Thousands of miles away from Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, in the land of Tibet, a palace complex with a Tibetan style is clearly built.

A young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, sat on a soft animal skin, and in front of him lay a table with several delicate snacks and preserved fruits, and a bowl of thick, buttery-looking liquid.

This young man should not be very tall, estimated to be about five feet at most, but his figure is very stocky, with a slender face, a little nascent stubble under his chin, and a typical highland appearance.

He took a sip of the bowl of liquid in front of him, and at this time, a middle-aged man in a bright red Tubo robe ran in a little panic, and on his arm, there was a bird about thirty centimeters long.

This bird, in appearance, looks like an eagle, but it is much smaller, and there are no mustache lines on its body, and the top of its head and upper body are blue-gray, with a slight black longitudinal stripes; The tail is also blue-gray, except with a black secondary spot, which is white; The lower body is yellowish-brown, and there are complex black longitudinal stripes, and the nape of the neck is brown; White eyebrow lines.

The bird's name is Falcon, and it is the most domesticated of the falcons.

This falcon is different from Hai Dongqing, it is most suitable for sending letters, and I saw that the → falcon had a small green bamboo tube tied to its right leg, and I didn't know what information was inside.

The middle-aged man hurriedly entered the palace, first bowed deeply to the young man in front of him, and then said: "Lord Qi, there is a letter from Chang'an City!" ”

The lord of the country?

The lord of Tibet, isn't that Songtsen Gampo?

Songtsen Gampo is only seventeen years old this year, and he has received a good Tibetan aristocratic education since he was a child.

And when he was thirteen years old, his father, the old lord, Langri Songtsen, was poisoned, and the tribes of Tibet were also divided from then on. Only then did he quell the internal rebellion and unify the entire territory of Tibet, which can be said to be a generation of heroes in terms of literature and martial arts.

"Is it the Prime Minister's letter?" Songtsen Gampo put down the large bowl in his hand and looked up and said.

The middle-aged man trembled when he heard this, and continued: "If you return to the country, yes and no! ”

"Huh?" Songtsen Gampo's brows suddenly furrowed, and he continued: "What do you mean? ”

The middle-aged man peeked at Songtsen Gampo and waited to see his frowning face. Suddenly, his body trembled with fright.

This time, however, he did not speak, but lowered the falcon directly from the gray falcon standing on his arm, and then untied the small bamboo tube on his lap, which was thinner than his little thumb, and respectfully sent it to the table in front of Songtsen Gampo.

Songtsen Gampo's brows furrowed even tighter, he unscrewed the small bamboo tube in his hand, and took out a parchment scroll, which was densely covered with all kinds of magical patterns.

And Songtsen Gampo's face also began to change unpredictably as he read the contents of the parchment scroll.

Half an hour later, he slammed the parchment on the table. He scolded loudly: "Damn, why do you want to unite with those wastes in Datang? Damn, damn it! ”

"Smack!"

The things on the table were swept aside by Songtsen Gampo at once. The low table was also overturned.

It was obvious that Songtsen Gampo was in a bad mood when he saw this message hidden in the bamboo tube, and he needed to vent. Need to vent well.

Seeing Songtsen Gampo in a state of madness, the middle-aged man became silent, and he didn't even dare to move a bit. For fear of provoking Songtsen Gampo to transfer these anger to him, if the tendon is not right, he will cut him down!

After a full time of tea, when Songtsen Gampo calmed down again, there was nothing complete in the whole palace, but everything that was within reach.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him steadily, and suddenly asked out loud: "Batu, has this matter been confirmed, is it really the case?" ”

The middle-aged man named Batu quickly shook his head when he heard this, and said, "If you want to return to the country, when I get this news, I will arrange for the Falcon Falcon to fly in the direction of Chang'an City!" Just now, the information has been fed back, and I, the great minister of Tubo, Lu Dongzan, colluded with the Tang Dynasty's five surnamed Qiwang families to plot to assassinate the emperor, and everyone including my Tubo mission has been killed by the Tang army! Until now......"

Speaking of this, Batu wanted to speak again and again, and after secretly glancing at Songtsen Gampo, he said: "Until now, the head of the prime minister is still hanging above the gate of Chang'an City for public display!" ”

"What?" Songtsen Gampo stood up, paced back and forth, and said: "It's too much to deceive, it's really too much to deceive!" ”

This Da Lun, that is, Lu Dongzan, the great minister of Tubo, is the closest aide of Songtsen Gampo, and he will ask Lu Dongzan about anything.

It can be said that Lu Dongzan was also a teacher and friend in his heart of Songtsan Gampo, but now, his own mission was wiped out by the Tang army, and he also took the life of his teacher, and the most infuriating thing is that his teacher's head was hung above the city gate to show the public, which made him the most unbearable.

Songtsen Gampo, who was furious in his heart, had a gloomy face and said, "Batu, you go and call all the officials in charge of the clan to come here, I have something to announce!" ”

"Yes, Lord of the Kingdom!" Batu answered, and hurriedly retreated out of the palace.

After about a stick of incense, Batu returned, and this time he was accompanied by seven or eight Tibetan men who were also dressed in bright red robes and armor.

"Meet the Lord!"

More than a dozen people saluted Songtsen Gampo in unison.

Songtsen Gampo had a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "How is it, you all know the news, right?" ”

"Which one?"

"It can still be that, Lu Dongzan was killed in Datang!"

"No, I also heard that my Tibetan mission has been wiped out......"

As soon as Songtsen Gampo's words fell, the top of the dozen or so Tibetan officials in the palace began to talk in a whisper, and at the same time, they kept peeking at Songtsen Gampo.

"Okay, give me all the things you have to say, and it's not a bit of stealing. Dirty! Songtsen Gampo's face became darker and darker, and he continued: "You are all the principals of my Tibetan tribes, tell me how to solve this matter?" ”

"Lord of the country, anyway, our iron cavalry has already camped dozens of miles away from Songzhou, so it's a big deal to take this opportunity to directly give him a large army to suppress the realm, not afraid that he Tang Huang will not bow his head!"

Songtsen Gampo's voice fell, and suddenly an extremely tall and sturdy young man stood up, with a plateau red on his face, and said with a big grin. (To be continued......)