Reason, built on a red mountain, the whole building is a palace group, the predecessor of the famous cloth palace in later generations, legend, is a generation of male lord Songtsen Gampo in order to marry the princess Wencheng who came from afar, the newlywed place built.

Of course, what is somewhat different from later generations is that the cloth palace in the eighth century was still used as the residence of the Tibetan royal family, not a holy place of a certain religion, let alone a place for the soul of the poor wandering girl Wenqing in later generations.

As for whether it has a palace and then a city, or a city and then a palace, it is unknown, at this time, this magnificent building complex poured into the national strength of Tubo does symbolize the glory of a regional power, the past.

That sac. Mangbaojie was lying on a large brocade couch, his hair combed into dozens of long braids hanging down the back of his head, each decorated with jewels and jade, with an intricate flower crown on his head, and a long, floor-length skirt woven from silk silk from the Han region, each of which was worth a great price.

Several maids served on the side, and a boy in his teens stood beside her couch, dressed in a tight fur coat, one hand clenched into a fist, and his eyes showed attachment and unwillingness, and a little timidity.

Shang Jiezan walked in from outside the door with Shang Jiexi, who had just returned to the city, his eyes swept over the boy's body, and quietly avoided his questioning, and stood two or three steps in front of the couch.

"Dear sister, look at who I have brought?"

"Shang Jiezan, are you blind to me?" Seeing them, Mangbaojie sat up with a smile and waved his hand to get out of the way of the maids: "Shang Yuxi, where are you from?" ”

"Venerable Zanmeng, your faithful servant, came back from distant Chang'an, and passed through the land of the Tang people, as well as Qinghai, Duowo, and Subi, and passed through the war-torn battlefields before returning to his hometown."

Shang Jiexi stepped forward, bent down deeply with his chest, and said as if chanting,

"Shang Yuxi, your loyalty is admirable, your courage is preached, your family will be proud of you, your monarch will be proud of having a courtier like you, please tell me, you have brought good news, so that all the people of Tubo will no longer be afraid."

"Of course, beautiful Zanmeng, although we have lost some land, but the army of the Tang people has stopped, they are washing their horses on the banks of the Yellow River, and they will not take another step forward, the messenger of the Heavenly Khan, who is on the way, may be able to make a covenant to let this state of affairs continue."

"But is it too late? You must know that in our rear, at the source of the Zang River, in the grazing land of the ancestors of the Tibetan people, there have been Tang people, who have colluded with those god-damn Niboras and Zhangxiong people, killed our people, robbed our belongings, and may be marching here. ”

"That is why I have come to see you, Venerable Zanmon, and our country is on the verge of destruction, but our monarch is hiding in the distance, surrounded by those villains with evil intentions, and in such a situation, please stand up and take on the responsibility of a lord to keep our capital."

Mangbao Jie Xiden listened to his words and fell into deep thought, this is not an easy decision to make, even if it succeeds in the end, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be liquidated, what kind of character her husband is, she knows it clearly, unlike the traditional Tubo monarch, the ruler with Zhu Dan, for these generations of high-ranking families, has always been vigilant, and can trust those Subi people, that is, the villains that Shang Jiexi said in his mouth.

It was an ambitious monarch who tried to make all the tribes in Tubo, regardless of the Tubo, Qiang, Tuyuhun, or Subi and Zhangxiong people, become one, so that it would inevitably infringe on the interests of those big tribes, and it was precisely these big tribes that supported the national strength of Tubo, if it wasn't for this, how could the Tang people be suppressed so fiercely, and they were on the verge of extinction.

After a while, she stood up, dragged her long skirt and tied her scarf of flowers, and walked up to the boy who had been standing.

"Tell me, tell me, whose descendant are you?"

"Zampu's descendants, mother." The boy's answer made her frown.

"Wrong, stretch out your hand."

The boy's eyes were full of fear, but he still obediently stretched out his hand, and Mangbaojie Xiden took a wooden bar, grabbed the small palm, and hit it hard, the crisp sound made Shang Jiezan and the others frightened.

After ten strokes, the palm of his hand was already red and swollen, and the boy's eyes were full of tears, but he was trying to keep it from falling.

"I ask again, whose descendant are you?"

"I ......," the boy hesitated, and replied loudly, "a descendant of the gods." ”

"Yes, keep that in mind." Mangbao Jieshiden asked again, "Who brought you into this world?" ”

"Yes......" The boy blurted out the word 'you', swallowed it back under his mother's fierce gaze, and replied softly: "It's the Han grandmother." ”

"Be louder!"

"I am a child of the Han people, with the blood of the Heavenly Khan!" The boy cried out, his voice sharp and sharp.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Mangbaojie Xiden's eyes, and it was quickly replaced by indifference, and the words that came out were strange even to herself.

"Remember it firmly and engrave it in your heart, only in this way can you beg your Han uncle to let us live, because once you are wrong, it is not as simple as ten strokes, you will lose all the people, as the descendant of the gods, the future monarch of Tibet, this is your responsibility, even if it is death, you must die well."

"I remember, Mother...... Zanmon. The boy stopped crying and fell at her feet.

Mangbaojie Xiden didn't look at him again, and walked up to Shang Jiezan and the others, his voice unfluctuating, his eyes full of determination.

"Shang Jiexi, no matter what method you use, you must make the Tang people stop and agree to their conditions, even if you want to take Xilang Lazan as a hostage, you can't let them invade the city of Luo and destroy our foundation."

"As you wish, noble Zanmon, your servant will do his best, even at the cost of his life." Shang Jiexi replied respectfully, with only respect in his eyes.

Immediately after, she looked at her brother again, and Shang Jiezan quickly lowered his head and made a gesture of listening.

"Shang Jiezan, you discarded Zhangxiong and ran back alone, according to tradition, our family will be hung with fox tails, which makes people laugh, now I will give you a chance to wash away your shame, go and gather all the men who can get on the horse, and tell them that the gods are calling them, and Tubo is calling them. I, Mangbao Jie Shiden, swear in the honor of my family that I will give the greatest reward to everyone who comes forward, even if it is to lose everything we have. ”

"Dear sister, no, Venerable Zanmeng, Shang Jiezan is not afraid of death, but wants to die more worthwhile, I will gather all my clansmen and defend our capital until Dazarukon returns."

"Go, if the gods turn their backs on its people, I will be here, waiting for their arrival." Mang Baojie watched their backs leave, his eyes drifting into the distance.

From the open palace gate, the clouds on the horizon were as low as in front of her, and at dusk, the blood-stained color was once her favorite scenery, but at this time, it seemed to see something ominous, and she only felt fear.

Very.