Song Yu coughed, and he looked at everyone.

Although he was about to lose sight of himself, after all, Zamp was still there, and some people couldn't help but bow down.

Everyone did not feel this way before, after all, Zanpu is just a puppet.

They not only think this way, but also do it.

Unexpectedly, the biggest Tubo power's grand speech was taken down by Zanpu and he had to be buried.

Seeing this, ministers and nobles, including Gala and Laga, dare not underestimate them anymore.

This seems to be in line with the Han people's words. If you don't make a sound, you will have to be astonishing as a sound.

"When Gu was attacked by Dalu's poisonous arrows, where are you ministers and nobles? When Dalu's rebels attacked the city gates, where are you ministers and nobles?" Song Yu's eyes swept towards these ministers and nobles.

He saw Gala, including Gala, and also bowed his head.

He was looking at Laga and others, and no one did not bow his head.

Gala, Laga and others thought about it, and decided to say: "Zamp, we don't want to help you, but the great theories are too powerful, and we really can't afford to offend them."

In fact, their true psychology is that one is a puppet, and the other is a big theory, which has little to do with them anyway.

"Gu knows you want to joke around, and watch Gu and Da Lun kill you to the death. Since that's the case, what's the use of Gu holding you ministers and nobles?" Song Yu kept breathing while talking.

While speaking, he glanced at the ministers, and finally saw that they no longer looked at him, but bowed down again.

In the past, these ministers never took him, Zamp seriously, and thought he was a mascot.

The mascot is just to be placed there to look good, but it has no other use except to look good.

They believed that for the sake of his past, he could make him better.

As for respect, if you don’t have that strength, how can you respect it?

Not only does the grassland pay attention to strength, but also Tubo.

Seeing these ministers and nobles finally bowed their heads again, although Song Yu felt that he had difficulty breathing, he felt that he had been a full day of proud life. There was no need to look at the so-called ministers and nobles who were arrogant.

It would be great if Zhaojiazhuang had come to Tubo early, and I would not have been bullied by these so-called ministers. Song Yu thought so.

Although he thought this way, in fact, from the bottom of his heart, he was still very grateful to the little saint for winning the respect of Tubo ministers and nobles in his last time.

Song Yu felt that his strength was disappearing, but he still forced himself to speak out what he wanted to say.

"There is a reward for merit. This is a natural arrangement. Since Zhaojiazhuang saved Gu and rebelled against Gu for the rebellion, these rewards are taken for granted. Moreover, if there were no Zhaojiazhuang, why should Tubo resist the Hu people? Qingtang City is only 500 miles away from Lanzhou, and the Hu people can attack Qingtang City at any time. Tubo has been divided into four parts for so many years, when will it be unified? Now, in addition to Zhaojiazhuang's help, Tubo unity is always a delusion. Letting the little saint supervise the country is the most important decision of Gu's life." Song Yu used his last strength to finish this sentence, and soon passed away.

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From this point of view, Song Yu still deserves the title of Pu. No matter what, everything he did was for the sake of Tubo.

Hearing Song Yu's last unforgettable words, these Tubo ministers and nobles seemed to be beaten by morning bells and evening drums.

Zamp left, and all the ministers, including Gala and Laga, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Just like before, this time I cried bitterly no longer pretended to behave, but from the bottom of my heart.

Of course, Brother Dalun and his family would not cry for Zamp.

Their lives have entered the countdown, and they are just calculating how many days they cannot live.

While crying, Gala and Laga thought that although Tubo relies on Zhaojiazhuang, it should not be so severely sinicized.

Not only was the official name changed to the official name of the Song Dynasty, but the education and imperial examinations were also needed.

Thinking of this, they were still full of resentment towards the dead Zamp.

It’s just that the dead are the most important, they won’t say it here, they just bury it in their hearts.

While crying, they looked at the crying Xinda Lun Li Yang with jealousy.

Study in Zhaojiazhuang, Xixian County.

Zhao Ping received a detailed letter from the pigeon, but was amused and cried, so he summoned his subordinates to discuss Zanpu's edict.

When Zhang Si saw it, he hurriedly bowed his hand and expressed his congratulations: "Congratulations to the little saint, this is the most luxurious dowry in the world, and he actually uses the entire Tubo as the dowry."

"Although Taizong of the previous dynasty was the emperor of the ages, he cedeed the land as the Mutang Pool of Princess Wencheng." Xixing was not willing to be outdone, "Now, on the other hand, the entire Tubo Zanpu actually acted as a dowry."

"Little saint, although this dowry looks big, it is just a sign of its appearance." Zhang Hong coughed and hurriedly reminded.

Zhao Ping looked at Zhang Hong happily, feeling that there was still a sober person, and said with relief: "Zhang Zhubu is right, Tubo is no longer the Tubo of the previous dynasty. Tubo of the previous dynasty once entered Chang'an. If the weather was not too hot, Tubo would not have retreated at all. At that time, Tubo's strength was similar to that of the Hu people now, otherwise Taizong of the previous dynasty would not have taken the method of marriage."

"Little saint, this Tubo Zanpu was desperate and adopted the method of marriage. What should Zhaojiazhuang do in the future? You must know that there are poor mountains and rivers there, and the Han people cannot occupy it at all. Even the former Tang Dynasty could not send troops to attack it." Wang Wenxiu frowned. He felt that Tubo did not have much significance to Zhaojiazhuang.

Yang Yun thought for a while and expressed his opinion: "Little saint, Xining is two thousand away from Xi County, and it is a bitter and cold place. Without tens of thousands of heavy troops, it is impossible to defend anywhere. The last general believes that it is not worth the effort to occupy any place."

"Little saint, Xining is full of barbarians who transform from foreign countries, as if the Anxi Protectorate of the previous dynasty was difficult to defend and easy to attack, and the risks were extremely high." Cao Ke considered it from a military perspective.

These civil officials are considering their political achievements, military generals are considering their reality, and the oldest Wang Wenxiu is considering their history.

Everyone considers different angles and draws different conclusions.

Zhao Ping did not speak, but pointed to the map behind him and said to everyone: "Did you find out?"

Everyone looked at the map, looked carefully, and shook their heads.

"Little saint, please forgive me for being clumsy and didn't see it." Yang Yun stepped forward and asked with a pious look on his face.

Zhao Ping took a step further and simply pointed at the position in it.

Yang Yun looked over and over again, and looked carefully, as if he understood: "Little saint, the lower official understands that this seems to be the source of the Yellow River."

"What else?" Zhao Ping nodded and continued to ask.

Yang Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but did not expect that it would be the source of the Yellow River and the Great River: "Not only is it the source of the Yellow River, but it is also the source of the Great River (ancient name of the Yangtze River)."

"Please take a closer look." Zhao Ping still didn't let it go. He pointed at the map with one hand and looked at him and asked.

Yang Yun looked carefully and his face was a little unnatural: "It seems that there is a big river that flows through Dali."

"Yes, this river flows through Dali, Bagan, Queen's Kingdom, Angkor, Annan. I call it the Lancang River." Zhao Ping nodded and continued, "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky. In fact, not only the water of the Yellow River comes from here, but also the Dajiang and Lancang River come from here."

"The little saint said it is indeed poetic," Yang Yun bowed and thought for a while, "but it is still the place where the poor mountains and bad waters are."

Short-sighted, Zhao Ping felt sad for the people of this era.

But they are all their loyal subordinates, and they must be convinced.

"Control Dingjunshan to control Hanzhong, and control Hanzhong will win the world. Do you think so?" Zhao Ping glanced at the people present, took a sip of tea, looked at Dingjunshan outside, and asked lightly.

Including Yang Yun, Zhang Si and others, nodded together.

Isn’t it? Did Liu Bang and Qin rise in Han Dynasty all start from Hanzhong?

Zhao Ping shook his head, pointed to the map and said, "It's wrong. The real thing is to control the water source of the Three Rivers, which is to control the world."

Everyone was stunned by Zhao Ping's sudden thoughts, looked at each other, and fell into deep thought.

"There is not only the water source of Sanjiang River, but also the world-famous green salt and the raw materials for making gunpowder, not to mention the raw materials for producing clam fairy oil that can make women beautify." Zhao Ping seduced them step by step.

Sure enough, not only did the civil officials' eyes shine, but even the generals could not help but be moved.

Wang Wenxiu still seemed to have not been persuaded by Zhao Ping: "I have a saying from the little saint that the lower official said, "I don't know whether to speak or not."

"It's okay, I'll call you all to discuss with each other." Zhao Ping waved his hand, nodded, and looked at him and encouraged him while drinking tea.

Wang Wenxiu took a deep breath and couldn't help but say, "Little saint, the plateau is bitter and cold. In the past, the powerful force of the dynasty has never entered the plateau. Is it okay now? I heard that the Hu people did not capture Tubo either."

"Minister Wang made a point, and there were too many benefits to occupying Tubo. Attacking Tubo from other places was from bottom to top, and it was difficult to attack. On the contrary, it was very easy to attack from Tubo. The same was true for Tubo's attack and Nanzhao when it was the same. It can be said that after controlling Tubo, he would be invincible." Zhao Ping did not directly answer Wang Wenxiu's question, but emphasized the benefits of the Tubo Plateau.

Wang Wenxiu was stunned. Instead of Zhao Ping, he not only did not answer his questions, but instead emphasized the benefits of Tubo's terrain.

"Reporting to the little saint, it is extremely difficult to get Tubo, but it is even more difficult to get Tubo." Wang Wenxiu had to put forward this point.

"Indeed, it is very difficult to get Tubo." Zhao Ping nodded and agreed with Wang Wenxiu's view. "There was a reason why the previous dynasty and now did not capture Tubo. They were unable to adapt to the plateau climate for the time being because there were altitude sickness in those particularly high places. In fact, this plateau reaction is not unsolvable."

Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and then Zhao Ping asked, "Little saint, it's not worth the loss to attack Tubo. The officials thought that they would still have to capture Tubo."

"No, no, no." Zhao Ping shook his head, "The benefits of getting Tubo far outweigh the disadvantages."

"Little saint, how can Tubo conquer?" Hearing that Zhao Ping was determined to attack Tubo, Wang Wenxiu felt that he should be Wei Zheng and advised Zhao Ping back.

Zhao Ping still did not answer his question, but asked again: "Have Magistrate Wang heard of Princess Wencheng?"

"Why don't you know? This is a shame from the previous dynasty. If you can't beat Tubo, you will actually marry a woman." Wang Wenxiu replied, feeling a little disdainful, "It is because Tubo is difficult to conquer, so Princess Wencheng's marriage is happening."

"Yes, yes." Zhao Ping agreed with Wang Wenxiu's words, but did not object.

Wang Wenxiu finally breathed a sigh of relief and his face was filled with joy: "Little saint, it is really difficult to capture Tubo. Don't attack Tubo."

"But do you know? Princess Wencheng was able to enter Tubo, but also lived in Tubo for forty years. What does it mean? It means there is no problem with altitude sickness. A weak woman raised in the boudoir can solve altitude sickness. Could it be that these dignified men are not as good as a weak woman?" In order to convince them, Zhao Ping simply took Princess Wencheng as an example.

After saying that, Zhao Ping's bright eyes swept towards them one by one.

When Zhao Ping swept there, everyone there couldn't help but lower their heads.

Who among the people present did not regard themselves as a real man? Zhao Ping brought out the weak woman, Princess Wencheng.

Aren’t you real men? Are you really not as good as the weak woman as Princess Wencheng?

Wang Wenxiu's face couldn't help but blush. He is now a real man with a similar status as a prefect.
To be continued...