Li Jiuzhou took Wannanshan, Old Man Zhang, and more than a dozen people accompanied him on the way to Samarkand.

The winter in Central Asia is slightly more relaxed than in the Western Regions. The road along the mountains along the way is covered with thick snow and is vast and white.

Although the snow has been much smaller, both sides of the war temporarily stopped all activities because of this snow, and God seems to be unwilling to see the killing.

Li Jiuzhou still couldn't stand the coldness. He had not yet recovered from his illness. His lips were chapped and his face was pale. He rubbed his hands from time to time, wrapping his clothes tighter.

Wan Nanshan's face was always very ugly. From time to time, he glanced back at the messengers of black food behind him, suppressing the urge to go up and kill him at any time and kill him to kill him.

Li Jiuzhou looked at the vast snowfield and sighed. In the snow and ice, his mouth seemed to have become ice, and he didn't know how to speak.

Fortunately, Old Man Zhang was rude in a nonsense story, but he was not so lonely on the road.

A group of people rode Wusun horses suitable for short-distance running. These horses had thick bones and thick fur, so they would not be afraid of the cold in winter.

Thanks to the foot strength of the Wusun Horse, after walking for two days, he finally arrived in Samarkand.

Now that the Tang army has temporarily retreated, although the city of Samarkand has relaxed its vigilance, it is also extremely dangerous.

When two countries fight, they will not kill the envoys. This is an international rule.

When I entered the city of Samarkand, I saw that the stone buildings in the city were very roughly built. Looking at the distance, the houses in the city were also strange in shape. The auditorium with only a few domes is a bit magnificent.

Compared with Zhongtu City, it is far inferior to Chang'an.

Wannanshan has been watching the flowers all the way, and he immediately looked down on the big food in black: "What kind of bullshit big food in black? It's so poor. If these buildings are obtained from Middle Earth, they will not be as good as those houses in my family that raise cattle and pigs. I'll lose it.

They still have the courage to fight us.”

Li Jiuzhou was amused by him, "Samarkand is not a place for food and food."

When they were about to arrive at the head coach's tent, there was no one who looked like the head coach. A team of guards took them into a rather light house, closed the door, and guarded them outside.

More than a dozen people were crowded in a small room, but they were really crowded.

"What's the reason? We are here to negotiate, not prisoners." Wan Nanshan shouted twice, and realized that they didn't understand Chinese, so they walked to the young man who understood the big edible language, "Put me."

Just now, I will translate it with the outside world.”

The pawn yelled outside for a few times, and in a moment, the door opened.

A man who looked like an officer led several people to walk away, and the tip of the soldiers behind him was always aiming at the group of people from the Tang Dynasty intentionally or unintentionally.

"Where is this?" Wan Nanshan asked the young master who understood the big food language.

The pawn shook his head.

Old man Zhang said with a gloomy face: "Take us to behead our heads."

Wan Nanshan spat and asked Li Jiuzhou again: "General, do you want to take action?"

Li Jiuzhou glared at him fiercely, "We are here to negotiate, what are we going to do?"

Wan Nanshan came up with a bad idea: "After a while, I cut the enemy general with one knife. We worked inside and outside to break the city of Samarkand."

But things didn't work as he wished.

When they arrived at a very large room, they were all stopped outside, and only Li Jiuzhou was allowed to enter.

"What does this mean?" Wan Nanshan asked again.

No one paid attention to him.

So the few of them stopped making noise and looked at the movements in the house, but the door gently closed was blocked by the view.

"Please sit down." There is a translation in the room who understands Chinese.

A middle-aged officer sat facing him. The typical Arab man had a short beard but was gray, which looked not very similar to his age.

"I am Governor of Khurasan, Abu Muslim." The translator told Li Jiuzhou his words.

There were only three of them in the room. Li Jiuzhou raised his pale and fragile face, and his eyes were burning very strongly, "I'm here to tell you the fortune."

Abu Muslim chuckled gently, wondering if he thought Li Jiuzhou's words were ridiculous or Li Jiuzhou's person was ridiculous.

"You are sick." Abu Muslim gave a gentle explanation to the translator, and the translator went out to give orders. After a while, the soldiers brought medicine and water.

Abu Muslim stretched out his finger and pointed at the medicine, signaling Li Jiuzhou to take it first.

Seeing this strange-shaped and didn't know what medicine it was, Li Jiuzhou frowned, hesitated for a moment, and took it any further.

In my impression, Abu Muslims are also a famous Arab general and should not use despicable means such as poisoning.

Besides, it is a time now, and the demeanor of the season cannot be lost, and they cannot underestimate the children of the Tang Dynasty.

Abu Muslim then spoke again: "I have heard that the people of Dongtu are planning and planning things like gods. You might as well calculate for me, what will happen in the future."

Li Jiuzhou breathed a sigh of relief. The medicine was effective faster and felt a little more comfortable. He slowly said: "Abbas suffered from smallpox. This time, I will ask you to lead a team to Mecca for a pilgrimage."

Abu Muslim Yiqi did not hide the expression on his face, "How do you know?"

Li Jiuzhou smiled mysteriously: "I also know that Abbas's younger brother Mansour will inherit the throne, and you will be renamed the governor of Egypt."

Abu Muslim stood up, raised his hand, copied, bowed, and lowered his hands, and made a simple Islamic ceremony in the direction of the auditorium.

The Abu Muslim, who once killed people, is now like a kind and devout believer. After doing that set of actions, she slowly sat down.

The two people rushed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and began negotiations between the two sides in this quiet house.

"As long as you evade your illness and return it to Henglus, and promise to surrender to the Great Food, I guarantee that all of you can answer the Anxi Protectorate safely." Abu Muslim took the lead in offering the conditions.

The clothes of Zhengchen made Li Jiuzhou look less fierce, but he was not losing his temperament. "As long as you promise not to invade in the future, break off diplomatic relations with Tubo, and cut off the idea of ​​expanding eastward, I can also promise that we will not infringe on the future.

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After Li Jiuzhou traveled through time, he had the idea of ​​letting the Tang Dynasty conquer the world, but the facts made him see clearly, and it was not that easy.

The most important thing is to ensure the peace of the Tang Dynasty border and to focus on preventing the subsequent Anshi Rebellion.

"As long as Tubo ends your retreat in Dabolu, your tens of thousands of troops will be trapped here." Abu Muslim said loudly.

Li Jiuzhou knew that the Tang army was anxious, and the Abu Muslims were also anxious.

King Abbas was sick, so he naturally had to hurry back.

Li Jiuzhou's expression was very calm, "Since there is no way out, tens of thousands of troops will let go, and it is unknown who will win. Besides, whether Tubo can win in Dabolu, who can say it correctly? Then the Tang army in Anxi will take a big move.

Come on, you won’t be much better.”

His words obviously could not intimidate Abu Muslims, and he stood up and said, "If you say so, there is nothing to talk about, so let's see the difference on the battlefield."
Chapter completed!