That night, Yuan Hui stayed in the military camp outside the city, slept well, and relieved the fatigue of running around for days. When the sky was bright, he got up with Gu Meiren, who was sleeping with him, cleaned up, and walked into the city slowly.

The city defense of Shancheng has been continuously repaired and strengthened by several ambassadors of the Heyuan Army, and it is already very complete, the city is high and deep, and it is indestructible. As far as Yuan Hui viewed, the city is a fortress, the soldiers are sharp soldiers, and with this ten thousand troops, this place can be safe.

Under the city of the West Urn, there is a "welcome post" to house a small courtyard temporarily vacated by the father and son of Zanpo and their cronies, which is very simple.

The courtyard was small, but it was unusually empty, except for an unknown strange tree growing in the corner, and under the tree were some crazy weeds. In the open space, an old man sat cross-legged, dressed in the costumes of the Tibetan aristocracy, with a stiff waist and a silent expression, staring at the soft light of the morning light in the east.

He is the old chief who has been suffering from the Tang Dynasty and the northwest border of the Great Zhou Dynasty for 30 years. It's just that now, after serving Tubo all his life, he ended up with a bleak ending of ruining his family and going into exile in the enemy country. At this time, she lived like a tiger with broken fangs, and she looked like a candle in her last years.

"Father." A middle-aged man walked out of the house, looking embarrassed, and went behind him and whispered.

There was no echo from Zanpo, she was still leaning over, listening to the footsteps of the patrol soldiers outside the courtyard, and sighed for a long time: "The Great Zhou army here is really elite, patrolling in turns, with intervals, and there are almost no mistakes. ”

Seeing that Zanpo still had the heart to sigh about this, his son knelt down to his side in two steps, with some nervousness in his tone, and his eyes flashed: "Father, the Zhou people have imprisoned us, and the situation is not good." You say, will they hand us over to Tridu Songtsam? ”

Dissatisfied with his son's panicked performance, he glanced at him and shrank his neck in fright. On Zanpo sighed: "In this world, except for the Great Zhou, there is no place for me. Now, people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, what's the use of being afraid? ”

Comforting his son with a flat mouth, he said, and his emotions couldn't help but fluctuate a little: "I can't imagine that three generations of my family are loyal to Tubo and fight for the country, and in the end, it is such an ending......"

The father and son injured their kidneys, and a military official walked in outside the courtyard, glanced at them, and did not make any inferior moves, but there was a warning in his tone: "General Zanpo, when the ambassador of the military states of the court and the right military state of the festival and the right of the dragon and the commander of the Yuan arrived, he will come to visit immediately." The Governor will let you know below, so get ready. ”

Hearing this, Ronzanpo came back to her senses, got up with the support of her son, and returned a salute: "Thank you for reminding me." ”

Seeing the military officials withdraw, Ronzanpo got rid of her support and commanded her son with a majestic face: "Let everyone come out to meet us, and if it is not bad, our lives should be saved." Cheer me up, don't lose it, Gar's dignity! ”

"Yes!"

Soon, the silent courtyard was occupied by a team of slightly arrogant armor soldiers, and under the stars and the moon, Yuan Langjun walked in. In the hall, he accepted the visit of the father and son of the Zanpo, glanced at the Tubo thief chief with a rotten face and drooping old age, and asked, "You, is the Zanpo?" ”

On Zanpo also looked at Yuan Hui slightly, young and heroic, confident and strong, this is the most intuitive feeling of Zanpo. However, under the scrutinizing gaze of Yuan Langjun, Zanpo couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, but under the eaves, he had to bow his head and say: "It's the sinner......"

"Your Majesty has not yet issued a specific disposition opinion on you, and you still can't be called Zhou Chen." The corners of his mouth grinned, and Yuan Hui said casually.

"What the marshal said is that he lost his words!" Seeing Yuan Hui "picking thorns", the old skin on Zanpo's face twitched a few times, and quickly changed his self-title.

Paying attention to the old chief's low eyebrows, Yuan Langjun stood up, walked in front of him, and sighed with a faint sigh: "In the past thirty years, you Gar brothers have been in charge of the military and political affairs of Tubo. Inside the Qinling Lord, outside your Lord, you have repeatedly led the army to invade our China and kill our soldiers and civilians. I thought it was such a fierce god, but I didn't expect it to be such a gray-haired old man, which is a bit disappointing! ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Yuan Langjun's tone, and his body was slightly tense when he heard it, and then he was relieved, lowered his head, his tone was full of bitterness, and he shook his head: "At that time, each was his master, and he didn't dare not do his best." Now, it is the twilight of life, and it is a lost dog, just seeking a place to live, and the heirs are passed on. If the Celestial Empire wants to cure the previous sins, it will bow its head ......"

This argument on Zanpo is obviously very "sinicized", and the official dialect of the Central Plains is very standard, if it weren't for his clothes, he would never be able to see that he was a Tubo person.

Seeing that his expression was lonely and his posture was very low, Yuan Hui only had the word "heroic twilight" in his mind, and as far as Tubo was concerned, he could indeed be regarded as a hero on Zanpo. However, as far as the soldiers and civilians of the Great Zhou Dynasty are concerned, their heroes and my enemies are enough to explain. It's a pity that what the empress wants is for the original enemy to surrender to her feet, and that sense of accomplishment is enough to satisfy her vanity.

Thinking of this, seeing the honest Zanpo and the uneasy juniors and followers around him, Yuan Hui suddenly felt a little excited. Although he was often bored, he had no intention of sneering at the old chieftain at this time.

Waving his hand casually, Yuan Hui said lightly: "The Great Zhou Sea is inclusive of all rivers, Your Majesty is even more virtuous, if you come sincerely, my Celestial Dynasty has its own storage capacity and bearing." Your Majesty has already intent, let your family go to Luoyang to meet you! ”

Listening to Yuan Hui's words, Zanpo breathed a sigh of relief, turned to face the east, and exclaimed movingly: "His Majesty the Emperor is the true Holy Son of Heaven!" ”

"However, before you set off, Ben Shuai has some questions for you." Silently observing its performance, it was interesting, and when its performance was over, Yuan Hui said.

"Marshal, please say, as long as you know, there is nothing to say." Somewhat exaggeratedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and bowed down to answer the praise.

Yuan Hui asked him about the domestic situation in Tubo, especially the military and political situation. As he said, he knows everything and says everything, at least it seems that way.

Judging from his words, Guo Yuanzhen also asked about these things......

With the introduction of Ronzanpo, Yuan Hui also had a clearer understanding of the situation in Tubo at this time. Sure enough, it is still very useful to talk about tsangpo.

"In the next time I joined the Great Zhou, I brought a gift, which I originally wanted to dedicate to the Great Zhou Tianzi, but now that I think about it, it may be of greater use to you!" When Yuan Hui digested the gains, Ronzanpo suddenly said.

Hearing this, Yuan Hui suddenly became interested and asked, "What?" ”

Under Yuan Hui's gaze, Ronzanpo stood up, reached out to untie her outer clothes, took off her inner lining, tore it open, took out a thin silk cloth from it, and presented it to Yuan Hui.

Spread out the list, it was a map, and Ronzanpo explained on the side: "This is the map of the cities, passes, and roads in Tubo, as well as the deployment of troops in various places...... Maybe after the civil strife, there will be some changes, but I think it will still be useful for Da Zhou. ”

It's not just useful, it's just useful, Yuan Langjun's eyes lit up, glancing at the old chief, and he always felt that this bridge section was very similar to "Zhang Song's picture".

Picking up the map in his hand, Yuan Hui's tone softened a lot, and he chuckled: "I was originally suspicious of waiting for you to come back, but with this map, I can show my sincerity......"

The handsome face almost smiled like a chrysanthemum, Yuan Hui got up, pointed to the dress of Zanpo, and gently reminded: "Since you have entered the Great Zhou, you should be a Zhou minister and wear Central Plains clothing." Go to Luoyang to face the saint, this dress, it is better to change it as soon as possible. ”

Yuan Hui's statement also means that change will change.

"Yes, thank you for the reminder!" On the other hand, the body of Tsangpo was completely relaxed and responded cautiously.

On Zanpo's eyes glanced at the map in Yuan Hui's hand, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, but when he thought about the bloodbath of the domestic Chidu Songtsan on the Gar clan, his eyes became firm again.

The power of hatred is powerful, and sometimes, it is enough to make a person give up the bottom line and stick to it in his heart.

Yuan Langjun didn't have time to pay attention to the complex psychology of Zanpo, so he left the courtyard and continued to study the "treasure map".