After Dorje Quli finished speaking, he looked at Lajia expectantly.
"Help." Lajia smiled bitterly, "You know that General Lari really wants to capture us, the Tibetan kings and nobles, and make us surrender."
"Master, it's impossible." Duoji Quli didn't dare to listen to his own ears. "Why don't they say they are Tibetan people? Why don't they help the Tibetan people?"
"Tubo people, if they were still the same before, they are completely different now." Lajia said with a wry smile.
Duoji Quli was even more confused and puzzled: "Master, I don't understand. He was originally from Tibet, why is he not now?"
"Tubo people, if being a Tibetan was the pride of Lagegeyue and the others in the past, now they have become a burden." Laga drank a glass of drunken spring breeze and felt even more bitter.
But what was worse than the bitterness in his mouth was the bitterness in his heart.
Duoji Quli bowed respectfully: "Master, why are you a burden? I don't understand at all."
As expected, he is a soldier and does not understand officialdom, but such a pure person is loyal to himself.
Thinking of this, his bitter heart felt better.
He took another sip of tea and patiently explained: "Did you notice that all the people who came out this time were Han Chinese, not a single Tibetan."
In fact, there were also cavalry from the Kingdom of Israel who came out to attack, but he did not arrive at the scene, and because they were under the banner of the security group, he thought they were all Han Chinese.
"Master, it is true that all of them are Han Chinese, but what does it have to do with General Lari?" Dorje Quli felt that he was getting more and more confused.
Lajia wanted to beat this elm head with wood, but after thinking about this man's loyalty to him, he had no choice but not to argue with him.
He said patiently: "Haven't you seen that in the past, the world was ruled by the Tubo people, and now it is ruled by the Han people. In order to show his loyalty to the Han people, the only way for Larige to show his loyalty to the Han people was to capture us, the nobles of the French king, to express our loyalty to the Han people."
"I understand, villain." Duoji Quli suddenly understood. He looked at the tea cup in Lajia's hand and asked cautiously: "Master, is this the reason why you are drunk in the spring breeze now?"
Lajia nodded and said, "So now you have to learn to get drunk with the spring breeze. Have a few more cups of the drunken spring breeze. Come on, come on, come on, sit down."
Lajia glanced at the soldiers, and finally gave instructions to the soldiers.
"Thank you, my lord." Dorje Quli bowed and said gratefully.
After Duoji Quli sat down, he asked puzzledly: "Why do you need a few more copies of Zui Chunfeng?"
Seeing that there were only two people drinking tea, he felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask.
"Guest, guest." Lajia replied and said to a chief soldier, "Go and surrender to the Han people."
Dorje Quli understood the reason and sighed.
Now that we are going around and around, we still have to surrender, and we have to imitate the Han people and get drunk on the spring breeze.
It seems that these teas are prepared for those Han people.
I'm just used to drinking butter tea, how can I get drunk in the spring breeze?
You know, they used to use tea bowls, never tea cups.
Thinking of this, Duoji Quli smiled bitterly, holding the tea cup and learning to drink tea.
He opened the tea cup and drank it impatiently.
Puff, puff, he immediately spit out the tea, stuck out his tongue, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's so hot, it's so hot."
"Drunken spring breeze is not like butter tea. You can't drink it in big gulps, you have to taste it slowly." He said while demonstrating when he saw Duoji Quli Niu chewing peonies.
He imitated Laga and drank the spring breeze, opened the tea cup, closed his eyes, and drank it reluctantly.
"Pfft, pfft." He spit out again: "Master, it's so bitter, so bitter, why does it taste so bitter?"
"Why is it bitter? If butter tea is the most complex tea in the world, then Zui Chunfeng is the simplest and purest tea in the world. It is the ancestor of tea and the soul of tea. Only when people get used to drinking it will they know what the real tea is. Tea." Lajia told Dorje Quli the knowledge about Zui Chunfeng he had learned from Jinshi.
Duojiquli drank slowly again
Mouth, still frowning: "Master, this is still bitter, really bitter."
"Try it with your eyes closed. Do you feel anything?" Laga continued his education.
Duoji Quli had no choice but to close his eyes and slowly swallow the tea in his mouth: "It seems to feel a little sweet."
"Yes, this is what the drunken spring breeze tastes like. It tastes bitter first and then sweet." Lajia stared at him, "Do you have any other feelings?"
"Other feelings, other feelings, let me think about it." Dorje Quli fell into thinking.
While demonstrating, Lajia continued to educate him: "That's not the case. If you open the cup a little, there will be a slight gap in the teacup and smell it with your nose."
"There seems to be a fresh fragrance, no, it's the scent of chestnuts." Dorje Quli was shocked, "Strange, the drunken spring breeze actually has the scent of chestnuts?"
"Exactly, this is the mystery of the drunken spring breeze. Not only are the tea leaves still the green of spring, but the fragrance is even more like the fragrance of chestnuts." Lajia sipped the tea gently while imitating the Han people and shaking his head.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva is so powerful," Duoji Quli said, bowing in the direction of Chengdu. "He actually made a simple tea leaf not only feel like spring all year round, but also has the fragrance of chestnut."
Dorje Quli saw Laga's appearance and felt that Laga was becoming more and more like a Han Chinese.
If he wears Hanfu and drinks tea from a teacup, he looks like an authentic Han Chinese from the back.
In Qingtang City, Larigeyo waved his whip in his hand and waved it desperately at his men: "Quick, quick, hurry up for me."
"Capture the Dharma King, capture Rakha." His men shouted loudly as they galloped their horses.
