Sambuza looked at Songtsen Gambo, whose expression was very calm, and nodded solemnly.

"The minister obeyed his orders, and he must live up to Zanpu's trust."

"Sambuzhaqing handles affairs, I am still very relieved..."

Songtsan Ganbu took a deep breath, letting the eyes that seemed to be a little divergent to focus again.

"Has Gongzan come?"

Tashi's commentary can only harden his scalp and reminded him quietly.

"Zampo, Gongzan is at the Yerba Monastery. I am afraid that it will take two or three days before he can return to Luoxe City at the earliest."

Hearing this, Songtsen Gambo shook his head helplessly and leaned back weakly.

"Fine, I wanted to wait to see him, but at any rate I was able to see the newly born grandson."

Hearing this, everyone was in palpitations, and Tunmi Alu hurriedly comforted.

"Zampo should take a good rest. After two days, the prince will return to some cities, and he will definitely come to see Zampo as soon as possible."

"Tummi Aru, from this moment on, you are Sinan Yanbo (the commander of Zanpu's attendant), and you immediately set off, personally lead your army to the Yerba Monastery, and receive Gongzan back to the capital."

"...Zamp." Tunmi Alu's legs softened and he fell directly to the ground.

"Hurry up..." Songtsen Gambo yelled weakly, and before Tunmi Alu could speak, the Metropolitan Marshal Nankanuobu pulled Tunmi Alu up.

Seeing Nankanuobu's glaring eyes, Tunmi Alu could only respectfully salute with tears, and stumbled toward the outside of the temple.

"Qiongboqing, Zhaxiqing, Nankaqing..." Songtsen Gambo's eyes fell on Qiongbo Bangse, although he hesitated to weigh it for a long time.

But the problem is that the competent officials and officials in the Tubo Kingdom who can be compared to this one, or who can compete with the other party, are either dead or have become officials of other countries.

Although Gongzan was thirteen years old, he let him begin to participate in political affairs, but the child was frail and sickly, and his abilities were only modest.

Rather than that, it would be better to draw this Qiongbobangsal over directly.

"The old minister is here, what is Zampo's order?"

Qiongbobang looked at this generation of heroes whose face was getting worse and weaker, and at this moment, he couldn't help feeling pity.

Tashi and Nankanob also moved closer together, respectfully obedient.

"The three Qings can be ministers of the government, Wang Qing waits to live up to my trust..."

"...Zamp." The three of them were taken aback, and quickly bowed down.

Songtsan Gambo took a deep breath, and once again sat up with all his strength, struggling with energy.

"I hope that the three Qings can watch and help each other and assist the young master Gongzan, so that my Tubo country will not be cut off..."

Songtsen Gambo's voice suddenly became full of breath, and the loudness of his voice even reverberated in the hall.

"Zamp..."

"What do you want from the three Qings?" Songtsen Gambo's unquestionable voice rang again.

"The minister obeyed." The three of them could only take their orders honestly.

"Okay, okay... Qiong Boqing, Zha Xiqing, you two go down first, I have a few more words to tell Nan Kaqing."

"..." The two civil servants cast their gazes on Nankanuobu's body, seeing this veteran also had a heartbeat.

However, the two of them retreated to the outside of the hall obediently, and at this moment, there were three imperial ministers in the hall. These people were not strong, but they could be regarded as the most loyal and loyal ministers. It's a pity, it's not an authentic wild goat, so Cheng Chubi always feels something is missing.

While frying, I watched the mutton with belt meat and soybeans, bubbling in the fat, and the aroma exuding.

Even if Li Ke and Fang Jun almost slobbered, Cheng Chubi still felt a little angry.

If it weren't for that bunch of **** Turkic people, now Lao Tzu's pot should be wild pork now, okay?

Those gang of Turkic bitches, wait, one day, Lao Tzu will let you know the consequences of annoying Cheng's family.

Not only makes you fail to pass the new year, but also makes you ￥……

Cheng Chubi, who was madly complaining in his heart and acting with seriousness on the surface, quickly saw Niu Wei Tuo and Su Dingfang with his squinted eyes walking quickly.

In fact, Su Dingfang's eyes are not small, and when he was rescuing His Majesty before, this guy would bulge his eyes from time to time.

But when it comes to normal times, this guy is not happy to open his eyes round, but likes to squint.

If it is a very handsome man, squinting at people, interest can still make people feel affectionate.

For example, when Li Ke, a royal swinger, saw his delicate young lady, this guy squinted his eyes anytime and anywhere.

Commonly known as squint, perhaps this allusion came from the king of Wu.

But Su Dingfang always likes to squint at others, and he looks like a stomach of bad water.

Completely inconsistent with his famous person.

With a mess of grooves in his heart, Cheng Chubi handed over the responsibility of the palm shovel to Cheng Fa and Cheng Da.

One pot is naturally given to Niu Wei Tuo to take home ~ lightnovelpub.net~ The other pot is the hard dish for everyone to drink and eat meat here.

One pot is more than 20 catties of lamb with skin, and some processed miscellaneous. Especially lamb intestines, this stuff is dry and fragrant.

Su Dingfang hurriedly bowed to Cheng Chubi, who came forward.

"I just ran into brother Wei Tuo in the camp. I heard that Cheng Tai often made food today, hehe...Sumou came here uninvited."

"Come well, come as you like, enough wine and meat." Cheng Chubi waved his hand very grandiosely.

Since this squinted Su famous general is willing to deal with him, can he still twitch it? Twitchy, it's not the Cheng family.

Lamb with skin, in the eyes of northerners, this is an evil way of eating mutton.

Sheepskin should be tanned, used to make leather, and made into warm clothes.

But in the beautiful Southwest, the lamb has no skin on it, so what's the point of eating it?

Only with the skin can it be chewy, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it is, otherwise, it will be a waste of ingredients.

The cuisine perspectives of the south and the north are actually not impossible to merge. When you meet Cheng Saburo, an unborn Southwestern culinary genius.

Only then did Su Dingfang know that the original sheepskin thing could become so sweet and delicious.

Hearing the compliment of this famous general whose eyes became more and more narrow after eating the delicious food.

Cheng Chubi was immediately happy. "What's this?"

"If there is a chance, our old Cheng's accidentally died of a cow. Please eat beef with skin on it. The taste of the skin will not be changed by the gods."

"Niu Bi...Bah, do you eat the cowhide too?" Su Dingfang's squinted eyes instantly bulged.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask Brother Wei Tuo." Cheng Chubi winked his eyes triumphantly, picked up a chopsticks with skin lamb and put it in his mouth.