"General, we know that our request is a little rude. Language communication requires a great deal of time, energy, and money, and we also need to use the resources of Generals, but in terms of money, we can afford it."
At this moment, Bahram also spoke.
The Tang Dynasty had already lost many people to help the Khorasani and rebels resist the Arabs. To make such a request at a time like this was somewhat unreasonable and excessive. But Bahram had to say it.
"Hahaha, Great General Bahram, you've misunderstood!"
Wang Chong finally stood up from his seat and turned to Gao Xianzhi.
"Lord Protector-General, are you still worried about the language?"
Gao Xianzhi said nothing, only looked at the confused Bahram and the others with a complicated expression.
Wang Chong silently smiled. In this alliance, the Khorasani and rebels were far more dependent on the Tang Dynasty than the Tang Dynasty on the Khorasani and rebels. While Gao Xianzhi was still worried about the language barrier and the alliance's inability to communicate, the Khorasani and rebels were far more worried than the Tang Dynasty.
"Great General Bahram, commanders, be at ease. I can give you an answer right now. There's no problem. We will use all kinds of resources to quickly establish Tang language schools in Khorasan and other places. "
Wang Chong faintly smiled.
"Ah!"
All of them had believed that the matter was over, but they were overjoyed at this news.
"Wonderful!"
"Many thanks, General! Many thanks, General!"
… …
All of them were in high spirits. The assimilation of the Chinese language, or rather, the Tang language, had gone much faster and smoother than Wang Chong had expected. After witnessing the power of the Tang Dynasty, the rebels felt like they were hungry and thirsty. Wang Chong called over Won Shu-young and had Won Shu-young and Gao Xianzhi decide the specifics together.
When he walked out of the room, the blizzard in the sky had completely stopped. Looking at the sky that was gradually clearing up, Wang Chong's mind was in turmoil. For some reason, Wang Chong suddenly thought of Xu Yi-qin in distant Qixi.
"I wonder how Qiqin is doing?"
Wang Chong thought to himself.
Wang Chong had actually sent letters to Feng Changqing, the great clans, and Xu Yi-qin to discuss the political affairs of Khorasan. But for some reason, only Xu Yi-qin had not replied, even though the supplies had never been cut off. This kind of situation had never happened before, so Wang Chong couldn't help but worry.
"I hope Qiqin is fine."
Wang Chong thought for a moment and quickly entered the study. A moment later, a messenger pigeon soared into the sky and quickly disappeared in the northeast direction.
…
In the distant Qixi, in a house in the northwest, the winter plum blossoms were blooming, their fragrance wafting through the air. Behind the plum blossoms, a white-clothed woman with a sickly and pale complexion was leaning against an open window, lightly sniffing the plum blossoms.
"Young Lady, you should close the window. The air is cold, and your body is still weak. You should rest. "
A maid's voice came from behind her, tinged with concern and concern.
"It's fine."
Xu Qiqin waved a finger that had become much thinner.
"I can still endure it. It's rare for me to get some fresh air, so let me take a look."
"Girl, don't try to persuade her. Your young lady has been locked up in her room for so long. It's rare for her to feel a little better and be willing to open the window for some fresh air. Just let her be. In at most five minutes, we'll close the window. "
The voice of a middle-aged woman came from behind her, tinged with warmth.
"Come, Lady Xu. I've cooked a bowl of ginger soup. Drink it while it's hot. You won't feel so cold."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman dressed in plain clothes and a cotton dress with thorns on it walked to the window with a bowl of ginger soup in her hands and handed it to Xu Qiqin beside her.
"Madam Feng, thank you."
Xu Yi-qin turned her head and took the bowl of ginger soup, a look of gratitude on her face.
Madam Feng was naturally the wife of Feng Changqing's Doctor Feng, the Wall of the Empire of Anxi. While Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi were fighting on the front lines, Xu Yi-qin and Feng Changqing were responsible for all the matters in the rear, including the logistics. Xu Yi-qin's illness could be concealed from others, but it could not be concealed from the meticulous Feng Changqing.
Upon learning that Xu Yi-qin was ill, Feng Changqing had quickly dispatched his wife and several renowned doctors from the Western Regions to the Qixi Protectorate headquarters to take care of Xu Yi-qin. It was only thanks to the methods of those renowned doctors and Madam Feng's consideration and care that Xu Yi-qin managed to survive.
Although she still hadn't fully recovered, her entire body was much better.
As she watched Xu Yi-qin finish her bowl of ginger soup, Madam Feng's face finally relaxed. But then she thought of something and said,
"Lady Xu, in truth, there's no need for this. Even now, the Young Marquis still hasn't learned of your illness. In truth, as long as you tell him, I'm confident that he'll quickly come to Qixi. "
"That's exactly what I don't want."
Xu Yi-qin shook her head, dazedly gazing out the window at the dark red plum blossoms.
"No matter how many things a girl has to deal with, they can't compare to the important affairs of the country. Wang Chong is fighting on the front lines with Lord Gao. I don't want to distract him because of my matters. "
"But shouldn't you at least write a letter to him?"
Madam Feng asked, her gaze fixed on the letter in Xu Yi-qin's hand. This was a letter that Wang Chong had sent from Khorasan not too long ago. She could sense that Xu Yi-qin liked Wang Chong, but for some reason, she had been suppressing herself, not even willing to write a letter.
Xu Yi-qin shook her head.
"Wang Chong recognizes my handwriting. If I write a letter, he'll be able to quickly tell from my handwriting that I've fallen ill. At that time, all my efforts will have been for naught. "
Madam Feng was dumbfounded. She could no longer speak. She had only known that Xu Qi was unwilling to write a letter, but she hadn't expected this.
"Haaa!"
As she gazed at Xu Yi-qin's pale and determined expression, Madam Feng could only give a long sigh.
The three of them were silent in the room.
Flapflap! As Xu Yi-qin was staring out the window in a daze, she heard the flapping of wings in the distance. Xu Yi-qin raised her head and saw a white carrier pigeon flying through the sky, quickly descending from the northwest and landing in front of the window.
Madam Feng and Xiao Zhu also looked over and immediately saw the golden insignia on the carrier pigeon's right leg.
It was a letter from the Young Marquis!
The two of them recognized it at a glance. After serving at Xu Yi-qin's side for so long, the two of them were extremely familiar with the carrier pigeon that Wang Chong had used to deliver his message.
In front of the window, Xu Yi-qin clearly recognized it as well. She lightly held up the carrier pigeon, a faint blush on her face.
… …
In the distant Ouzan Plateau, the land was covered in white snow. From Khorasan to Samarkand, through Anxi, Qixi, and Longxi, the Central Plains was in a frenzy, basking in the joy of victory, but the Ouzan Plateau was currently immersed in sorrow and heaviness.
The wind and snow had still not completely died down. Strand by strand, they drifted through the air like snapped strings of beads.
In the middle of the blizzard, the most revered Imperial Minister of the Ouzan Empire, Dalon Trinling, was wrapped in a snowy fur coat, his face grief-stricken. At his side, countless guards of the royal capital gripped their spears and halberds as they closely followed. Even the supreme ruler of the plateau, the Tsenpo, who rarely left the royal palace, was standing at his side.
To the entire Ouzan Empire, this was fated to be an extremely important day. It was not because of the extreme cold and the blizzard that had frozen countless cattle and sheep to death, but because of the people lying on brown mats on the icy ground.
Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huizang, and Dusong Mangpoje. The empire had just suffered the heaviest loss in its history, losing its most important minister and two generals. Their corpses had finally arrived at the royal capital of the Ouzan Empire.
"Ruozan, why is it like this?"
Dalon Trinling slowly walked over and kneeled down next to Dalun Ruozan, his face brimming with grief.
"You privately mobilized the Mutri Great Cavalry, borrowed the soldiers of the Yarlung Royal Lineage, and contacted Dusong Mangpoje … Did you really think that I didn't know? Without my permission, did you really think that you could have taken these soldiers away? Why were you such a fool? How could the Tsenpo and I blame you? "
Dalon Trinling's heart trembled as he gazed at that pale face, his eyes tightly shut, his face devoid of blood. He had ruled over this empire for more than a decade, commanded an army at the age of twelve, fought against the Tang Dynasty, and made a name for himself throughout the world. Dalon Trinling's heart had never been disturbed, but at this moment, great waves were raging in his heart, and he could no longer maintain his usual calm.
"Imperial Minister, you have to take revenge for the Prime Minister and the general!"
At this moment, a voice rang out in his ear. Huoba Sangye's eyes were scarlet as he clenched his teeth and crawled to Dalon Trinling's side, his face brimming with grief and indignation.
"The Prime Minister and the general died so miserably. No matter what, we have to make the Tang people pay the price."
Slap!
Before Huoba Sangye could finish speaking, a slap landed on his face, the enormous force causing half his face to swell up.
"Imperial Minister!"
Huoba Sangye held his swollen cheek, dumbfounded by Dalon Trinling's slap.
"Bastard! If not for your stubbornness, would the Mutri Great Cavalry have suffered such heavy losses? As the commander of the royal capital, you didn't even ask for my or the Tsenpo's orders before taking your soldiers and leaving. Do you still have any respect for the Tsenpo!? " Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje are fine, but Dalun Ruozan is only a civil minister. Your defeat is fine, but you can't even bring back a civil minister like Dalun Ruozan! "
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