Songyu coughed and looked at everyone.
Although he was already dying, he was still Zamp after all, and some people couldn't help but bow their heads.
Everyone didn't feel this way before, after all, this Zamp is just a puppet.
Not only do they think this way, they also do it.
Unexpectedly, the whole family was captured by Zanpu, who was the most powerful in Tubo, and even had to be buried.
Seeing this, the ministers and nobles including Jia Luo and La Jia no longer dared to look down upon him.
This seems to be in response to the Han people's saying that if Zanpu doesn't sing, it will be enough. When it does, it must be amazing.
"Where were you ministers and nobles when I was attacked by Da Lun's poisonous arrows? When Da Lun's rebels attacked the city gate, where were you ministers and nobles?" Song Yu glanced at these ministers and nobles.
He saw Jia Luo, and Jia Luo also lowered his head.
He was looking at Lajia and the others, who all bowed their heads.
Jia Luo, La Jia and others thought for a while and decided to say: "Zan Pu, it's not that we don't want to help you, but the big talk is too powerful and we really can't afford to offend him."
In fact, their true psychology is that one is a puppet Zamp and the other is a big talker, which has little to do with them anyway.
"Gu knows that you want to make jokes on the sidelines, watching Gu and Da Lun kill you to death. In this case, what use does Gu have to hold you ministers and nobles?" Song Yu kept breathing while talking.
As he spoke, he glanced at the ministers, and finally saw that they no longer looked at him, but lowered their heads again.
In the past, these ministers had never paid much attention to him as Zanpu, thinking that he was a mascot.
Mascots are just there to look good. Apart from looking good, they have no other purpose.
They thought that, for the sake of his past experience, it would be good to be able to make him Zanpu.
As for respect, if you don’t have the strength, why should you respect me?
Not only does the grassland pay attention to strength, but Tubo is even more so.
Seeing these ministers and nobles finally bowing their heads again, although Song Yu felt it was difficult to breathe, he felt that he had finally spent a day in high spirits without looking at the arrogant appearance of these so-called ministers and nobles.
If only Zhaojiazhuang had come to Tubo earlier, Gu would not have been bullied by these so-called ministers, Song Yu thought.
Although he thought so, in fact, deep down in his heart, he was still very grateful to the little saint for winning the respect of the Tubo ministers and nobles in his last days.
Songyu felt that his strength was disappearing, but he still worked hard to say what he wanted to say.
"Any meritorious service must be rewarded. This is a natural arrangement. Since Zhaojiazhuang saved Gu and countered the Dalu rebellion on Gu's behalf, these rewards are natural. Besides, without Zhaojiazhuang, why would Tubo resist the Hu people. Qing Tangcheng is only five hundred miles away from Lanzhou, and the barbarians can attack Qingtang City at any time. When has Tubo ever been unified after being divided for so many years? Now, except for the help of Zhaojiazhuang, the unification of Tubo will always be a delusion. Let a little saint supervise the country, but it will be a lonely life. The most important decision." Song Yu used his last strength to say this and passed away soon after.
After hearing Song Yu's last words, all the ministers and nobles were powerless to object no matter how dissatisfied they were.
After all, no matter what, what is most important is the unification of Tibet, and what is most important is to resist the invasion of the barbarians.
From this point of view, Songyu still deserves the title of Zampu. No matter what, everything he did was for the sake of Tubo.
After hearing Song Yu's last unforgettable words, these Tubo ministers and nobles all seemed to be struck by morning bells and evening drums.
Zamp left, and all the ministers and nobles, including Jia Luo and La Jia, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
The same as before, this time the crying was no longer just a show, but came from deep within.
Of course, Da Lun and his family will not cry for Zamp.
Their lives have entered a countdown, and they are just counting how many days they can't live.
While Jia Luo and La Jia cried, they thought that although Tubo relied on Zhaojiazhuang, it should not be so heavily sinicized.
Not only was the official name changed to the official name of the Song Dynasty, but also education and imperial examinations were promoted.
Thinking of this, they were still full of resentment towards the dead Zamp.
It's just that the dead are the most important, so they won't say it here, they will just bury it in their hearts.
While they were crying, they looked at the crying Xinda Lun Li Yang with jealous eyes.
Study room in Zhaojiazhuang, Xixian County.
Zhao Ping received the letter from Xizuo via carrier pigeon and was dumbfounded. He summoned his subordinates Wenwu to discuss Zanpu's edict.
When Zhang Si saw it, he hurriedly raised his hands to express his congratulations: "Congratulations to the little saint, this is the most luxurious dowry in the world, and the whole Tubo is actually used as the dowry."
"Although Taizong of the previous dynasty was the emperor of the ages, he ceded the land as the mutangchi of Princess Wencheng." Xixing was not to be outdone. "Now it's the other way around. Tubo's Zanpu actually used the whole of Tubo as a dowry."
"Little saint, although this dowry looks big, it's just superficial." Zhang Hong coughed and reminded hurriedly.
Zhao Ping glanced at Zhang Hong happily, feeling that there was still a sane person, and said with relief: "Master Zhang is right, Tubo is no longer the Tubo of the previous dynasty. The Tibetans of the previous dynasty once invaded Chang'an, and if the weather had not been too hot, , Tubo would not retreat at all. At that time, Tubo's strength was similar to that of the Hu people now, otherwise the former Emperor Taizong would not have adopted the method of making peace."
"Little saint, this Tubo Zanpu had no choice but to resort to the method of making peace. What should we do with Zhaojiazhuang in the future? You know, it is a barren land and the Han people cannot occupy it. Even the former Tang Dynasty could not send troops to attack it." Wang Wenxiu frowned, he I feel that Tubo does not mean much to Zhaojiazhuang.
Yang Yun thought for a while and expressed his opinion: "Little sage, Xining is two thousand miles away from Xi County, and it is also a bitter and cold place. Without tens of thousands of heavy troops, it is impossible to defend the place. The general believes that, There are some areas where the gains outweigh the losses.”
"Little saint, Xining is full of foreign barbarians, just like the Anxi Protectorate of the previous dynasty. It is difficult to defend and easy to attack, and the risk is extremely high." Cao Ke considered it from a military perspective.
These civil servants considered it from the perspective of political achievements, the generals considered it from the perspective of reality, and the oldest Wang Wenxiu considered it from the perspective of history.
Everyone considers things from different angles and draws different conclusions.
Zhao Ping did not speak, but pointed to the map behind him and said to everyone: "Did you notice it?"
Everyone looked at the map, looked at it carefully, and shook their heads.
"Little saint, please forgive me for being clumsy and not seeing it." Yang Yun stepped forward and bowed, asking with a pious look on his face.
Zhao Ping took a step further and pointed to the location with his finger.
Yang Yun looked at it repeatedly and carefully, as if he understood: "Little sage, I understand, this seems to be the source of the Yellow River."
"What else?" Zhao Ping nodded and continued to ask.
Yang Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He didn't expect that this place was the source of the Yellow River and Dajiang: "Not only is it the source of the Yellow River, it is also the source of Dajiang (the ancient name of the Yangtze River)."
"Please take a closer look at Xingkong." Zhao Ping still didn't let go, pointing at the map with one hand and looking at him and asked.
Yang Yun looked carefully, his face a little uncomfortable: "There seems to be a big river flowing through Dali."
"Yes, this river flows through Dali, Bagan, Queen's Kingdom, Angkor, and Annan. I call it the Lancang River." Zhao Ping nodded and continued, "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky. In fact, not only does the water of the Yellow River come from here, Come, even Dajiang and Lancang River come from here."
"What the little saint said is indeed poetic," Yang Yun bowed his hands again and thought for a while, "but after all, it is still a place of poor mountains and poor waters."
Short-sighted, Zhao Ping felt sad for the people of this era.
But they are all his loyal subordinates, and they must be persuaded.
"Control Dingjun Mountain to control Hanzhong, and control Hanzhong to conquer the world. Do you think so?" Zhao Ping glanced at the people present, took a sip of tea, looked at Dingjun Mountain outside, and asked lightly.
Including Yang Yun, Zhang Si and others, everyone nodded together.
Isn't it? When the Han Dynasty, Liu Bang, and the Qin State began to rise, did they all start from Hanzhong?
Zhao Ping shook his head, pointed at the map and said, "That's wrong. The only way to control the world is to control the water sources of the three rivers."
Everyone was stunned by Zhao Ping's sudden thought, looked at each other, and fell into deep thought.
"Not only does the water source of Sanjiang River exist here, but it also has the world-famous green salt and the raw materials for making gunpowder, not to mention the raw materials for making clam oil that can beautify women." Zhao Ping seduced them step by step.
Sure enough, not only the eyes of the civil servants were shining, but also the generals could not help but be moved.
Wang Wenxiu still didn't seem to be convinced by Zhao Ping: "I'm telling you, little sage, I have a saying from a low-level official. I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"It doesn't matter, I called you all here just to discuss things with each other." Zhao Ping waved his hand, nodded, and looked at him to encourage him while drinking tea.
Wang Wenxiu took a deep breath and couldn't help but say: "Little saint, the plateau is bitterly cold. In the past, the powerful military force of the North had never penetrated the plateau. Is it possible now? I heard that the Hu people did not capture Tubo."
"Wang Zhixian is right. There are too many benefits to occupying Tubo. To attack Tubo from other places, you attack from bottom to top, which is difficult to attack at all. On the contrary, it is very easy to attack other places from Tubo. When Tubo attacked The same is true for Qianjin and Nanzhao. It can be said that if you control Tubo, you will be invincible." Zhao Ping did not directly answer Wang Wenxiu's question, but instead emphasized the benefits of the Tubo Plateau.
Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Not only did Zhao Ping not answer his question, but he emphasized the advantages of Tubo's terrain.
"Reporting to the little saint is a great way to get Tubo, but getting Tubo is even more difficult." Wang Wenxiu had to point out this point.
"Indeed, it is very difficult to get Tubo." Zhao Ping nodded and agreed with Wang Wenxiu. "There is a reason why the previous dynasty did not capture Tibet now. They could not adapt to the plateau climate for a while, because altitude sickness exists in those particularly high places. In fact, this altitude sickness is not unsolvable."
Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and then asked after Zhao Ping's words: "Little saint, the gains of attacking Tubo outweigh the losses. The lower official believes that we still have to attack Tubo."
"No, no, no." Zhao Ping shook his head, "The advantages of getting Tubo far outweigh the disadvantages."
"Little saint, I dare to ask, how to capture Tubo." Hearing that Zhao Ping was determined to attack Tubo, Wang Wenxiu felt that he should be like Wei Zheng and persuade Zhao Ping to go back.
Zhao Ping still did not answer his question, but asked again: "Has Wang Zhixian heard about Princess Wencheng?"
"Why don't you know? This is the shame of the previous dynasty. It couldn't defeat Tubo, but it used women to marry." Wang Wenxiu answered with some disdain, "It was precisely because Tubo was so difficult to conquer that Princess Wencheng's marriage came about."
"Yes, yes." Zhao Ping agreed with Wang Wenxiu and had no objection.
Wang Wenxiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of joy: "Little saint, Tubo is indeed difficult to capture. Just don't attack Tubo."
"But do you know? Princess Wencheng was not only able to enter Tubo, but she was also able to live in Tubo for forty years. What does that mean? It means that altitude sickness is not a problem at all. A weak woman raised in a boudoir can solve altitude sickness. Is it true? , we, these upright men, are not as good as a weak woman?" In order to convince them, Zhao Ping simply used Princess Wencheng as an example.
After saying that, Zhao Ping glanced at them one by one with his bright eyes.
Wherever Zhao Ping swept, the people there couldn't help but lower their heads.
No one present considered himself a man, but it was Zhao Ping who carried out Princess Wencheng, a weak woman.
Aren’t you men? Is it really inferior to a weak woman like Princess Wencheng?
Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but blush. He was now a man with a status similar to that of Zhizhou.
If he was said to be inferior to a weak woman, he might as well go back and kill him with a piece of tofu.
Although he felt it made sense, he was not completely convinced yet.
Wang Wenxiu felt that the little saint still didn't have a solution, so he bowed his hands and asked: "Little saint, how can I adapt to it?"
"Of course, the occupation of Tubo is a process and cannot be achieved overnight. When Princess Wencheng entered Tubo, she had to stop and go for several months before she could enter. As long as she adapts to Qingtang and nearby cities for a period of time, she can attack the interior of Tubo." Zhao Ping felt that Princess Wencheng was the best example and gave specific methods.
Everyone looked at each other, looked at each other with shame on their faces, and agreed to occupy Tubo.
Zhang Si and Xi Xing were even more happy. They congratulated each other when they saw Zhao Ping convincing the opponents.
Now that they have agreed to occupy Tubo, the next step is to discuss how to resolve the Tubo issue.
"Little saint, Xining is currently seriously short of soldiers and horses, and is facing a double attack by the Tubo and Hu people. And it only has a thousand soldiers and horses." Yang Yun raised his concerns from a military perspective.
Cao Ke was also worried: "Little sage, the situation in Xining is very different from that in Xixian. Not only is it far away from the Song Dynasty, but it is also surrounded by Tubo and barbarians."
"Little saint, Xining is not only far away from Xi County, but also the territory of the Hu people in the middle. I heard that the Hu people restrict the number of merchants. What should I do about this?" Zhao Yun was not willing to be outdone and asked a question.
