Empress Song sat on a soft couch covered with wooden mats. She wore a red dress with wide sleeves and embroidery. Her hair was tied up with a tasseled golden crown, and her face was as white as snow, as bright as peach and gorgeous.
Diverse.
But at this moment, a young man in a python suit was seen walking quickly into the palace from the eaves. Then, he looked at Empress Song, bowed his hands and said in a clear voice: "I have seen the empress."
Empress Song quickly stretched out her hand to support her and said warmly: "King Wei, please get up quickly."
Jia Heng thanked him, stood up, and sat down on the embroidered pier beside him.
Queen Song joked: "Why are you so free today?"
Jia Heng said softly: "I went to Wuying Hall to discuss matters today, so there are a few more."
Queen Song asked curiously: "The previous dynasty is going to use troops against Tibet recently?"
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup, took a sip of fragrant tea, and said: "King Meng has led his troops to attack Heshuote. I think the battle report will be sent here in another month."
On the other side of the room, Queen Song softly said "Hmm", her face as white as snow as red as drunkenness, and said in a low voice: "That's true, that's true."
Queen Song's emerald-green eyebrows raised, her cold and bright eyes flickered, and she whispered: "Xiaoxiao has given birth to a child."
Jia Heng said: "I gave birth last year, and Xiaoxiao gave birth to a son."
Chen Xiao and Gu Ruoqing had already given birth in the autumn of the second year of Qiande, just after Sister Feng. They had two children, a boy and a girl, just enough for the word "good".
There was a look of reminiscence in Empress Song's eyes, and she said with emotion: "From now on, there will be only one descendant in the lineage of King Zhou."
Jia Heng nodded, turned to look at the fair-skinned Empress Song, and asked, "How have you been doing with your homework these days, Luo'er?"
Empress Song's emerald and curved eyebrows were almost as green as white. There seemed to be soft waves in her soft and clear eyes. She said: "It's very good. The teachers in the study room all praised him."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "After a while, I will teach Luoer how to govern the country."
Under the emerald willow eyebrows, Queen Song's eyes were as bright as water. She was surprised and asked: "Do you want to cultivate him?"
Jia Heng smiled and said: "After all, he is an emperor, and he should act like an emperor. We can't let others say that he doesn't look like a king."
At this moment, Queen Song's eyes were deep, and her heart couldn't help but feel happy after hearing these words.
Although he knew that this man did not really want to give the throne to his son, he still couldn't feel happy in his heart.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently hugged Queen Song's white and tender shoulders, and said softly: "Sweet girl, Luo'er is not suspicious, right?"
Now that the child is older, he may suspect his mother and his brother-in-law...
Queen Song's face as white as snow was clearly as red as drunkenness, and she said in a scolding tone: "I usually don't let Luo'er come to my place, but you can't be too ridiculous. Wait until Luo'er grows up.
, you may hear some gossip."
Jia Heng said "hmm" and said softly: "How are Concubine Duanrong and the Eighth Prince doing lately?"
Queen Song said: "I've been living a lot more peacefully recently, and I haven't done anything much. Didn't Ze'er already have a marriage arranged before, and now the wedding is about to be completed. Don't forget to attend when the time comes."
Jia Heng nodded and asked, "Don't worry, I'll be there."
Now that Chen Ze is older, he begins to cultivate his wings through marriage.
While speaking, he gently put his arm around Queen Song's shoulders, brought her lips close to her plump lips, and slowly inhaled the sweet and fragrant breath.
Jia Heng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered, and asked: "Your Majesty."
Empress Song said "嘤四", under the emerald willow eyebrows, her crystal clear beautiful eyes were soft and soft, as if there was a shimmering light, she closed her trembling eyelashes slightly, feeling the intimacy of the young man in the python suit.
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Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently put his arm around Queen Song's shoulders, and walked towards the inner room.
At this moment, a light yellow curtain hung down from a golden hook. Jia Heng leaned towards the pink and slightly moist lips of the Queen of Song Dynasty, inhaling the sweet and sweet breath.
At this moment, Empress Song seemed to snort softly, her plump and delicate body softened into a ball of mud, and under her emerald willow eyebrows, her beautiful eyes were as moist as water, and seemed to be filled with soft waves.
Jia Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Empress Song. Well, as Sweet Girl gets older, she becomes more moist and smooth to the touch.
Empress Song nestled her green-haired head like a waterfall in the arms of the young man in a python suit, while her face as white as snow was as bright as the clouds.
On the other side of the room, Jia Heng hugged Queen Song's slender shoulders and his eyes were blank.
In this way, the two of them entangled for a while, and then hugged each other closely.
Under the willow brows of Queen Song, her cold and jade-like eyes flashed, and she asked: "After Ping annihilates Tibet, will we take back the Western Regions?"
Jia Heng gently stroked Empress Song's pink and plump face and said, "Your Majesty is smart and can draw inferences from one instance to another."
Empress Song was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "At that time, by taking advantage of the achievements of opening up the territory and expanding the territory, you can successfully achieve Zen status."
Jia Heng's palms felt plump and soft, and his eyes were dazed for a moment, and he said: "It's not as simple as you think."
Queen Song's face, as white as snow, looked surprised and asked, "Do you have to wait any longer?"
Jia Heng said: "At least we have to wait until the railway is laid from Shenjing to Luoyang."
By that time, he will almost be able to ascend to the Zen throne.
Queen Song's beautiful face showed a look of contemplation, and she secretly said that there are still a few years left, and she hopes that when Luo Er grows up, he can change his mind.
After all, tiger poison does not eat its seeds.
Jia Heng looked at the bewildered beauty and asked, "My queen, what are you thinking about right now?"
Queen Song calmed down and said, "I didn't think about anything."
Jia Heng smiled, but did not find out the reason in detail.
It is related to the fate of the nation. No one can helm such a huge empire except a person from later generations like him.
Empress Song was silent for a moment and said: "It's getting late, so get up first so that Luo'er won't have to come back from school to say hello to me."
Jia Heng gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say much else. He got up, put on a pair of black Chaoyun official boots and a black and red satin python robe court dress, and came to the warm pavilion in the hall.
After a while, Jia Heng quickly walked out of the hall, passed through the eaves with high beams, and walked quickly towards the outside.
After thinking about it, Jia Heng decided to go to the harem to see Zhen Qing.
In the palace garden, among the palaces——
Zhen Qing is wearing a red high-waisted dress, with a beautiful bun and a beautiful face. At this moment, her daughter Yinyin, not far away, is sitting behind a guzheng, and her slender fingers like green onions are playing with the strings.
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But I heard a clear and pleasant voice.
Zhen Qing said softly: "Yin Yin, there are some mistakes in your fingering. You can correct some."
Yinyin's face as white as snow turned as red as the clouds, her bright starry eyes were soft and slightly moist, and she said: "I know, mother."
Zhen Qing called out and said: "Yin Yin, you have to play the piano more carefully and don't slack off."
At this moment, a slim and beautiful maid could be seen walking into the hall quickly and said loudly: "Your Majesty, King Wei is here."
Zhen Qing turned to look at Yinyin aside and said, "Your godfather is here."
Yinyin's voice was sweet and soft as she said, "My godfather is here."
After a while, the young man in python suit could be seen coming from the eaves of the corridor, quickly entering the warm pavilion, and looking at Yin Yin who was sitting behind the guzheng and playing the zither.
The little girl is carved from pink and jade, like a section of mutton-fat white jade.
"Godfather~"
Immediately, he saw Yin Yin flying towards Jia Heng like a butterfly, and suddenly she broke into Jia Heng's arms, feeling inexplicably happy.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yin Yin's extremely smooth hair, and whispered: "Yin Yin, come here and let your godfather see if you have grown taller."
Yinyin raised her face as white as snow, and her bright eyes as bright as rainbows were spinning around, and her bright eyes seemed to be moistened with soft waves.
Jia Heng gently took Yinyin's delicate hand, then looked at Zhen Qing, who was smiling broadly, and asked, "Yinyin is learning the piano right now."
Zhen Qing raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes were as bright as water, and she said warmly: "I'll let Yinyin learn piano skills and cultivate her sentiments."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "I've been doing chess, calligraphy and painting since I was a child, which is pretty good."
Zhen Qing looked at the young man in the python suit and asked, "Why are you free to come to the palace?"
Jia Hengxing came closer, stared at Zhen Qing's bright and beautiful face, and said, "I'm not here to see you."
Immediately, Jia Heng hugged his daughter Yin Yin and asked: "Yin'er, where is Jie'er?"
"Jie'er went to school." Zhen Qing said in a low voice under her two spring-like willow eyebrows, her charming and flowing eyes as soft as water.
At this moment, Yinyin blinked her bright and shining eyes and looked at the young man in the python suit and her mother and concubine, feeling somewhat curious in her heart.
Zhen Qing gave an order and said: "Come here, take the princess to the side hall."
At this moment, I saw a graceful and beautiful female official coming into the palace from the outside and was about to hug Yin Yin.
"Godfather, I want to talk to you." But at this moment, Yin Yin's eyebrows were bright, she raised her pink and chubby face, raised her two little arms as white as tender lotus roots, and said softly.
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Let my daughter stay here."
His Yinyin is really cute and smart now, with bright and clear eyebrows.
Because Jia Heng had just finished his infatuated relationship with Empress Song, and he didn't want to cause more trouble with Zhen Qing at the moment.
As Zhen Qing spoke, her beautiful and straight nose twitched. Immediately, her jade face as white as snow suddenly changed, and her soft and slightly beautiful eyes could be seen gently rippling with charming clear waves.
He moved and scolded: "Which vixen did this come from just now?"
Jia Heng took Zhen Qing's delicate hand and said, "It's not like you don't know where he came from."
Zhen Qing was at a loss for words for a moment. Under her emerald eyebrows, her soft and slightly beautiful eyes could be seen shining brightly.
She didn't know what fun that old woman had.
Jia Heng stretched out his hand and gently hugged Zhen Qing's snowy shoulders, turned to look at the face as white as snow, and said: "Qing'er, Jie'er is older, so it's okay to let him go outside to join the feudal family.
Take charge of your own affairs, open up frontiers and become king."
Zhen Qing frowned and said softly: "Where do you want Jie'er to be entrusted? Isn't it some bitter and cold place?"
Jia Heng chuckled lightly and said, "How could that be?"
Under Zhen Qing's emerald willow eyebrows, her cold and shining eyes flickered, and she said softly: "Then where do you plan to let Jie'er go?"
Jia Heng said: "An overseas fiefdom."
Zhen Qing sighed and said: "Overseas, I can't see you more than two or three times a year."
Jia Heng held Zhen Qing's delicate hand and said, "Isn't my daughter still with you?"
Zhen Qing said: "But my daughter will eventually get married in the future."
Jia Heng said "hmm" and said, "In the future, won't you still have me by your side?"
Zhen Qing snorted softly and said angrily: "How can you still remember me after I grow old and lose my beauty? You don't have to rely on your children."
On the other side of the room, while talking, Jia Heng gently put his arm around Zhen Qing's shoulders, looked at her bright face, and said, "Let's go to the inner room to talk."
Zhen Qing, who was on the other side of the room, said "hmm", and with Jia Heng's embrace, she entered the warm pavilion in the back room.
I don't know how long it took, but Jia Heng stared at that face full of love, gently pinched Zhen Qing's smooth chin, and said: "This period of time has really been hard on you."
Zhen Qing was relegated to the cold palace during this period. Apart from him visiting Zhen Qing and Zhen Xue occasionally coming over with her children, there was usually no one to talk to. With Zhen Qing's lively and flashy temperament, it was undoubtedly a torment.
Zhen Qing snorted softly, and under her green eyebrows, her cold and shining eyes were soft and slightly, she said angrily: "You finally said a few human words."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jia Heng smiled softly, patted Zhen Qing's plump and round breasts, leaned into the powdery snow pile, and greedily grabbed the plump balls.
Zhen Qing softly said "hmm" and closed her beautiful eyes slightly, with a look of comfort on her face.
After not seeing each other for such a long time, she missed him a little.
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The years pass by, and the seasons flow by.
In the blink of an eye, it is summer and June in the third year of Qiande. The sun shines on the earth and the heat is getting hotter.
The Han's troops from the capital camp launched a war into Tibet from Qinghai and other places to Heshuote in Tibet. King Ezhe of Mongolia led 70,000 Chahar Mongolian elite troops, and the Han Dynasty sent 20,000 elite troops from the capital camp from Yushu. They marched heavily towards Tibet.
Since Heshuote Khan was defeated by the Han, the soldiers and horses of the Heshuote Department have withdrawn all the way to Tibet, hoarding grain and ammunition in Tibet, shrinking the defense line, and Chahar Mongol soldiers and horses on Qamdo Confrontation.
In this way, the two sides almost faced off for about a year, and finally the Han Dynasty sent out all its troops.
The Tibetan army used improved Hongyi artillery to bombard the city of Qamdo. After that, the soldiers and horses marched all the way to Lhasa and other places, as neatly as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Tibet, Lhasa City——
But I saw the majestic and majestic white palace, reflecting a snow-capped mountain not far away. The sunlight reflected on it, making it holy and white, and beautiful.
Or the dazzling sunlight behind the thick clouds shines down, immediately reflecting a large area of gorgeous and unspeakable sunset, as bright as fire.
And just outside the city of Lhasa, in a milky-white military tent, you can see rows of soldiers holding scimitars around them, constantly on guard.
Heshuote Khan summoned the soldiers and generals of Heshuote Mongolia to discuss important matters, mainly to discuss the troops and horses of the Beijing camp who were about to go to war.
At this moment, Heshuote Khan saw a general wearing a light yellow felt hat and cotton armor coming quickly with a heavy sound of armor leaves. Immediately, he cupped his fists and said: "Khan, Han people Our soldiers and horses have arrived at the gates of Lhasa and are about to attack the city."
On the other side of the room, Heshuote Khan couldn't help being shocked when he heard this and asked, "I didn't expect the Han army's offensive to be so fast and violent?"
Immediately, he saw the middle-aged general wearing a white felt hat running in a panic from outside and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, the Han army's soldiers and horses were under fierce fire. Our army was no match at all and was defeated. "
Heshuote Khan's face was ashen, with a fierce look in his eyes, and he shouted: "Send soldiers and horses to block it, don't let the Han army come over and kill each other!"
At this time, the generals sitting around heard this and responded in unison, and then led their personal guards to the mountain pass to resist the Han army's offensive.
At this moment, Prince Ezhe of Chahar led a large number of Chahar Mongolian troops and Han troops to surround the entire snow mountain. Along several snow mountain crossings, they used red cannons to bombard the cities in the snow mountain.
"Rumble..."
The red cannons and thunderous thunder poured down towards the snow-capped mountains like raindrops, immediately setting off clouds of snow powder all over the snow-capped mountains, with a mighty and deafening sound.
The Heshuote soldiers and horses were unable to avoid them at all. Amidst the rumbling artillery fire, they almost fell into the snowdrift like withered grass, completely unable to fight back.
At this moment, after several years of improvements in firearms, the big man has become much more powerful, whether it is a red cannon or a fire blunderbuss.
Then, a large number of soldiers outside the palace poured into the city of Lhasa like a tide.
Cao Bianjiao, the Marquis of Shanhai, was wearing a maroon-red armor with a mountain character. Under the dazzling and dazzling sunlight, the armor was bright and the tiger's eyes were gleaming under the dark green thick eyebrows.
Among them, Cao Bianjiao held a wild goose feather knife on his waist with one hand, his eyes were cold and seemed to contain a bit of ferocious tiger and wolf light.
Seeing the scene of the earth shaking, Prince Ezhe of Chahar seemed to be greatly shocked. He sighed and said: "This Hongyi cannon is much more powerful than in previous years."
Cao Bianjiao's tone was also filled with joy, and he said: "Your Majesty, this cannon has been improved by the Imperial Academy's Sacrificial Wine and Ordnance Supervisors. Both its range and power will be improved to a higher level!"
King Meng Ezhe looked at the red cannons in the distance that were emitting thick smoke, and a trace of emotion inevitably surged in his mind.
If the Han Dynasty can possess such artifacts, I am afraid that the bowmen on the grassland will no longer be able to use them.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao, the Marquis of Shanhai, showed a look of excitement on his face and said in a deep voice: "King Meng, the city of Lhasa has been destroyed."
At this moment, Mongolian King Ezhe raised his bearded face, looked at the majestic mountains in the distance, and said with emotion: "At this point, the Tibetan land is in my big man's bag."
Cao Bianjiao's face was filled with joy and he said in a deep voice: "Report the victory to the court immediately."
In the third year of Qiande in the Han Dynasty, in midsummer, the sky in Tibet was clear and clear. At a glance, you could see blue sky, white clouds, and auspicious clouds.
Groups of Han troops wearing fiery red armor and black cloaks marched into Lhasa from Qamdo, defeating the Kashote people in one fell swoop, thus ending the centuries-old division of Tibet.
For example, there were not many twists and turns in this battle. The Han army, supported by red cannons and flintlock rifles, regained the entire Tibetan area with great momentum. However, in the battle, Heshuote Khan died in the battle, and most of the soldiers of Heshuote's tribe were defeated.