Chapter 8
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Five days later.
In front of the Vermilion Bird Gate in Chang 'an City.
A group of travel-worn horses galloped on the streets of Chang 'an City.
"Get out of the way! Urgent report from the border! Open the city gate! "
As he spoke, the leader of the soldiers waved a bright yellow chess card in his hand and roared.
The imperial guards guarding the imperial city gate were shocked when they saw the flag. They hurriedly dispersed all the people in front of the Vermilion Bird Gate.
Even the little maids who were lining up to enter the imperial city hurriedly got out of the way when they saw the flag.
When the cavalry entered the Vermilion Bird Gate, a group of Jinwu Guards took the lead and held a gong high, riding fast horses to clear the way.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Urgent report from the border. All officials retreat!"
At this time, Li Shimin was in the study of Taiji Palace, pacing back and forth anxiously with his hands behind his back.
In his study, Zhangsun Wuji looked solemnly at the secret letters on Li Shimin's desk.
It had been five days!
Logically speaking.
At this time, he should have found out everything that could be found.
But why was there still no news?
He couldn't help but panic. In his heart, he was getting more and more anxious.
It was because what Zhang Feng said was too sensational, and Li Shimin really smelled a trace of something unusual from it!
Although he had reached an agreement with the Turks at Wei River and reached a temporary peace with them, if the Turks knew that the Longyou Road of the Tang Dynasty was affected by the disaster, the agreement would collapse in an instant.
In Li Shimin's mind, Zhang Feng's appearance and all the previous words appeared again.
After a moment of silence, Li Shimin, whose eyes were bloodshot, turned and asked, "Wuji, do you think there is a God in this world?"
Cheng Yaojin, who was standing by the side, heard this and shook his head slightly. "Your Majesty, don't be so anxious. Whether things are as Little Brother Zhang said is still unknown. Let's wait for a while. Old Cheng should be able to send back accurate information in two days."
However, at this time.
Before Zhangsun Wuji could finish his words.
A hurried shout came from the entrance of Taiji Palace.
"Reporting to Your Majesty! Urgent report from the border! "
Hearing this, Li Shimin abruptly turned around and personally opened the door.
A sand-covered soldier knelt at the entrance of Taiji Palace on one knee.
Li Shimin opened the door personally.
The soldier was so excited that his entire body was trembling. He took out a letter from his bosom and held it high above his head.
Li Shimin couldn't be bothered to say anything else. He took a deep breath, took the letter from the soldier's hand, and hurriedly skimmed through it.
After three breaths, Li Shimin's body began to tremble violently.
"Your Majesty, what, what happened to you?"
Seeing this, Zhangsun Wuji turned pale with fright and hurried forward.
Li Shimin waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Then, he handed the letter to Zhangsun Wuji.
Zhangsun Wuji took the letter and skimmed through it.
However, in the next moment, his eyelids twitched violently.
On the letter, he saw the following words:
"Near the Turkic royal city of Iron Mountain, heavy snow has been falling continuously for two months. Countless cattle and sheep have frozen to death …"
"Tuyuhun has been suffering from drought for a year. Thousands of miles of land have been barren. Weeds and books have been gnawed away!"
"Tubo's Tianshan River has dried up. There is a lack of food harvests. Countless people have starved to death!"
Looking at the letter written by Cheng Yaojin personally, Zhangsun Wuji's face darkened.
Although he had never met the mysterious shop owner, he had heard of him recently.
He also saw the reports on Li Shimin's desk. At this moment, Zhangsun Wuji was also shocked.
After reading the letter a few more times, he picked up the 'axe' signature that Cheng Yaojin had drawn on the memorial. Zhangsun Wuji was shocked.
There was not much in the letter.
However, every word indicated that what Zhang Feng had said was true!
How could this be?!
"Is Old Cheng's report accurate?"
After a while, Li Shimin asked in a serious tone.
Zhangsun Wuji took a deep breath.
"Your Majesty, this is indeed Old Cheng's handwritten letter. No one in the world can imitate his style of writing while drawing! Therefore, I believe that the report is accurate! "
Li Shimin rubbed his forehead. He looked at the soldiers at the door and waved his hand. "Men, reward them with a hundred taels of silver! However, remember, no one is allowed to speak of what happened today! "
The soldiers swore an oath and left in a hurry.
Zhangsun Wuji closed the door.
Li Shimin sat on the chair like a deflated balloon. He smiled bitterly and said, "I thought that I had seen countless people. However, I didn't know that there was a talent that the heavens had given to me from the Tang Dynasty!"
Zhangsun Wuji's eyelids twitched when he heard this.
"Your Majesty, I still don't understand. Logically speaking, how could a small citizen in Chang 'an City know about the Turkic snow disaster thousands of miles away? Moreover, from a small drought, how could he know that Tubo and Tuyuhun had encountered the same disaster? "
Li Shimin smiled bitterly and rubbed his forehead.
"I also want to know what you want to know! I just don't know if Longyou Dao … "
At this moment.
Cheng Yaojin's loud voice appeared at the door of Taiji Palace.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Urgent report! Urgent report from Longyou Dao! "
"…"
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