In the fifth year of Taihe, September has not been, noon.

Chengdu Mansion, Jiedu Envoy Mansion.

Li Zhi was wearing regular clothes, sitting in the study in the house, the study was full of fragrance, if outsiders came in, they would definitely choke and cough, but Li Zhi could look calm and calm like Mount Tai. He held a legend in his hand, and with Li Zhi's taste, its content must be fascinating.

However, Li Zhi's mind was not on the book at all, but immersed in his own thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, even if he was the only one in the study, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, which showed that he was in a very good mood.

Suddenly, he looked up at Liu Gongqiu's ink treasure hanging in the study, sighed, and muttered to himself.

"I don't know if that unreliable Xue Yuansheng wrote a letter to the Zheng Note of the Shence Army......"

However, this is all secondary, the important thing is that Li Zhi's confession must have been successfully handed over to his uncle Li Zongmin, and it will be presented to the emperor in only a day or two. If Xue Yuansheng can win over the Shence Army to his side as Li Zhi wishes, it will be the icing on the cake, but if not, it will not be a big problem. In any case, Li Deyu's position as the marshal has not been done for a long time, and Li Zhi is finally one step closer to the clouds.

Li Zhi thought about it, Li Ah Si knocked on the door, pushed the door in, smelled the slightly pungent fragrance in the house, was so excited that he sneezed a few times, and almost fell to the ground with a book in his hand holding a sandalwood tray.

Seeing the embarrassment of the housekeeper in his house, Li Zhi reached out and flicked the silver lid on the incense burner, and sealed the opening of the incense burner.

"It's you, what's the matter?" Li Zhi smiled, and his eyes noticed the books in Li Asi's tray by the way.

After the incense burner was covered, Li Asi felt that he could breathe normally, turned around and closed the door of the study, walked up to Li Zhi, put the sandalwood tray on the carved wooden table, wiped his face with his cuffs, and carefully presented the books in the tray to Li Zhi with both hands.

The bookbook was only the size of a palm and a half, and the dark blue cover and carefully bound spine told Li Zhi that this book was obviously a book in the collection of the government, and it was by no means something that ordinary bookstores could publish, although the book cover was carefully wiped clean, and there was no dust on the surface, but from the dimness of the paper and the wear and tear of the spine, it was enough to see that the book was no less than thirty years old, and it may even be older than Li Zhi's age.

On the cover of the book, it is written in small block letters "Anxi Jiangmen Lineage Table".

Li Zhi looked puzzled, Li Zhi did remember this book, it seemed to be a book that had accumulated dust in the library of the Shuaifu for an unknown number of years. When he first came to Xichuan to serve, at that time, Du Yuanying was the envoy of Xichuan Jiedu, and Li Zhi was the judge of Jiedu, and he had seen this book, but he never paid much attention to it.

However, the "Bird City" was able to manage to get the key to the library pavilion, which really made Li Zhi feel excited.

I don't know what Li Assi meant by giving this old book to himself. As for Li Asi, seeing Li Zhi's doubts, he endured a sneeze and said, "Ah Lang, 'Crane City' just came to report, and this old book is attached." ”

"Oh? What does he mean? Li Zhi was still puzzled.

"Didn't Ah Lang ask people to check the origin of that Yang Zong before?" Li Ah Si leaned over slightly, "Ah Si sent someone to tell the 'Bird City' what you mean, he found this book from the library of the Shuai Mansion, and the 'Bird City' asked Ah Lang to pay special attention to the second volume of the Yanqi Chapter." ”

Yanqi?

The four towns of Anxi: Khotan, Yanqi, Qiuci, and Shule were the four major military towns of the Anxi Protectorate in the old days.

Hearing Yang Zong's name and looking at the title of this book, he couldn't help but arouse a trace of curiosity in Li Zhi's heart. The four towns of Anxi completely fell to Tibet in the third year of Yuanhe nearly thirty years ago, can there still be the origin of Yang Zong, the son of a rogue man, in this book?

Li Zhi motioned for Li Assi to sit down, while opening the book with great interest, a smell of old dust and musty came to his face, and he found the location of the Yanqi chapter through the table of contents, although the title of the book is "Anxi Jiangmen Lineage Table", but it not only details the names of the successive Yanqi town guards and what positions their descendants hold for three generations, but also makes a geographical and hydrological description of Yanqi, which must have been excerpted from the "Tang Dynasty Western Regions". After the Yanqi Kingdom submitted to the Tang Dynasty, the royal family has always existed, and its surname is Long, until the fall of Yanqi City, it has always been the Tang Dynasty as the Zhengshuo, and the last Yanqi King died at the hands of Tubo.

However, Li Zhi obviously did not want to learn the geography and history of Anxi, he carefully followed the first Yanqi town guard envoy, and spent nearly half a stick of incense work, from the twenty-second year of Zhenguan, to a series of incomplete records after the Anshi Rebellion, and finally found what he wanted.

Li Ace noticed that Li Zhi's eyebrows trembled slightly, his expression gradually became solemn, and he slowly stretched.

"Ah Lang...... Got it? ”

Li Assi didn't know what his family master saw, so he just asked cautiously.

"It's really boring......" Li Zhi nodded slightly, "um".

Li Zhi carefully closed the old book and put it back in the sandalwood tray, gently pinched the upper end of the bridge of his nose with his left hand, his tone seemed very tired, his eyes seemed to be in harmony, he stretched his back back, and leaned back on the back of the cork chair.

"You go and send someone to return the book, although this book is old and useless, it is also a book in the Shuaifu's collection, and it can't be put in the mansion like this."

"Whoa." Li Assi crossed his hands and saluted, but he didn't mean to get up.

"Let's talk about everything else." Li Zhi closed his eyes slightly, he knew his own subordinate nature, seeing that he was silent and wanted to say something, he must have some news that he hadn't told Li Zhi yet, and I was afraid it was not good news.

"It's still the report of the 'Flycatcher City' just now," Li Asi's face was gloomy, his voice was like ice, he moved forward slightly, bowed down and whispered: "He came to ask Ah Lang for help......

Li Zhi sat up straight and said angrily: "If it weren't for the prince's face, I would have helped him a lot!" He just brought me an old book and came to ask me for help? Li Zhi saw that Li Assi still had something to say, so he paused, leaned back, and motioned for Li Assi to continue.

"He wants Ah Lang to kill someone, it's like...... It is also the meaning of the prince. ”

Chengdu Mansion, somewhere, three o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as you enter the secluded house, the autumn breeze is blowing, the green plants are all over, except for the occasional rhododendron chirping, deep and clean.

Sitting under a willow tree, Xi Tanmou couldn't help but sigh that life is always full of variables. However, ten years ago, he was just a Ben slave beside him, and ten years later, he had taken off his Tubo military uniform, changed to wear a gold silk, wearing a temporary scarlet robe and silverfish bag, and sat in a courtyard in Chengdu Fuzhong, looking at the direction of Xishan in a daze.

After Li Deyu's repeated assurances to Xi Tanmou, when the edict is issued, his future career in Datang will be bright. Thinking of this, it can be regarded as barely making up for some of the depression after the Tang Dynasty.

Why do you feel depressed?

Since entering Chengdu Mansion, far from the scenery imagined by Xi Tanmou, the surrender ceremony is really grand and solemn, Xichuan Tang military horse armor, against the Xi Tanmou brought by the equipment of the defenders is tattered, not so much a surrender, more like an armed demonstration of Xi Tanmou's department; After the ceremony, as if he had rehearsed many times, he took Xi Tanmou away from his personal guards and the generals of his department, and went straight to this mansion, where he was guarded day and night by heavy soldiers; Not to mention the dismissal of military power, in the past few days, every day, officials from the Chengdu Prefecture Bing Cao came to ask about the details of the defenders brought by Victoria and Xi Tanmou, and the content of the inquiries was exactly the same many times, so that Xi Tanmou couldn't help but have the illusion that he had become a prisoner.

In fact, there is a succinct way to say that the Tang people are treated by Xi Tanmou - house arrest.

was sitting in the backyard in a daze, and suddenly there was movement at the door, and here again?

However, the people who came were never expected.

"What has my deputy envoy been busy with in the past few days, but he was leaning on the fence in this garden to listen to the wind and enjoy leisure, so that I could find it easily."

Xi Tanmou turned his head to look, Zhang Yijun stepped on his feet, stood tall and jade, standing at the door of the backyard, and was saluting Xi Tanmou.

"Zhang Yijun?" Xi Tanmou looked shocked and blurted out, but he was afraid that the guards at the gate of the mansion would hear it, so he lowered his voice, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile, but there was more or less reluctance in his smile, "There are so many guards at the door, how did you get in?" ”

"I've been doing Victorian dark piles for nearly a year, and I can still do it by climbing the wall of a courtyard house." Zhang Yijun's pupils were smart, he glanced at the courtyard, dusted off his sleeves and the ashes on his palms, "But if I hadn't said anything from the German army, I really wouldn't have imagined that the deputy envoy would be in the center of Chengdu Mansion." ”

Xi Yumou's lips pursed into a line, and he snorted from his nostrils, Xu sneered. After all, he didn't know where the center of Chengdu Mansion was, and for him, for three whole days, this mansion was his whole world.

"The deputy envoy is quite comfortable in Chengdu?"

"Did the gentleman come to entertain me?"

Zhang Yijun looked Xi Tanmou up and down, wearing the scarlet official robe of the Tang Dynasty, with his one-eyed eyes and full chin beard, making Xi Tanmou's appearance no longer as fierce and bloodthirsty as before, like a golden eagle with broken wing tendons, and the appearance of the two people when he was in Victoria.

"Sir, look at this mansion, you can't find such a well-decorated courtyard in Tubo." Xi Yumou broke the awkward silence, only felt that it was not enough to sit or stand, so he simply got up slowly, leaned on the willow trunk, put his hands into the sleeve cage quite unaccustomedly, and said sarcastically: "This house is said to be a separate business of your Nankang County Wang Wei Gao, there are rockeries, willow trees, and special people to serve food and drink every day. ”

"Why does the deputy envoy keep emphasizing 'we'?" Zhang Yijun put away the smile on his face and raised his head slightly, "Since the deputy envoy has descended to the Tang Dynasty, he is a Tang person." ”

"Really?" Xi Tanmou's expression was gloomy, and he said abruptly: "On the day I entered the city, the people of Chengdu Mansion saw that a certain person was like a plague god, if it wasn't for Li Deyu to greet him personally, he really thought that we were prisoners of the battlefield......"

"But then again," Xi Tanmou pondered for a moment, and then continued: "On the day of entering the city, the onlookers surrounded the streets, I wonder if Mr. is so curious? What is the difference between what a certain person saw in the eyes of the people in Chengdu Mansion and what a certain person saw in the eyes of a Tibetan slave? ”

Zhang Yijun squinted his eyes slightly, looked at him deeply, and didn't say a word.

"You people of the Tang Kingdom," Xi Tanmou raised his eyebrows, smiling and smiling, "I'm more afraid of death......

"What do you mean?"

Xi Yimou snorted coldly, his expression was light, and he said lightly: "Mr. was born in the Zhong Ding family since he was a child, and he has seen too little turbidity in this world...... The Tibetan slaves are owned by the master, and the private property of the master, birth, old age, sickness and death are borne by the master alone, and the glory is honorable, and the loss is lost...... And you, the common people of the Tang Dynasty, although you are free, what you gain is collected by the officials, and what you lose is borne by yourself. That's why you, the Tang people, are more afraid of death......"

When Zhang Yijun heard this, he was silent and speechless for a long time.