"Send troops to Little Bolu?"

Seeing the edict sent to his home by Gao Lishi in person, Li Linfu was stunned, and then a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

The Son of Heaven directly asked the Zhongshu Sheren to write an edict to the prime minister, which has not been a matter for a long time! Generally, it is a very important military event that will lead to such a move.

Even so, the Son of Heaven would have convened a meeting of the prime ministers to discuss. Only when there is strong opposition and the Son of Heaven wants to do something very much, will he use such a method to forcefully advance.

However, it can be said that it is the first time in more than ten years that an edict that has not been stamped by the council hall has been sent home by Colliers himself. This shows that this matter is the firm will of the Son of Heaven himself, and he must not delay and confuse the past.

Sure enough, Colliers smiled and said:

"This is the meaning of the saint, and the right minister has to do it as a big thing."

The professional smirk made Li Linfu unable to see what he was thinking, and he couldn't figure out the true intentions of Brother Moji.

"General Gao, is it better to take this matter to the council hall for discussion? Can the appearance be arranged after the consecration?

Not for anything else, mainly for fear of delaying the saint's major events. ”

Li Linfu said with some hesitation. Although he objected, he was very humble.

Brother Ji bypassed the council hall and directly dealt with military affairs without ventilating or consulting with the prime minister in advance, which is too much!

Li Linfu's power as the right minister has been invisibly deprived too much by Brother Ji, and in the long run, he will definitely lose the decision-making power of military affairs!

In the future, I will only be able to deal with daily complicated government affairs!

Wait until that step, what else does this right quite mean? Isn't it the same as when Zheng Shuqing was Jing Zhaoyin!

In the past, Brother Ji had to act like a person no matter what, and when he encountered a major event, he would call a meeting of several prime ministers to ventilate his breath. Although in the end, it will be done according to Brother Ji's wishes, but at least a few prime ministers are aware.

And now, it seems that the Son of Heaven has any decrees, and he no longer ventilates to the council hall, and he will send down a holy decree as he wants to play, and all the left and right ministers have become decorations.

It's not going to go on like this!

Even if Li Linfu knows that he is one of Brother Ji's dogs, he has to try his best to fight for the dignity he deserves as a dog!

How can a dog be undignified with a group of dogs of even lower status under him?

Li Linfu's dissatisfaction was almost beyond words, but he said it very tactfully.

"The sage said that Xiao Bolu accepted the canonization of the Tang Dynasty first, and took refuge in Tubo later. Its two-faced style, not to plow the court to sweep the holes to repay it, is not enough to promote the prestige of my Tang Dynasty.

Xiao Bolu Wang humiliated the Tang Dynasty, that is, he was humiliating the saint, did the right minister want to persuade the saint to calm his anger? ”

Colliers asked with a smile.

"No, no, no, I'm just worried that the saint is working day and night, busy with the dragon body, and has no other intentions."

Li Linfu smiled dryly, everything was said for this part, what else could he say.

"The right minister is in charge of state affairs, and the saints are all in their eyes."

Gao Lishi saluted Li Linfu and said indifferently, then turned around and left.

After he left, Li Linfu sat in front of the desk in the study and muttered, repeatedly looking at the edict in his hand.

Feng Fang Chongyong was the ambassador of the Western Regions Economic Strategy, coordinating the soldiers and horses of the four towns of Hexi and Anxi, with the goal of conquering Xiaobolu, and Fang Chongyong overseeing the relevant war matters.

This appointment gives a lot of military command!

Li Linfu didn't doubt why Fang Chongyong would get such a large amount of military power, after all, it was a rescue work. Now in the eyes of the Son of Heaven, at least half of the ministers in the DPRK and China are rebels who want to rebel but have not yet rebelled, and he only trusts a limited number of people.

The ambassador of the Western Regions is a "send" without grade. If there is no instruction from the Son of Heaven and other supporting official positions, then this position is nothing and useless.

This temporary dispatch is very similar to Fang Chongyong's previous life, when the state took the lead and organized many central and state-owned enterprises to go abroad to do super-large projects.

Each large central enterprise can be a festival envoy, and the subordinate enterprises of the central enterprise can be regarded as a certain army under the command of the festival degree envoy.

The Ambassador may deploy any military resources within the territory of the region, including but not limited to troop dispatch, personnel appointment and dismissal, material deployment, etc. However, it generally does not interfere with the daily training and recruitment of troops under the command of Jiedu.

Similarly, they generally do not directly participate in front-line operational command.

This is the product of mutual checks and balances in the military organizational structure of the Tang Dynasty since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty.

To put it simply, the ambassador only has the right to transfer troops and command the general direction, and does not interfere in the details of specific operations and the management of the army in peacetime.

This position, which has real power but no official position, and is closely related to the military affairs of the frontier, has a very delicate position.

It can be understood as a unified operation, or it can be understood as splitting up the original structure of the Northwest Military Region.

What it is depends on what Fang Chongyong will do in the Western Regions in the future. It also depends on whether he can get things done.

In this way, the Son of Heaven can take advantage of the opportunity of attacking Xiao Bolu to "integrate" the Tang Army of the Western Regions, which was originally preparing to be united, with the hand of Fang Chongyong, so that they will not be able to support the border generals in the Western Regions to stand on their own.

The Western Regions are too big, and there are rebellions in small countries almost every year, and there is no loyalty and betrayal here, only the exchange of interests of red fruits.

The Tang army has been in the Western Regions for a long time and has not been rotated for many years, and many soldiers are recruited from small local countries and settlements next to the city in the Western Regions. In such a political environment of "changing the banner of the king at the head of the city", will there be a "soil emperor"?

Can a vast and sparsely populated place like the Western Regions be an independent country?

Ji Ge didn't know the answer, and Li Linfu didn't know either.

But hundreds of years after Fang Chongyong's previous life history books, a regime named Xiliao, a person named Yelu Dashi, told later generations: This is a very possible thing. Even the regime has existed for almost a hundred years, and it is by no means short-lived.

Now that Feng Fang is the ambassador of the Western Regions, is this the Son of Heaven rewarding his own people, or is he planning something big?

Li Linfu thought secretly, a little hesitant.

The emperor's mind is too scary, and I can never understand what the emperor is planning.

Li Linfu also has another appointment on hand. Because it is related to the royal family, it does not need the approval of the council, and only needs to inform the prime minister.

This appointment is also not simple.

"The crown prince is Jing Zhaoyin, King Ying is the county magistrate of Wannian County, and King Yong is the county magistrate of Chang'an County......"

Li Linfu felt powerless for a while, compared with the confusion of the previous appointment, what the Son of Heaven wanted to do this time was almost directly pasted on his face, and he didn't want to hide it at all.

After nearly two years of silence in the court after the Li Heng rebellion, Chang'an City is now about to start to bustle again.

It's just that this time, who is he, the prime minister, going to stand on? Or should we take sides?

Li Linfu thought about it and found that the answer to this question was too rich, so rich that he didn't dare to continue to think about it!

How to choose one's position depends on how long the Son of Heaven can live. The rest of the time of the Son of Heaven is different, and the answer will be very different, or even diametrically opposed.

At this time, although it was already spring, and it would not be cold if he was wearing only a thin brocade robe outside, Li Linfu still felt a cool air rushing from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

The height is unbearable, he has reached the position of the right minister of the Tang Dynasty, and he has no way to rise.

The higher the status, the fewer people around him, so that the question of how long the Son of Heaven has to live is not something he can trust.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the scenery is really good, but the place for people to settle is too small, and the wind is too strong. While enjoying the infinite scenery, you can fall into the cliff at any time.

Li Linfu stood up and left the study, came to a narrow secret room, locked himself in the secret room and thought quietly. I thought about it from morning until late at night, and then I walked out of the secret room tired.

He finally knew how to deal with the problem of taking sides.

……

"Are these Kunlun slaves?"

Coming to the largest "human resources" market in Liangzhou City, Fang Chongyong pointed to a few short black men who were shackled around their ankles and were eating wheat rice on the side and asked.

"Yes, Fang Jieshuai, these slaves, I will send them to the mansion for you later."

An Arab merchant dressed in white said with some flattery.

Fang Chongyong shook his head lightly, waved his hand and said, "This section is just a question, it's not uncommon for Kunlun slaves." ”

Scarcity is precious, and the Tang magnates like to compare the Kunlun slaves in their hands, but it is just a kind of hunting mentality.

If I don't have what others have, I feel uncomfortable; I have what others don't, and I'm very comfortable!

Comparisons like this are psychologically tricky.

However, unlike the legendary Kunlun Nu people, many of the so-called Kunlun Nu seen by Fang Chongyong were very short in stature, very similar to people from Southeast Asia in their previous lives, such as the few in front of them.

Legend has it that they are dark-skinned, lean, and especially well-versed in water!

Many powerful people in the Tang Dynasty are using Kunlun slaves as "divers" and throwing Kunlun slaves into wells to salvage things, after coming to Datang, Fang Chongyong has heard it many times.

It can be seen that because they are expensive, their food is much better than that of other slaves.

The existence of slavery in feudal society, and the fact that a significant proportion of the population were slaves, were not uncommon. The Tang Dynasty is a classic aristocratic society, everything is in line with the needs and tastes of the nobles, and the analogy of slaves and livestock is written into the provisions of the "Tang Law".

Naturally, there is no shortage of slave traders, and these slaves are often buried by their masters, which can be said to be involuntary to live, and whether they die or not is the master's word.

By the time of the Qing Dynasty, the "burial" system of rich and noble families had also been heard from time to time, which shows that enslaving others is the root of human beings and will not die out because of the development of the times.

It's just that the means of slavery have changed, more subtle and more imperceptible, but the substance has not changed.

Thinking of this, Fang Chongyong frowned slightly, and pulled the slave trader from Arabia aside for questioning.

"Is there anything Fang Jieshuai wants to ask? What I saw and heard on the sea in the south of the Tang Dynasty is also a little bit known below, and these Kunlun slaves came from there. ”

The Arab slave trader's Chinese language was so standard that he would hardly be a foreigner if he didn't look at his looks.

The two came to the gate of the market, and Fang Chongyong asked the guards to withdraw from the idle people and others, and asked questions alone.

Fang Chongyong looked at the other party's slightly old face, and asked with a smile: "Now west of the Green Ridge, the Shiite uprising in black is in full swing. And you have been wearing white clothes, could it be that you used to be an official in the white clothes and food? ”

Hearing this, the Arab trafficker's face changed slightly. He thought that his disguise was already very good, pretending to be a traveling merchant who came to Liangzhou from the sea and land of South Asia and traveled through most of the Tang Kingdom. I didn't expect the other party to break through the mystery in one sentence.

"Fang Jieshuai said with a smile, I have been away from Dashi for many years, and I have been sailing for a long time, and I don't know these things."

The Arab trafficker laughed dryly.

But what he didn't know was that even in Chang'an now, white-clothed merchants are rare, and even big food merchants are very few. Even if there were, it was all black, or it didn't identify itself at all.

This kind of thing involving sectarian conflict is completely unreasonable. Arab businessmen dressed in white, like fireflies in the dark of night, write on their faces that they are a "minority."

"Come on, take it down and try it slowly!"

Fang Chongyong shouted, and He Changqi took two soldiers of the Silver Spear Filial Piety Army and took this Arab slave trader away.

"Jieshuai, was that person a black-clothed spy just now?"

Yan Zhuang trotted all the way over and asked in a low voice.

"Isn't that obvious? He pretended to be a big cannibal from the south of the sea, and he should be closed to news, so he was still a big eater in white, so he should wear white.

But in fact, the big cannibals from the south, whether they are black clothes or not, after coming ashore from Guangzhou to Datang, they no longer wear white clothes, but wear Shu brocade. If they don't identify themselves, outsiders won't be able to see them at all.

This person is obviously a black-clothed spy who came to spy on the movements of the Tang Army, and they think that it is better to disguise themselves as slave traders, and they are afraid that we will suspect them, so they are weak in heart and do not wear black clothes but white clothes. ”

Fang Chongyong waved his hand disappreciably and said.

As soon as he heard that someone in Liangzhou City was selling Kunlun slaves, he wanted to see what Kunlun slaves looked like and whether they were the same as he imagined. Unexpectedly, I found out that the slave trader was a white-clothed eater in white.

The Tang Army spies actually have a general grasp of the general trend of the political situation in West Asia, and they are not blind eyes.

The Great White Food is now undergoing the famous "Shiite uprising" in history. And the suppressive army of the White Eater suffered a decisive defeat a few years ago, and the Black Eater began to seize power and hunt down the royal family and officials of the White Eater.

Now the occasional appearance in the Western Regions is all black-clothed merchants.

Different from the position of the white-clothed merchants, the black-clothed merchants implemented a strategy of blocking the border with the Tang Dynasty, and their merchants rarely come to Hexi now, so the goods from the west of the Green Mountains on the Chang'an side have plummeted like a cliff, which is also an objective reason for the sharp decline in smuggling income from the trade route.

This spy who pretended to be a big food merchant in white had a very inflexible brain, he just didn't guess that there would be a bug like Fang Chongyong. The newly appointed envoy of Hexi Jiedu actually knew that during this period, a border conflict would break out between Datang and the black-clothed food!

Many times, guessing questions without knowing the standard answers often leads to many detours. However, knowing the answer in advance and extrapolating the question is extremely straightforward.

"Fang Jieshuai is really well-informed!"

Yan Zhuang couldn't help but admire, not daring to underestimate Fang Chongyong.

Although the master in front of him is young, he is not easy to fool at first glance.

"By the way, you came to this section commander, is there something wrong? Aren't you staring at the matter of the hair friend now? ”

Fang Chongyong asked with a puzzled expression.

"Ah, yes, yes, Jiaozi.

Ma Zhifeng came back from Shu and brought back the paper. This kind of paper is real...... It's hard to put into words.

The marshal should go back to the house and take a look. ”

Yan Zhuang said anxiously.

"Understood."

Fang Chongyong nodded slightly, and took Yan Zhuang to the Yamen of the Hexi Jiedu Envoy. Then, according to Yan Zhuang's guidance, he came to the "Case Hall" on the second floor of the newly built Yamen to check the paper samples that Ma Beifeng brought back from Shu.

This kind of paper is a little different from what you might expect.

First of all, it has a natural slight fold; Then the texture is closer to the cloth, which will not break if it is easily pulled; Finally, the thickness is very thin.

It is much thinner than the thickest paper of this era, and even slightly thinner than the paper used in the daily office of the government.

The paper is white with brown in color, and there are some short pale black stripes like parasites under a microscope, evenly spaced out.

Each stripe looks irregular and different, but it is evenly distributed overall.

This kind of paper is not to mention the craftsmanship, even if it is seen, Fang Chongyong is the first time to see it today.

It's an eye-opener!

He dared to assert that this kind of Zhang alone is a kind of natural anti-counterfeiting. In particular, the tiny short stripes of pale black are very recognizable. Ordinary people can recognize its features at a glance, and it is very convenient to use as an anti-counterfeiting feature.

And without knowing the paper process and materials, it is difficult for outsiders to imitate it.

"Ma Langzhong, you have a heart."

Fang Chongyong couldn't help but praise.

Ma Zhifeng walked over and saluted Fang Chongyong, lowered his voice and whispered: "Dozens of people from the craftsman family who made the paper have all come to Liangzhou with the lower officials. The original workshop was burned to the ground, leaving nothing behind. ”

"Well, this section commander will repay the sage for Ma Langzhong."

Fang Chongyong said with a smile, and glanced at Ma Beifeng, everything was silent.

"How dare you, they are all working for the saints, and the lower officials don't dare to take credit."

Ma Beifeng said modestly.

This person is worthy of being a craftsman who works beside Brother Ji, and he knows that the stakes are very high, and when he plans to make paper, he really does not leak. In the future, if Jiaozi appears to be a high imitation, he will definitely not be blamed.

Ma Beifeng has already done his best to maintain technical secrecy and block news.

The paper is a gate category, and the products made by each workshop in Shu are slightly different. Even the same workshop, depending on the needs of the user, they will subdivide the subcategories of the product.

If others do not have professional guidance, it will take several years of trial and error to imitate this kind of professional paper. After trial and error come out, you have to deal with other anti-counterfeiting.

How easy it is to say that!

"Now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!"

Fang Chongyong stretched and said.

"Jieshuai, the paper is solved, what ink do we use?"

Ma Zhifeng suddenly asked a strange question and stopped Fang Chongyong.

The first chapter of the new year, vote over. I'll see if I can double change it today

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