The war in the northwest ceased due to the arrival of winter.

At this time, Kang Guo and Shun Jing ushered in a wedding.

The twenty-year-old Kang Wang Li Si will marry the daughter of the clan, and the princess of the Qin vassal will become the princess.

In order to highlight her status, the emperor even specially gave her Princess Dingxing. The dowry even reached 100,000 yuan, and the escorting army expanded to 3,000 people.

The emperor attached so much importance to it, which made the huge Kang state overjoyed.

Although it is surprising that she is not the emperor's biological daughter, she is still the daughter of the previous King of Qin and the daughter of the clan.

The reason why he waited until such an old age to accept the princess was simply that in recent years, Kang State had vigorously opposed the Heshuote Khanate and gained the favor of the court.

King Kang had also known the news a long time ago and had been waiting for the wedding date.

Of course, there are many concubines and so on. After all, Lao Li's family only has a single seedling left, so he has to work hard.

The imperial court naturally had to show grace to such an obedient vassal, and there was nothing more convenient than marriage.

Li Si personally went out of the city thirty miles to greet him, and his attitude was extremely cordial.

Under this situation, the entire Kang country was also excited.

The sky was clear and clear in Shunting City, but Princess Dingxing felt a little short of breath, her face turned pale, she felt dizzy, and she couldn't stand up at all.

After all, the entire Kang State is located at an altitude of three thousand meters above sea level, so altitude sickness is inevitable.

However, the wedding date is set for the twelfth lunar month, and there is still one month left, which is enough time to recover.

Kang Guo was used to it.

The person who served as the messenger this time was the fourth son of the emperor, King Zhu Cunhuan of Liao.

His Royal Highness the King of Liao, who was only sixteen years old, was not yet married, but his vassal state and the emperor had already made arrangements for him.

However, in view of the fact that the King of Qin became a vassal at the age of seventeen and was too young, which led to many foolish moves and immature political methods, the emperor was not in a hurry to make a quick success.

And this time, serving as a messenger was a training for the King of Liao.

Arriving at Shunting City, the King of Liao breathed a sigh of relief. After dealing with the civil servants and generals, he booked a restaurant and started drinking.

Xia Wanchun, the deputy envoy to see the bride off, came in a hurry, sat down opposite, and poured himself a glass of wine:

"Your Majesty is quite elegant."

"Try it, the wine made from highland barley is indeed different from the wine from the Central Plains."

The King of Liao chuckled, then raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The King of Qin was mature, the King of Qi was handsome, the prince was cautious, and the King of Liao left an impression on the court officials of good wine.

I like to drink fine wine, but I have a good capacity for drinking. I have never been in trouble. On the contrary, the more I drink, the more energetic I become.

Thanks to the appearance of the emperor and his concubine (Sun Xuan'er), his appearance is better than that of ordinary people.

Xia Wanchun looked at the King of Liao with quite a bit of admiration.

I thought that he had a grandson of the Chahar Governor's Palace and an uncle who was the commander-in-chief of the Nanyang Navy. He also loved drinking, so he was still a playboy and could not stand up to the public.

Unexpectedly, this trip to see off relatives was arranged in an orderly manner. From unfamiliarity to proficiency, the progress was very fast.

"This trip has made me exhausted."

The King of Liao slurred his wine and sighed: "The arrangements for the team on the road, accommodation, food, accommodation arrangements at the inn, etiquette, delays in rainy and foggy days..."

"All these things make my head feel big, but I can't drink. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, this journey is no less than leading an army of three thousand to march thousands of miles. The king has accomplished such a feat and is worthy of leading an army."

Xia Wanchun admired and praised him.

The King of Liao shook his head: "Don't flatter me. I've lost three to five kilograms in order to be busy with this matter. My mother and concubine may feel very distressed."

"That's all. The key is to get a tan."

Looking at the slightly soy sauce-colored King of Liao, Xia Wanchun suppressed a smile: "This represents health. All the strong men in the army are like this. Your Highness, you will live a long life."

King Liao rolled his eyes at him and stopped drinking. Instead, he turned his gaze to the street, his eyes shining:

"I heard that there are more than 100,000 people in Shunting City. I see that there are many festivals in the city and the lights are dim. I think it is true."

"I heard that there are millions of people in Kang State now, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

"What do you mean?" Xia Wanchun's tone was slightly uncertain.

"Tell me, it would be great if my kingdom were here." King Liao sighed: "My father arranged for my kingdom to be in the northwest, further away than Anxi."

"I'm afraid it's thousands of miles away."

"In my opinion, it's not as good as Kang Guo!"

"How about we happen to have 3,000 people and take over this assault!"

When Xia Wanchun heard King Liao's suggestion, he quickly stopped him: "Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense."

"Do you think that by occupying Shunjing, Kang State can be yours?"

"The people who implement the Jiedushi system are all old generals who are thieves and have tens of thousands of troops. By then, I am afraid that the whole of Sichuan will be caught in the flames of war."

"Taking millet from the fire!" King Liao sighed heavily and continued drinking.

Xia Wanchun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly in his heart. After all, the Liao King was too young and liked to think blindly.

However, it was a reminder that Kang Guo was here and condescending to Sichuan, which would be a hidden danger sooner or later.

We must find a way to eliminate it.

Since they had to wait for a late marriage and were family members at the wedding banquet, the Liao king and his subordinates stayed in Shunjing City, eating, drinking and having fun.

The King of Liao and Xia Wanchun were walking in the city of Shunjing, which was a unique experience.

Shunjing, formerly known as Ganzi, is a small town.

Later, it was captured by Li Zicheng and renamed Shunjing.

Due to the establishment of Kang State, the city also expanded rapidly, and its scope was more than ten times larger.

At the same time, unlike the Central Plains, local materials are used here. Whether it is a city or a house, they are all made of stone.

A veritable stone city.

But its style is purely Han style.

To the south is the Yalong River, with rough waves.

Obviously, this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and being able to gather so many people is considered a skill.

Pedestrians coming and going in the city mostly wear Tibetan clothes with half-sleeved clothes, while those wearing Hanfu robes are mostly from aristocratic backgrounds, and they are cheering in front and behind. There is a huge difference.

Of course, some businessmen from Han Dynasty also gathered here, bringing tea, cloth, and porcelain from Sichuan, and even formed a gathering area, which was very lively.

"Let's go and have a look outside the city."

The King of Liao walked around and took Xia Wanchun out of the city.

Not to mention the tribes from outside, they all have a plateau style, shepherding sheep, growing highland barley, living in houses built of stones, and their skin is dark and red, as if they are red.

When we walked into the village, very few people understood Chinese. Only the village chief could understand and speak a few words.

At this time, a monk came over and seemed to be asking for a meal. He said in pure Chinese:

"I wonder how the donors came here?"

"Monk, you are polite." Xia Wanchun clasped his hands together, his attitude slightly respectful.

His mother believed in Buddhism, so he was naturally affected.

"Now that the Kang Dynasty court is here, why don't they popularize Mandarin?"

"Mandarin? Chinese is difficult to learn." The monk said honestly: "These people, even though they are all farmers, were actually just serfs before."

"The generals of Kang State ransacked the chieftains' homes, took away the temple property, and occupied the most fertile land. The remainder was distributed to serfs and ordinary people, and the court made them pay taxes..."

Hearing this, King Liao and Xia Wanchun looked at each other, feeling quite amused.

It is obvious that although everyone in the Kang state is ugly and still retains the bad habit of confiscation of homes, they have restrained themselves somewhat.

Free the serfs and distribute the land.

Under such circumstances, how could the serfs who had obtained freedom and land not support Kangguo?

Seeing that the monk's clothes were neatly dressed and his cheeks were plump, the King of Liao asked: "Which temple are you from?"

"The Garze Temple in the north of the city was built by King Wen of the previous generation."

The monk continued.

The so-called King Wen refers not to King Wen of Zhou, but to Li Zijing, whose temple name was Taizong, and whose posthumous title was obtained by the court: King Wencheng.

Among the people, he is always called King Wen.

"Are there many temples in your Kang country?"

"I don't know about other places, but in Ganzi, there are dozens of them. Every big noble will build a temple to worship them."
To be continued...