The Human Emperor

Chapter 1190: Great on Qinling!

Chapter 1 180

"General, we know that our request is abrupt, language exchanges take a lot of time, energy and money, but also need to use the resources of the generals, but in terms of money, we can fully afford."

At this time, Bakhram also spoke.

In order to help the Khorasan and the insurgents fight against the big food, Datang has already died a lot of people. At this time, the request is made to be somewhat impersonal and somewhat excessive. But Bakhram can't help but say.

"Ha ha ha, General Bakhram, you misunderstood!"

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

"Do you care for adults, are you still worried about language?"

Gao Xianzhi did not speak, but looked at a foggy Bakhram and others, and his complex look was complicated.

Wang Chong laughed and said nothing. In this coalition's relationship, the Khorasan and the insurgents' dependence on Datang is much stronger than that of the Tang Dynasty against the Khorasan people and the uprising. When Gao Xianzhi is still worried about language barriers, the coalition forces cannot communicate. At that time, the Khorasan and the Rebels were far more burdened than the Tang Dynasty.

"General Bahram, and all the leaders, you can rest assured. I can answer you now, no problem. Soon, we will use all kinds of energy to make the Tang language school speak at the best speed. Rosanne was established with various places."

Wang Chong smiled.

"what!"

Everyone thought that this matter was already yellow. When I heard this news, I was overjoyed:

"Great!"

"Thank you for the general, thank you general!"

......

Everyone was uplifted one by one. The teaching of Chinese, or Tang, is much faster than Wang Chong’s expectations, and it must be much smoother. Seeing the power of Datang, the insurgents are simply looking for desire, if they are hungry. Wang Chong directly called Yuan Shurong, let Yuan Shurong and Gao Xianzhi decide the specific matter together.

Out of the room, outside, the snowstorm in the sky has completely stopped. Looking at the sky that gradually cleared, Wang Chong’s mind was one after another. I don't know why, the Wang conflict remembered Xu Weiqin who was far away from Daisy.

"I don't know what happened to the piano?"

Wang Chong’s heart is secret.

This time, discussing Khorasan’s government affairs, Wang Chong actually sent letters to Feng Changqing, the major families, and Xu Yuqin, but I don’t know why, only Xu Xiaoqin, although the materials have not been broken, but there has been no reply. . This situation has never happened before, which makes Wang Chong's heart inevitably worried.

"I hope that the piano is fine."

Wang Chong thought about it and soon entered the study. After a while, a pigeon was skyrocketing and quickly disappeared into the northeast.

......

Far away from the west, falling snow and full branches, just in a room on the northwest, Hanmei blooms, and a little fragrance is filled in the void. After Hanmei, a woman with a slightly morbid and pale white face was leaning against the open window and sniffing Hanmei.

"Miss, still close the window. Cold, your body is still weak, or hurry to rest."

The voice of a prostitute came from behind, the voice was full of concern, and there were more concerns.

"It doesn't matter."

Xu Xiaoqin put a lot of fingers on the face:

"I can't stand it, it's hard to breathe, let me see it for a while."

"Taro, don't persuade. Your lady has been in the room for so long, it is rare that she is better, and she is willing to open the window to breathe. Just follow her. At most half a cup of tea, we will shut it down."

Behind him, a middle-aged woman’s voice was heard, and there was a warmth in her voice:

"Come, Xu girl, I cooked a bowl of **** soup and sipped it hot, it was not so cold."

As soon as the sound fell, a middle-aged woman dressed in a plain, Jingyi dress, who looked very virtuous, took a bowl of **** soup and walked to the window and handed it to Xu Xiaoqin.

"Mr. Feng, thank you."

Xu Xiaoqin turned around and took over the **** soup, and he was grateful.

Mrs. Feng is naturally the empire of Anxi, and the wife of the doctor is often sealed. Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi fought on the front line. All the rear issues, including logistics and replenishment, were all agreed by Xu Yuqin and Feng Changqing. Xu Xiaoqin’s serious illness has won others, but he is not able to understand the delicate and clear.

After learning that Xu Yuqin was seriously ill, Feng Changqing soon sent his own wife, with a few famous doctors from the Western Regions to the Daixi Dufu, to take care of Xu Yuqin. Also lost the means of those famous doctors, coupled with the thoughtfulness and care of Mrs. Feng, Xu Yuqin only collapsed.

Although it has not fully recovered, the whole person has been much better.

Watching Xu Xiaoqin drink the **** soup in his hand, Feng’s face finally eased a lot. But what did you think of, open the way:

"Hu girl, in fact, why are you? You have not let the young child know until now. In fact, as long as you tell him, I believe that he will soon arrive in the west."

"This is what I don't want."

Xu Xiaoqin shook his head and looked at the bright red plum blossoms outside the window:

"The daughter's family has more things than the big things in the home country. Wang Chong and Gao Daren are fighting on the front line. I don't want to distract me because of my business."

"But, at least, should he return a letter to him?"

Mrs. Feng said again, looking at the letter that was held by Xu Qinqin in his hand. That was sent by Wang Chong from Khorasan not long ago. She can feel it, Xu Xiaoqin likes Wang Chong, but I don’t know why I have always been tolerant, even the letter is not willing to write.

Xu Xiaoqin shook his head:

"Wang Chong recognized my handwriting. If he wrote back, he would soon be able to identify the things that I was ill from the handwriting. At that time, everything was gone."

Mrs. Feng stunned and suddenly couldn’t speak. She only knew that Xu Wei did not want to reply, but did not expect this layer.

"Hey!"

Looking at Xu Yuqin's pale and obsessive look, Mrs. Feng had a long sigh of heart.

In the room, the three were silent and silent.

La la la, just as Xu Yuqin looked out of the window and silently, suddenly a burst of winged sound came from afar. Xu Yuqin looked up and saw a white pigeon slashing through the sky, and quickly fell from the northwest sky and landed in front of the window.

On the side, Mrs. Feng and her niece Xiaozhu also looked over and saw the gold foil mark on the right leg of the pigeon.

It is a letter from a young boy!

The two recognized it at a glance. After being with Xu Xuqin for so long, the two people have already become familiar with the pigeons that Wang Chong passed the news.

In front of the window, Xu Yuqin apparently recognized it, gently picked up the homing pigeon, and the face was dyed with a blush.

......

In the distant Uszang Plateau, the snow is scattered throughout the day. When from Khorasan to Samarkand, then to Anxi and Daisy to Daisy, when the entire Central Plains was boiling and immersed in the joy of victory in the Great War, Uzang at this time was immersed in a grief and heavy Among them.

The wind and snow have not completely disappeared, and they are like a broken string, which flutters between the heavens and the earth.

In the midst of the snow, the most distinguished emperor of the entire Uzbek Empire, a great deal about the Qinling wrapped in a snow scorpion, full of grief. Beside him, countless kings were guarded by gunmen, and they followed closely. Even the entire plateau was supreme, and the Tibetan king, who 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 of freezing cattle and sheep, but because of the moment, on the cold ground, lying on the brown mat. Several people.

The great Qin Ruozan, the fire tree belonged to Tibet, and all were loosely supported. The entire empire had just suffered the most unprecedented loss, and once lost the most important one, two important figures, their bodies. At this time, it finally arrived at the king of Ush.

"If you like, why is this?"

The great discussion of Qinling slowly went over and squatted beside the body of Daqin Ruzan. The grief of his face:

"You privately mobilized the Mu Chi big iron ride, borrowed the terracotta warriors of the Yajujue king, contacted the Songsong branch... You really thought I didn't know anything? If I didn't have my approval, you really thought you Can you take these horses and horses? Why are you so stupid? How can I blame you with Zang?"

Looking at the pale, the eyes are closed, there is no **** face, and the Qinling heart is shaking. Controlling this empire is a dozen plants. At the age of twelve, he commanded the army and fought against the Tang Dynasty. He was known as the world. He never had a wave in the heart of Qinling. But at this moment, the mind of Qinling’s heart was full of enthusiasm. Waves, there is no more peace in the past.

"Emperor, you must revenge for the prime minister and the general!"

It was at this time that a voice came from the ear. The fire was plucked into the wild and the eyes were red, and the teeth were cut and the knees went all the way to the side of the Qinling Mausoleum.

"The big men and the generals died so badly. In any case, we must let the Tang people pay the price."

"Snapped!"

The fire had not been finished, and a slap in the face slammed into his face, and the enormous power swollen his half face.

"Imperial!"

The fire plucked the wilderness with a half-high swollen cheek, and was directly beaten by the palm of the Qinling.

"Budget! If you don't want to go it alone, will the Mu Chi big iron ride be so badly wounded? You are the king of the king, and even if I don't ask for the will of the king, I will take the troops away without you. Do you still have a Tibetan king in your eyes! The fire tree belongs to Tibet and the Dusongbu cloth branch is gone. If Daqin Ruzan is only a literary one, you will be defeated. Even if you can praise a text, you can’t bring it back!”

The big talk about Qinling stared at the fire and the wilderness, his face was very blue. More than 100,000 elite troops set off, and finally only came back to a fire and sang wilderness. If it was not for the Uzbek empire to lose several battles, the national strength was weak, it was the time of employing people, otherwise it would be killed now.