"Zampo, drink the medicine, it will be cold if you wait..." the witch doctor stood in front of the couch, holding the bowl of soup medicine in a low voice.

Songtsan Gambo then moved his gaze away from the official document before him, took the bowl of bitter soup, frowned and swallowed it.

After taking a bowl of honey and drinking a few sips, I felt that my mouth was no longer tingling with bitterness.

Smashing his mouth, Songtsan Gambo asked in a deep voice. "How long will I have to drink this medicine?"

"Zampo, there is a saying among the Han people that sickness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. Although Zampo, you are showing signs of getting better."

"But this decoction has to be drunk for two or three days. In addition, Zanpu must never catch the cold, and don't have to fluctuate excessively to avoid this heart disease from recurring."

Hearing the witch doctor cautiously explaining, Songtsen Gambo raised his hand and rubbed his heart.

That face, which was originally whiter than the average Tubo people, was sickly white because of the previous illness.

For the sake of his health, after leaving the camp, he didn't ride horses anymore. Most of the time he stayed in the carriage with the iron stove purchased from Tang Guo.

There is no need to endure the raging wind and snow on the cold plateau, because he needs a good rest.

Rather than strong support, because the witch doctor has warned Songtsen Gampo over and over again and again, if he is strong support at this time, in case of wind and cold, it is easy to worry about his life.

As a highlander, Songtsen Gampo naturally understands that on this plateau, sometimes just a small and inconspicuous disease will cause people to lose their lives.

He didn't want to die so young when he was young, after all, he hadn't completely unified the plateau.

The Xiangxiong country can still threaten Tubo, and Buddhist beliefs are still unable to compete with the powerful Bon religion.

There are so many things I need to do. Only by living and managing well can I see that day.

After drinking the soup medicine, Songtsen Gampo was about to lie down and take a good rest, but at this time, a royal minister quickly entered the big tent.

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"Zamp, Achang Thousand Households of Doma City were ordered by the Deputy Marshal of Ding-Eye to meet Zamp."

Songtsen Gampo sat up again and moved his stiff body.

With little effort, Achang Qianhu stepped into the big tent, and after a respectful salute to Songtsen Gampo, he handed over the letter from the Deputy Capital Marshal Ding Ae who asked him to hand it over to Zampo.

Songtsan Gambo accepted the letter and asked casually. "How many people did the deputy marshal bring back?"

"Zampo, the Deputy Capital Marshal withdrew more than 400 horses back to Doma City."

"Huh, huh?!" Songtsan Gambo raised his head with a dazed expression, and looked at Qianhu Achang in front of him.

Several civil and military personnel in the tent also stared.

"What do you mean, the Deputy Capital Marshal led more than 400 riders back. Where are the remaining men and horses?" A minister asked immediately.

"The Deputy Capital Marshal was defeated by the Tang State War Department Shangshu led by tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. He fought and retreated all the way. When he returned to Doma City, there were only more than four hundred horses left by his side."

"Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses?!" An exclamation suddenly came from the tent, and all the civil and military personnel were in an uproar. Valley

Songtsan Gambo's face changed drastically, and he almost wanted to stand up, but fortunately he still remembered the witch doctor's instructions.

Quickly raise your hand, lightly cover your heart, and breathe deeply. Don't get excited. Don't get excited. If you are so angry that your heart disease recurs, how will you live in the future? Wouldn't it be too bad for them to give them a bunch of well-educated scholars? So no matter what kind of psychology they have, they will buy some.

Either it is used as a gift to friends or disciples, or it is left at home to grow mold and dust. It is much better than not being sold.

However, after all, only a few can buy them, and most of them are the aristocratic families who are heirs of poetry and books, who instructed their hands to buy the "Chang'an Collection" that was not very popular and popular among the people of Chang'an.

After all, everyone is optimistic about His Royal Highness Wei Wang, and His Royal Highness Wei Wang is also very happy to form an alliance with them. Together with this "Chang'an Collected Works", this is the product of cooperation between the two sides.

Naturally, he couldn't let his Royal Highness Wei lose his confidence, so a family with ulterior motives made a move.

These 60,000 copies of "Chang'an Collected Works" were finally wiped out in one day.

He had been waiting anxiously for most of the day in the mansion of the king of Wei, and even the lard pastry could not even take care of the king of Wei Li Tai.

After hearing the good news that "Chang'an Collection" was finally sold out, the heart that had been hanging for almost a day fell back.

However, neither the housekeeper Li Gonggong nor the Wei Wang Li Tai did not tacitly mention whether or not to print.

After all, it was sold out from the morning till dusk.

Such a result is really not enough to compare with the "Changan Xunbao" that sells more than 100,000 copies in each issue.

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Changsun Wuji sat steadily behind the case, and in front of him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com displayed a roster of the twenty-eight new imperial candidates.

At this moment, these twenty-eight new imperial examination candidates have all been selected by the officials, and now the results have been placed in front of him.

All the officials, large and small, were gathered here, carefully facing the eldest grandson who had a bad temper during this period.

Changsun Wuji picked up the results of the copy with a calm expression. After carefully reviewing it, he picked up a pen to write a few sentences on it, and then put it aside.

After the officials on the side took them respectfully, they carefully read the instructions given by the eldest grandson, and then handed them over to the relevant officials.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. After the officials were selected by the local officials, they left this room and sent them to the relevant government office.

It was not until the last few copies that Changsun Wuji saw the results of the election of General Xin Mao, Ren Yaxiang, Shangguanyi and Wu Xiangshou.

Changsun Wuji hastily swept away the results of the four elections, and the officials in the staff department had a tacit understanding of the results of the four elections, making the results of the four elections seem very ordinary.

Regarding the proposal of selecting and appointing officials, Xin Mao would be the county magistrate, and Ren Yaxiang would be the county lieutenant. As for Shangguan Yi, he could be a scholar.

And that Wu Xiangshou, who had the worst performance among the four poor scholars, didn't even have the qualifications to become a scholar, so he just lost the election.

Such a result is not uncommon in Datang, but it is not uncommon.

Datang's imperial examination was only an examination. After the examination, the officials still had great power to control the final result. In this way, at most when they went to the hut, the things they used to pass the time were actually sold so hot.

And if it is full of brilliance, the "Chang'an Collected Works", which represents the top level of the Tang literary world, can't even be sold.