Chapter 652

"Meritorious deeds will be rewarded, faults must be punished, you don't have to be humble. ”

The earth hummed, and the majestic voice of the Holy Emperor resounded in every corner of the palace.

"Wang Chong, you don't have a word yet, do you?"

"Buzz!"

After hearing the Holy Emperor's words, the civil and military ministers on the viewing platform were in a hurry, and many people raised their heads one after another, looking at the high Taiji Hall above, as well as the god-like figure on the Taiji Hall, and vaguely felt something.

"Yes, Weichen is only seventeen years old this year, and he has never been famous, so he has not been given a word by his elders. ”

Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

The words given by the Tang Dynasty are not something that they can take, they must be highly respected people to give words, these people are either high-ranking or prominent, so the vast majority of people actually only have names, but no words.

The Holy Emperor was a contemporary of Wang Chong's grandfather, although he was not as old as Wang Chong's grandfather, but he was also in his fifties, older than Wang Chong's uncle Wang Gandu.

From this point of view, he can indeed be called Wang Chong's elder.

Hum, the crowd became more and more commotionous, and many people vaguely guessed something, but still couldn't believe it. It's just that this suspicion didn't last long, and soon the speculation in everyone's hearts was confirmed-

"Very well, in that case, then I will give you a word!"

As soon as the Holy Emperor said this, everyone was stunned, and under the white jade pill, King Qi almost gritted his teeth.

Give the word!

The Holy Emperor actually wants to give Wang Chong a word?

Throughout the ages, there have been emperors who have given surnames to ministers, but there has been no one who has given characters to courtiers.

"Your Majesty wants to accept Wang Chong as a protégé of the Son of Heaven?"

On the viewing platform, Yao Guangyi was stunned. After decades of teaching by the old man's side, Yao Guangyi has always been calm and extremely patient, but when he heard that the Holy Emperor was going to give Wang Chong words, he couldn't help but feel unbalanced.

Marquis, knighthood, and word ......

The Yao family made such a great contribution back then, and they have never enjoyed such a grand grace from the Son of Heaven. The Holy Emperor specially set up a "young candidate" for Wang Chong, not to mention, but also to give him words, the first time that the emperor gave words, how important is this kind of grace?

This is an honor that Yao Guangyi never dared to think of in his life!

And—

"The Holy Emperor is going to give him a gold medal for avoiding death!"

Yao Guangyi's face was extremely pale.

In the history of the Tang Dynasty, there are not many people who can turn the tide like Wang Chong, turn defeat into victory with fewer enemies, and save nearly one million people at dawn, but it is by no means nothing.

Wang Zhonghei, the god of war of the Tang Dynasty, the famous general of Taizong, and the god of war, Su Zhengchen, have all had such feats, but no one has ever received such a grand reward like Wang Chong.

Yao Guangyi didn't understand why the Holy Emperor seemed to treat Wang Chong so favorably.

Boom!

Hearing a crisp sword groan, a flash of golden light, the Holy Emperor suddenly pulled out a golden sword of the Son of Heaven from his waist and hung it above Wang Chong's head.

Boom, at the moment when the Holy Emperor drew his long sword, a vision of the sky suddenly appeared, with the Taiji Palace as the center, a void line came out vertically and horizontally, dividing the entire thick cloud layer into two, and the golden sunlight spread down from the sky, accurately falling on the Holy Emperor, Wang Chong, and the majestic Taiji Palace below.

And the majestic and sacred voice of the Holy Emperor resounded in all corners of the palace:

"The battle in the southwest starts from Erhai Lake, which is the starting point of everything for you. I'll give you the word 'Kunpeng', I hope you can not only swim in the water, but also soar in the sky. Like Kunpeng between heaven and earth, he has become the minister of my Tang Dynasty and the home of the martyrs!"

At this moment, no one knew that the voice of the Holy Emperor not only sounded in the Imperial Palace, but also spread throughout the Jingshi and sounded in everyone's ears.

The Beijing Division, which has always been bustling, endless, and lively, is indeed quiet at this moment.

"Smack!"

In a restaurant in the west of the city, a man wearing a black cloak sat alone in the corner of the restaurant, drinking silently. Suddenly heard this voice, and snapped the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Wang Chong didn't know what was happening outside, and when he heard that the Holy Emperor gave him the word "Kunpeng", Wang Chong bowed respectfully.

Two lives, Wang Chong and the Holy Emperor in front of him have only seen each other, and they are both things in this life. But despite this, Wang Chong is full of respect from the bottom of his heart for the supreme existence of the Middle Earth Tang Dynasty in front of him.

A "Emperor of the Ages" who dedicated his life to the Tang Dynasty, was aggressive, swept away the captives, extended the territory and influence of Middle-earth to the limit, and personally created the entire prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, no matter what, he deserves anyone's respect and follow.

Boom!

A magnificent golden light flashed from the sky, and the golden sword of the Son of Heaven in the Holy Emperor's hand flickered in the air, and then inserted back into the scabbard on his waist, and all the visions disappeared without a trace.

Wang Kunpeng!

At this moment, Wang Chong finally had his first word, and it was also given by the Son of Heaven!

This is the real protégé of the Son of Heaven!

Wang Chong's reward ceremony ended with a solemn cheer with the Holy Emperor's gift. Contrary to the lively and festive of the Tang Dynasty, the Wusi-Tibetan Plateau at this time was a different scene.

The corpses of cattle and sheep were piled up in groups, scattered on this plateau, and the cattle and sheep that were alive and well not long ago had long since fallen to the ground, with their eyes wide open, turning into corpses.

Countless flies buzzed and flew around the corpses like dark clouds. From time to time, vultures pierce through the clouds, their sharp claws piercing into the rotting carcasses of cattle and sheep.

The vulture glanced warily at the mastiff not far away, and then pecked at it as if no one was around, but it was only a feast for scavengers, and for humans, these once foods had become very dangerous.

The stench, which can be smelled even from miles away, is no longer suitable for human consumption.

This is a first* battle, the once powerful Usz-Tibetan Empire is now deeply mired in a serious food crisis.

The Battle of the Southwest is over, but the damage inflicted on Uszang by this war is far from beginning. The plague spread on the plateau by Wang Chong's Li Siye was still spreading, and it spread from the territory of the Ali royal family to the royal capital.

The fire burned day and night, and the billowing smoke from the burning of cattle and sheep rose straight into the sky for a long time. This is the only way that the king of the Us-Tibetan Empire, Da Yan Qinling, came up with in this crisis.

The secret recipe for the treatment of sheep plague is only available in Datang, and the treatment is already impossible, and the only way is to stop it. And the fire burned to avoid the spread of the plague, this is the only solution that the four regions and five ministers of the Uszambian Empire came up with.

However, compared to the plague, the battle in the southwest is now the focus of attention of the entire Uszor Empire. After all, this is the source of everything, more than 200,000 Wusi Tibetan iron rode eastward, and in the end, only 10,000 survived, and the entire Ali royal family was basically abolished.

And whether it is the death of more than 200,000 warriors or the sheep plague that affected the entire Us-Tibet Plateau, all of them can't get around one name - Wang Chong!

"Daqin Ruozan, you are too disappointed in this king. This king believes in your strength, so he sent you to the Ali royal family to assist the four princes, the battle in the southwest, you said that you want to form an alliance with Meng Shezhao to drive the tiger and wolf, this king has agreed, but look at what you have done!"

In the royal capital of Wusizang, the light is dim, and the huge prayer wheels cast in gold are tinkling and rotating, and not far from the prayer wheels, pieces of ambergris wood are thrown in the quaint and rough bronze incense tripods, and bursts of green smoke with fragrance rise.

The green smoke filled the entire palace of the royal capital, making everything dreamy and unreal.

Through the thick green smoke, a figure can be seen, wearing a loose white sleeved robe, kneeling on the ground, his face facing down motionless, and if you look closely, this person is the great minister of Ali who was defeated by the king in the battle of the southwest - Daqin Ruozan.

The southwest was devastated, with heavy casualties and plagues, and thousands of Usi-Tibetan herders living in dire straits. The king of Tibet was furious, and directly ordered Daqin Ruozan to the royal capital for questioning.

"Your Majesty, Weichen, there is nothing to say!"

Daqin Ruozan knelt on the ground, and did not argue at all.

"Bastard!!"

Hearing this, the Tibetan king in the main hall was furious, and buried more than 200,000 elite iron horsemen, causing a huge sheep plague.

How can Zao endure.

"Come, dismiss him from his position, and put him in prison until the king disposes of him. ”

Zao's angry voice was like thunder, and it could be heard even from miles away.

Under the palace, the corners of Daqin Ruozan's mouth showed a wry smile, this time when he entered the royal capital, he had already thought of what kind of treatment he would receive.

As the prime minister of the Ali royal family, and at the same time as the commander-in-chief of the entire southwest war, he cannot escape the blame for this failure, and any punishment is not exaggerated at all.

"I lost this battle convincingly. ”

Daqin Ruozan knelt on the ground, and his mind remembered a seventeen-year-old boy who was receiving a reward in the distant Tang Jingshi.

The battle that took place in the southwest of the Tang Dynasty was protracted, and he tried all his means, but in the end he was still unable to defeat that young man, and he had nothing to say in his heart.

Willing to gamble and lose.

"Bang!"

The door of the hall opened, and in the curling cyan mist, several royal warriors wearing bronze and heavy armor walked in with great strides. These royal warriors, burly with thick hands and feet, glanced at the palace and quickly landed on Daqin Ruozan, who was not far away.

The royal capital guards, the elites that only the Zao king can mobilize, are all selected by thousands of people, and their strength is very strong. It is usually only dispatched when Zao has something to do, and most of the time it is not a very good thing.

"Wait!"

Just as several royal guards were striding towards Daqin Ruozan, beside the king of Zao, not far away, a figure shrouded in green smoke suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty, may I ask a few questions?"

The man said and left the table suddenly, walked over from behind the table, the green smoke dispersed, only to see that the person had a beard, fair skin, and the temperament of the whole person was similar to that of Daqin Ruozan, but it was more calm and heavy than Daqin Ruozan, and his eyes were sharper and wiser.

Looking at the entire Wusi-Tibetan Empire, the only one who dares to be so bold in front of the Tibetan king and assert himself is the imperial minister at the head of the five prime ministers, who talks about the Qinling.

Although he is ranked first among the five ministers, the age of the Great Discussion of Qinling is younger than that of the Great Qin Ruozan, but despite this, when the Great Discussion of the Great Discussion of the Tomb of the Great Emperor speaks, whether it is the king of Tibet, the two kings are guarded, including His Royal Highness Ali Wang is the prime minister, and the Great Qin Ruozan, all of them showed respectful looks.

In the Us-Tibetan Empire, if you can be a man of wisdom, even the king of Tibet must respect what you say, and there is only one big talk about the Qinling.

The Great Treatise is an honorific title, which expresses the meaning of the prime minister, which is beyond the reach of Daqin Ruozan.

The Uszang Empire pays attention to strength, there is no nepotism, and being able to become the prime minister of Uszang and be respected by everyone is enough to explain the problem.

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