Chapter 1180

"General, we know that our request is abrupt, and that language communication takes a lot of time, energy, and money, and that it also requires the use of the generals' resources, but in terms of money, we can fully afford it. ”

It was at this time that Bahram also spoke.

In order to help the Khorasan and the rebel army fight against the Great Food, many people have already died, and it seems a little impersonal and excessive to make a request at this time. But Bahram could not fail to say it.

"Hahaha, General Bahram, you misunderstood!"

Wang Chong finally stood up from his seat, turned his head, and looked at Gao Xianzhi on the side:

"Tsugo-sama, are you still worried about the language now?"

Gao Xianzhi didn't speak, just looked at Bahram and the others who were confused, and his expression was complicated.

Wang Chong smiled and said nothing. In the relationship between this coalition, the dependence of the Khorasan and the rebel army on the Tang Dynasty was much stronger than that of the Tang Dynasty on the Khorasan and the uprising.

"General Bahram, and all the commanders, don't worry. I can answer you about this matter now, no problem, soon, we will use all kinds of energy to do our best to establish the Tang language school in Khorasan and various places. ”

Wang Chong smiled.

"Ahh

Everyone originally thought that this matter was already yellow, but when they heard the news, they were overjoyed:

"Great!"

"Thank you, General, thank you, General!"

......

Everyone was excited. The indoctrination of the Chinese language, or the Tang language, was much faster and smoother than Wang Chong expected. Seeing the strength of the Tang Dynasty, the rebel army was simply hungry and thirsty. Wang Chong directly called Yuan Shurong and asked Yuan Shurong and Gao Xianzhi to decide specific matters together.

Walking out of the room, outside, the blizzard in the sky had completely stopped. Looking at the gradually clearing sky, Wang Chong's mind rose and fell one after another. For some reason, Wang Zheng suddenly remembered Xu Qiqin, who was far away in the west of the moraine.

"I wonder what's going on with Qiqin?"

Wang Chong said secretly in his heart.

This time to discuss the government affairs of Khorasan, Wang Chong actually sent letters to Feng Changqing, major families, and Xu Qiqin, but for some reason, only Xu Qiqin's side, although the materials have not been cut off, but there has been no reply. This had never happened before, which made Wang Chong a little worried.

"I hope Qiqin is okay. ”

Wang Chong thought about it and quickly entered the study. A moment later, a carrier pigeon rose into the sky and quickly disappeared in the northeast direction.

......

In the far west of the moraine, the snow is full of branches, and in a room in the northwest, the cold plum blossoms, and a little fragrance is diffused in the void. After Hanmei, a woman in white with a slightly sickly and pale face was leaning against the open window, sniffing Hanmei.

"Miss, let's close the window. It's cold, your body is still weak, it's better to rest quickly. ”

A servant girl's voice came from behind her, her voice full of concern and more worries.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Xu Qiqin waved her much thinner fingers:

"I can still endure it, it's rare to breathe, just let me watch it for a while. ”

"Girl, don't persuade. Your young lady has been closed in the room for so long, it is rare that she is better and willing to open the window to breathe. Just let her be. Half a cup of tea at most, and we'll close it again. ”

Behind him, a middle-aged woman's voice came out, and there was a warmth in her voice:

"Come, Miss Xu, I cooked a bowl of ginger soup and drank it while it was hot, so it wouldn't be so cold. ”

As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged woman wearing a plain dress and a jinghai cloth skirt looked very virtuous, walked to the window with a bowl of ginger soup and handed it to Xu Qiqin on the side.

"Thank you, Mrs. Feng. ”

Xu Qiqin turned around, took the ginger soup, and said gratefully.

Mrs. Feng is naturally the wife of the emperor of Anxi, the wife of Feng Changqing and the doctor. Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi fought on the front line, and all rear matters, including logistics and self-replenishment, were all agreed upon by Xu Qiqin and Feng Changqing. Xu Qiqin's serious illness was hidden from others, but he couldn't hide the delicate Feng Changqing.

After learning that Xu Qiqin was seriously ill, Feng Changqing quickly sent his wife to take several famous doctors from the Western Regions to the Western Protectorate to take care of Xu Qiqin. Thanks to the methods of those famous doctors, coupled with Mrs. Feng's thoughtfulness and care, Xu Qiqin was able to bear it.

Although he has not fully recovered, he has already gotten better.

Watching Xu Qiqin finish drinking the ginger soup in her hand, Mrs. Feng's face finally felt a lot more relieved. But he thought of something again, and said:

"Miss Xu, actually, why do you bother? The matter of your illness has not yet been known to the young man. Actually, as long as you tell him, I am sure that he will soon arrive in the west of the moraine. ”

"That's what I don't want to do. ”

Xu Qiqin shook her head and looked at the red plum branches outside the window:

"No matter how many things my daughter's family has, it can't compare to the major events of the family and country. Wang Chong and Master Gao are fighting on the front line, and I don't want to distract him because of my affairs. ”

"But at least you should reply to him, right?"

Mrs. Feng said again, looking at the letter that Xu Qiqin was holding in her hand. It was sent by Wang Chong from Khorasan not long ago. She could feel that Xu Qiqin liked Wang Chong, but for some reason she kept holding back, and she didn't even want to write a letter.

Xu Qiqin shook her head:

"Wang Chong knew my handwriting, and if he replied, he would soon be able to discern from the handwriting that I was ill. At that point, all the work was lost. ”

Mrs. Feng was stunned, and suddenly couldn't speak anymore. She only knew that Xu Qi was reluctant to reply, but she didn't expect that there would be this layer.

"Hey!"

Looking at Xu Qiqin's pale and persistent expression, Mrs. Feng had to let out a long sigh.

In the room, the three of them were silent and silent.

In an uproar, just as Xu Qiqin was silently distracted from the window, suddenly the sound of wings breaking through the air came from a distance. Xu Qiqin raised her head and saw a white carrier pigeon piercing the sky, and soon flew down from the northwest sky and landed in front of the window lattice.

On the side, Mrs. Feng and the maidservant Xiaozhu also looked over, and at a glance they saw the gold leaf mark on the pigeon's right leg.

It's a letter from the young marquis!

The two recognized each other at a glance. After following Xu Qiqin for so long, the two of them were already very familiar with the carrier pigeon that Wang Chong delivered the news to.

In front of the window, Xu Qiqin obviously recognized it, and gently held up the carrier pigeon, with a hint of blush on her face.

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The distant Usti-Tibet Plateau is covered with white snow. When from Khorasan to Samarkand, and then through Anxi, Moxi to Longxi, when the entire Central Plains was boiling, immersed in the joy of victory in the Great War, at this time Uszang was immersed in a sorrow and heaviness.

The wind and snow have not completely stopped, and wisps of it, like broken bead strings, are fluttering between heaven and earth.

And in the wind and snow, the most noble emperor of the entire Wusizang Empire, Da Yan Qinling was wrapped in a snow coat, and his face was full of sadness. And beside him, countless royal guards with halberds and guns followed closely, and even His Majesty the King of Zao, who was supreme in the entire plateau and rarely left the palace, stood beside him.

For the entire Uszang Empire, this is destined to be an extremely important day, not because of the extreme cold and snowstorm that has just passed, freezing countless cattle and sheep to death, but because at this moment, on the cold ground, a few people are lying on the brown mat.

Daqin Ruozan, Huoshu Guizang, and Dusong Mangbuzhi, the entire empire has just suffered the most unprecedented, the heaviest losses, the most important one and two generals, three important people, and their corpses have finally arrived in the royal capital of Uszang at this time.

"Ruozan, why is this happening?"

Da Yan Qinling walked over slowly, knelt down beside Da Qin Ruozan, his face was full of grief:

"You privately mobilized Mu Chi's big iron cavalry, seconded the soldiers and horses of the Yajuelong royal family, and contacted Du Song Mangbuzhi...... Do you really think I don't know anything? Do you really think you can take these soldiers and horses without my approval? Why are you so stupid? How can I blame you and Zao?"

Looking at the pale, eyes closed, and there was no longer the slightest blood-colored face, Da Yan Qinling's heart was trembling. Ruling this empire for more than ten years, commanding the army at the age of twelve, fighting with the Tang Dynasty, and being famous all over the world, the heart of the Great Discussion of Qinling has never been turbulent, but at this moment, the heart of the Great Discussion of Qinling has been full of waves, and there is no longer the peace of the past.

"Emperor, you must avenge the prime minister and the general!"

Just then, a voice came from my ears. Huoba Sangye's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and walked all the way to the side of Da Yan Qinling, with a very sad and indignant expression:

"The prime minister and the general died so miserably, no matter what, we must make the Tang people pay the price. ”

"Smack!"

Before he could finish his words, a slap slammed into his face, and the huge force made half of his face swollen.

"Emperor!"

Huo Ba Sangye covered half of his high swollen cheeks, and was directly stunned by the palm of the Great Discussion of Qinling.

"Bastard! If you hadn't insisted on going your own way, would Mu Chi's great iron cavalry have suffered such a heavy blow? As the commander of the royal capital, you didn't even ask me and the king of Zao for advice, and left without permission, do you still have the king of Zao in your eyes! The fire tree is returned to Tibet and Du Song Mangbu Branch, and Daqin Ruozan is just a literary minister, and you are defeated in battle, and you can't even bring back a literary minister of Daqin Ruozan!"

Da Yan Qinling stared at Huoba Sangye, his face was extremely pale. More than 100,000 elite troops set off, and in the end only one came back, if it weren't for the fact that the Uszang Empire had lost several games in a row and the national strength was weak, it was the time to use people, otherwise he would have been killed now.