Wang Chong squinted at this sight, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair as he suddenly stood up and strode over. His right hand reached into the box and plucked out a small red flower. Its color and shape were exactly the same as in his memories. But even in his last life, he had never led an army to the plateau.
Moreover, it had been two lifetimes, and it had not been a very important matter at the time, so some of his memories were hazy.
Hiss!
Bringing the red flower to his nose, Wang Chong lightly sniffed it. There was no mistake about it! This was the smell, faint but very fresh, of the soil of the plateau. It was exactly the same as in his memories.
"Someone! Take these two boxes with you. Tell your subordinates to put them in a pot and make them into soup. In addition, in the future, put a little in every dish in the army. "
Wang Chong suddenly summoned the guards in the hall.
"Yes, your subordinate will do so."
A few guards quickly walked over.
"Mm."
Wang Chong nodded and then turned to the old steward on his left.
"Tell your patriarch that I am very satisfied with this matter. Have him ship a large quantity of these things over. "
"Yes!"
The old steward was overjoyed. There was no doubt that they had found the right thing. Only those who actually bought rhodiola would understand. Just as Wang Chong had said, this thing could be found everywhere on the plateau. It truly was a wild flower. The patriarch had only needed to spread the news, and a large number of shepherds had quickly arrived.
Moreover, because it was said to be used for horse defecation, the price was unimaginably cheap. One could buy a large bundle for just a few taels of silver. It was easy, and he could also gain the favor of an important figure like the Young Marquis. Why not?
"In addition, has there been any activity at Talas?"
Wang Chong asked.
"Replying to Marquis, there has been no news for now. The Arabs are doing as usual. Rest assured, Marquis, the Patriarch said that since this matter was ordered by Marquis, our Yang Family will definitely fight to the death. No matter what the Arabs do, even if it's a mosquito, they will definitely report it to Marquis. "
When the old butler heard the question, his expression turned solemn. He bowed and answered respectfully.
"En. Tell him to be ready at all times to answer my summons. "
Wang Chong said solemnly. Although the matter of Ouzan and the Turks was important, the most important matter was Talas and Arabia. This was what Wang Chong was most concerned about. The old butler left very quickly. After he left, Wang Chong fell into deep thought. Up until now, the Arabs had shown no signs of movement, and no Arab soldiers had infiltrated Talas.
The cicada senses the autumn wind before it moves. If the Arabs were making any strange movements, they would have noticed. In other words, he still had enough time.
… This can be said to be the best news I have right now. I hope that this battle at Talas will not be affected by my appearance and that there will be no new changes. "
Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
Ever since his reincarnation, many things had changed. The fate of the Wang Clan, the fate of The King of Song, the fate of the southwest … Wang Chong was most worried about the butterfly effect that would cause everything to change, especially the timing. But it seemed that the Battle of Laishiluo had not changed much.
At the very least, he had to first pacify the internal situation. If he wanted to stabilize Qixi and fend off Ouzan to the west and the Turks to the east, he still had time.
"Preparedness ensures success, and unpreparedness ensures failure. Although the Arabian Empire hasn't shown any signs of movement yet, I still have to take precautions."
After a few moments of thought, Wang Chong returned to his seat. He took a fine brush from the red sandalwood brush rack, dipped it in ink, and then began to write on a piece of paper. This letter was addressed to a person Wang Chong had never met, and Wang Chong didn't know if this letter would be of any use or if it could convince that person.
But Wang Chong had no choice but to do this. Because this matter was extremely important to him. If he succeeded, he might be able to avoid the first clash between the Arabs and the Tang dynasty. If the Battle of Talas had not occurred, or if it had been delayed, he would have had enough time to respond.
"To the Young Marquis of the Wushang of the Tang dynasty, Wang Chong, to the Right Imperial Guard Great General, the Prefectural Duke of Miyun …"
Rumble! Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside the window, and dark clouds gathered. At the same time, the Stone of Fate's long-awaited voice resounded in his mind. However, it was different from the previous times. This time, the Stone of Fate's voice was much softer, and it lacked its usual sharpness.
"Note: User is touching the bottom line of the Laws. Starting from now, for every second that passes, ten points of Destiny Energy will be deducted. Depending on how serious user's condition is, additional points of Destiny Energy will be deducted, or even obliterated."
Just as I expected!
As Wang Chong heard the voice in his mind, he keenly noticed the change in the Stone of Destiny's wording. In the past, the Stone of Destiny had always used words like 'warning', but this time, although it directly began to deduct Destiny Energy, and at a rate of ten points per second, which seemed severe, it wasn't the case at all.
The Stone of Destiny's wording was no longer the usual 'warning'. For the first time, it had used the words' note ', which were clearly much less severe.
… It's exactly as I guessed!
Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
After so long, he had gotten used to the Stone of Destiny's style, and Wang Chong had gradually begun to understand a few rules and principles. For example, the Stone of Destiny's judgments were clearly divided into different levels. At the highest level, failure would result in immediate obliteration, and there was basically no reward, only the consumption of Destiny Energy. For example, 'World Energy Restraint'.
In the past, this had been Wang Chong's greatest worry, but now that he had enough Destiny Energy, Wang Chong was no longer very concerned about this.
The second was when there was a reward for a mission, but failure would result in obliteration, such as' Empire's Elegy '.
The third was when there was a reward for a mission, but failure would result in a penalty of Destiny Energy. For example, 'The Threat to Qixi', the mission to kill Dayan Mangpoje.
At the time, Wang Chong had deduced that there was another level below the Stone of Destiny, and there was no doubt that this was what he was doing. And things had played out just as he had predicted. Although it seemed severe, the penalty of ten points per second was insignificant compared to what he was doing.
In addition, the Stone of Destiny had used 'caution', not 'warning'.
Missions all have a context to follow, and there are rules that can be used. It now seems that the Stone of Destiny forbids the leaking of those major historical events with far-reaching effects. You can do it, you can participate in it, you can change it, but it forbids leaking it, and the consequences of violating this rule are extremely severe. But if it's just discussing, leaking, and changing a small part of this major event, using an unimportant method to explain it, then putting it simply, I'll be skirting the line, and there won't be any problems.
As these thoughts flew through his mind, Wang Chong quickly calmed down and continued writing.
In the end, this letter deducted six hundred points of Destiny Energy from Wang Chong, but Wang Chong no longer cared. No matter how much Destiny Energy was deducted, to Wang Chong, the first thing was that he had verified his conjecture. If this method worked, he would have one more way to change his fate.
Most importantly, if this letter could be of use, then no amount of Destiny Energy would be able to compare to it.
"I hope that person will listen to me."
Wang Chong walked out of the window. The sky was overcast, and the rain was still pouring. On the walls, the craftsmen had already stopped to rest. In the northwest of the empire, in the region of Qixi bordering the desert, such a heavy rain was extremely rare. Cuckoo! The pigeon cawed in Wang Chong's hand. Wang Chong stuffed the letter into a small bamboo tube and quickly released it.
The messenger pigeon seemed to have sensed something. Its round eyes turned a few times before it suddenly spread its wings and turned into a bolt of lightning. It soared into the sky in the thunderstorm and quickly disappeared into the sky.
… …
Whoosh!
His gaze followed the messenger pigeon through the curtain of rain, across the heavy void, all the way to the northwest. The pigeon did not stop, swiftly flying over the Qixi Protectorate headquarters. Regardless of day or night, it continued northwest, passing through the bustling kingdoms of the west and following the Silk Road to the distant Cong Mountains. Finally, it stopped at the farthest western border of the empire, the Four Garrisons of Anxi.
Whoosh! With a flap of its wings, the gray pigeon shot down from the sky like an arrow, descending into the estate below. The estate was surrounded by guards, all of them fully armored and armed to the teeth. Some of them were even equipped with ballistae and other heavy weapons. It appeared to be heavily guarded and intimidating.
The two black Qilins at the gate raised their heads to the sky, their fierce and savage expressions a testament to the authority of the estate's master.
In truth, on the western border of the empire, in the entire Western Regions, there was no place more noble and authoritative than this estate. Whether it was the kingdoms of the Western Regions or the merchants of the Abbasid Caliphate or Charax Spasinu, all of them were under the control of the master of this estate.
'Anxi Protectorate Headquarters'!
The plaque on the gate was made of Xuan Iron, and the words' Cast in Iron and Silver Waves' were written on it, revealing the true identity of the master of the estate.
This was the core of the Four Garrisons of Anxi, the farthest point of authority on the western border of the empire. All the elites from the Tang Dynasty of the Central Plains, the various prefectures, and the border defenses would eventually be sent here, to this strategic fortress far from the capital, far from the Central Plains, and far from the imperial favor.
Whoosh whoosh!
Drop after drop of rain fell from the clouds in the sky, onto the roof tiles, onto the eaves, and into the canal under the eaves. The fine drizzle blurred the line between heaven and earth, shrouding the world in a layer of green mist.
"Interesting!"
In the open room was a handsome and elegant middle-aged man of around thirty or forty years of age, dressed in magnificent armor, exuding a dignified and dignified air. He was currently examining a letter in his hand with great interest. His eyes were long and narrow, a rarely seen single eye among men, but they also exuded the bearing and dignity of a man who had been tempered through a hundred bloody battles.
His appearance was very similar to that of the Han of the Central Plains, but upon closer inspection, it was also completely different.
Although few people in the Central Plains recognized him, in the Western Regions, whether it was Anxi or Arabia, there were probably very few people who did not recognize him, and even fewer who did not know his name!
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