Emperor Taizong's Growth Plan

Chapter 272
Yunguo Imperial Palace, in the Xuanzheng Hall.

Yan Song, who was wearing a sixth-rank official uniform, stepped out suddenly, leaned down on the ground, and said loudly:
"Yan Song, head of the Ministry of Justice, has something to play!"

On the dragon chair, the upper half of the current Emperor Dayun's face is covered by the hanging frame, which makes it impossible to see the specific expression, giving people a feeling of mystery.

Only an indifferent and majestic voice was heard, coming down from above the steps:
"Prelude!"

When Yan Song heard the words, he immediately said in a deep voice:

"The matter that I want to play is for the former Grand Master Wang Xiao!"

"Wang Xiao is a big rebel, and he tried to usurp the throne before. Your majesty is benevolent, and he doesn't want to pursue too much, but this action will greatly endanger the stability of the court in the future! Your majesty, please deal with it severely! Death, but the clan members are still there, only to be exiled, not to frighten Xiaoxiao! One should be descended to the three clans of the barbarians. The daughters of the clan should be sent back to the mother clan!"

As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, several ministers came out and said in a deep voice:

"The minister waits for the second opinion!"

"Your Majesty, please deal with it severely!"

Not long after, many people stood up and asked Xiao Cheng to deal with it severely.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the half-kneeling officials in the hall.

Thinking about it carefully, there is still something wrong...

A moment later, a cold and majestic voice came out of Xiao Cheng's mouth.

"This matter will be discussed later!"

But in one word, Yan Song, who was the first to kneel down and beg for severe punishment, felt a thump in his heart.

Your Majesty is unwilling to damage the name of benevolence, or am I guessing wrong? ——
In the restaurant, the shopkeeper kept greeting the guests with a smile on his face.The waiter in the store was sweating profusely, carrying wine and food, and walked quickly among the crowd.

The full house of guests is mostly people dressed as scholars, pushing cups and changing glasses, and the sound of laughing and chatting can be heard endlessly.

Because the imperial examination is approaching this year, scholars from various countries have already gathered in Zhongqing City.As soon as there are more scholars from various countries, the business of inns, restaurants, teahouses and brothels in the city is quite prosperous, and even drives all businesses in the city to become more prosperous.

In the middle of the restaurant, I saw a middle-aged man in a green robe standing, holding a gavel in his hand, and said eloquently:
"Hundreds of years ago, the land of Tianzhu was also ruled by heroes, and there were endless wars. There were [-] countries occupying each side. Among them was a powerful country called 'Kasi Kingdom', which was more than a thousand miles away. The overlord of one side. This country is rich and prosperous, the capital city is lined with each other, the people are prosperous, the family has a huge wealth, and treasures are full of rare goods. What I want to tell today is the story of the last king of the Kashi Kingdom, King Viliuli..."

The middle-aged man in the green robe was eloquent, telling the story of how the Kashi Kingdom in Tianzhu fell.

An invincible god of war king who was similar to Xiang Yu, when he was about to unify the kingdoms, because of his confidant's betrayal, he ended up committing suicide.

The story is soul-stirring and fascinating, and people can't help but sigh in their hearts.At the beginning, the restaurant guests who didn't pay much attention to Tianzhu's affairs really listened attentively at this moment.

"After the defeat of King Viliuli, the Kingdom of Kashi fell. The descendants of King Viliuli led a group of loyal confidants, and buried the monstrous wealth that King Viliuli had collected throughout his life, as well as the classics of martial arts that King Viliuli traveled across Tianzhu. And will The place where these things were buried was engraved in a precious orb, in order to make a comeback in the future. However, there has been no news of the descendants of Pi Liuli for hundreds of years since then. The huge wealth accumulated in Tianzhu, There has been no news since then..."

After the story was finished, the storyteller clicked his tongue a little bit unfinished, bowed slightly to the guests, and was about to turn around and leave.

Many guests in the restaurant sighed regretfully, as if they felt sorry for the final result of the fall of King Viliuli.

"This is the end? This descendant of King Piliuli has such a large amount of treasure in his hands, so he has no intention of raising troops for revenge?"

In the restaurant, there was a voice of dissatisfaction.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a young scholar who was dressed luxuriously and behaved proudly, showing dissatisfaction, and pointed at the servant beside him with a folding fan in his hand.

The accompanying servant immediately understood, took out a small ingot of gold from his arms, walked forward quickly, and stopped the storyteller who was about to leave.

The young scholar raised his head slightly, his face was arrogant, he shook his head and said:

"I respect heroes the most, and hate heroes with tragic endings the most, so I don't like this story! Storyteller, change the ending to my liking, and I'll give you the gold!"

When the storyteller heard the words, his face suddenly showed a look of bewilderment, as if he had never seen such a person before.

This young scholar's demeanor also attracted the attention of all the guests present. Seeing his attire and demeanor, they all speculated in their hearts that this man might be a spoiled son of a family who came to Zhongqing The city is rushing to take the exam.

The accompanying servant also looked like a servant of a wealthy family, raised his head slightly, and said proudly:

"Hurry up! As long as you make my young master happy, this gold ingot will be your reward. If you speak well, my young master will reward you..."

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands helplessly, and said:

"Young master, what the storyteller told me is certainly a story, but the story of King Viliuli happened for real! Although for the sake of the story, the details have to be repaired with ink and ink, but it is definitely not a random fabrication... "

Hearing this, the young master was even more dissatisfied. He slapped the table and said unhappily:
"No! Although King Piliuli is from Fanbang, his arrogance is quite impressive! How did such a character end up like this? Ah, I know it! Could it be you storytellers? People, in order to earn a sigh from all of you, deliberately changed the ending?"

The guests in the restaurant saw this person's unscrupulous behavior, at this moment, they couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for this storyteller.

To be honest, to actually provoke such a person because of this incident, it is really unlucky!

Mr. Storyteller also looked embarrassed at this time, and couldn't help but spread his hands and said:

"My lord, you are joking! Although there are many embellishments in my storytelling, it is definitely just for the sake of making the story more exciting. Once it is related to such a real person in history, it is impossible to change the ending at will!"

What he said was very reasonable, but the young master still said relentlessly:

"How does my son know that you are not fooling me?"

At this time, the storyteller was quite impatient, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"The story of King Viliuli was collected and sorted out by the storyteller myself, and there is absolutely no way it could be false!"

"I don't believe it unless you show evidence!"

Stopped by this arrogant and unreasonable son, Mr. Storyteller was quite upset, and blurted out:
"How is it fake? In order to sort out the story, I spent a lot of energy waiting for the novelist family, and even tracked down the whereabouts of his descendants. How is it fake?"

Hearing this, Young Master Brother snorted coldly and said:
"In that case, why don't you tell me about it!"

The storyteller heard the words and immediately said:

"Although this King Viliuli has made great military exploits all his life, he has been guilty of conquering all countries. His only son was the heir of the king when he was young. He was displaced in his youth and was determined to restore the country under the spur of his father's old ministry, but he often returned without success. At the age of 50, this man had a great enlightenment. Since then, he has been ordained as a monk, converted to Tianzhu Buddhism, and forgiven his father's sins. It is said that even the orb with the monstrous treasure in his hand was dedicated to Buddhism Tianzhu..."

"This, this, I don't believe it! What evidence do you have?"

"Before, in the market, there was a rumor that a monk from Tianzhu came to our Dayun Kingdom to obtain the scriptures. It is said that the orb is in his hands, and he wants to present it to His Majesty today!"

Brother Young Master's eyes widened immediately when he heard the words, and after a long time, he revealed an expression of indignation and said:
"Is this so? What is it that you are completely enlightened? It is clear that you have no responsibility. You have failed the allegiance of your father's old ministry and subordinates, abandoned the people of the old country, and went to become a monk, chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha all day long? This is really a worthless thing! "

The young master was aggrieved by this, while many people in the restaurant looked at the storyteller with strange expressions.

Then, from nowhere, someone spoke and asked:

"Is this true?"

The storyteller replied without hesitation:
"How do you not know about my reputation as a novelist?"

The novelist's disciples are all over the teahouses and restaurants all over the world, and there are many eyeliners.Although this move is to collect various story materials.But it is inevitable that some anecdotes and anecdotes from the rivers and lakes will be collected.Therefore, in the world, the accuracy of the novelist's information is recognized!

Hearing this, the crowd in the restaurant suddenly fell silent.

After a while, the restaurant guests smiled at each other, pushing and changing glasses again, as if they didn't take this matter to heart.

But at this time, the storyteller and the young master who caused such a story quietly left at this moment.

However, within a few days, the news that the monks from Tianzhu were carrying orbs, in which were buried monstrous wealth and peerless martial arts, and wanted to dedicate them to His Majesty, spread throughout the entire Yun Kingdom, causing many people to feel anxious.
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On the southwestern border of Yun Country, in Yunyuan County.

A young man wearing Yunguo costumes, with deep and handsome features, an obvious Turkic face, and wearing no armor but only a scimitar around his waist for protection, was riding on a war horse at this time, facing Analu cupped his hands and said:

"Monk Analu, let's say goodbye! I only hope that we can meet again in the capital of Dayun Kingdom in the future!"

Hearing this, Analu showed a peaceful smile and nodded slightly to the Turkic young man.

Ziming, a disciple of the Yunguo Buddhist sect, looked at the young man at the side, and said with some reluctance:

"Dub Khan, we've had a good time getting along this way, why don't you go to the capital of my Dayun Kingdom together?"

The rest of the monks also nodded repeatedly, feeling quite reluctant to leave this Dubu Khan.

It's not because this group of monks can't touch women, they have any "jilie" thoughts towards young people.But along this road, for some reason, there are always people spying on them and this group of monks.One by one, it's not easy to deal with!

If it weren't for the hundreds of cavalry under Dubu Khan's side, these monks might not be able to hold on long ago!
Hearing this, the Turkic young man bowed his head slightly and said in shame:
"It's a bit ridiculous to call it Khan after losing the tribe and grassland! In the lower Ashinasheer, you can call it like that!"

This Turkic young man, just as Xiao Cheng expected, was Ashina Sheer who was summoned by Xun Ka [Return to Tang Fan General].

Ashina paused for a moment, then continued:
"I also want to go to Dayun City with you! It's just that I entered the Dayun Kingdom by mistake before, and I didn't hand over the official documents to the Dayun court. I never refused to listen to my explanation, but asked me to fill in the documents of the state and get the approval before I can continue to move forward. If this is the case, how can I continue to walk with you? I will stay in Yunyuan with my subordinates County, waiting for His Majesty's approval, I can only bid farewell to you all!"

It's really not a big deal for more than a hundred cavalry to enter the country!Back then when the Xia Kingdom married, the guard of honor escorting them consisted of thousands of soldiers, so they had entered the country!

It's just that it's unavoidable to enter the country on your own, and it's not in accordance with etiquette. If you don't pursue it, as long as you fill in the whole document, it's already an exception!

Hearing this, these Yunguo Buddhist disciples could only shake their heads slightly, sighed, and bid farewell to Ashina Sheer, escorting Anaru to leave.

Going further to the east, it is under the rule of Tengchong Mansion in Yunguo.Compared with Yunyuan County, Tengchong Mansion is closer to the center of Yunguo, but it is a bit more prosperous and the public security is better.

However, the monks, for the sake of safety, wanted to go with a group of caravans they met on the road. They only hoped that the future journey would not be so frightening.

The leader of the caravan saw a few monks, and his attitude was quite good. He nodded and smiled:
"Actually, we have already arrived in my country of Dayun. Unlike the Western Regions and Tianzhu, there are bad people running rampant. However, for the sake of safety, masters, I also understand that many people have such plans, and we are willing to help. Well, you and those after the caravan, come with us!"

The monks were overjoyed when they heard the words, thanked the leader of the caravan repeatedly, and then brought Analu to the rear of the caravan.

This caravan was powerful, and they had traveled the most dangerous path back from the Western Regions. Along the way, many people and monks had the same idea.At this time, after the caravan, some people have followed.

The monks went through a lot of things, but they were more vigilant, and looked at them secretly for a while.

At this time, behind the caravan, there were three teams in total.

There were seven or eight people in the group, and all of them were warriors with good cultivation. They were the most vigilant and looked around from time to time. When they saw the monk coming, they looked around for a long time.Although they were dressed up, looking at the plateau red on their faces, one could still tell that they were from Tubo.

A team has the largest number of people, about 50 people.It should be from a certain country in the Western Regions, all of them are dressed in bright clothes, surrounded by a young man who looks dignified.

There is another team that looks ordinary, but is actually the most conspicuous.It's only a team of 30 to [-] people, but it marches at a certain speed, implying the method of battle formation.The young man in the lead, with a calm and indifferent expression, seemed quite calculating.

Seeing this, all the monks looked at each other subconsciously, and couldn't help wondering whether they made a wrong decision or not!
(End of this chapter)