"I'm here to ask you to help!" Xiao Songtsen Gampo weighed the pros and cons, and finally obediently relented, he was already more than ten years old, and he didn't want to be seen being spanked like a bear child.

"Let me help?" Xiang Gong asked in a provocative voice, "This word seems to be a bit of a big deal, right?" Didn't your adults teach you how to ask for help? Xiang suddenly asked sternly.

Immediately followed by an unusually loud "pop" sound, Xiao Songtsan Gampo gritted his teeth from beginning to end, just snorted and gritted his teeth, but unfortunately his physical strength was inferior to Xiang Gong after all, so he had no choice but to say it again.

"I ...... I'm here to ...... I'm here to ask for your help! Xiao Songtsen Gampo's immature voice roared out, and it sounded more helpless than angry.

Xiang Gong suddenly saw a drop of wet stains on the stone slab on the ground in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned, and helped Xiao Songtsan Gampo up.

Xiao Songtsen Gampo immediately turned his face away, but he still did not escape Xiang Gong's gaze.

He actually cried?!

Xiang Gong suddenly felt that he was training a little fart child like this, was it a bit excessive? He was still a kid after all, albeit a bear kid.

"Okay, you let Gao Cuilan go now, anyway, I'm not Zhu Fengchun, it's useless for you to threaten me with her, and besides, I like to help people." Xiang Gong said embarrassedly, and by the way, he glanced at the playful eyes of the room, and couldn't help but be even more annoyed.

They all know that Xiao Songtsen Gampo is just a bear child, but they didn't do it, they moved themselves, in the eyes of the big guys, they are a bully of children, no style, not generous......

Oh, my God! The more Xiang Gong thought about it, the more he felt impulsive, but you don't know that he is going to be the king of Fang Fan in the future, he is not an ordinary bear child.

Alas, no matter how much you know, you can't say it, and no one will believe it when you say it, it's really ......

Xiao Songtsan wiped his eyes with a dry cloth, turned his head, his red eyes, and his little red face, Xiang Gong couldn't help but be stunned, this was clearly not a hateful gaze.

This is not right, I just embarrassed him again, embarrassed him, and beat his buttocks, why does it seem that there is a taste of love at first sight in his eyes? It was as if an idol had appeared, and not only did there be worship in the eyes, but even the face was flushed red.

"Uh-huh, let's talk about it, how can I help you!" Xiang Gong coughed dryly, he is not Zhengtai control, he can't stand Xiao Zhengtai Songtsan Gampo is so hot, he is too precocious.

"I want you to help me recover Tibet!" Xiao Songtsen Gampo's words at this time actually made Xiang Gong hear a sense of mission and an impulse to fight for himself.

"Recover Tibet, is it ......" Xiang Gong then remembered, yes, this is Wusizang, a future Tubo Zampu, how can he bring soldiers in a grand manner, uh, the boy scouts are also soldiers, how can he lead troops into Wusi Tibet so openly?

Before Xiang Gong could be puzzled, Xiao Songtsen Gampo had already begun to tell the reason.

Tibet was originally a powerful country like the Turks, and as early as the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it already had the strength to resist many princes.

After a short period of development of the Great Sui Dynasty, it has become more and more powerful, firstly, here is the plateau, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and secondly, there is the protection of the sacred mountain, and the other princes and horses who came here are like being cursed by the sacred mountain, not only the combat effectiveness has been weakened, but also the strange diseases are numerous, which ensures that Tubo has always been able to gallop only the local people of Tubo can gallop across the country, and the race is single.

Passed to Xiao Songtsen Gampo's father, it should be regarded as the thirty-second generation of Zampu, which is an unprecedented number in the Central Plains.

How many dynasties have been able to survive for more than thirty generations without decaying?

Tubo can ......

Uh, I was able to do it before.

The reason why I said that I could before was because of a big war eighteen years ago......

Hearing this, Xiang Gong's heart was shocked, it was the big battle eighteen years ago.

Unexpectedly, Wukong disrupted so many forces at that time, it was really unseemly!

Hearing this keyword eighteen years ago, Wukong's face also blushed, but then there was more respect in his eyes, as if he thought of someone worthy of his admiration.

"Eighteen years ago, in a battle in front of the Great Snow Mountain, my grandfather was killed in front of the battle by the legendary bandit leader Sun Wukong, and since then, Tubo has been in chaos......"

In the eyes of Xiao Songtsen Gampo, there was a flame of hatred, and the small fist, the green tendons pinched by him, burst out and creaked.

"Well, was there you eighteen years ago? What do you say like the real thing? Zhu Fengchun held back for a long time, at first he was concerned about the chaos and worried about Gao Cuilan's safety, so no matter what Xiao Songtsen Gampo said, he compromised.

Now that Xiang Gong has exposed Xiao Songtsen's hole card, Zhu Fengchun can't help but be annoyed, he finally has a chance to reply, how can he easily let go of Xiao Songtsan Gampo?

However, these words made all the anger and resentment of Xiao Songtsen Gampo find a breakthrough point, "What do you know? My Tibetan royal family, how much blood was shed and how many clansmen died for the first battle that year?

Abba teaches us every day that the sons and daughters of the sacred mountain will never compromise, even if they have to be attached to the Turks now in order to settle down in the small Uszang, one day, they must recapture the holy land at the foot of the sacred mountain with their own hands, so as to comfort the ancestors of the Tibetan royal family for dozens of generations! ”

Xiao Songtsen Gampo's roar made Xiang Gong finally understand that the Tubo royal family had lost their troops because of the great war, which made them lose their rule over Tubo, so they could only become vassals of the Turks and settle down in Uszang.

Wu Si Zang, it turned out to be the temporary royal capital of the Tubo royal family!

But......

"You say you have the protection of the sacred mountain, so why are you still defeated? Could it be that this time it is a disaster to cause a wall, and you are being ...... by your own people"

Xiang Gong's bold guess instantly made Xiao Songtsen Gampo look sideways, and he could deduce from just a few words that the departure of the royal family was the result of the internal fighting of the Tubo people, which was really ......

In fact, Xiang Gong knows, where is there any sacred mountain to guard? It's just that foreign soldiers are not adapted to the thin air of the plateau and have severe altitude sickness.

Under the torture of altitude sickness, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers can almost be said to be infinitely close to zero, and Xiang Gong would never believe that in order to encircle and suppress Sun Wukong, an outsider, the Tubo royal family would come out.

Then it is obvious that the Tubo people who stayed behind, taking advantage of the weakness of the royal family, Lao Zampu drove the expedition again and launched a mutiny!

This kind of power dumping is indeed a very common aristocratic game.

"Well, I guess I understand, but I'm curious, why did you come to me for help? I'm just alone! Xiang Gong is telling the truth, with his current ability, it seems that he can't do anything.

Little Songtsen Gampo let out a sigh of relief, his eyes full of suspicion, but for a moment, his gaze turned firm again.

"I used to think you couldn't do anything, but...... That was before! ”

"Oh? And now? Xiang Gong asked.