The Gilgit River Valley, in Liu Ji's impression, has long been covered by the construction of emerging urban areas, especially after the opening of the China-Pakistan Highway connecting the two countries, which has driven the economic development of this area, but now it looks like a small mountain village isolated from the world and undeveloped.

Scattered across the fields, the emerald green seedlings give people endless hope, and the farmers dressed in various national costumes walk from one to the other, stopping and laughing, using a few words that can only be understood by both sides, but they do not hinder their communication.

It's just the result of the five-year reign of the Tang Dynasty, what if they are given fifty years? The Chinese language, living habits, and social system will become the only standard in the world, just like the current situation of the four towns of Anxi.

This is the influence of Han civilization, for thousands of years, little by little immersed in the land and people's hearts, bringing China to one peak after another.

With this feeling, before he knew it, he had walked to a tidal flat, with smooth pebbles under his feet, clear river water gurgling, and a hint of coldness from the snow-capped mountains in the wind, which was refreshing.

"Gorou, there are no others here now, can you tell me what else you have found in the Tubo people?" A voice rang out, and he gathered his feet from the river.

was brought here without letting anyone follow, Liu Ji knew what Feng Changqing wanted to ask, and this was the reason why he was ashamed to speak in that tent.

Now it is the eleventh year of Tianbao, and it has only been three years since the turmoil, if it is just to rein in the edge, it is certainly not difficult to protect yourself, but as a latecomer who knows history well, how can you be willing.

Turning around and looking at the other party's inquiring eyes, he slowly walked over and said in a calm tone: "The news is just as Yang Huzi said, there is nothing surprising about it. ”

"That's what Yang Er told you?"

Yang Pre, what will he know? Liu Ji didn't think that under that kind of condition at that time, the other party could still hide something.

"There is no need for the public to say something to tempt, I just figured out some things, as for the side, I just see the subtle knowledge and peep at the leopard in the tube." He first answered the biggest question in the other person's mind.

"The method of the map, obtained from the Hu people, according to them, came from the extreme west, the big food, the forest, have this painting skills, the boy is not talented, only learned a little fur, if it takes time, can be more refined."

Feng Changqing couldn't help but be silent, what puzzled him was not only the radical language and some strange behaviors, Liu Ji, who was standing in front of him at this time, had a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he couldn't explain the reason at all.

"The public thinks that when Wang Zhongcheng dies, who can replace him?"

He was shocked by Liu Ji's next question, and was a little caught off guard for a while: "How do you know ......?"

"Have you forgotten, in the house, it was your relatives who said it."

"That can't be openly declared, you must know that the army has its own laws, since you know about this matter, you should rot in your stomach." Although he said this, Feng Changqing did not stop his problem, in such a sensitive period, looking at the army, only this kid could talk to him.

"The prince has been in business for less than a year, and he is also two towns, and at the time of the new defeat, he has tried his best to gather people's hearts and appease the four people, and it is difficult for him to do well if he is a bystander, but it is a pity that the sky is not a holiday."

How Wang Zhengjian died, there is no record in the history books, and even his deeds can only be found from other historical materials, but at this time, looking at Feng Changqing's tone, it seems to be quite convincing, Liu Ji believes that he doesn't need to pretend in front of himself, so he listened carefully to him and continued.

"Taking a certain as the marching Sima, gathering the troops of Changcheng, Shule Town, and Khotan Town here, it was an edict sent by Li Xiangguo personally at the beginning of this year."

Lee Sang-kook? Liu Ji understood that Li Linfu, who was the right minister at the time, was also the protector of the capital of Anxi, and he was the real master of the four towns.

"When Wang Zhongcheng received the edict, he was sending Deputy Cheng to protect the festival to the big food, therefore, this marching Sima fell on a certain body, the soldiers gathered in March, and those who did not trigger it, because Cheng Deputy Du did not return, in Wang Zhongcheng's mind, I am afraid that he is the best candidate for the head of the camp."

Feng Changqing seemed to be talking about irrelevant things, but Liu Ji heard the implication, Wang Zhengjian's selected successor was this Deputy Protector Cheng, this person is not difficult to guess, there is only one general surnamed Cheng who was the Deputy Protector of Anxi at the time.

is Cheng Qianli, who was jokingly called 'Cheng Maniac' by Li Siye.

Both of them are tall and long-armed, fierce generals known for their bravery, Cheng Qianli was promoted to deputy capital protector early, and his qualifications are older than the outgoing Gao Xianzhi, but because he is not a general, he has been suppressed, until Wang Zheng sees that he is in charge, thinking of this, he will smile heartily, and the face of the god stick is undoubtedly exposed.

"What Wang Zhongcheng thinks, I don't know, but this Deputy Cheng Duhu will never become the lord of Anxi, unless the imperial court intentionally loses this war."

Feng Changqing was shocked by his scorching words, and after thinking about it carefully, he understood, and couldn't help but look at him again, and he was even more curious, what was the reason for this son's thinking to the point that he couldn't keep up?

If things are really as he said, then the previous question becomes interesting, excluding Cheng Qianli, once Wang Zhengjian is gone, the only person who can take over the four towns of Anxi and lead the army here without causing any chaos is left.

Without waiting for him to continue to ask, the two horsemen galloped from the direction of the big camp until they reached the river bank before they stopped, the first was Duan Xiushi, the Marquis of Yu, the capital of the camp, and the latter was a sentry with a flag on his back.

"Chenggong, what's wrong?" When they got closer, Feng Changqing asked.

"The patrol came to report that the Tubo people on the right bank of the Poyi River had retreated to the opposite side, and they went straight to the bank of the river, but they were never intercepted." Duan Xiushi took a scroll of paper from the sentry's hand and handed it to him.

Liu Ji, who was following behind, saw Feng Changqing's frowning appearance, and couldn't help but sigh, although the high seals were tied in the history books, but if it was only about leading troops to fight, the latter was too far behind, such an obvious fact, he still had to think about it for a long time, no wonder the only battle recorded in the annals of history was recorded in Duan Xiushi's name.

Feng Changqing, after all, is just a logistics talent, but he was pushed to the front line, but I don't know it, I have to say that this is not unrelated to his tragic experience later, character determines fate, which is the best portrayal of him.

"Chenggong, what do you think?" What surprised Liu Ji even more was that after reading it, Feng Changqing still didn't know why, so he couldn't help but interject on the side.

"The Tibetans are only afraid that they will destroy the vine bridge."

This time, not only Feng Changqing, but even Duan Xiushi looked at it.

That look seems to say, can you not steal the show?