A group of people from the Western Regions were heading towards Chang'an City, headed by Anyan Yan. When Pei Xingjian and Xue Rengui fought against Khalid in the Gilgan Mountains, he left Persia first. He thought that the stupid cannibal would definitely
defeat.
As expected, the Great Eaters were defeated, and they were defeated by the Tang people.
After four years in Persia, Anyan Yan had a lot of gray hair on his body. Tian Khan kept his promise with Hou Xing of Lishan County and released the old people with the nine surnames of Zhao Wu, allowing him to come to Chang'an City with great respect.
Since Xu Jingzong was no longer the Minister of Rites, no one was paying attention to Songtsan Gampo anymore.
No one would stop Songtsen Gampo from going anywhere. Many Tibetan children came to Chang'an City and wanted to study at the Sifangguan in Chang'an City.
Now these children are gathering around, noisily saying, "We want to listen to the story of the Tang Dynasty."
Songtsan Gampo said again: "The stories of the Tang people are endless, why don't you listen to the stories of the Tibetan people?"
One child said: "The stories of Tubo are not good to hear, so we must listen to the stories of the Tang people."
"The elders of the clan told stories about Tubo before, but they have long been forgotten."
Songtsan Gampo once again preached to the Tubo children: "I will tell you the story between Tibet and the Tang Dynasty."
"As long as it's a story about people from the Tang Dynasty, we all love to hear it."
Songtsen Gampo thought for a moment and started talking about Lu Dongtsen's mission to Chang'an.
Anyanyan walked into the post house and saw Songtsen Gampo at first sight.
Songtsen Gampo just told a story to the children and responded with a smile.
"Are you the former Tubo Zampu, Songtsen Gampo?" Anyanyan said, then nodded: "It's you."
At this moment, Songtsen Gampo has changed a lot. He is still wearing the clothes of the Tibetan people. He is in his prime when he is over thirty, but there is endless vicissitudes in his eyes.
He first led Tubo for ten years, and those ten years were his most prosperous. Three years of fighting with the Tang Dynasty, and another three years of fighting with Zhang Yang.
In the past six years, we have seen the rise of Tubo, and we have seen that Tubo is about to split again several times. Now the Tubo people are listening to the stories of the Tang people.
Those ten years seemed to be his whole life. Only after he met his son, who is now the young Khan of Tibet, Gongri Gongzan, did he feel that his life was over.
Other people's lives may be fifty, sixty, or seventy years?
And his real life only lasted for ten short years.
Looking at the one on Lishan Mountain again, Songtsen Gampo had some comfort. Now Lishan Mountain has become a fairy mountain, and now Zhang Yang has become an immortal. His life seems to have stopped, and Chang'an City is only his.
Legend has it that there are no more new deeds.
There is a feeling of heroes cherishing each other, and a sense of endless vicissitudes. In the past ten years, too many things have happened in the world.
There are so many stories to tell and memories to tell.
Anyanyan sat down and paid a piece of gold. This piece of gold was brought from Persia. The boy in the posthouse took the gold and smiled happily. This palm-sized gold was enough for Anyanyan to have a room in the posthouse for a lifetime.
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He looked at Songtsen Gampo and whispered: "My surname is An, and my name is Anyanyan. I am an old person with the ninth surname of Zhaowu."
After drinking, he continued: "Being able to say your name so calmly is one of the great joys in life. Our tribe only dreams that people here would recognize us as people from the Central Plains. We used to be a bloodline of the Central Plains."
An Yanyan said again: "Now it's better, we can legitimately say that we are descendants of the nine surnames of Zhaowu, and our ancestors are the Yuezhi people from Zhaowu City in the north of Qilian Mountain."
After that, he took another sip and continued: "The wine of the Tang Dynasty is really delicious!"
"I am Songtsen Gampo, they say I am Zampu of Tibet."
Songtsan Gampo also sat down and whispered: "I have heard of you in the Western Regions before. What did Zhang Yang promise to you in the first place to make you work for the people of the Tang Dynasty like this?"
An Yanyan said with a smile: "Now the nine surnames of Zhaowu are also from the Tang Dynasty. The Western Regions belong to the Tang Dynasty. They should have devoted their blood and sweat for the Tang Dynasty and contributed to the country. There is nothing wrong with working hard. As long as the Tang Dynasty can be strong, what else can I ask for!"
Songtsen Gampo said again: "I heard before that you people want to be independent."
An Yanyan sighed: "I am me, and my predecessors are my predecessors. The ambitions and dreams of my predecessors have nothing to do with me. The descendants of Zhaowu today are also Tang people. There is no difference or distinction."
Songtsen Gampo whispered: "Zhang Yang wants the Tubo people to speak Guanzhong dialect and learn the Guanzhong Rites, so that the Tubo people can also become Tang people."
"People from the Western Regions are already Tang people. You were the hero of Tubo back then, but what about now? Isn't it good to be a Tang person?"
"Are you Zhang Yang's lobbyist?"
"No, I am not Zhang Yang's lobbyist. I am a Tang Dynasty person and I should say what Tang people should say."
Songtsen Gampo was in a sad mood and smiled: "I used to think that Tubo would be powerful again one day, but now I think Zhang Yang will not let Tubo have this day. He wants Tubo's children to grow up listening to the stories of the Tang Dynasty."
, the story of the Tang Dynasty..."
He smiled bitterly and whispered: "The stories of the Tang Dynasty are so touching that the children of Tubo never tire of listening to them."
A man from the Western Region came running quickly, babbling.
It took Songtsan Gampo a while to understand and said with a smile: "It turns out that the royal family of Goguryeo was removed from the list. Tian Khan issued a decree and Goguryeo returned to the four counties of the Han Dynasty."
An Yanyan added: "Goguryeo will also be the territory of the Tang Dynasty in the future."
Songtsan Gampo whispered: "Well, they have been doing this kind of thing, Zhang Yang's methods have never changed."
"Don't you feel lucky that the Ming Tian Khan allowed you to stay in Chang'an City?"
Songtsen Gampo nodded and said: "That's because the old Tibetan people are not dead yet. They still think that they are Tibetan people, and the Khan needs to keep me alive."
"Well, I guess so too."
East of Guanzhong, from the cold Liaodong all the way to the border of Silla, why bother following Jin Chunqiu to Silla for half a year?
In the past six months, has On Ting proclaimed himself the King of Baekje, or has he slept with the Queen of Silla?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! None of this is important. Why just think that Wen Ting is going crazy? He kills people without blinking an eye. When he followed Jin Chunqiu through Baekje, he saw everywhere
Corpses, Baekje people are almost dead.
The people of Silla have been cheering these days. Jin Chunqiu brought books, food and cloth from the Tang Dynasty. This is a great good thing for the people of Silla.
Why bother watching the Queen of Silla kneeling on the ground with her subjects calmly?
After that, Jin Chunqiu pointed out the direction of Chang'an City, and everyone paid homage.
Why bother asking: "Brother Wen, whose child is the child in Queen Silla's belly?"
Wen Ting held a horizontal knife with a stern look on his face, "What are you asking for?"
The Queen of Silla in front of her was still leading her subjects to salute in the direction of the distant Chang'an City. The Queen of Silla shouted her respect to Tian Khan.
Even at this time, Tian Khan said a word, and she was willing to die for Tian Khan.
Why Bi said again: "During this period, you were the only man who went to see the Queen of Silla."
Wen Ting whispered: "Then Jin Chunqiu wants to be the king of Silla. The Queen of Silla can't see Tian Khan, and she doesn't want Jin Chunqiu to become the king of Silla. She wants a Tang Dynasty heir."
Why bother nodded heavily, "So that's the case, but you don't have to worry, Jin Chunqiu will not become the King of Silla."
Wen Ting added: "I didn't know beforehand, it was a miscalculation."
After the Queen of Silla's grand ceremony was over, she hosted a banquet for Wen Ting and He Bi.
The Tang people became nobler people in Silla than the Queen of Silla.
There were even many Silla maids who wanted to enter the rooms of these two Tang people at night, until He Fei cursed a few words in front of his own door.
A group of Silla maids fled in panic, no longer daring to wait in front of the Tang people's door in the freezing cold night.
During this time, they talked about the plan to conquer the Japanese slaves in the east. There were not many mature men in Silla, only 20,000.
The houses in Silla are very short, so why do you hate bending down when entering the house?
The people of Silla are not very tall. They are located on the coast, which means that these people do not have enough meat to supplement their diet, and they mostly eat fish.
Why do you want to vomit whenever you smell fishy smell lately?
Wen Ting had his own troops, eight hundred in total, which were all left over from the conquest of Goguryeo.
However, most of them have returned to Guanzhong, and only 800 of the original 2,000 people remain.
After being fed up with it, Wen Ting asked Jin Chunqiu to write the law.
Jin Chunqiu stroked his slender beard and said: "These Silla people dream of becoming Tang people."
Wen Ting raised his sword and roared: "You Silla people are not well educated."
Jin Chunqiu added: "I, the Silla people, admire the Tang people from the bottom of our hearts."
Wen Ting was still upset about drinking too much that night, and he looked painful, "You Silla people are too poorly educated. If another Silla woman crawls into my yard, I will kill you."
Jin Chunqiu's smile is ugly, especially his flattery. It's almost impossible to look directly at him. Now his smile is even uglier.
"The order General Wen received from the Marquis of Lishan County was not the will of Tian Khan. We, Silla, are willing to become the dogs of the Tang Dynasty, but the laws of Silla should be made by Tian Khan."
Wen Ting pulled out his knife with a straight face.
Jin Chunqiu then took up writing and wrote down a law that Silla women were not allowed to approach Tang people at night.
"Go and fight the Japanese slaves early, and I will return to the Central Plains. This Silla family doesn't want to stay for a moment longer."
Jin Chunqiu added: "I also want to go to Chang'an City. Chang'an City is the most beautiful place in the world."
Having said that, Jin Chunqiu couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the muddy road outside the hospital, feeling a little more disgusted.
The middle of winter has passed and the sea breeze has brought warmth. Why bother to look at the sea every day?
Nowadays, Silla women cannot approach Tang people at night, but every noon, many Silla maids will come to the coast to admire the grace of Tang people.
The warships were ready, and Jin Chunqiu summoned five thousand Silla warriors.
In Wen Ting's opinion, these are all fishermen. He said to Jin Chunqiu: "These people are just a mob."
Jin Chunqiu sighed: "These are all the men in Silla."
"That's all, let's go to sea to conquer the Japanese slaves."
Jin Chunqiu is dressed like a Tang Dynasty armor but not quite like it. The painting of a tiger-like dog is very funny.
Finally, the warships were dispatched, and a battle against the Japanese slaves began.
Why do you think that five thousand people are enough? Even Wen Ting's eight hundred people are enough, and the five thousand Silla people are only enough to build momentum.
It's such a small place, why haven't you taken it seriously yet?
It's just that he has lived in Guanzhong for a long time. He is a native of the Central Plains. Why did he never take a boat for so long, and it was still at sea. The next day, he and Wen Ting both became seasick.
The last few days of the thirteenth year of Zhenguan are exactly the third day before New Year's Eve.
A group of soldiers and horses came towards Chang'an City. They were the first army to return from the western expedition.
There is still one day's journey from Chang'an City, which is the boundary of Longxi.
Li Yifu, Yuan Gongyu and Xu Jingzong, the Minister of Zhongshu Province, were ordered by Tian Khan to come first to express condolences to the army and inform them of what they needed to pay attention to when entering Chang'an City and what they needed.
And ask about the tone of needing a reward.
It was already night when we arrived at the base camp.
Pei Xingjian smiled and saluted: "I have met Mr. Xu and Li Shaoqing,"
Xu Jingzong was already forty-six. He stroked his beard and said, "Pei Duhu has suffered a lot this time."
Li Yifu also raised his hands and saluted, "I used to respect Pei Duhu's reputation, but now I am truly lucky to see him."
Pei Xingjian invited the three of them to drink in the tent.
Today, Pei Xingjian is no longer the jerky person he was back then. At the age of nineteen, his eyes have the perseverance of a soldier in the army.
Xu Jingzong first handed over a letter and explained: "This is the family letter of the Pei family in Hedong. Pei Duhu's life experience was already bleak. The Pei family was very concerned about it. When he learned that Pei Duhu was leaving to return to Guanzhong, he asked people to
I sent a letter home."
Pei Xingjian's family consisted of three father and son. His father and elder brother Pei Xingyan both died tragically at the hands of Wang Shichong.
Now Pei Xingjian is the only one left.
After reading the letter, Pei Xingjian sighed: "They hope that I will get married soon and have already looked for a few girls of the right age."
Knowing that Pei Xingjian was actually a scholar and wanted to be a general, Xu Jingzong said solemnly: "If Pei Duhu doesn't want to get married so early, he can ask the Marquis of Lishan County as his disciple."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Xu Jingzong walked up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.
Pei Xingjian slapped the table and said, "Okay! According to the rules of the Lishan Mountain Gate, you can only get married if you are over 20 years old. You are a great scholar in Lishan County."
"However, Pei Duhu can only become an outer disciple of Lishan Mountain. The County Marquis has specially ordered that he is not allowed to enter Lishan Mountain!"
Pei Xingjian frowned and looked at Xu Jingzong, then nodded with understanding and said with a smile: "With Lishan's reputation... if we get too close to the army, I'm afraid it will arouse His Majesty's suspicion."
"Of course the County Marquis is not afraid of Your Majesty's suspicion, but he is worried that Your Majesty will be suspicious of Pei Duhu." Xu Jingzong said and took out a second letter, "This is the County Marquis' suggestion to Pei Duhu. It is just a suggestion. I hope the Duhu will not accept it."
Think more.”
Pei Xingjian opened the second letter, read it, and asked puzzledly: "Will you be allowed to serve as a civil servant from now on?"
Li Yifu explained: "Pei Duhu doesn't know something. Nowadays, the positions of Duhu in various Duhufu are civilian officials, and there are officers and soldiers stationed there. Although they are fighting abroad, they are still civil servants. The county prince hopes that Pei Duhu will ask for help from His Majesty.
For a civil servant, Chang'an Order is the most suitable."
Pei Xingjian was a little surprised by this result. He thought for a long time and saw freezing rain falling outside the tent again. He was silent as he listened to the rustle of rainwater and ice particles falling on the tent.
Xu Jingzong drank tea and remained motionless, waiting for a reply.