The Human Emperor Chapter 1190: Dalun Qinling ！
Chapter 180th
"General, we know that our requirements are abrupt, language communication requires a lot of time, energy and money, and we also need to use the resources of General, but in terms of money, we can fully afford it."
At this time, Bakrham also spoke.
Great Tang In order to help Khorasan People and the insurgents fight against Caliphate, already died a lot of people, and then at this time, the request appeared to be somewhat unfriendly and excessive. But Bakrham can't help but say.
"Ha Ha Ha, Bakrham Great General, you misunderstood!"
Wang Chong finally got up from his seat, turned his head, and looked at Gao Xianzhi aside:
"Sir Protectorate, are you still worried about language now?"
Gao Xianzhi didn't speak, but just looked at the Bakrham and others who were confused and looked complex.
Wang Chong laughed without saying a word. In this coalition relationship, Khorasan People and the insurgents rely more on Great Tang than Great Tang on Khorasan People and the uprising. When Gao Xianzhi is still concerned about the language barrier and the alliance cannot communicate, Khorasan People and the insurgents are far away More compassionate than Great Tang.
"Bakrham Great General, and everyone Commander , please rest assured. I can answer this matter now, no problem, and soon, we will use all kinds of energy to do our best Speed put tang language school in Khorasan and various Place is established. "
Wang Chong smiled.
"Ah!"
Everyone thought that this matter was already, and they were overjoyed at the news:
"Great!"
"Thank you General, thank you General!"
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Everyone is excited. The education of Chinese, or tang language, was much faster and smoother than expected by Wang Chong. After seeing the power of Great Tang, the insurgents were simply eager and eager. Wang Chong called Yuan Shurong directly, let Yuan Shurong and Gao Xianzhi decide the specific matters together.
Out of the room, outside, the snowstorm already in the sky completely stopped. Looking at the sky that is gradually clearing, Wang Chong's minds are rising and falling. Somehow, Wang Chong suddenly remembered Xu Qiqin far away from Qixi.
"I don't know what happened to Qiqin?"
Wang Chong in the heart secretly thought.
This time discussing the government affairs of Khorasan, Wang Chong actually wrote to Feng Changqing, the major Aristocratic Family, and Xu Qiqin, but I don't know why, only Xu Qiqin side, although the materials have not been broken, but they have not responded. This situation has never happened before, which makes Wang Chong a little worried.
"I hope Qiqin is all right."
Wang Chong thought about it and quickly entered the study. Wow, a moment later, a carrier pigeon soared into the sky, and soon disappeared in the northeast direction.
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Distant Qixi, full of falling snow, is located in a house near the northwest, Hanmei is blooming, and a little fragrance is permeated in the void. After Hanmei, a slightly sick and pale woman in white was leaning against the open window and sniffing Hanmei.
"Young Lady, please close the window. Cold air, your body is still weak, so let's rest quickly."
The voice of a maidservant came from behind, there was more concern in the voice, and more worries.
"It doesn't matter."
Xu Qiqin puts a lot of thin fingers:
"I can stand it. I can hardly breathe. Let me see it for a while."
"Girl, don't advise. Your Young Lady has been closed in the room for so long, and she is rarely better, and is willing to open the window to breathe. Just follow her. Up to half a cup of tea, we close That's it. "
Behind me was the voice of a middle-aged woman with a warmth in her voice:
"Come, Miss Xu, I cooked a bowl of **** soup and drank it while it was hot, it was not so cold."
As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged woman wearing a plain, jingjing sarong and looking very virtuous, walked to the window with a bowl of **** soup and handed it to Xu Qiqin.
"Mrs. Feng, thank you."
Xu Qiqin turned around and took the **** soup, grateful.
Mrs. Feng is naturally Anxi's Jewel of the Empire, Feng Changqing Doctor Feng. Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi are fighting on the front line. All rear matters, including logistics, are all agreed upon by Xu Qiqin and Feng Changqing. Xu Qiqin is seriously ill, it can hide from others, but can not hide the delicate Feng Changqing.
After learning that Xu Qiqin was seriously ill, Feng Changqing quickly sent his wife to bring Qixi Protectorate General with several famous doctors from Western China to take care of Xu Qiqin. Thanks to the means of famous doctors, coupled with Mrs. Feng's thoughtfulness and care, Xu Qiqin was carried down.
Although it is not completely Recovery, the whole person is much better already.
Looking at Xu Qiqin after drinking the **** soup in his hand, Mrs. Feng's face finally relieved a lot. But I thought of something, and said:
"Miss Xu, in fact, why do you? You haven't let Young Marquis know about your illness. In fact, as long as you tell him, I believe he will soon arrive at Qixi."
"This is what I don't want."
Xu Qiqin shook his head and stared out at the red plum branches outside the window:
"There are so many things in my daughter's family, and they can't be more important than the family affairs. Wang Chong and Sir Gao are fighting on the front line. I don't want to distract him because of my affairs."
"But at least he should reply to a letter?"
Mrs. Feng said again, looking at the letter held by Xu Qiqin in her hand. That was sent by Wang Chong not long ago from Khorasan. She can feel that Xu Qiqin likes Wang Chong, but for some reason she has been forbearing, not even writing letters.
Xu Qiqin shook his head:
"Wang Chong recognizes my handwriting. If he writes back, he will soon be able to discern what happened to me from the handwriting. At that time, everything was done."
Mrs. Feng froze and couldn't speak anymore. She only knew that Xu Qi was unwilling to answer the letter, but did not expect that there was another layer.
"Oh!"
Looking at Xu Qiqin pale and clinging, Mrs. Feng had to sigh with a long heart.
The three were silent and silent in the room.
Wow, just as Xu Qiqin looked out of the window silently, suddenly a sound of breaking feathers came from a distance. Xu Qiqin looked up, and saw a white carrier pigeon cut through the heavy sky, and soon fell from the sky in the northwest and landed in front of the window lattice.
Aside, Mrs. Feng and the maidservant Xiaozhu also came over and saw the gold foil stamp on the right leg of the pigeon.
It's Young Marquis's letter!
The two recognized them at a glance. Having been with Xu Qiqin for so long, the two have been very familiar with the carrier pigeon that passed on Wang Chong.
The Xu Qiqin apparently recognized it in front of the window, and gently lifted the carrier pigeon, with a flush on his face.
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Distant U-Tsang Plateau, covered with white snow. When from Khorasan to Samarkand, then Anxi, Qixi to Longxi, when the whole Central Plains land was boiling and immersed in the joy of the victory of the war, at this time U-Tsang was immersed in grief and heavy.
The snow hasn't completely stopped, a ray of flutter, like a broken string of beads, fluttering between heaven and earth.
And in the snow and wind, the most noble Imperial Minister of U-Tsang Empire, Dalun Qinling is wrapped in Xue Qi, full of sadness. Beside him, countless Royal Capital guards holding halberds and holding guns, followed closely, and even the entire Plateau was supreme, and His Majesty Tibet King, who rarely left the palace, stood beside him.
For the entire U-Tsang Empire, this is bound to be an extremely important day, not because of the extreme cold and blizzard that has frozen and killed countless cattle and sheep just now, but because at this moment, lying on the brown floor on the cold ground Few people.
Daqin Ruozan, Huoshu Guicang, Dusong Mangbuzhi, the entire Empire has just suffered an unprecedented and worst loss, and once lost the most important one phase two generals, three important characters, their bodies, and finally arrived at this time. Royal Capital for U-Tsang.
"If yes, why is this so?"
Dalun Qinling walked slowly, kneeling beside Daqin Ruozan, full of grief:
"You transferred Mu Chi Great Cavalry privately, seconded military force(s) of Yajuelong Royal Faction, contacted Dusong Mangbuzhi ..., do you really think I know nothing? Without my approval, do you really think you can take these military force(s)? ? Why are you so stupid? How could I and Tibet King blame you? "
Looking at the pale, eyes closed, already has no trace of blood on his face, and Dalun Qinling's heart is shaking. Dominate the dozens of Empire, command Great Army at the age of Twelve, and fight with Great Tang. It is said that Dalun Qinling's heart has never wavered, but at this moment, Dalun Qinling's heart is filled with waves, and there is no peace in the past. .
"Imperial Minister, you must avenge them for Great Minister and General!"
At this moment, a voice came from my ear. Hobasani both eyes is red, gritted his teeth, and walked all the way to the side of Dalun Qinling, his expression was extremely sad and indignant:
"Great Minister and General they died terribly. In any case, we must make Tang People pay the price."
"Pop!"
Before speaking Hobasani, a slap in the face slammed on his face, and that huge force swelled half of his face.
"Imperial Minister!"
Hobasani covered her half swollen cheeks, and was snored by the palm of Dalun Qinling.
"Miscellaneous account! Will Mu Chi Great Cavalry be so badly damaged if you don't do it alone? As an Royal Capital Commander , you and me and Tibet King did not ask for instructions, and you left without permission. Do you still have Tibet King in your eyes! Huoshu Guicang and Dusong Mangbuzhi? That ’s it, Daqin Ruozan is only civil minister, and you are defeated, you ca n’t even bring back Daqin Ruozan and civil minister! ”
Dalun Qinling stared at Hobasani, his face was extremely blue. More than one hundred thousand elite Great Army set off, only one Hobasani returned at the end. If it is not U-Tsang Empire losing streak, the national strength is weak, and when precisely is employed, otherwise he will be killed.