Only by making sure that this reliable person is still there, can everyone feel at ease.

Shen Sanwen and Wang Bin are very self-aware, and salted fish must have the consciousness of salted fish.

Survive these few days, so that the outside world looks like no matter who is missing, it will still work, even if it turns a little slower and stiffer, it's okay.

The two looked at each other, and everything was silent.

Shen San asked people straight.

Wang Bin is very flustered.

Naturally, I have to call Song Jing again.

Song Jing was responsible for giving advice on how to deal with it, and after the three of them discussed, the two of them wrote down the opinions in detail.

When discussing, Wang Shen and Shen would not give much advice, as long as there were no principled major issues, Song Jing's opinions were the main ones.

Dealing with the government, what is approved is the relationship between all parties, Wang Bin is a playboy, Shen Sanwen has always been in the top position, it is difficult to see through the little Jiujiu, or a person like Song Jing who has been destroyed and tortured by officialdom can handle the things well.

The wording was easy for Shen Sanwen and Wang Bin, and what they wrote also improved the literacy level of the text format.

Shen San asked if Wu Zetian didn't like people with literary talents, and he wrote more cultured.

The princess couldn't help but laugh when she saw the completely different styles in the replies submitted by government affairs in the past few days.

Their reply doesn't seem to be a problem, and it's even carefully worded, but the meaning is not so clear. Shen San asked about the customary dictionary of the line, Wang Bin's writing emphasized the ornate words, and Song Jing, who consulted with them, naturally understood it, but as soon as he left, the meaning had to be pondered, and it was sent to the locality, and whether he could understand the two words with the cultural level of the magistrate.

The simplicity and straightforwardness of Cui Xuan's reply naturally makes sense.

This is the experience of dealing with local affairs, so that there is no embarrassment for the people below, and there is no problem of conveying the wrong intention.

Shen Sanwen was dumbfounded when he learned about this.

You must know that in the future, a resignation letter with humor and funny stalks can make the people of the whole country laugh.

But in this era, this official document has to be straightforward and popular, for fear that people will not understand it.

This is the gap, Shen San asked how much education is good, and said to others.

Then when dealing with affairs, he silently changed the exaggerated words and phrases.

Cui Xuanxing walked all the way in the carriage and then rode all the way, bent on going to the Turks as soon as possible.

Zhang Yang is low-key, and he has lived a small life silently for a period of time in Luoyang, not swaggering like other princes and grandsons, although he is very favored, but he has never had a bad reputation, and the soldiers under his jurisdiction are the same, there is no burning, killing and looting, but a lot of good things have been done to build roads and bridges.

Wu Zetian has a grudge against the huge generals of the family, and he is very important to the vague and weak people in this family and those who have no background.

He had only met Zhang Yang a few times, not to mention that he believed it, because of Shen Sanwen's relationship, Zhang Yang had an impression of him.

Thinking that Zhang Yang had misunderstood him and the Turkic princess, he was a little amused.

Now that the two have married, these things are still publicized and ashamed of him, so there is no pressure to come to the door like this.

"Childe, I'm too tired to travel like this, so it's better to rest for a day tomorrow." The guards kindly reminded them that they didn't care, Cui Xuanjiaogui was afraid that he couldn't stand this intensity of hurrying, and when he got off the horse, his body was a little stiff.

"It's okay, it's important to go this time, I arrived a day earlier, and the stone in my heart could fall early." Cui Xuan gently refused.

People can't escape the future, what should come is always coming, even if it is not the ending he wants, he knows it early and responds, he will face it bravely.

Great view from the side plug.

Because of the war between the two sides, the border land, people on both sides are not easy to set foot on, weeds grow wildly, from time to time there are a few wild flowers, without the shelter of trees, even more endless.

Cui Xuan remembered what he saw in Wu Yanxiu's Turkic gazetteer, as well as the poems about the wind blowing grass and seeing cattle and sheep.

In fact, he should have walked around a long time ago, like Shen Sanwen did when he was young, free and capricious, and saw the magnificent mountains and the sea.

If he enters the territory under the jurisdiction of the Turks in the past and now under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou, it will still be the same, and he must play for a few more days.

The steppe is windy.

In the hot summer, it can also make people dizzy, and when you don't exercise and don't activate your blood, no matter how high the temperature is, you can feel the wind gusting.

When you talk about bitter cold, you talk about such a gale.

So, their tents were thick and tightly rooted in the ground.

Such days are extremely free and easy, you don't have to live in one place all the time, the scenery here is tired of seeing, the water and grass are not beautiful, just change to a good place.

Therefore, they are rarely nostalgic for the good old days, looking forward to and believing that the future will be better.

Unlike the people of the Central Plains, they are afraid of the words of the people around them.

In the next place, even if the whole family moves, they can still change neighbors.

There are always quiet and generous neighbors.

If he grew up here, he should not have the weight of those families, and even if he has the passion for the nation and the country, he will not look ahead.

Cui Xuan let go of his mind and rode his horse on the grassland, never having such freedom.

The guard door did not follow, silently waiting for him to come back, it was not easy for the young master these years.

The Turks are also safe now.

Relying on one's own labor in exchange for food every day may be boring, but it is still very acceptable to fight with life and blood year after year.

Especially the older generation, who are scarred and have witnessed the death of their friends, cherish the preciousness of life even more.

They have committed crimes in the Central Plains and have paid the price. Now that the atmospheric Great Zhou Empire is willing to accept them as a part and let them be fed and clothed, what is there to dissatisfaction with. After all, they went there several times, and the proceeds were not distributed to them, and their lives were not as comfortable as they are today.

The younger generation, who have not been baptized by the war, only know that they can now be fed, can have clean and warm new clothes, and in the early years of the formation of national identity, there is no objection to the identity of the people of the Great Zhou.

After Cui Xuanze horses, he was not in a hurry to go back.

He came to a place inhabited by Turks.

He didn't expect that the Turks could now live so close to the border, and he couldn't believe it when he looked at the smiles on the faces of the residents.

I didn't expect that this method of using the Turks to manage the Turks and cultivate a sense of national identity would really work.

Cui Xuan unconsciously stepped forward and stopped an old man who was hurrying home.

"Excuse me, old man, where is this?"

When the old man saw his dress, he understood that he was from the old frontier.

However, the old man did not have the slightest abnormality because of this, as if it was a common thing to see people dressed like this.

"This is the Haha and Han tribe of the Great Zhou Turkic tribe, if this prince asks for directions, he can go all the way to the official mansion."

"What government?" Cui Xuan was a little puzzled.

"The capital of the Turkic Autonomous Prefecture, there are people from everywhere in it, and you can go anywhere to reason if you need help or are bullied." The old man replied happily, with pride and relief in his tone.

(End of chapter)