for me to lip-sync.
Learn their language?"
Shangguan Wan'er shook her head: "I can now write letters in Tubo characters. Their characters are actually quite simple. They have much fewer vocabulary than our Chinese. Master said that teaching you Tubo characters is just for emergencies.
Not only do you need to understand what they say, you also need to pay attention to the tone and pauses of Zamp’s words, don’t forget it!”
Wang Xiaojie let out a sigh of relief: "I haven't forgotten, I'll start penalizing it!"
Li Yan looked at the two people studying seriously and showed a look of relief.
Despite Wang Xiaojie's careless appearance, he would definitely not be a simple academic scumbag if he achieved his later achievements.
Wang Xiaojie in history was obviously a defeated general who was captured, but with his face, he lived in Tubo for many years with good food and drink.
In the process, he took the opportunity to become familiar with Tubo's official system, customs, mountains and terrain. After returning to the Tang Dynasty, he quickly grew into a famous general who repeatedly defeated Tibet.
The same principle holds true now. Li Yan wants Wang Xiaojie to be ready to take on heavy responsibilities at any time, know ourselves and our enemies, and win every battle.
He is also working hard himself.
I was practicing particularly hard when I saw a small figure standing in front of me very handsomely.
Shangguan Wan'er started counting with her fingers: "Master, not only do I have to study on my own every day, I also go to Queen Zampu to find out information, learn Tubo language from the palace maids and sisters, and when I come back, I have to teach Uncle Wang, why don't you do anything?
Woolen cloth?"
Li Yan changed the subject: "How is your Weishi Jin training going?"
Shangguan Wan'er said: "I have found a secret. Master, don't try to fool me with practice. The training of Weishi Jin is not like this at all!"
Li Yan thought for a while and started to rub her head: "Wan'er is the smartest. Master is responsible for praising you and letting Xiao Hei play with you!"
Shangguan Wan'er lowered her head helplessly and burst into laughter again.
She just likes Master to praise her.
…
Opportunities truly come to those who are prepared.
That night, Li Yan was sleeping soundly when suddenly there was chaos outside.
He immediately stood up, hung the chain knife on his waist, and walked out slowly.
Not long after leaving the door, Yang Zaisi came in a hurry and shouted: "Yuanfang, it's not good! It's not good! Zanpu has been assassinated!"
Li Yan greeted him unusually calmly: "Don't worry, brother, Zanpuji people have their own destiny. Let's go and see what's going on!"