The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 198: Bo Hezhong (I)

I accidentally entered the Sanqing Temple and peeked at my sister-in-law bathing. I didn't do that. The saints are not that wretched. They are all rumors. I had a long conversation with Wu Zhaoyi, Cui Yuzhang, Cui Xuansu, Princess Jialan, Ashina Laimei, Lun Qinxun, Qilina, Murong Yin, and Ling Xian all night long. I did.

Last night's theme was "The Five Barbarians Invading China".

Qilina was presented by General Gadbei of the Left Guard, who was his relative. The Qili clan was also one of the high castes of Tubo. After the serf uprising, one of their branches fled to Jincheng. They had a good personal relationship with the Ga family of Weizhou and had intermarried for two generations. When Jincheng was sweeping away the invaders, the leader Qili Que also responded to Ming Luo's call and fought a battle with the imperial court. After the defeat, he fled to Yangfei Valley in Liangzhou.

Later, he heard that the "Tubo traitor" Gadepai had become a dragon in Chang'an, and it was not easy to live under someone else's roof, so Qiliqu sent someone to contact Gadepai and asked him to find a way to put his niece Qilina on the dragon bed. This was the one with the most hair and the most flavor, which would definitely satisfy the emperor. He also asked Gadepai to tell him that he had "a thousand victorious soldiers", implying that he wanted to enter the court.

The sage didn't care whether they joined the court or not. In fact, he looked down on the Tibetan soldiers. They were fine for robbing behind enemy lines, scaring the common people, and harassing the logistics, but if they really had to fight with the mainland thieves, they would be lucky if they didn't flee in a hurry. If it wasn't for buying horse bones, the cost of mainland soldiers was too high, and he would not accept them from the Ga and Lun tribes.

But the taste of the flower girl Qilina is really worthy of praise.

Her steady and serious character, her silent tears and her reaction of surrendering, her misty eyes filled with fear of a foreign country and an unknown fate, are not found in any other concubine.

Lun Qinxun was from the family of General Zuowei Lun Jiqiong and was the elder sister of Lun Jiqiong's cousin Lun Hongyi.

Perhaps because their ancestors were truly glorious and had stood at the top of the pyramid overlooking the world, the men and women of the Lun family were very wise and lived soberly, not stupid. They saw through the Tubo system and were disgusted with it. They had a strong desire to integrate and were also doing the same. Not to mention the Guo Dynasty, there was also a Lun family member who went to Kaifeng to take the imperial examination in the Northern Song Dynasty and won the title of Jinshi in one attempt. There were both censors and county magistrates.

Judging from the fact that Lun Jiqiong, Lun Hongyi and Lun Bushu now always refer to "our Great Tang" and are very active in inviting scholars to teach their children Chinese studies, in another generation, the Tibetan Lun tribe should be wiped out, and replaced by one more Chinese surname.

In terms of seeking the emperor, the saint was quite attractive. She was dignified and rigorous. She was familiar with all the Tibetan affairs, and also understood the internal and external alchemy. She had a vague pursuit of cultivating immortality. She also understood the customs of the people in Central Asia such as the Arabs, Qin, and Sogdia. She was also a master of painting and Go. Once, he and the Privy Councilor sat in the corridor to watch the sunset, and she quietly painted the emperor's face - "Watching the Sun with the Lady of Tianshui County".

She has been crowned a beauty. Because there were so many people, I only had a quick experience of it a few times, but the armpits and the smell were a bit overwhelming. It was the first time I was made dizzy by a woman. I guess it was an imbalance of my internal organs, so I sent a Chinese doctor, Gao Mingyue, to take care of it.

Murong Yin is a newly selected talent, the cousin of Tuqi coach Murong Cong. Ling Xian is a newly discovered treasure, and A Fu's good sister. In Tang Dynasty, the word "Xian" was used too frequently, which is a bit like Ting, Xiao, Xuan, Hao, Zi, Qing, Tong, and Han in later generations.

Cui Yuzhang.

Mr. Cui really didn't lie. His granddaughter was indeed unruly and violent. The fierce woman rolled around - it must be because the scene was too chaotic. This was different from the education she received since childhood, and it overturned her three views. But to be honest, afterward, Cui Yuzhang sat in the corner with a quilt in his arms and looked at her with a murderous look, which was quite a sense of accomplishment. How could the obedient concubine have the pleasure of killing people who refused to surrender?
Choi Hyun…

"Don't think about it. Didn't you say yesterday... that the subjects all say that the emperor is as trustworthy as a promise and must keep his word?" Luo Fu sighed as he helped him comb his hair and put on his clothes and armor.

"I know I was wrong." Luo Fu is a very traditional woman. Li knows her bottom line and never dares to let her participate in group sex. He also never mentions any tentative remarks or dirty talk. "I spend every day with you guys. I see you guys everywhere. Even Buddha can't be pure and free from lust. But as a king, there are foxes on both sides, temptations everywhere, and Afu has to sound the alarm from time to time."

Luo Fu avoided answering and folded a pure black coat embroidered with pear blossoms and put it in the box: "I made a coat for you. The weather is getting colder. I steamed a pile of mutton patties, sprinkled pepper on them, and put two pounds of honey and peach preserves in this round box. After you finish eating, you can have the military meals."

As she grew older and had children, she was no longer the concubine who used to be alone and never made up. She would wear a dark blue plain dress and sit away from everyone in a daze. At that time, she was aloof and unsociable, but now she is much better and gets along well with the saint.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Fu is already thirty years old.

"Jingfu is the new one, Qianning is the good one, and everyone will be loyal to us because of our military achievements." Luo Fu raised his hand.

"Why are you being so formal? This isn't a court session. Let's start over and call that..." The saint shook her hand and said, "In fact, every time I went to war, I wasn't sure I'd come back alive. If I died in the chaos of the army or something, I'd be separated from you forever. Whenever I think of this, my heart aches and I can't move an inch."

Okay, shut up!

Luo Fu felt like there was something stuck in her throat. She calmed down and softened her heart. She lowered her head, her face flushed to the roots of her neck, and said in a low voice: "I will send my brother off. Sister... Sister will wait for you to come back."

"Good sister!" The saint laughed, held Luo Fu and kissed her deeply, then turned away contentedly.

On the imperial road of Penglai Palace, Shu and Xian brought their families to see them off. It was always the same scene. But in this evil world, long separations were the mainstream. The soldiers were like this, the princes and generals were like this, and I was no exception. There was nothing to be sad about.

"Take care." Concubine Shu's eyes were filled with tears. She really loved to cry.

"Madam too." The saint nodded and looked at Zhu Xiewusi, Yuwen Rou, Zhao Ruxin and others.

The virtuous concubine still had an expression that said, "You do the job and I'm confident in it."

Rounu was reluctant to leave.

The Privy Councilor had just given birth to her second child and was in a state of mental instability. Her eyes were red and she didn't even look at herself.

Wei Yi was very disappointed that he didn't take her with him last night. It's not like she couldn't accept competing on the same stage.

Yang Kezhen and Yang Keyi showed signs of becoming a charming young woman.

When Zhao Ruozhao was sleeping soundly, he would always put his legs on his own legs and hold his head tightly against his chest like a pillow, which was very torturous.

Zhang Lian...will be played to death by a woman sooner or later!
The saint led his mount a few steps, stopped and looked back, grabbed the silver saddle, climbed onto the horse, and rode away.

Passing by Xuanwu Gate.

Meng Cairen and Zheng Zhaoyi, who were strolling in the garden, saw the emperor, holding a horse lance, rushing into the dark corridor under the spotlight.

Boom boom boom boom...

A large group of followers followed closely behind.

The palace guards and soldiers stood on both sides of the Xuanwu Gate, holding their lacquer sticks and long spears high, and followed the team's rapid movement with their eyes. After the last person entered, the palace gate slowly closed.

The saint turned his head and took one last look through the closing gap.

Amidst the flowers, the bright smile on tiptoe gradually blurred under the reflection of a teardrop mole.

The seventh brother, unlike his elder brother, was quite manly when he was serious. Meng Cairen covered her forehead with her hands to block the direct sunlight, squinted her eyes, and followed the back with her eyes until the heavy Xuanwu door slammed shut. She put down her toes, pulled Zheng Zhaoyi together, clasped her hands together devoutly, closed her eyes and prayed: "Mind and spirit, let me understand the truth, think about the spirit and refine the liquid, and the Tao will last forever... Flowing hope is endless, bring me glory, cast up Zhu Jing, unblock my stagnation and open my heart, and stay in Feixia. Everything in the world will go smoothly. The plague will retreat, and the empire will prosper forever... As the law. Yuanshi Tianzun. Yuchen Daojun. Ziwei North Pole. Nanji Changsheng. Gou Chen Shanggong. Youdu..."

You must win. The "Map of the Land and State" tattooed for you as a gift for the New Year is almost finished.

"Let's set off!" From outside Chongxuan Gate to Bashang, and then to Hongmen and the south bank of Dongwei Bridge, the roadside was filled with the families of soldiers and civilians.

The chaotic sounds of footsteps and horse neighs gradually spread from the northern suburbs of the capital. Soldiers wearing red, blue, white, black, brown, gray, and green clothes and carrying long spears appeared in everyone's eyes.

First row, second row, third row...

The imperial guards, the cavalry, the Sibaoxingdu, the Shenxingdu, the Fengyundu...

The capital of the infantry, the capital of the country, the capital of the overlord...

Long live army. Holy Guard Army. Tiance Central Army. Pingyi, Jinjian, Wulu four envoys...

Counting the 10,000 people dispatched by Tuoba Sigong, the Hezhong Jiedushi, and the nine schools, there are already more than 100,000 infantry and cavalry. This is the largest military operation led by the court since Qianfu. The colorful and mixed Hu people inevitably give people the appearance of a mob, but compared with the 100,000 troops that fought against Li Keyong, it is no longer the same. At least among the hundreds of thousands of people this time, there are still tens of thousands of warriors who can take on tough tasks. Of course, it has to be under the leadership of Li, just like the two times of defending Tongguan and Shouyang Mountain.

Men, women, old and young, danced and ran on both sides of the road to catch up with the team, looking for their own people in the crowd.

"You bastard! You slept with me three times and you still haven't paid me!"

"Sixth Brother, don't be afraid of death. You have many brothers. It's more important to earn more rewards to support your family."

"Hun Han, you forgot to bring your winter clothes. Hey! Wei Run! Um, who knows how to stop the army? Um, there is something I forgot to take."

"Son, mother put a bag of salted meat in your bag."

"Brother, don't send me off. My parents are not in good health. Please take good care of them. If anything happens, let me skin you alive."

"Sister-in-law, I left you four rolls of silk in the chicken coop. You can make some new clothes for your brother and niece. Double Ninth Festival is coming soon."

"Don't worry. Even if someone dies outside, a good saint will send the body back home. He doesn't lie. I have seen him and his men collect corpses several times."

"Following a man like me has made you and your son suffer. Go back, go back. If you keep watching me, I will cry. Alas."

"Saint, Saint, can you recruit me into the army? I work at the post station. I can ride horses, raise horses, do accounting, read, and shoot arrows! I can help you transport food."

……

The emperor's banners that covered the sky and the sun swayed over, and tall horses crossed the Dongwei Bridge. The chaotic shouts drowned out the tugging of clothes and stamping of feet. The huge crowds of soldiers and civilians clapped their hands and stamped their feet and cheered: "Long live the emperor!"

"The Spirit of Wei Tian, a saint is born!"

"I wonder what women in the Central Plains look like? I heard they all wear silk gauze, have no smell, and exude fragrance all over their bodies. They are so delicate that they can be crushed to death by a heavy hand. Compared with the stinky women in Ganzhou, they are like fairies and bodhisattvas. After we defeat the Zhu thieves, will the Khan ask my uncle to find us wives?"

Today is July 27, the first year of Emperor Tang Qianning. Zhao Fu, who set out earlier, and Zhu Yourang, the general of Bian, exchanged fire in Xia County. The army of the emperor's queen, who had already drunk the Maluo River, rushed to Hezhong Prefecture from Fenglingdu and Puguan. In Xizhou, Xia generals Li Yichang, Gaozongyi, and Yelichan hung up the banner of the Northern Recruiting Envoy. The arrow has been drawn, and it depends on how Zhang Cunjing will defend it.

(End of this chapter)