Cheng Chubi saw a Tubo prisoner who was chatting with Zhao people in fluent Yaozhou Mandarin.

Hooking his finger to signal the edict to bring him over, Cheng Saburo just grinned at the Tubo prisoner of war.

I saw the Tubo prisoner of war kneeling on the ground with his legs soft and bloodless. "Spare."

"..." Cheng Chubi smashed his mouth. Is Lao Tzu's smile so scary?

"Don't talk nonsense, you translate for me, what are they crooked?"

Knowing that Cheng Xianchang, who had only just swallowed the clouds and vomited, and would also release sky thunder to kill people, didn't want to eat himself.

The Tubo man's heart relaxed, he stunned his ears and listened for a while, and then quickly and quickly spoke in Yaozhou Mandarin, which was very fluent.

"The head man in iron armor is reprimanding his slave..."

"Slave? You mean, those people are his slaves?" Cheng Chubi asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It should be. He must be the leader of a certain tribe. It's normal to have a bunch of slaves under his hands."

"When we fight in Tubo, we will recruit civilians from the tribes, or the chiefs will join the army."

"The chiefs will have slaves. If they are enlisted in the army, these slaves will become soldiers and horses under their command."

"If they win the battle for their master, they can get rewards, such as generous food, or women..."

"...Woman? Reward?" Cheng Chubi wiped his face and lightly tapped his forehead, how could he forget that the Tubo country was a slavery country.

And the so-called Tubo country master should be the largest slave owner in the Tubo country, and the various tribes of Tubo can be regarded as the major slave leaders.

Of course, there are civilians in Tubo. The so-called civilians are those Tubos who don't have any slaves and don't have many fields.

As for what slaves are, most of them are people of all ethnic groups on the plateau conquered by the Tubo people.

And once you become the slaves of the Tubo people, I'm sorry, then you are the slaves of this slave owner for generations.

Cheng Chubi remembered that he had mentioned it when he was bragging to the Gal Dongzan.

Cheng Sanlang turned his head and looked not far away. He saw Zhang Le Jinqiu, but he remembered that the edicts of Erhai Lake were tribal in nature.

However, the social composition of the edicts in Erhai Lake is similar to that of the Liren, although the emperor or the head is the largest.

However, the population they acquired after fighting will only gradually assimilate each other into their own compatriots.

Rather than being a slave of a lower rank than a beast, like the Tubo.

Cheng Chubi smashed his mouth, let it go, put it aside in advance, now the most important task is to take down the iron bridge city first.

Time won't wait for yourself. After the Tubo defeated soldiers fled back to the Iron Bridge City, they would definitely cause a huge panic on the Iron Bridge City.

Riding on this panic before it subsides, he should rush over and try to take down the Iron Bridge City simply and neatly.

##### "The old man is here to pay homage to his old friend and his unattended lady...Ah... have you seen the sad red on those white peonies?

It is my good brother, and his unattended lady, who was stained by the dripping blood when he squatted..."

"Father, you're not kidding, but just some ordinary broken red peonies."

"Asshole things, the old man witnessed it with his own eyes back then, can it be faked?"

"My good brother from Wenneng Anbang, Wu Ke Dingguo, met his beloved woman under this peony pavilion..."

The figure of the old and the young gradually disappeared, accompanied by the sound of the music, everyone saw it, this time, the figure through the tulle.

It is clearly a young warrior with a helmet and armor and a very bold posture. He led several brothers with spears, accompanied by the ups and downs of fighting...

In the light and shadow of those swords, spears, swords and halberds, they marched hard and rushed to kill.

As the voice faded, the old but majestic voice that had just spoken rang again.

As a narrator, he began to tell a story that happened in Luoyang, just under the Peony Pavilion.

Behind the tulle, from time to time, as the voice said, there will be pictures of people fighting, or men and women are in love, holding hands.

Or maybe before the war came to prison, it was hard to say goodbye to tears...

The heart-breaking excerpt from "Luoyang Peony Pavilion" has already begun unconsciously.

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At some point, Cui Luoyang, dressed as a rich man, also appeared nearby. At first, his heart was also full of disdain and contempt.

But when he heard the moving singing, looked at the scene on the tulle, and the touching description of the narration.

It seems that even he has fallen into the turbulent memories of those years.

With the narration of that old and strong voice, scenes of flickering scenes, between the light and shadow, attracted everyone's minds.

I was saddened by the joys and sorrows of the couple, and sometimes gritted his teeth for their bumpy love story, and sometimes felt warm.

Even when she was in tears when she couldn't help herself, especially those women who were emotionally rich and easy to express their true feelings, they resisted the cry of tears and covered her lips.

His eyes widened, for fear that he might miss any scene.

It was the talents of those family members who had come here to explore the enemy's situation.

The mind is now completely empty, completely attracted by the ups and downs of the plot, full of joys and sorrows, full of the golden and iron horses, the epic love story against the backdrop of the turbulent era.

Especially when the pair of men and women ~lightnovelpub.net~ was forced under the silhouette of the Peony Pavilion by countless weapons, the man laughed loudly and asked loudly.

"The most reluctant person in this life, you are the only one."

"Fortunately, my concubine can go to Huangquan with my husband..."

Then I heard the sound of choking, and the picture was quietly frozen at this moment.

Slowly, there was a soft and gentle sound of music, which was a kind of sound that people present had never heard before.

But it was very pleasant and melodious, and gradually rang. A woman's ethereal voice also rang, without a word of lyrics.

It's just making the wrong accents, accompanied by the playing of the strumming instruments, as if singing freely and indiscriminately.

At this moment, the subtitles appeared again: The Tang Dynasty was finally established on this land, and the people began to live and work in peace and contentment.

The huge wounds brought about by the past wars are gradually being healed, and countless sorrows and joys are quietly buried...