Despite the haste along the Ancient Tea Horse Road and the large contingent of immigrants, the expedition to Guanzhong still failed to make it to the Spring Festival, and it was not until the end of January of the new year that it returned to the new capital of Jingshi, located in the north of Tianzhu on the banks of the Ganges River.

Even if the New Year's Festival has just passed, to welcome the triumphant return of the King of Fujian, the Beijing Division is still jubilant as the New Year, from the north gate Xuanwu Gate to enter, the prison Li Rang who stayed in the Beijing Division, Fengge Ling Wu Meiniang led the court officials all at the city gate to welcome the soldiers who returned from afar, and beside the palace gate, tens of thousands of Fujian officials and gentry families also excitedly welcomed over.

Although the imperial examination system in Fujian has been more widely promoted, the general political system of Fujian still cannot escape the shadow of family politics, there is no way, in this era, it is the family that monopolizes the vast majority of intellectuals, and in a foreign land, the local ruling unit composed of a family is absolutely stronger than a single poor child, fortunately, compared with the country, Fujian also needs to rule a wider range of Tianzhu people, Persians and conquered peoples everywhere.

Not only the lower Tang people, but even the Goguryeo, Tieler, Turkic, and even Japanese people who integrated into the Tang people have become the ruling class, and under the spread of the Chinese civilization, even Brahmanism and Zoroastrianism, that is, Zoroastrianism, have introduced many rituals in China.

For example, ancestor worship, such as the Spring Festival.

It is precisely because of the family politics that the families inherited from the Middle Ages have no proportion to the name, and the branches of the various families that first moved to the Fujian State were the branches established in the Fujian State under the suggestion that they lobbied the Central Plains family and did not put their eggs in one basket, just as the Fujian State was a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, and nominally these branches were shorter than the main family of the Central Plains.

But now, the form has changed, the monarch of Fujian, their king, Li Jie, can depose the monarch of the Tang Dynasty and manipulate the political situation of the Tang Dynasty! Even if the Min State is not allowed to override the Tang Dynasty, at least it is on an equal footing, then the various families with the surnames of the Fujian State will be on an equal footing with the status of the main family of the Central Plains!

Even if it comes from the same source, the taste of the dwarf is still uncomfortable, and now, I can finally raise my eyebrows, even if the elders of the family who are far away in Nantianzhu hurriedly rushed back to the capital in advance, the sudden enthusiasm caught Li Jie off guard, and had no choice but to comfort these seventy and eighty old immortals one by one outside the triumphal ceremony, and the old men of the family were satisfied and left, delaying for half a day, Li Jie, who was anxious to reunite with his wife and children, was completely depressed.

Fortunately, this depression paid off, and unconsciously, the prestige of the Min court rose to a higher level among the major families.

I haven't seen it for more than half a year, both the Jingshi and the Min Palace have changed a lot, the pavilions and pavilions of the palace have increased a lot, no longer so empty, the pavilions and markets in the Beijing Division have also become more abundant, countless business travelers from the south to the north meet here, and the Jingshi has become a new international metropolis, where various cultures, ideas, and items collide fiercely.

Even near Suzaku Street, an important main thoroughfare, there are two temples placed on opposite sides, a Christian cathedral on one side and an Islamic mosque on the other, so that the residents of Jingshi can see a wonder every day, across Suzaku Street, priests and imams loudly proclaim their religion in broken Tang language, and at the same time try to point out that Sang scolded Huai and belittled the other side.

The melee of various religions has become a very famous scene in Beijing, at the beginning Constantine the Great because of the mixed ideas of various sects caused by the chaos of the rule and headaches, and finally had to simply ban all sects, specifically respect Christianity as the state religion, to Li Jie, would rather the various sects in the regional conflict into chaos, rather than monopolize a certain religion, competition can bring progress and balance, how to become the hegemonic Christianity in the next few centuries *, bloody ugliness and struggle for power Li Jie knows clearly.

The court of the Min State is more of a referee, as long as your religion does not oppose the Min State and does not instigate people to kill people and set fires, you are allowed to establish a religion, as for religious conflicts? It's simpler, now the huge Tianzhu is full of construction sites in the process of Huaxiaization, and if you find a position to send it over, you will basically not be able to come back in this life.

After several lessons, even the original dominant Brahmanism obediently shrank up, and the annual Uncovered Conference debated fiercely among the various sects, but there was much less bloodshed and conflict.

After only one day of rest in the magnificent Fujian Palace, Li Jie had to set foot on the court again, no way, the political situation is not a game, Guanzhong is progressing at the same time, Tianzhu itself, and even the changes in Central Asia have not stopped, and a lot of things have piled up when Li Jie is not in China alone, and he needs to make a decision.

During this period of time, several generals led the army to conquer the south and finally successfully met on the coastline of the Indian Ocean, which was an unprecedented war of conquest in the history of Tianzhu, the first time that a dynasty completely ruled the north and south of Tianzhu, the original tribal regime was crushed, and the former Tianzhu nobles either took refuge in the Fujian State, or were killed completely.

Then the problem comes, immigration rule, transportation, economy, religion, and even the reward of meritorious personnel, are all problems, immigrants are good to say, this time Tianzhu received more than 400,000 Tang people from Guanzhong, these people are the core force, mixed with meritorious families, and then bring the vast number of Persians and Northern Tianzhu people, in agricultural areas, transportation areas or mining areas to build cities.

There is a need to build a city there, and to whom will it be awarded? How can we maintain the balance of the Maison? On the first day of going home to work, Li Jie was still happy, but watching the mountains of internal affairs made him have a headache, especially listening to Wu Meiniang's analysis of the intricate family relationship balance.

"This king won't do it, okay!"

On this day, the palace forbidden army guarding outside the Zichen Hall of the Min Palace, Leng Buding heard a scream like killing a pig......

While Li Jie was having a headache in the court over the mountains of things, a large group of Romans in Asia Minor, Ancatolia, and the barren town of Umar were also struggling for a livelihood.

The Eastern Roman Empire was established for more than 400 years, and for more than 300 years, it was competing with the Persian Empire for the rich West Asia and North Africa, Syria and Egypt were often battlefields, after hundreds of years of glory, in fact, the Romans' combat effectiveness had long since disappeared, and even the race was more integrated with the Greeks.

The problem is that a large number of lightly armed people have entered the army and are engaged in endless battles with the barbarians of the East, and the remaining old and weak are still alive.

The sun is setting, Amur. Komnenos worriedly drove his few lean sheep in the direction of the ancient city, which was not yet his, but owned by a large farm in the military area.

Just two years ago, the Arab army once captured the last fortress of Byzantium, the Ancatolia Military District, and later, because of the internal power struggle and signed a peace agreement with Byzantium, before the withdrawal, this group of poor barbarians from the Arabian desert almost plundered the already poor Ancatolia, this flock of sheep or Amur and more than a dozen other neighbors gritted their teeth to send the last few family descendants to the Byzantine army, relying on the military pay sent by their sons and nephews.

Years of war destroyed the Byzantine army, the current Heraclius dynasty on the one hand is trying to build new mercenaries, on the other hand, it is also restoring the original military district system, sending away the boys, Amur and their neighbors have to re-serve as soldiers in the military district, under normal circumstances, they are not qualified at this age, but unfortunately the policy is being restored, but the people have not changed, even if they are over fifty years old, once the enemy attacks, Amur still has to throw down his hoe and immediately go to the battlefield.

"It's good that peace is coming, it's good not to fight!" Driving a flock of sheep, Amur looked at the ancient city walls of the same color as the barren folded mountains in the afterglow of the setting sun, and sighed heartily.

As long as they live, there is hope, the barren fields will be full of crops, the sheep will grow again, and the Ancatolians will regain their abundance.

Just when Amur sighed, on the ancient city in his eyes, a large flag printed with a double-headed eagle was waved desperately, it should be Leonardo, the centurion of the military district.

"Old things don't fill too much bitter ale, do they? Damn, he won't leave it for me! ”

A lot of wrinkles on the door of the head are gone, together, Amur immediately jumped to his feet in anger and drove the sheep to speed up the pace and was about to go back to find this old guy theory, cold and unguarded did not take a few steps, suddenly a violent vibration came from under his feet, cold not low Amur only then remembered that the military flag waved to the right continuously, which means that the enemy cavalry came from the east!

"It's over!"

Leaving the sheep behind and climbing up a nearby hill, Amur's eyes were full of Muslim cavalry dressed in fine chain mail, flying the banner of the stars, moon and sun, and wheeling extremely sharp Damascus swords.

"Christ, how did you forsake us?" Falling to his knees with a thud, Amur prayed to the sky in despair.

Ten minutes later, although the generals sent by Constantinople still wanted to serve the Heraclius, but the small city was really exhausted by the fierce war, two hundred "cavalry" riding twenty thin horses, under a round of arrows and annihilation, the old and weak guarding the city gate simply raised the white flag to open the city gate, did not even stop for a moment, countless Muslim warriors along the Roman road in Asia Minor all the way to Constantinople to kill.

After two years, the battle cry of the Arab Empire once again resounded in the land of Eastern Rome!

Standing on the undulating barren hills of Ancatolia, the governor of Syria, or the new caliph, Mu'awiyah, the great leader of the Umayyad family, held the hilt of his cold Damascus sword, looked in the direction of the sea, and ...... sneering on his face.