Yan Song, who was wearing a sixth-grade official uniform, suddenly stepped out, leaned on the ground, and said loudly:
"I have something to report to you, Yan Song, the head of the Criminal Department!"
On the Dragon Throne, the upper half of the face of the current Emperor Dayun is covered by hanging bars, making it impossible to see the specific expression, giving people a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.
Only an indifferent and majestic voice was heard, coming down from the stairs:
"Accurate!"
When Yan Song heard this, he immediately said in a deep voice:
"The thing I want to report is the former Grand Master Wang Xiao!"
"Wang Xiao is treacherous and has attempted to usurp the throne before. Your Majesty is kind and unwilling to pursue too much, but this move will extremely endanger the stability of the court in the future! I am brave, your Majesty, please deal with it severely! Although Wang Xiao is alive
He dies, but his clan members are still there, so he can only be exiled, but it will not deter Xiaoxiao! All his descendants should belong to the three tribes of Yi. All girls in the clan should be returned to their mother clan!"
As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, several more ministers came out and said in a deep voice:
"I second the proposal!"
"Your Majesty, please deal with it sternly!"
Not long after, many people stood up and asked Xiao Cheng to be dealt with harshly.
Xiao Cheng sat on the dragon chair and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the half-kneeling officials in the palace.
Thinking about it carefully, there is still something wrong...
After a moment, a cold and majestic voice came out of Xiao Cheng's mouth.
"This matter will be discussed later!"
However, Yan Song, who was the first to kneel down on the ground and begged for a harsher punishment, felt a thump in his heart.
Is Your Majesty unwilling to harm your reputation for kindness, or have I misjudged the Holy Will?
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In the restaurant, the shopkeeper kept greeting the guests with a smile on his face. The waiter in the restaurant was so busy that he was sweating profusely, carrying drinks and dishes, and walked quickly through the crowd.
The house was full of guests, most of them dressed as scholars, changing cups and cups, laughing and chatting endlessly.
Because the imperial examination is coming this year, scholars from all over the world have gathered in Zhongqing City. With the number of scholars from all over the world, the business of inns, restaurants, teahouses and brothels in the city has become quite prosperous, and it has even led to the prosperity of all industries in the city.
In the middle of the restaurant, I saw a middle-aged man in a green robe standing, holding a gavel in his hand and speaking like a river:
"Hundreds of years ago, the land of Tianzhu was also divided by heroes and wars were endless. There were a total of sixteen countries occupying all sides. Among them was a powerful country named 'Jashi Kingdom', which was more than a thousand miles away.
The overlord of one side. This country is rich and prosperous, with a capital city as small as Yanzhu, a prosperous people, a family with a fortune of tens of thousands, and a treasure trove of rare goods. What I am going to tell you today is the story of the last king of the Jashi Kingdom, King Biluli..."
The middle-aged man in green robes was eloquent and told the story of how the Jashi Kingdom in Tianzhu fell.
A god-of-war king who was similar to Xiang Yu and was invincible in all directions, was about to unify the kingdoms, but because of the rebellion of his confidants, he ended up committing suicide.
The story is soul-stirring, fascinating, and makes people feel sad. At the beginning, the restaurant guests who had not paid much attention to the things in Tianzhu were really fascinated by it.
"After the defeat of King Viruri, the Kingdom of Kashi fell. Queen Viruri led a group of loyal confidants to bury the immense wealth that King Viruri had collected throughout his life, as well as the martial arts classics that King Viruri had spread across India.
The place where these things were buried was carved into an orb, in order to make a comeback in the future. But for hundreds of years since then, there has been no news about Queen Bi Liuli. The huge wealth accumulated in the land of Tianzhu was gathered together in this batch.
There has been no news since..."
After finishing the story, the storyteller clicked his tongue with some unfinished thoughts, slightly bowed his hands to the guests, and turned to leave.
Many guests in the restaurant sighed with regret, seeming to feel sorry for the eventual demise of King Piliuli.
"Is this the end? The descendants of King Piliuli have so much treasure in their hands, so they have no intention of raising an army for revenge?"
A dissatisfied voice sounded in the restaurant.
Everyone looked around and saw a young scholar who was dressed luxuriously and acted proudly. He had a dissatisfied look on his face and pointed a folding fan at the servant beside him.
The 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 unruly, he shook his head and said:
"I respect heroes the most, and hate heroes ending tragically, so I don't like this story! Storyteller, please change the ending to one I like, and I'll give you this gold!"
When the storyteller heard this, a look of confusion suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had never seen such a person before.
The manner of this young scholar also made the guests here look away. Seeing his dress and manner, they all began to speculate that this man was a spoiled young master from some aristocratic family who came to celebrate.
I'm in town to take the exam.
The servant who accompanied him also acted like a servant of a wealthy family. He raised his head slightly and said arrogantly:
"Hurry up! As long as you make my young master happy, this gold ingot will be rewarded to you. If you do well, my young master will not hesitate to reward you..."
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly raised his hands and said:
"Sir, what we storytellers are telling is certainly a story, but what happened to King Bi Liuli actually happened! Although in order to make the story more exciting, the details have to be edited with more words and ink, it is definitely not fabricated...
"
Hearing this, the young man was even more dissatisfied. He slapped the table and said unhappily:
"No! King Pi Liuli, although he is from a foreign country, his arrogance is quite impressive! How did such a character end up like this? Ah, I know it! Could it be you storytellers?
Man, in order to earn your sighs of regret, you deliberately changed this ending?"
When the guests in the restaurant saw this man's generous demeanor, they couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for this storyteller.
To tell you the truth, it is extremely unlucky to offend such a person just because of this incident!
The storyteller also looked embarrassed at this time and couldn't help but spread his hands and said:
"Young master, you are joking! Even though our storytellers have a lot of embellishments, it is definitely just to make the story more exciting. Once it concerns such a real person in history, it is impossible to change the ending at will!"
What he said was very reasonable, but this young man still said unhesitatingly:
"How do I know that you are not fooling me?"
At this time, the storyteller was also quite impatient. He frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
"This story about King Piliuli was compiled by storytellers like us who personally collected and compiled stories from Tianzhu. There is absolutely no way it is false!"
"I don't believe you, unless you provide evidence!"
Being stopped by this arrogant and unreasonable young man, the storyteller was quite upset and blurted out:
"How can it be false? In order to sort out the story, my family members and I spent a lot of energy and even tracked down the whereabouts of his descendants. How can it be false?"
When the young master heard this, he snorted coldly and said:
"In that case, you might as well talk about it!"
When the storyteller heard this, he immediately said:
"Although King Biliuri made great achievements in battle throughout his life, he committed crimes by conquering all countries. His only son was crowned as the king's heir when he was young. He was homeless in his youth. Under the encouragement of his father's old subordinates, he was determined to restore the country, but he always returned without success. Here we are.
At the age of fifty, this man attained great enlightenment and became a monk and converted to Buddhism in Tianzhu to forgive his father's sins. It is said that even the orb containing a huge treasure in his hand was dedicated to Buddhism in Tianzhu..."
"This, this, I don't believe it! Do you have any evidence?"
"Previously, there was a rumor in the market that a monk from Tianzhu came to our country of Dayun to obtain the true scripture. It is said that the orb is in his hand and he wants to present it to His Majesty!"
When the young master heard this, his eyes widened immediately. After a long time, his face showed an indignant expression and he said:
"Is this so? What is the meaning of great enlightenment? It's clear that he has no responsibility. He has betrayed his father's old tribe and the loyalty of his subordinates, abandoned the people of his homeland and became a monk, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha all day long? This is really a person who cannot be helped!
"
This young man was very angry about this, but at this time, many people in the restaurant looked at the storyteller with strange expressions.
Then I heard someone from somewhere asking:
"Is this true?"
The storyteller replied without hesitation:
"How come you don't know about my family's reputation?"
The disciples of the family are all over the world in teahouses and restaurants, and they have many spies. Although this is done to collect various story materials, it is inevitable that some strange things in the world will be collected. Therefore, in the world, the intelligence of the family is accurate.
But it is recognized!
Hearing this, the crowd in the restaurant suddenly became silent.
After a while, the guests in the restaurant smiled at each other and exchanged glasses again, seemingly not taking this matter to heart.
But at this moment, the storyteller and the young master who caused such a story quietly left.
However, within a few days, the news that Tianzhu monks were carrying orbs, which contained huge wealth and peerless martial arts, and wanted to dedicate them to His Majesty, spread throughout the Yun Kingdom, causing many people to feel anxious.
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On the southwest border of Yun Kingdom, in Yunyuan County.
A young man wearing Yunguo costumes, with deep and handsome features, and an obvious Turkic face, without armor, and only wearing a scimitar at his waist for protection, was riding on a war horse, facing
Analu cupped his hands and said:
"Master Analudu, farewell! I only hope that we can meet again in the capital of Dayun Kingdom in the future!"
Hearing this, Analu smiled peacefully and nodded slightly to the young Turkic man.
Zi Ming, a Buddhist disciple from Yun State on the side, looked at the young man and said with some reluctance:
"Dubu Khan, we have been getting along quite happily along the way. Why don't we go to the capital of my country, Dayun, together?"
The other monks also nodded repeatedly, feeling quite reluctant to leave the Dubu Khan.
It’s not that this group of monks can’t have sex with women, so they have some “Kilead” thoughts towards young people. It’s that along the way, for some reason, there are always people who take a look at these monks. One by one, they even
Not easy to deal with!
If it weren't for the hundreds of cavalrymen under the command of Dubu Khan, these monks would probably not be able to hold on long ago!
When the young Turk heard this, he lowered his head slightly and said in shame:
"It's really a bit funny to call me Khan after losing my tribe and pasture! In Ashinashe, you can just call me like this!"
This young Turkic man, just as Xiao Cheng expected, was Ashina Sheer summoned by Xunka [General Returning to the Tang Dynasty].
Ashina She paused and then said:
"I also want to go to Dayun Capital City with you all! It's just that we entered the Dayun Kingdom by mistake before and did not submit the credentials to the Dayun court. This is really a violation of the territory. The Yunyuan County officials are reasonable and will not do anything after knowing it.
They did not refuse to listen to our explanation, but asked me to fill in the credentials and documents, and only after receiving the approval can I continue to move forward. In this case, how can I continue to accompany you? My subordinates and I will stay in Yunyuan.
County, I am waiting for His Majesty’s approval, so I can only say goodbye to you all!”
Just a hundred cavalry entering the country was really not a big deal! When the Xia Kingdom got married, the escorting honor guard had only thousands of soldiers, so it wasn't even entry!
It's just that it's unethical to enter the country on your own, so there's no investigation. As long as you complete the documents and credentials, you're already being liberal!
Hearing this, these Buddhist disciples of Yun Kingdom, no matter how unwilling they were, could only shake their heads slightly, sigh, bid farewell to Ashina Sheer, and escorted Analu to leave.
Going further east, we are under the rule of Tengchong Prefecture of Yun State. Compared with Yunyuan County, Tengchong Prefecture is closer to the center of Yun State, is a bit more prosperous, and the public security is better.
However, for the sake of safety, a group of monks wanted to travel together with a group of caravans they met on the road. They just hoped that the subsequent journey would not be so scary.
When the leader of the caravan saw several monks, his attitude was quite good, he nodded and said with a smile:
"Actually, we have arrived in the territory of E Dayun. Unlike the Western Region and the land of Tianzhu, there are evil 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.
Let’s do this, you and the people behind the caravan, come with us!”
When the monks heard this, they were overjoyed. They thanked the leader of the caravan repeatedly, and then took Analu to the rear of the caravan.
This caravan is very powerful. It has taken the most dangerous road back from the Western Regions. Along the way, there must have been many people and monks who had the same idea. At this time, some people were already following the caravan.
After many things happened, the monks became more vigilant and looked at it secretly for a while.
At this time, there were three groups of people behind the caravan.
There were seven or eight people in the group, all of them were warriors with good cultivation. They were the most vigilant and often looked around. When they saw the monk coming, they looked at them for a long time. Although they were dressed up, the look on their faces
The plateau red color can still be seen as coming from Tubo people.
One team had the largest number of people, about fifty people. They should have come from a country in the Western Regions. They were all dressed in bright robes and were surrounded by a young man who looked distinguished.
There is another team that looks ordinary, but is actually the most conspicuous. It is only a team of twenty or thirty people, but it marches in a measured manner, implying the method of fighting. The young man at the head has a calm face and an indifferent expression, and seems to be quite calculating.
Seeing this, all the monks glanced at each other subconsciously, wondering if they and others had made a wrong decision!