Chapter 1190: Talk About Qinling!

Chapter 1180

"General, we know that our request is abrupt. Language communication takes a lot of time, energy and money, and it also needs to use the resources of the generals, but in terms of money, we can fully afford it."

At this time, Bahram also spoke.

In order to help the Khorasan people and the rebels fight against Dashi, Datang had already killed many people, so it seemed a little unreasonable and excessive to make a request at this time. But Bahram couldn't help it.

"Hahaha, General Bahram, you misunderstood!"

Wang Chong finally stood up from his seat, turned his head, and looked at Gao Xianzhi beside him:

"Master Protector, are you still worried about language?"

Gao Xianzhi didn't speak, but looked at Bahram and the others who were confused, with complicated expressions.

Wang Chong smiled without saying a word. In the relationship between the coalition forces, the Khorasan people and the rebels depended much more on Datang than Datang did to the Khorasan people and the uprising. At that time, the Khorasan people and the rebels were far more sympathetic than Datang.

"General Bahram, and all the commanders, don't worry. I can answer this matter for you right now. There is no problem. Soon, we will use all kinds of energies and try our best to bring the Tang language school to the call center." Roseanne and various places build up."

Wang Chong smiled.

"ah!"

Everyone originally thought that this matter was over, but when they heard the news, they were all overjoyed:

"Very good!"

"Thank you General, thank you General!"

...

Everyone was excited one by one. The teaching of Chinese, or Tang language, was much faster and smoother than Wang Chong expected. Seeing the power of Datang, the rebel army is simply eager to see, hungry and thirsty. Wang Chong called Yuan Shurong directly and asked Yuan Shurong and Gao Xianzhi to decide on specific matters together.

Walking out of the room, outside, the snowstorm in the sky has completely stopped. Looking at the gradually clearing sky, Wang Chong's mind was racing. For some reason, Wang Chong suddenly thought of Xu Qiqin who was far away in Qixi.

"I don't know what's going on with Qiqin?"

Wang Chong secretly said in his heart.

This time discussing Khorasan's government affairs, Wang Chong actually sent letters to Feng Changqing, the major families, and Xu Qiqin, but for some reason, only Xu Qiqin's side, although the supply has not been cut off, has never replied. . This kind of situation had never happened before, which made Wang Chong feel a little worried.

"I hope Qiqin is okay."

Wang Chong thought for a while, and quickly entered the study. Crashing, a moment later, a carrier pigeon soared into the sky, and quickly disappeared in the northeast direction.

...

Far away in the west of Qi, the branches are covered with falling snow, and in a house near the northwest, cold plums are blooming, and a little bit of fragrance permeates the void. Behind the plum blossoms, a woman in white with a slightly sick and pale face was leaning against the open window, sniffing the plum blossoms.

"Miss, it's better to close the window. It's cold, and your body is still weak. You'd better take a rest."

A servant girl's voice came from behind, with concern and more worries in her voice.

"It doesn't matter.

"

Xu Qiqin waved her thinner fingers:

"I can still bear it, it's rare to take a breath, just let me watch it for a while."

"Girl, don't try to persuade her. Your young lady has been locked in the room for so long. It's rare that she is in better health and is willing to open the window to breathe. Just let her go. At most half a cup of tea, we close it again."

Behind him came the voice of a middle-aged woman, with a sense of warmth in the voice:

"Come on, Miss Xu, I made a bowl of ginger soup, drink it while it's hot, and it won't be so cold."

As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged woman who looked very virtuous and plainly dressed in a Jingchai sarong came to the window with a bowl of ginger soup and handed it to Xu Qiqin who was beside her.

"Madam Feng, thank you."

Xu Qiqin turned around, took Jiangtang, and said gratefully.

Mrs. Feng is naturally the wife of Anxi's Imperial Palace, Feng Changqing, Doctor Feng. Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi were fighting on the front line, and all rear matters, including logistics, were all agreed upon by Xu Qiqin and Feng Changqing. The matter of Xu Qiqin's serious illness could be hidden from others, but Feng Changqing, who was delicate and thoughtful, could not be hidden from it.

After learning that Xu Qiqin was seriously ill, Feng Changqing quickly sent his wife and several famous doctors from the Western Regions to Qixi Protector's Mansion to take care of Xu Qiqin. Thanks to the means of those famous doctors, coupled with Mrs. Feng's thoughtfulness and care, Xu Qiqin was able to carry it.

Although he has not fully recovered, his whole body has improved a lot.

Seeing Xu Qiqin finish the ginger soup in her hand, Mrs. Feng's face finally eased a lot. But he thought of something, and said:

"Miss Xu, actually, why bother? You haven't let the boy know about your illness. Actually, as long as you tell him, I believe he will come to Qixi soon."

"That's what I don't want."

Xu Qiqin shook her head, staring at the bright red plum branches outside the window:

"No matter how many things my daughter's family has, they can't compare to the big things of the country. Wang Chong and Mr. Gao are fighting on the front line. I don't want to distract him because of my affairs."

"But at least you should write him a letter, right?"

Madam Feng said again, looking at the letter that Xu Qiqin held in her hand. It was sent by Wang Chong from Khorasan not long ago. She could feel that Xu Qiqin liked Wang Chong, but for some reason, she kept holding back, and she didn't even want to write a letter.

Xu Qiqin shook her head:

"Wang Chong can recognize my handwriting. If he writes back, he will be able to identify my illness from the handwriting. At that time, all previous efforts will be in vain."

Madam Feng was stunned and couldn't speak anymore. She only knew that Xu Qi was unwilling to reply to the letter, but she didn't expect that there was such a layer.

"Why!"

Seeing Xu Qiqin's pale and persistent expression, Mrs. Feng could only let out a long sigh.

In the room, the three of them were silent and silent.

Wow, just as Xu Qiqin was looking out the window in a silent trance, suddenly there was a sound of wings breaking through the air from a distance. Xu Qiqin raised her head, and saw a white carrier pigeon piercing through the sky, and quickly flew down from the northwest sky, landing in front of the window lattice.

At the side, Mrs. Feng and the maid Xiao Zhu also looked over, and saw the gold leaf mark on the pigeon's right leg at a glance.

It's a letter from the young man!

The two recognized each other immediately. After following Xu Qiqin for so long, the two of them were already very familiar with the carrier pigeon that Wang Chong sent the news to.

In front of the window, Xu Qiqin obviously recognized it, and gently lifted the carrier pigeon, her face flushed a little.

...

The remote Uzbek Plateau is covered with white snow. From Khorasan to Samarkand, and then through Anxi, Qixi to Longxi, when the entire Central Plains was boiling and immersed in the joy of victory in the war, Uzang at this time was immersed in grief and heaviness. among.

The wind and snow hadn't completely subsided yet, strands and strands, like broken bead strings, fluttered between the sky and the earth.

And in the snowstorm, the most honorable emperor of the entire Uzbek Empire, Da Lun Qinling was wrapped in a snow fur, with a sad face. And beside him, countless guards of the king's capital held halberds and guns, closely following him, even His Majesty the King of Tibet, who was supreme on the whole plateau and rarely left the palace, stood beside him.

For the entire Uzbek Empire, this is destined to be an extremely important day, not because of the extreme cold and blizzard that froze countless cattle and sheep just now, but because at this moment, on the icy ground, lying on the brown mat several people.

Daqin Ruozan, Huoshu Guizang, Dusong Mangpoje, the entire empire has just suffered an unprecedented and heaviest loss. It lost the most important one general and two generals at one time, three important figures, their bodies At this time, it finally arrived at the royal capital of Uzang.

"Ruozan, why is this happening?"

Dalun Qinling walked over slowly, and knelt down beside Daqin Ruozan, his face full of grief:

"You privately mobilized Mu Chi's cavalry, seconded the soldiers and horses of the Yajuelong royal family, and contacted Dusong Mangbuzhi... Do you really think I don't know anything? If you don't have my approval, you really think you Can you take away these soldiers and horses? Why are you so stupid? How can the king of Zao and I blame you?"

Looking at the pale face with closed eyes, without any trace of blood, Da Lun Qinling's heart trembled. To rule this empire for more than ten years, when he was twelve years old, he commanded the army, fought against the Tang Dynasty, and became famous in the world. Da Lun Qinling's heart had never been turbulent, but at this moment, Da Lun Qinling's heart was full of excitement. Waves, no longer the peace of the past.

"Di Xiang, you must avenge the Prime Minister and the general!"

At this moment, a voice came from beside the ear. Huoba Sangye's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and walked all the way to Da Lun Qinling's side, his expression extremely sad and indignant:

"The prime minister and the general died miserably. No matter what, we must make the Tang people pay the price."

"Snapped!"

Huoba Sangye hadn't finished speaking when a slap slapped him across the face, half of his face was swollen with that huge force.

"Emperor!"

Huoba Sangye was holding half of his swollen cheek, and was directly stunned by Da Lun Qinling's palm.

"Bastard! If you hadn't insisted on going your own way, would Mu Chi's cavalry have suffered such heavy losses? As the commander of the capital, you didn't even ask the King of Tibet for instructions, and you led the troops away without permission. Do you still have the King of Tibet in your eyes! Huoshu Guizang and Dusong Mangbuzhi are fine, Daqin Ruozan is just a minister, so it’s fine if you lose, you can’t even bring back a minister of Daqin Ruozan!"

Da Lun Qinling stared at Huoba Sangye with an extremely livid face. More than 100,000 elite troops set out, and only Huoba Sangye came back in the end. If it wasn't for the fact that the Uzbek Empire had lost several games in a row and the national strength was weak, it was time to employ people, otherwise he would be killed now.