"Your Majesty, which woman do you want to choose?"
Ma Zhong saw Ran Liang looking at him for a long time without saying anything, so he asked.
He has a strong sense of observation and clearly remembers the characteristics of several women, but he will tell Ran Liang in detail.
Ran Liang heard this, but did not answer immediately.
"Oh, it turns out that adults also have to make this choice."
Finally, Ran Liang chose the oldest woman, about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"What's her name?" Ran Liang asked as he looked at her.
"Your Majesty, this woman is called Parisades." Ma Zhong said.
"Parisades"
When Ran Liang heard such a name, he immediately felt a black streak.
When you hear this name, it sounds like it's meant to destroy your body. It's a mouthful.
"Okay, it's up to her. Send someone to inform Azimede. You will have full authority to handle the subsequent land cession and other matters." Ran Liang said.
Although the name of Parisadis really made him a little bit embarrassed.
But the remaining women are all too young, some are only twelve years old, or even eleven years old.
Only this Parisades is fifteen or sixteen years old, which is considered relatively old.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, your humble position will be handled properly!" Ma Zhong said.
The endless bombardment finally stopped on the entire Khorasan battlefield.
As soon as the Han army's trebuchets stopped, someone immediately came to the city of Khorasan holding high the token of Azimede, the leader of Sasanian Persia.
"By order of the Sassanid King, General Nazarbal is asked to come out!"
The people who came to deliver the order were Azime's closest confidants.
Naturally, everyone in Khorasan City’s generals knew this, and even more so Nazabal on top of the city.
"Sasanian King"
As soon as Nazabal heard this name, he guessed what happened.
really.
When the order of Azimed, the leader of the Sassanid Persian Kingdom, was read out, the entire defenders in Khorasan sighed in relief.
The Sasanian Persian state surrendered to the Han, and the war was over.
Yes, a surrender.
If you can't beat him, you just have to pretend to be a vassal and a grandson. This is the specialty of the Sasanian Persian state.
Anyway, he sued Rome many times for peace that year.
This time the enemy is in the east, so we should seek peace and surrender from the east.
No one, including Nazabal, thought there was anything wrong.
Dignity, to them, is nothing at all.
As long as you can survive, that's better than anything else.
"Put down your weapons and leave the great Han's city of Khorasan!"
When Nazarbar led the Sasanian Persian generals out of the city to surrender to Ran Liang, Ran Liang was riding on his horse and gave condescending orders.
"The great Han's city of Khorasan!"
These simple words made Nazabal feel a chill in his heart.
The great Han Pingxi King Ran Liang in front of him took back the city of Khorasan from Sasanian Persia. This was definitely not the end of Ran Liang's war in the northwest.
Perhaps, capturing the city of Khorasan was just the beginning of King Pingxi of the Han Dynasty's conquest of Persia.
Thinking of this, Nazabal couldn't help but raise his head and look at Ran Liang.
At this moment, Nazabal caught Ran Liang's gaze.
Ran Liang's eyes revealed strong ambition and determination.
Nazabal was startled and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.
"Nazaba, that's all!"
Ran Liang couldn't help complaining in his heart when he saw that Nazarbal was frightened by him.
The number one general on the Sasanian Eastern Front, nothing more than that.
As the Han army entered the city of Khorasan, more than 10,000 Sasanian Persian troops were required to give up all heavy armor and weapons, and left with only light knives, soft bows and other personal weapons.
There are only a few hundred households in Khorasan City, and most of them are Khorasan people.
Naturally, these people would not follow the Sasanian Persians.
Under the hands of the Sasanian Persians, they were treated like second-class people. Under the hands of the Easterners, they were second-class people at worst. Only fools would follow them.
When Ran Liang's Han banner, surrounded by thousands of troops, majestically entered the city of Khorasan, hundreds of local households in Khorasan warmly welcomed him on both sides of the street.
They are all familiar with this way of survival.
"The banner of the Han Dynasty has come to Khorasan City, long live the God of Light!" x
"Khorasan City is the territory of the Han Dynasty!"
"Long live the great man, long live the king of Pingxi!"
"Long live the great man Khorasan!"
These hundreds of Khorasan people cheering and cheering greatly inspired and moved Ran's conscience.
For a moment, Ran Liang almost had an illusion.
Could it be that this city of Khorasan is the land left by the Han Dynasty?
Ran Liang waved to the Khorasan people on both sides and said to Ma Zhong next to him.
"You must draw a scene like today's scene."
Ma Zhong smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have already arranged for someone to do it."
"Who arranged who?" Ran Liang asked quickly.
He didn't expect that Ma Zhong would quietly accept a disciple.
Ma Zhong pointed with his hand and saw a young man in official uniform dancing rapidly by the window on the upper floor of the street.
It was obvious that he was making a sketch, preparing to record today's victory of King Pingxi of the Han Dynasty entering Khorasan.
"Who is that?" Ran Liang saw that the man looked familiar.
"Not long ago, the former imperial official who was exiled to the Protectorate of the Western Regions and then came to serve was originally an official of the Luoyang Painting Academy and was called Wei Xie." Ma Zhong said.
When Ran Liang heard this, he immediately lost his composure.
"What, the Wei Association?"
"Yes, does the king know him too? I thought he was bragging." Ma Zhong said.
"We know each other, of course we know each other!"
Ran Liang looked at the sketches of Wei Xie on the second floor, and a new idea suddenly came to his mind.
“Who doesn’t know the Wei Association who hosted Emperor Mu’s banquet at Yaochi!” x
When he was studying at Imperial College in Luoyang, Ran Liang had heard of the name of the great painter of Wei Xie.
After the city entry ceremony was held, the Wei Association was immediately summoned in the city.
At this time, the Wei Association no longer had the rich temperament it once had in Luoyang.
The hardship of being condemned and exiled thousands of miles was very well reflected on his face.
"Xia Guan Wei Xie, I have met King Ping Xi!"
As soon as he saw Ran Liang, Wei Xie immediately wanted to salute.
"No gifts, no gifts!"
Ran Liang stopped him from saluting very grandly.
Then he helped him sit down.
"Mr. Wei, I would like to ask you where is the picture of Emperor Mu banqueting at the Yao Pond that you made," Ran Liang asked.
That was a famous work in Luoyang at that time, and Ran Liang thought of him first.
"Your Majesty, the painting should be in the painting academy in Luoyang now. It may be gone. I don't know," Wei Xie said.
It turned out that the Wei Xie family was involved in a case of resisting the new law, and were either exiled to serve in the Western Region Protectorate, or exiled to Liaodong to reclaim wasteland. div
The era of blood of Wuhu
