ps: In the new month, ask for a monthly pass and a reward, don't look too shabby!

If it weren't for waiting for the person in front of him, Ye Yingwu would probably be on his way back to the south at this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After all, as the monarch of the Ming Dynasty, this trip to the north has actually taken four months, and the time is not short, Ye Yingwu doesn't want to wait for the music of the imperial history platform to be sent to the desk, and then he will pack up the bed and go home, and he still feels that he still has it.

Sonam Sampo sat cross-legged in front of Ye Yingwu, holding a trick that Ye Yingwu rarely saw, and in the curling incense, the monk in Tibetan Buddhist robes bowed his head slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't know if he was reciting the scriptures.

Xiao Yangzi walked over with an expressionless face, carefully put down the teacup in his hand, and then turned to leave. After all, as an out-and-out embryo killer, Xiao Yangzi's greatest pleasure is to cut people on the battlefield, and the most admired nature is naturally Ye Yingwu, so he is very uninterested in this living Buddha who suddenly appeared.

"The living Buddha came all the way to come, and it was very hard to eat and sleep in the open, so I tasted the tea of the Central Plains first." Ye Yingwu said with a smile.

Sonam Sampo raised his head and nodded, the expression on his face was a little unnatural, but he still picked up the teacup and took a sip politely, suddenly frowned slightly, and said in a somewhat suffocated Chinese: "Your Majesty, the little monk is a little puzzled, although the little monk has only walked through Hexi and Guanzhong, but the tea leaves in the Han land have been tasted, including Lushan Yunwu Tea and Guishan Rock Green Tea, although I don't know whether it is true or false, but it has a different taste from Your Majesty's tea, is there anything to pay attention to?" ”

Ye Yingwu was not in a hurry to taste it, but said with a smile: "Since the living Buddha knows something about tea, he must also know that this good tea is often produced in the southeast and southwest mountains, because of the natural humid climate and mountains, it can cultivate good tea, and the Central Plains is flat and relatively dry, and there is no famous tea in Guanzhong and Heluo, but at that time, the capital of the Han and Tang dynasties was in Guanzhong, and the home of the southern tea tree emperor was naturally very curious, so one or two plants were planted in the forbidden garden, although they did not taste it, they were always appreciated, and they were considered to be rare. Later, although the palace ban was abandoned, a few surviving tea trees were still found in Shanglin Yuan, and the tea in the teacup in front of the living Buddha was the tea leaves of these tea trees. ”

Sonam Sampo's hand holding the teacup shook slightly, and the tea almost spilled.

The meaning of Ye Yingwu's words is basically that everyone can understand it, which is clearly telling Sonam Sangpo that Daming has come this far, and he is destined to be the next Han and Tang Dynasty.

Those who offend me as a strong man will be punished even if they are far away.

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.

Sonam Sangpo still has a certain interest in Han literature, and can be regarded as familiar with the Han family's records and historical materials about Hexi and the Western Regions, and at this moment it is these two sentences that echo in his mind. The words are striking in my heart, sonorous and powerful.

Behind these two short sentences, there is the high sword raised by a strong army of heroes in the Han and Tang dynasties, and the tragic experience of the people in the Western Regions in the rolling dust. Sonam Sangpo grew up in Hexi, and naturally understands that "the death of my Qilian Mountain will prevent my six animals from thriving; What happened behind the death of my women, making my women colorless.

Now that the most powerful Mongols and Hui people in the entire Western Regions are being chased by the Ming Dynasty, and the Tibetans are facing the fierce Ming force in Hexi, Sonam Sampo knows very well what will happen. He subconsciously looked up slightly at the carved beams and paintings of the Luoyang Palace, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

Ban Zhida, have you ever thought about what the price you will pay if you make a wrong move?

(Author's note: In 1246 A.D., Sakya Pandita, the leader of various sects in Tibet, arrived in Hexi with his nephews Bas-pa and Chana Dorjee to meet with the Mongolian Hexi commander, the second son of Ogedai Kuoduan, and reached the "Hexi Alliance", since then Tibet has been included in the jurisdiction of Mongolia, but Mongolia has only nominal rule for the time being, and it was not until later that Kublai Khan unified the whole country and gradually sent people into Tibet, making Tibet completely a part of China)

Ye Yingwu looked at Sonam Sangpo with interest.

Sonam Sangpo recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then he spoke: "Your Majesty the Emperor, now that your army has swept through the Central Plains, the restoration of the territory of the Han and Tang Dynasties must be a snap of your fingers, and the Tubo Tang Dynasty called itself the son and nephew of the central court, if Your Majesty allows it, the various sects in Tubo will still be ・・・・・・ in the future."

With his hand slapping the table, Ye Yingwu said with a smile: "How did you promise the Mongols?" ”

Sonam Zangpo was speechless for a while, at that time, under the pressure of the Mongol army, Sakya Pandita almost said that he gave away everything in Tibet, just to save the lives of Tibetans, and now the Tibetans have not seen the power of the Ming people, if they rashly agreed to any conditions, there is no way to explain when they go back. What's more, what the Han and Tang dynasties are most happy to do on weekdays is to receive vassal states, and even have a large number of rich rewards, originally Sonam Sangpo wanted to take advantage of Ye Yingwu's ignorance of Tibet, and first deceive a few years of time to buffer, but now it seems that he is really overthinking.

Seeing Sonam Sangpo chanting the Dharma name repeatedly, there were already beads of sweat the size of beans flowing on his forehead, Ye Yingwu couldn't help but chuckle: "The living Buddha hasn't seen the status quo yet, the defeat of the Mongolian Tatars is actually in an instant, but now they are fighting happily, and I don't want to get involved, but as long as I am willing, a million troops will sweep, not to mention the Tibetan Tibetans, how long can the Mongolian Tatars be able to support it?" The Living Buddha doesn't need to recite the Dharma number here with me, I killed it from the sea of corpses and blood, and I actually don't believe in these things for a long time. Tibet is a combination of politics (harmony) and religion, and the power of life and death is in your hands, so the Living Buddha also came to represent the war and survival of the Tibetan sect, not to give me the name of the Dharma. Let's stop staring at the conditions and talk about the conditions. ”

"This ・・・・・・" Sonam Sampo's heart was entangled for a while, but he nodded slowly.

And a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Yingwu's mouth, this time the Tibetans obviously chose the wrong representative, Sonam Sangpo is just middle-aged, although he is the successor of the next Bailan King, but he stays in the monastery all the year round, even if he is familiar with the scriptures and history, he has not experienced tempering, how can he be Ye Yingwu's opponent. If the current Bailan King Chana Dorjee came in person, he might not be led by Ye Yingwu's nose.

And if Ba Si Pa is here, I'm afraid Ye Yingwu will be even more like a great enemy.

However, Pasipa will not stand here, with his identity as a great Mongolian teacher, if he dares to take a step in the palace, I am afraid that Nanjing will explode. And since he has chosen the Mongolian side, Pas-pa will not easily defect.

Ye Yingwu can also vaguely figure out the meaning of the Tibetans sending Sonam Zangpo to come, since the death of the last great leader who can serve the public, Sakya Pandita, the spiritual leader of Tubo is the Mongolian great teacher Ba Sipa, and the actual leader is the Bailan King Chana Dorjee, the Bailan King is the title given by Mongolia to the Tibetan Great Living Buddha, and the prerequisite for wanting to be the king of Bailan is to become a Mongolian concubine. Therefore, if Chana Dorjee really appeared here, it was actually not appropriate, firstly, it meant that Tubo had a comprehensive betrayal of Mongolia, and secondly, it was easy for Ye Yingwu to have scruples and suspicions.

Under the condition that no suitable candidate could be found for a while, it was reasonable for Tubo to send Sonam Sangpo over. After all, the conditions reached with the Mongols, the whole of Tibet has been included in the territory, and even if the Ming Dynasty is greedy, there is no way to be more excessive than this.

Looking at Ye Yingwu's face, Sonam Sangpo pursed his lips slightly. He had to admit that the Ming Emperor sitting in front of him not only did not have the dignity of a high emperor, but also was indeed too young. Sonam Zangpo knew very well what it meant to be young for a founding emperor.

Often the founding emperors are the masters of great talents, but because they have wasted too much time on the long road to the founding of the country, so that their reign is often not too long, so they often leave such and such omissions and regrets, and the subsequent monarchs, it is difficult to have such talents, and it is difficult to make all this complete in a short period of time.

But Ye Yingwu is different, he is not yet twenty-five years old, this is the youngest emperor recorded in Chinese history, if it were not for the strange hand of fate and the arrangement of God again and again, Sonam Sampo believes that even if he really has great talent, there is no way to sit on the throne at this age. It can be said that this Ye Envoy of the day, the current Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, is the darling of heaven.

And Sonam Sampo doesn't want to rebel against the heavens, and even for the sky, he has a heartfelt awe.

Ye Yingwu squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "There are not many conditions for the Ming Dynasty, only two, Natu and Guiliu, from the moment the Ming Dynasty entered Hexi, Tubo is the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and when the time comes, the Ming Dynasty will send officials into Tibet to inspect the situation in Wusi and Tibet, and decide on the division of provinces." ”

Sonam Zangpo gasped.

The appearance of Daming's food is no different from Mongolia's, and it is even more ugly.

"Since the living Buddha came to this Luoyang City for two days, I must have heard of the new provincial system implemented by the Ming Dynasty, for Tubo, the same is true, according to the investigation of the imperial court, Tubo will be divided into two to three provinces for management, of course, for the Tibetan political (harmonious) religion of the tradition, the Ming is also given enough respect, when the Ming Dynasty will canonize the King of Bailan, the King of Linzhi, etc., to ensure that each province has a living Buddha of Tubo to participate in the management, In order to ensure to the greatest extent that the Tibetan people can understand and obey the laws of the Ming Dynasty and abide by the identity of the Ming courtiers. Ye Yingwu said unhurriedly, "And the identity of these living Buddhas in Tibet, and the current governors in the province, the Tibetan area is different from the Central Plains, the pacification is sent by the imperial court, the governor is produced from the local living Buddha, and the officials below are also guaranteed to be half of Han and Tibet, and even more Tibetans, I don't know what the living Buddha wants?" ”

Sonam Zangpo didn't answer in a hurry, but pondered for a long time before he raised his head to meet Ye Yingwu's smiling gaze: "Dare to ask Your Majesty, if the people of Tubo think that such a system is too harsh and do not obey the emperor's orders, what should it do?" ”

"Are you worried about that?" Ye Yingwu leaned back in his chair and took away the gaze of the knife hidden in his smile, "As long as you living Buddhas have no opinions, I'm afraid the people below won't make any trouble." If there is, then there is only one word to answer. ”

Sonam Sampo suddenly realized something, and his face turned slightly pale.

"Kill!" This word popped out from between Ye Yingwu's lips and teeth and slammed on the ground.

With a deep gasp, Sonam Zangpo was no longer in the mood to recite the Dharma number, but subconsciously kept rubbing the rosary in his hand, his face was red and white, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The word just now broke his years of cultivation.

The wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushed millions of corpses and shed thousands of miles of blood.

However, Ye Yingwu unexpectedly showed a smile: "Of course, if I am not mistaken, I guess the Living Buddha is happy to help the Ming Dynasty manage Tibet." When Princess Wencheng entered Tibet, she brought a lot of Central Plains culture and equipment to Tibet, and now the Ming Dynasty also hopes that the people of Tibet can enjoy tangible benefits from the developed economic and trade technology in the Central Plains and Jiangnan, instead of rebelling against Tianwei without knowing what to do. After all, with the Mongolian Tatars, how far can this road go? ”

Ye Yingwu spoke very softly, but the voice drifted into Sonam Sangpo's ears, but it was like a heavy hammer smashing his heart.

Because he couldn't follow the path of the Mongols, the Tibetans came to the Ming Dynasty in a hurry, so that the decisive monarch could show mercy. Now it seems that Ye Yingwu's ambition is far from being limited to Yanyun in the north and Tubo in the west, for him, if Tubo is obedient, then treat it as a people, if it is not obedient, then it will be begged by a large army.

These strange people under the mountain seem to have found a way to solve the miasma, which has protected the Tubo people for thousands of years, which once discouraged Tang Taizong's strong army, but it has completely lost its effect today. Sonam Sampo knew that if the current Ming Dynasty said crusade again, it would not be the Tang Dynasty that was putting on a show at the foot of the mountain, but really going to attack.

(Author's note: The Tibetans have always thought that the miasma protects them, but in fact it is "altitude sickness", when they saw that the Mongolians from the Mongolian Plateau were not afraid of the "miasma", the Tubo people could not resist for a while, so they could only surrender, and thought that the miasma had lost its effect, and was still obedient after the Yuan Dynasty.) ）

Gritting his teeth, Sonam Sampo knew very well that every word he would say in the future would be able to determine the fate of Tubo, but he had no choice now and now.

Standing up slowly, Sonam Sangpo recited the Dharma name lightly and said: "Your Majesty, when the red dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty appeared in the Star Gorge, Tubo was the place where the sun and moon of the Ming Dynasty shone brightly. The little monk must lead the Tubo fathers and villagers in Xingxing Gorge to wait for the Ming Dynasty. ”

Ye Yingwu nodded, looked at Sonam Sangpo, and the harmful smile on his face did not diminish at all: "Today's meeting, the living Buddha has made great contributions, to prevent the people of Tubo from falling into the flames of war, and it is not an exaggeration to praise the saint who was reincarnated in the tenth generation." I also promised the Living Buddha that when the red dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty fluttered on the Potala Palace, the Living Buddha would be the owner there. ”

Sonam Zangpo didn't say anything, just bent down deeply, then turned and walked outside.

He didn't think he was a sinner who had betrayed Tibet through and through, and he knew very well what kind of courtesy he would receive when he returned. For the Tibetans, especially the upper-class monks, how to save their lives among behemoths like Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty is the most important thing. As for more or less land, and who else is the real owner of this land, they don't really care.

Ye Yingwu looked at Sonam Sangpo's back and shook his head: "Yixuan! ”

Liang Yanwu had already turned around and walked out from behind the screen: "See Your Majesty." ”

"Immediately draft an edict and tell the Shence Army that once the reform of the provincial system is completed, they will prepare to march to Hexi, and I want to hear the news that my Daming Erlang is watching the snow in Yangguan before the spring of the next year." Ye Yingwu said slowly, his eyes already falling on the huge map behind him.

Lanzhou, Suzhou, Guazhou, Yizhou, Shazhou, Liangzhou, Shanshan, Qiuzi, Hami, Gaochang, Luntai, Xingxingxia.

Anzai Metropolitan Protectorate, Beiting Metropolitan Protectorate.

Hexi Corridor, Silk Road.

The vast west of the river, the vast western regions.

For thousands of years, how many Chinese men have shed their blood here, how many Han soldiers have been moving forward here with great courage and high spirits, and how many honors, disgraces, joys, sorrows, and blood have been buried by endless wind and sand for thousands of years.

"Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate." Ye Yingwu muttered, stretched out his hand and moved inch by inch on the map.

Every inch of mountains and rivers and every inch of blood, every inch of land here, whether it was once bathed in the spring breeze or not, was once the land of the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, and there were once Han flags flying proudly in the sky!

The land lost by these ancestors is finally presented to them again.

Looking at Liang Yanwu, who was grinding rapidly, Ye Yingwu's voice was very soft.

"What we have lost, we will take back.

This is the purpose of a certain journey through 700 years. (To be continued.) )