Snorted very self-defeatingly, and moved his muscles again, Mangsong Mangzan shouted directly outside: "Germania, this time you go in person!"

Seeing the gladiators waiting outside the door rushing in again, their faces were full of disappointment, and they flicked their sleeves angrily, Chi Malen rushed out of the door, and without even looking at her again, he took off his silk undershirt, and Mangsong Mangzan once again set up a shelf.

Now he puffed up his muscles, and he was really similar to what Li Jie said was tall and mighty.

On the bottom floor of the Potala Palace, the pretty and reddish Chi Ma Lun sat alone on a chair in annoyance, and in her hands, a mirror from the Jingshi Workshop repeatedly reflected her cheeks.

Contemporaneous women mostly use lead powder to make up white, and then apply rouge, but Li Jie gradually led the trend of light makeup, using egg white, honey and some traditional Chinese medicine plants to rejuvenate the skin, and then slightly smeared with some kaolin with Chinese medicine dyes made of light powder, slightly blush The plain style has swept the Tang Dynasty lady class, and has long been in contact with the noble ladies of the Fujian people.

Chi Ma Lun, who can be born in the upper class of Tubo and has good genes, is undoubtedly a beauty, with tender skin, slender cheeks, abandoning the red face of Tubo, coupled with perennial maintenance, it makes Chi Ma Lun a little brighter, but looking at his beautiful face in the mirror, Chi Ma Lun's anger has not subsided, but has intensified, and the heat is like adding fuel to the fire.

No matter how good the face is, no one appreciates it, what's the use?

In the end, he simply grabbed the mirror and slammed it on the ground, and in the crisp sound, the expensive Min mirror immediately fell apart, his chest rose and fell, and Chi Malen smashed his fist on the precious table made of rosewood.

In the history of Li Jielai, many people know Wu Zetian, but they don't know that there is also a Wu Zetian-style figure almost at the same time, that is, Chi Ma Lun, Zampu Mangsong Mangzan married him when he succeeded to the throne when he was young, and ruled with Zampu for more than 30 years, after Mangsong Mangzan died early, Chi Ma Lun supported his young grandson to be in power for more than 20 years, ruling Tubo for nearly half a century.

During this period, Tubo passed through the fierce transition period of Buddhism and Bon, disposed of the more and more high-flying Gar family, forced the Qinling to commit suicide, took away Tuguhun from under the nose of the Tang Dynasty, and developed the power of Tubo to the Western Regions and Central Asia.

Like Wu Zetian, Chi Malun is also a woman, and when her man is there, her biggest reliance is still on men! Although politics was very important to her, Mansong Mangzan was all she had, and just now, Mansong Mangzan's tone and gaze, which regarded her as a tool rather than a woman, was like a stab in Chimaren's chest, making her tremble in pain.

"Li Chenxi !!"

His eyes were piercing, and his voice was soaked in ice slag.

But at this moment, the door of the main hall suddenly opened, and a monk dressed as a Tang Confucian monk entered cautiously.

Even if it is Chimalen's father, his daughter has become hotter and hotter over the years, and Gyaltsen Sangha is afraid, especially today, looking at Chimarun with a face like frost, Gyaltsen Sangha is afraid in his heart, and a cold chill runs from the bottom to the top of his spine.

But without the arrogance of seeing Ling Huqi, Gyaltsen Sangha humbly urged his head and bowed carefully in an extremely respectful tone.

"Zanmeng, the news from outside, it's all ready, and the Qinling side is also ready to go!"

Still hesitating, looking at Chi Ma Lun's sharp eyes looking directly at him, after a shudder, Gyaltsen Sangha still couldn't help but ask with difficulty.

"We don't have the Lu family, do we really want to cooperate with the Gar family? We are the four great Shang clans! ”

The four Shang clans are the first four clans that established Tibet together with the Zampu royal family, and the four guards are composed of them, while the Gar family is a small local tribal aristocracy that was conquered later, but now it has come to the top and pressed on the head of the four Shang clans, that is, the struggle between the aristocratic class and the emerging landlord class, and the two factions have always had sharp contradictions.

It seemed that the corners of his mouth were still twitching, and the two small fists were tightly tightened, and after a while, Chi Ma Lun said coldly and arrogantly: "Of course we have to cooperate!"

In a short period of time, as if all emotions had been forgotten, Wu Zetian in the history of Tubo even showed some sneers.

"I appreciate King Min's words the most, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests!"

Finally, with his hands clenched into fists, the Gyaltsen monk bowed his head and remained silent.

…………

This day seems to be extraordinarily long for the Potala Palace, perhaps Chimaren's anger also affected the mood of Mangsong Mangzan, after training with a few gladiators, the rare Mangsong Mangzan felt extremely bored, left a group of people, put on a wide silk robe, and went straight to the top of the Potala Palace.

The Potala Palace, modeled after the Tang-style palace, is so tall that the entire city seems to be able to cover the present, in addition to refining itself and convening a ministerial conference, what Mangsong Mangzan* does is to stand on a high place and look down on his empire.

Every time I see this, I am intoxicated by Mangsong Mangzan.

Today's Luoshu City seems to be extraordinarily calm, except for the monks who are always busy in the temples near the city, even the nobles who fight cocks and horses on weekdays are rare, Mangsong Mangzan knows that this is the recent economic blockade of Damin that makes every nobleman unhappy, but Mangsong Mangzan doesn't care, he is the Zampu of Tubo, and all nobles must obey him.

Just when Mangsong Mangzan was admiring his empire, cold, intermittent black smoke came into his eyes, and the faintly audible shouts made Mangsong Mangzan can't help but chuckle in his heart.

At about noon, the nearby tribal manor driven by the cavalry of the Fujian army rushed into the city, and the black and oppressive crowd fled into the city from all directions in terror, breaking the majesty and tranquility maintained by the Tibetans.

The streets were full of stray slaves, and the nobles were smashed into pieces, and the guards guarding the city immediately rushed to the streets, but in the face of as many as tens of thousands of people, the guards composed of various tribes were also washed away.

More and more soldiers were sent to the front, leaving the city of Logos empty.

In addition to the towering main building, the Potala Palace also has several palaces, and when everyone's attention was on the sudden turmoil, the closed towering gate of the Potala Palace suddenly opened.

Hundreds of lords, nobles, ministers, and armor soldiers who had been preparing for a long time broke through the door, like a flock of black crows, and at the forefront was a mature military general wearing rhino skin armor and a moon crown, handsome and white, somewhat not like the Turks.

Garchin Mausoleum.

From the beginning of assisting the Great Min to attack the kingdom of the Shalouqi people, the talent of the Garqin Tomb began to be revealed, and he was designated as the heir of the Gar family by Lu Dongzan, but just a while ago, Lu Dongzan died of a sudden illness, so that the Gar family, which was inclined to the government and the opposition, also began to loosen.

The doors of the forbidden palace opened one after another, and this political force that was enough to influence Tibet was also approaching step by step, guarding the palace gate with the children of various families, but there were always people who stepped forward and ordered them to open the door, one after another.

The main building of the Potala Palace, which was about to reach the sky, was about to reach the eyes, but unfortunately this team was blocked at the last door.

"Garchinling, are you going to rebel?"

Still wearing the wide silk robe and bare-chested, and holding an extraordinarily heavy two-handed knife in both hands, Mangsong Mangzan blocked the entrance to the Potala Palace in great annoyance.

This is a forbidden place, and those who trespass are dead! After all, it was Zampu, Mangsong Mangzan's anger made the elite ministers of the various clans also couldn't help but stir, but the face of Garqinling, who was leading the front, did not change a little, and he knelt on one knee at once, and made a military salute but asked extremely strongly: "The last general does not dare!" However, everyone asked Zampu to change the policy towards Damin! ”

was stunned for a moment, and Mangsong Mangzan immediately became even more annoyed and roared loudly: "It's a battle and it's my Zampu's business, why don't you wait for a lot of talk, and don't retreat!"

"Zampu, everyone can't live anymore!"

Suddenly, the quiet ministers also made a commotion, and someone took the lead in shouting, and immediately, the roar of gossip came from all directions.

"The price of silk has tripled!"

"There's no more food in the territory!"

"There is no agarwood for the Buddha,*!"

"The slave children are starting to starve, and they are going to rebel!"

The cooperation between the two major political blocs that almost represented Tibet, and even the Zampu relatives joined in, and for a while, Mangsong Mangzan seemed to feel that the whole world was against him, and the feeling of being isolated was particularly strong, which made him can't help but panic.

Seeing this, the leading Garqinling couldn't help but be more complacent, and asked more highly: "Is it war or peace, and please make a decision, if you go south to plunder Damin, the last general is willing to be the vanguard!"

Obviously, he felt that he could kill this guy who made him angry with a knife, but almost all the tribal ministers rose up against him, which made Mangsong Mangzan's original Zampu arrogant heart begin to shatter little by little, and he even had an urge to escape.

At this tense moment, the door of the main building of the Potala Palace behind him suddenly opened a crack, wearing a gorgeous and cumbersome Zanmeng dress embroidered with gold wire, holding prayer flags, and carefully woven silk, Chi Malen walked out of it dignified and dignified.

The days when Zanmeng presided over the daily government were simply more than that of Zanpu Mangsong Mangzan, and her prestige made the noisy ministers couldn't help but be quiet, and when she looked back, Mangsong Mangzan immediately showed a great surprise on her face.

"Zanmeng, immediately mobilize the four guards and take down all this group of rebellious ministers and thieves!"

It's a pity that this time, Chi Ma Lun, who has always been obedient, shook his head slowly, and said in a cold voice: "Zampu, you should obey the ministers!"

It was even more shocking than the sudden rebellion of the ministers, and Mangzon Mangzan's face froze there in disbelief