Now the Persian plateau, the northeast is the Khorasan province of the Xia Kingdom, and the central region is the Kingdom of Iran supported by the Xia Kingdom, Iran originally means the Aryan kingdom, and the meaning of this term specially chosen by the Xia Kingdom is to render the national pride of the Persians and try to free them from the influence of Tianfang. Judging from the practical effect, so far it is still good, and the Kingdom of Iran, as a loyal ally of the Xia Kingdom in the Two Rivers region, is a reliable barrier to the western part of the Kingdom.

But the Xia Kingdom also didn't want the Iranian Dynasty to be too strong, and if it really had the heart to restore the glory of its ancestor Darius I, then half of the territory of the Xia Kingdom would have to be ceded to him. Therefore, the Xia Kingdom also has some thoughts and has fostered a lot of opposition for the Iranians. For example, some Greeks were found to pretend to be descendants of Alexander, and some local natives were found to be descendants of the Serbs, and the women that the three strangers saw in the courtyard were said to be the descendants of the last prince of the Persian Empire, and the holy daughters of the Persian Zoroastrians.

Cheng Qi's eyelids jumped twice, and he couldn't help but say, "Does she have a holy fire order?" ”

The great monk didn't know what he was talking about, and Cheng Qi smiled dumbly: "I thought of a legend...... If you write it, you will be able to cheat some wine money. ”

The two old friends were also idle, so they coaxed and urged him to tell the story. Cheng Qi cut off the branches of the story of the Saintess Dai Qisi and Miss Xiaozhao that he knew in his previous life, and told it with added fuel and vinegar.

Back at the inn, Cheng Qi had an itch for a while, and couldn't help but rewrite a draft of the story in "Yitian", preparing to cheat a few more manuscript fees and coax a few ignorant girls after returning to China.

He plagiarized in his study, while Guo Shan and Huang Yang were wandering the streets. Originally, this Fanyang Fort belonged to a military town, and there was no interesting scenery, but on the way back, the two saw an antique shop, so they went in to see, the owner of the shop is a mixed blood of Han and Fan, the main seller sold some cheap ancient coins, the two of them each bought some copper coins in the Middle Ages that I don't know if they are true or false, and admired a few gold and silver coins collected by the owner of the shop, chatted casually, and asked some of the surrounding customs. Just as he was about to say goodbye, Huang Yang suddenly seemed to remember something and took out the arrow he had picked up on the grassland.

"Boss, do you recognize this?"

The boss took it and looked at it twice: "It's an old arrow, it's not worth much." ”

"When was that?"

"Judging by the degree of corrosion, it must be two or three hundred years old. However, the climate on the grassland is different from here, so it's hard to say exactly when. ”

After saying goodbye to the boss, the two of them wandered around for a while, but there was no fun - after all, this is a bitter cold place outside the western part of the country. As soon as the fresh energy of the first arrival passes, people still miss the gentleness of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. What's more, the wind sword and frost sword here are far more severe than Luoyang Bianliang, and the two of them quickly fled back to the hotel when they saw that the sun was dark.

After returning to the hostel, Huang Yang went to Cheng Qi's room to take a look, only to see that he was still splashing ink in front of the desk, and he couldn't help but think of the past when he and him were on the train from his hometown to Bianjing.

Guo Shan bit the cake-cut snacks he bought on the street, and when he saw that he was also sitting respectfully at the desk, he asked, "Do you want to write something?" ”

"I suddenly had a little bit of inspiration." Huang Yang said: "Let's write an article on the whereabouts of Tang Jun...... The story begins with the Anshi Rebellion. It was shortly after the end of the Battle of Cinross. Gao Xianzhi's army returned to the four towns of Anxi, ready to regroup and fight to the death with the black-clothed food again. But what he didn't expect was that the two thieves of An and Shi launched a rebellion, and Gao Xianzhi had to command the main army of the four towns of Anxi to return to the Central Plains. I didn't expect it to be goodbye. And the few garrisons he left in Anxi, in the face of the black-clothed food's step-by-step advance, could only continue to move under the sympathy of all the ethnic groups in the Western Regions, and finally disappeared into the long river of history little by little......"

Guo Shan nodded and said, "It's a magnificent story." But what he didn't expect was that Huang Yang's words made him drop his jaw:

"Think about where they're going? Maybe you encountered the turbulence of time and space and returned to the Qin Dynasty? Or were they collectively transported to the mysterious Atlantis? Ah, what an exciting imagination! ”

Guo Shan jumped out of a sentence for a long time: "Guan Gong Zhan Qin Qiong, you really have you!" ”

Huang Yang accepted this as a compliment: "The mysterious island, the giant orangutan, and the vanishing legion, readers like to read this." Serious historiography? Can only flow at the professor's desk. ”

So, for the rest of the time, the two "writers" were in their own rooms to point out the country and promote the words. In terms of writing alone, the two sides are comparable, but Huang Yang's "pit product" is much better than Cheng Qi's, after all, his length is shorter, and he belongs to the category of what literary critics call "novellas". And Cheng Qi's "Smiling Proud Jianghu" since his debut has not been finished until now. Miss Ren is still eating fasting and chanting Buddha in Shaolin Temple, and Linghu Shaoxia seems to never be able to finish that journey. Fortunately, the readers of the Great Song Dynasty were gentle and elegant, and they didn't send blades to the author, and second, they didn't go to the editorial department to violently urge the change, otherwise Cheng Qi would be hanged on the street lamp even if he had nine lives.

However, the so-called debts are not worried, lice are not itchy, Cheng Qi wrote some words leisurely, and embarked on the return journey with two friends.

By the time they returned to Heavenly City, another half a month had passed. However, Tianzhong City is worthy of being the capital of Western Xia that took a hundred years to build, with a pleasant climate and fragrant trees. On Wanggong Street, Cheng Qi found a post office and sent his manuscripts to the editor-in-chief of Peng Da in one go. I also bought some newspapers. After all, Tianzhong City is the capital of a country, not only the newspapers of the Western Xia and the mainstream newspapers of the Great Song Dynasty, but also the newspapers of the Liao Kingdom.

After Cheng Qi returned to the hotel, he sat on the tea table in the hall and flipped through a few pages of newspapers at random, and suddenly inadvertently, his eyes skimmed the headline of a Liao newspaper.

"The culprits of the treason have been punished, and the remaining party is on the run."

While they were walking around in the ravine of the Hindu Kush, on the fifth day of June of that year, the crown prince of Liao was assassinated by the so-called "citizens" on the square in front of the Grand National Assembly.

After the incident, the Liao Emperor was extremely angry, and once ordered the governor of the nine gates of the capital to demand that the murderer be severely punished. After more than 10 days of searching, the seven Civic Party members involved in the organization, planning and operation fell into the hands of the police, and then the death sentence was pronounced and immediately carried out by the Imperial Council without a court trial.

This incident, known as the "June Incident" in later historians, was collectively referred to as the June Party members, including the Progressives who were later united by sympathy for the incident, but they are still in danger of being arrested by the police and may be hanged at any time in Liao.

The entire Great Liao suddenly fell into a white terror. Many years later, some people recalled the scene at that time, and they still had lingering palpitations: "In the middle of the capital, Ti rode out in all directions, and the family of the princess Ding Shi was especially inevitable, and the people were small? ”

For a time, Bianliang suddenly had many elegant but impetuous-hearted northerners—and most of them were aristocratic young people with strong blood.