Large tallow candles were burning in the lobby, and the whole hall was brightly lit.
Zhao Yang didn't even look at him and came straight to Wang Wenxiu.
He stepped forward, bowed his hands, and said to Wang Wenxiu: "I would like to report to the special envoy Wang that my subordinates have fulfilled their mission. The person has been rescued and the prisoner has been brought."
"Zhao, you are lying. The temple does not have the things you said at all." Jialuo did not believe what Zhao Yang said at all.
He sent out the most powerful heavy cavalry, which is the only heavy cavalry in the world today.
Speaking of heavy cavalry, Xixia also had a heavy cavalry in the past.
But with the fall of Xixia, the heavy cavalry also disappeared.
The reason why Xixia can exist for two hundred years is that Xixia had the only heavy cavalry at that time - the Iron Harrier Army.
Heavy cavalry cannot be maintained like light cavalry, and there are only three thousand in the entire Xixia.
Jialuo sent a thousand heavy cavalry, obviously full of strong confidence in victory.
Zhao Yang still ignored him and shouted: "Bring him up."
The first ones who came in were Wang Dalang and Wang Auntie. Seeing Wang Wenxiu and others, they couldn't help but tremble with fear. They lowered their heads and didn't dare to look up at the crowd.
Now the sister seems to be unsteady and is being supported by her younger brother.
"I'm reporting to the special envoy Wang that these two siblings were sent to Nanzhao Temple by the Tubo nobles. The lama skinned one of them and prepared to kill the other to perform Buddhist rituals." Zhao Yang just looked at Aunt Wang, the sister and brother, and bowed his hands. Report.
Jia Luo looked at Wang Dalang and his sister coldly, stretched out his right hand and reprimanded loudly: "Zhao, I don't know where you found these two people, and you just want to frame me in the Tubo temple. Let me tell you, as long as I, Jia Luo, are here, I can't help you." There’s no way.”
"Report to the envoy Wang, Mrs. Wang was injured on her back because she was skinned by the lama, so she cannot stand for a long time." Zhao Yang ignored Jia Luo's accusation and reported to Wang Wenxiu with a bow.
Wang Wenxiu and the other three couldn't help but be shocked. The three of them looked at each other, and they were all dumbfounded and didn't believe it at all.
Wang Wenxiu coughed, looked at Zhao Yang, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this true?"
This is extremely important evidence. When Wang Wenxiu said this, his voice was trembling.
"Tell Special Envoy Wang that Aunt Wang was rescued by He Ziping and Commander He. He knows best." Zhao Yang bowed his hand again and named an extremely important witness.
Wang Wenxiu nodded, patted the gavel, and said in a deep voice: "Bring witnesses up."
He Sian also came in with a dark and tired look on his face.
"I have met three special envoys." He bowed his hands and bowed, but also did not bow to Jia Luo and La Jia.
Jia Luo and La Jia looked very green. After all, they were also Tibetan ministers, one was the right prime minister and the other was a political governor.
Although Zhao Yang and He Sian are members of the security team, they are technically superiors here.
But the two turned a blind eye to the Tubo court ministers, which made Jia Luo and La Jia furious.
Fortunately, the two of them were senior officials of the imperial court after all, so although they were extremely angry, they had not yet acted rudely.
They were angry, and Zhao Yang, He Sian and others were even more angry. The dignified Han people were reduced to slaves of the Tubo people, and they were also skinned and beheaded.
You treat the Han people like this, how can we, the Han soldiers, give you a good look?
Wang Wenxiu, Zheng Ding, and Yu Qishi naturally knew that Zhao Yang, He Sian and others had grievances, but they did not expect that the grievances would be so great.
Wang Wenxiu and Yu Qishi felt that Zhao Yang and He Sian were indeed rude to the two Tibetan ministers.
Wang Wenxiu was a scholar after all, and he was about to reprimand him immediately, but Zheng Ding shook his head and stopped him.
Zheng Ding was a soldier, and he admired Zhao Yang and others very much, thinking that Zhao Yang and others were full of blood.
If the Tibetans really slaughtered the Han people as cattle and sheep, then why should the Han people be polite to the Tibetans?
Wang Wenxiu had no choice but to nod his head and asked in a deep voice: "He Shichang, General Zhao said that Aunt Wang was skinned, what's going on?"
He Sian bowed his hands and explained the whole process in detail.
When He Sian mentioned that Aunt Wang was skinned alive by the Tibetan lama in Xizhao Temple, Wang Wenxiu and the others could no longer sit down.
"Can I check?" Wang Wenxiu looked at Jia Luo and La Jia coldly. Now he finally understood why Zhao Yang and He Sian didn't greet them.
It’s just that if a normal Han doesn’t get angry when he hears that his colleagues are skinned by other people, then he doesn’t deserve to be a Han at all.
He Sian nodded, bowed his hands and reported: "To inform the special envoy Wang, there is still a palm-sized skin on Aunt Wang's back that was peeled off by the lama. Of course, we can check it. However, my subordinates have already applied medicine, so they must be careful. After all, it is too painful for a person to be peeled off. "
Having said this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and glared at Jia Luo.
Although Lajia hates him, he is just a big nobleman, not the same kind as the lama.
And Jialuo was also a lama, so He Sian couldn't help but wish that the higher-ups would skin him and let him taste the feeling of being skinned.
Jia Luo couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart when he saw He Sian's extremely hateful look.
But after all, he was a senior official in the Tubo court and a Dharma king among the lamas, so he soon returned to normal.
Hearing what He Sian said, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He didn't expect that his heavy cavalry would be defeated by the opponent, and the opponent would be able to enter Xizhao Temple.
Now his eyes and brain are moving rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.
When Lajia heard this, she was also surprised.
Lamas skinned people alive. As a noble, of course he knew that. He even contributed his slaves to the temple to skin them alive.
Slaves are just talking beasts of nobles, so of course they deserve to be skinned and slaughtered.
Since you have become a slave, you should have the consciousness to be a slave.
In Buddhist terms, this is a sin you committed in your previous life, and you should eliminate it in this life.
What surprised him was that the other party caught them skinning people alive.
Lajia's eyes quickly moved and he kept thinking.
Not only did Jia Luo complain to the special envoy of the Supervisory State, but he also sat here extremely calmly, obviously feeling confident.
What does Jialuo rely on? Of course, Tubo's only heavy cavalry of a thousand men.
Although Lajia is sitting here, he is always in contact with the outside world.
His subordinates constantly reported to him the progress of the matter, keeping him informed.
He knew that Jialuo sent a thousand heavy cavalry, but he did not expect that the security regiment only sent 300 light cavalry. He felt that the security regiment was overconfident.
But the result was beyond his expectation. The security group not only defeated three times more heavy cavalry, but also captured the relevant personnel.
When Raga heard this, he couldn't help but be horrified.
You know, Jialuo is not an ordinary soldier, but the only heavy cavalry in the world.
He was already optimistic about the fact that the security regiment defeated 10,000 cavalry, but he did not expect that the security regiment actually defeated the heavy cavalry.
The little saint now has great righteousness and strong military strength, which puts great pressure on nobles like them.
Although the pressure is great, after all, Lajia is not a lama, and he does not have the caring and heart-ache feeling of Jialuo.
Now he will see how Jia Luo, the right prime minister, responds to the complaint from the security group.
"Let a Han woman and a Tibetan woman go to the next room at the same time to check the wounds." Although Wang Wenxiu was extremely angry, he still calmly ordered.
During a cup of tea, two women in their thirties burst into tears.
While wiping the redness and swelling, the Han woman sobbed and said, "My lord, that little lady is so pitiful. She was flayed alive with a wound the size of a palm on her back. Who did this evil thing?"
Wang Wenxiu had expected it, but when he heard the Han woman say this, his body couldn't help but tremble.
He was a man of letters. He had rarely encountered anyone fighting and killing him, and he had never heard of skinning a person alive.
Now someone testified that it turned out to be the truth. I almost vomited out the overnight meal and couldn't help but retching.
Wang Wenxiu felt uncomfortable, and Yu Qishi felt equally uncomfortable. They both rubbed their necks, trying to stop their stomachs from violently retching and convulsing.
Although the Han woman expressed her stance, the Tibetan woman did not.
When Jia Luo saw this, he couldn't help but sneer, and La Jia couldn't help but shake his head.
You Han people are united, and the Tubo people are not stupid either.
Seeing that the Tubo woman did not express her position, Wang Wenxiu was shocked and asked in a deep voice: "Qu Zhen, did you see that?"
Upon hearing this surprise, Qu Zhen was stunned for a moment, obviously she had never seen it before.
Not only that, the officials on both sides beat the water and fire sticks and shouted together: "Mighty."
Hearing this voice, Qu Zhen turned even paler.
"My lord, I saw it." She could only answer simply, as if she didn't like to talk too much.
Hearing this, Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but frown. He was not satisfied with what the other party said.
He was stunned again and asked in a deep voice: "Qu Zhen, don't say half a word, what did you see?"
"My lord, I saw a wound the size of a palm on the little lady's back, as well as peeled skin." Faced with Wang Wenxiu's pressing questions, she had no choice but to answer them all.
Could it be that she was a Tubo woman who was not as excited as a Han woman when she found out about skinning people alive?
Thinking of this, Wang Wenxiu felt even more uncomfortable.
"I'm telling you, Special Envoy Wang, that the little lady's back has been skinned and the wound will be involved when standing, so she cannot stand for a long time." Wang Wenxiu felt uncomfortable, and Zhao Yang felt bad, so he reminded Wang Wenxiu.
"Left or right, give the little lady a chair and let her sit down." Considering that the skin on Aunt Wang's back was skinned and it would be easy to injure the wound while standing, a chair with a backrest was specially arranged for her.
"No." An official immediately brought a chair with a backrest.
Wang Dalang helped Aunt Wang sit down on the board. The two of them looked at Jia Luo with angry expressions on their faces.
One of the siblings was skinned, the other was sad, and they had no good impressions of all the lamas in red.
Wang Wenxiu saw that the status of the Han people was so low. If he could not rectify the name of the Han people, he would be in vain to serve as a supervisor of the country for a little saint.
Thinking of this, he was stunned: "Take the prisoner."
Everyone couldn't help but look outside to see what the prisoner looked like.
This person is indeed a lama, but he is just a man wearing red clothes and a sinister face, about forty years old.
As he struggled, he shouted loudly: "I am a lama."
Although he made a fuss, he was still escorted by the security team officers.
Duoji was originally uneasy. After coming in from the outside, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the crowd. At most, he looked around secretly.
But Jialuo, who was wearing red, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but cast a look for help at Jialuo.
When Jialuo saw Duoji, he did not comment, but nodded slightly towards him.
Seeing Jialuo's gaze, Dorje suddenly calmed down.
"Duoji, do you know this little lady?" Wang Wenxiu slapped the alarm, pointed at Aunt Wang, looked at Duoji, and asked in a deep voice.
This is a difficult question to answer. If we talk about understanding, it is obviously inseparable.
If he said he didn't know him, he would be lying.
Suddenly he rolled his eyes and had an idea: "Sir, this little monk doesn't know this little lady."
"You were the one who skinned this little lady, and you said you didn't know her. A monk, you're talking nonsense." Wang Wenxiu slapped her on the wall and shouted loudly: "Pull her down and hit her fifty times."
"Sir, I really don't know this little lady, because I have never seen her face. Her face was facing the ground at the time." Duoji was anxious when he heard that he was about to be beaten fifty times, and said hurriedly.
Wang Wenxiu slapped the scarecrow again, smiled coldly, and shouted sternly: "Duoji, since you have seen the little lady's back, it is obviously you who skinned her."
"Sir, the monk didn't skin her." Duoji suddenly denied.
Could it be that Duoji knew the consequences would be serious and hurriedly denied it?
It seems that this Dorje, even though he is a lama, actually lies.
"Bring evidence and witnesses." Wang Wenxiu slapped the alarm again and ordered coldly.
The first thing that came up was a boning knife and a wide stool.
He Sian pointed at the boning knife and the stool and said bitterly, pointing at Duoji: "Report to the special envoy of the king, when my subordinates entered the ritual hall of Xizhao Temple, they saw four lamas placing the young lady on this stool. It was exactly This Dorje is taking a boning knife and peeling the skin off Aunt Wang’s back.”
"Special envoy, this is just your one-sided statement, and since this person named He is from the security group, he will naturally testify for you." Jia Luo stood up at this time and questioned Wang Wenxiu.
Not only that, Jia Luo also looked at La Jia and asked: "Laga, what do you think?"
Laga is a political governor, equivalent to a deputy prime minister.
He had been drinking butter tea with a nonchalant attitude. He didn't expect that Jialuo would turn the question to him.
"Jia Luo, what's going on?" He put the butter tea on the table and asked with a bow.
We are all Tubo people, why don’t we speak for the Tubo people?
Thinking of this, Jia Luo was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, wanting to step forward and beat La Jia.
But now that he had something to ask for, he had no choice but to keep this thought in his heart.
Jialuo gritted his teeth and tried to calm down his expression.
He bowed his hands to Lajia and asked in a deep voice: "Laga, your surname is from the security group. Of course, speaking for the security group is not fair at all. Do you think this is the case?"
Not only Jia Luo looked at him, but Wang Wenxiu, Zheng Ding and others also looked at him to see how he would answer.
Lajia felt that she was in a dilemma. She felt uncomfortable whether to answer or not.
On one side is the powerful security group, and on the other is Pingzhang political minister Samana Bochan Bugara.
Although the security team is powerful, they are outsiders.
Although Jialuo is not as powerful as the other party, he is a Tubo after all.
Looking at everyone's gaze, he couldn't help but turn his eyes several times. What should he do?
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