"What does the second brother mean...... Tibetan? Wang Kui's brows furrowed again, and they wrinkled deeper than just now.

"To be exact, it is the Jiarong area south of the Qilian Mountains." Changsun Hong looked confident: "It is one of the four major agricultural areas in Tibet, located at the bottom of the plateau, the land is fertile and the climate is warm, agriculture is very developed, livestock grazing is a natural excellent pasture, producing good horses, the population is about 200,000, and it is close to the Xishan tribes not far from Chengdu, compared with other distant places in Tibet, the distance is very suitable." ”

"However, two years ago, the Mongolian prince Kuoduan met with the Tibetan monk Saga Banda Zhi in Xiliang Mansion, and the Tibetan temples and lords from all over the country worship Mongolia as the co-lord, presumably Jiarong is also one of them, since they have an agreement with Mongolia, we want to meet them in battle, and we will inevitably suffer from the enemy, I am afraid it will be difficult." Wang Kui is extremely familiar with the geography of Sichuan, and when he mentions Jiarong, he has a context in his mind, and he points out the problem in an instant.

"The eldest brother said well, the broad fiefdom is in the Hexi Corridor, from Guazhou to the Longyou area of Qinzhou, it is his territory, plus Tubo was once prominent in history, although it is now falling apart, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it must be a strong country when it meets the male lord again. Changsun Hong put his hands behind his back, walked slowly, and said slowly.

"But Kuoduan is as short-lived as his younger brother Kuode, and he died at the end of last year, and the eldest brother doesn't know yet, right?" He looked at Wang Kui, who shook his head, and he continued.

"He died of illness, this guy was only forty years old, and he died. There is one more thing that the eldest brother may not have heard of yet. ”

"On the sixth day of April this year, that is, last month, the Xiliang Mansion earthquake, such as a landslide and a crack, destroyed countless houses, and the city of Xiliang City was destroyed in many places, killing and injuring thousands of people and animals, and the losses were very large."

Wang Kui couldn't help but stop his footsteps, slightly surprised: "So powerful? ”

Changsun Hong shrugged, and then the two continued walking.

"It is rumored that this is the curse of God, it is God's punishment for the Mongols to invade Tibet, this news came to the Jiarong area, and several big cities such as Malkang and Chamagang have made a fuss, and everyone is talking about it. Convinced of the fact that Gyalrong is the diocese of the Nyingma sect of Tibetan Buddhism, Venerable Baring, the head of the largest temple in the area, held three pujas to pray to the Buddha for mercy from the heavens and not to condemn the common people. I heard that the festival was unprecedented, and the people of Jiarong went to everything they could, and tens of thousands of people leveled the hill of Bacang Temple. ”

Wang Kui listened carefully, and when he heard the words, he couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth, and squinted at Sun Hong: "You know so much, why didn't you send someone?" ”

Eldest Sun Hong held his head high: "I sent someone over to send some gadgets to show my condolences." ”

Wang Kui scoffed: "The earthquake is in Xiliang Mansion, isn't it the opposite of you to send things to Jiarong?" Let's be honest, how long have you been under the idea of Jiarong? ”

"It's not long, about two years." Eldest Sun Hong said with a smile: "But the private salt business has been in business for three years. ”

Wang Kui patted his head and sighed: "Day and night, it's difficult to prevent thieves!" ”

"I'm doing this for the sake of Sichuan." Changsun Hong didn't have the hesitant consciousness of a smuggler of salt dealers, but he was still confident: "There are people in Tubo who have grain and can smelt iron, but what they lack is salt and cloth, and it is a waste of resources if I don't do this business." ”

"No wonder you've had a lot of horses lately, and they turned out to be from Jiarong. Let's get down to business. Wang Kui felt some pain in his temple: "Kuduan died, and no one in Mongolia continued to keep in touch with Tibet." And the Xiliang earthquake is a great opportunity to cut off the influence of Mongolia on the Tubo Liangzhou Alliance, and you send someone to hook up with the master of Jiarong Bacang Temple, but it is a wonderful move. ”

When Changsun Hong was praised, he didn't look smug, but continued: "Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, Zampu as the king of Tibet has become history, and the huge Tubo kingdom has become a number of small tribes that have fought frequently with each other. In addition, the four major sects are competing for the diocese, they are not united with each other, and the forces are weaker than the other. ”

"Jiarong is close to Sichuan, and there are good horses produced, which can be used as a bridgehead from Sichuan to Tibet, which is very suitable. Big brother, Hebei and Henan have been separated from the Great Song Dynasty for a long time, and the people have long lost their thoughts of home and country in their hearts. ”

"The court is afraid of wolves and tigers, and there are ambitions but they dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool, you and I are Song people, we should do our best for the country, and in the next hundred years, we will be worthy of the long knife in our hands and the golden armor on our bodies!"

He did not say that he would do his best for the king, but emphasized the country, which has a deep meaning and can be understood as soon as he hears it.

Wang Kui pursed his lips, walked slowly, walked for a while, and said with a sigh: "You let it go, if there is anything you need me to come forward, just say it in advance." ”

The eldest grandson Hong smiled slightly: "The eldest brother took the blame for me, it's not once or twice, this time Hanzhong is victorious, the court will definitely have a lot of rewards, I don't want it, it's all for you, how about the right as compensation?" ”

Wang Kui shook his head and didn't answer, but said: "Second brother, what you are doing, a little bit of a mistake will ruin your future, you must be cautious, step by step you must be careful and take a good step." ”

The eldest grandson shook the strap on the back of his head in a chic manner, and said with a toothy smile: "Big brother, don't worry, more than ten years ago, I have made up my mind, and I have no regrets in this life." ”

"Jiarong, what are you going to do?" Wang Kui asked.

At this time, the two of them had already walked to the edge of the vast school field where the cavalry camp was trained, and came to the vicinity of the gate composed of several rough logs, where there was an earthen platform, about two zhang high, and the rammed earth was piled up, which was originally used for the general to stand on it and wave the flag, and command the cavalry to run and walk in battle, but there was no one on it at the moment, and the two walked up.

Standing on it, the healthy horses galloped in the distance, the loess was filled, and the swords and axes in the smoke and dust were murderous.

"In the land of Tibet, there are many people and bravery, and there are many plateaus, and it is difficult for the army on the flat ground to gain a firm foothold, so they must not be reunited again, and only by pinching them one by one in our hands can we control them. So, I want to take advantage of the contradictions between their sects to drive the tiger and devour the wolf! ”

Wang Kui's eyes froze: "Drive the tiger and devour the wolf? ”

"Supporting the obedient, uniting the majority of the weak, suppressing the strongest, not letting people take the lead, not letting people gain power, and provoking their internal struggles is to drive the tiger and devour the wolf." Changsun Hong turned his head and looked at Wang Kui with very kind eyes: "For this purpose, I plan to assassinate Master Ba Ren, the master of Bacang Temple. ”

Wang Kui looked at his eyes, almost out of breath, and his face was flushed.

"You...... Didn't you just marry him? Why assassinate him again? He looked at Changsun Hong with a complicated expression.

Changsun Hong had no sense of guilt, his expressionless appearance blended into the battlefield behind him, and he looked cruel and ruthless in the spots of light shot in the loess dust in the sky.

"I married him precisely to create an opportunity to assassinate him. If he doesn't die, Tibet won't be chaotic. ”