Li Yifu whispered: "Gong Yu is right."
The Ministry of Rites arranged for a painter to draw the appearance of the Gauls. These people wore very little cloth.
Yuan Gongyu glanced at the portrait and said, "Men wear skirts? They are still so short."
The Gauls' beards are yellow and their eyes are blue.
Western customs and the appearance of Westerners were written into the classics of the Ministry of Rites of the Tang Dynasty.
It took the three Gauls a month of walking from Chang'an City to reach the Hexi Corridor.
The Hexi Corridor is very lively now. Tubo people use Guanzhong dialect when talking to Turks, and Guanzhong dialect is also used when talking to Tubo people in the Western Regions.
Guanzhong dialect is now the most reputable language in the Hexi Corridor. As long as you speak Guanzhong dialect, your business will be better and you will be able to gain a foothold in the Hexi Corridor.
For many people outside Guanzhong, learning Guanzhong dialect and Guanzhong etiquette has become a required course.
But there are also many older people who are terrible at learning.
Someone also told Dickson about this.
But Di Zhisun let it go. He smiled and said to the clerk beside him: "This is what the Marquis of Lishan County meant."
"Here."
Another petty official hurried up to the Jiayuguan gate tower. This gate tower was completed only two years ago. It stands at the west end of the Hexi Corridor, like a thick high wall, and visitors look up and sigh.
The majesty of this city gate is breathtaking.
The road in front of Jiayuguan is full of poplar trees on both sides. The poplar trees stretch for miles. I don’t know why the Tang people planted trees. I just heard that many, many trees will be planted in Guanxi in the future.
The clerk ran up the city wall and entered the tower. When he saw Di Zhisun, he respectfully handed over the letter, "Shilang Di, your letter."
Di Zhisun nodded.
The clerk said again: "There is another letter sent by Mr. Xiao Di."
Di Zhisun first picked up one of the letters, opened the sealing wax and looked at his son's handwriting. His calligraphy was better, and he also wrote about his feelings in the two years in Chang'an City. He made many friends in Chang'an City.
His words were all about his growth. With a smile on his lips, Dizhisun whispered: "This kid must have grown taller now."
"Shilang Di, the court has wanted to call you back more than once."
"Go back?" Di Zhisun shook his head and said, "While I'm still in the Hexi Corridor, Renjie will be taken care of by Mount Li, so that's good. If I go back, I'll be a little overwhelmed, so I won't go back yet."
At this point, Di Zhisun wrote a reply and sealed it with wax, saying in a low voice: "The construction of the Hexi Corridor has not been completed yet, and it is the top priority of the Guanxi Pass. The county princes are not at ease if others take over."
The clerks on the side were so angry that they did not dare to speak out these words.
It seems that Jiayuguan does not belong to Tian Khan, but to the Marquis of Lishan County.
Another clerk hurried over and whispered: "Shilang Di, there are some Gauls who want to buy mutton. They can't speak Guanzhong dialect and started fighting with them. They are from Chang'an."
Di Zhisun nodded and said, "Mutton?"
"Yes, they want to buy mutton."
Di Zhisun glanced at the tea leaves on the table and took out one cloth bag from under the table. The bag was very large and contained three to two kilograms of tea leaves.
"These are old tea from the past two years. Give them to the Gauls, and give them some money and dried meat."
Hearing this, the clerk asked again: "Why did Mr. Di do this?"
Di Zhisun patted the letter on the table and said, "This is also the arrangement of the county marquis."
"Here."
Not to mention why Zhang Yang did this, Di Zhisun felt that he could just do as he was told and there was no need to think so much.
"It's not a big deal to do something with a little effort."
"Shilang Di, it's rumored that the Gauls wanted to make peace but were rejected by the court. It seems that these people can't get any favor from the court. We..."
The purpose of this small official was to keep Di Shilang away from those Gauls, so as not to affect his future.
With Di Zhisun's current achievements, he will definitely be promoted in the court after returning to the court.
Di Zhisun nodded and said, "This is what the Marquis of Lishan County meant."
The Marquis of Lishan County, the Marquis of Lishan County, the Marquis of Lishan County has the final say in everything.
Even in the Hexi Corridor, the reputation of this county prince is often heard. In addition to respecting Tian Khan, people outside the pass also admire the Lishan County Marquis.
Because of the incident involving Songtsan Gampo, some people said that Tubo Zampu and Lishan County Marquis were good friends, so many Tubo people also praised the County Marquis.
The slaves of Gaochang rebelled and dominated Gaochang. They also praised the Marquis of Lishan County.
What kind of person is that county prince now?
He is the current Minister Zuocheng. He is highly regarded by His Majesty and is able to create powerful weapons such as artillery.
It is also said that the county prince has been cultivating in Lishan Mountain for many years and is about to become an immortal.
What do you think the county prince has been doing in Lishan for so many years? He must be practicing and becoming an immortal.
In the Jiangnan border of the Central Plains, the sound of bells floats in the woods.
It was very warm in the south in spring, and birds were chirping in the forest. The old Master Cui Ren was sitting at a stone table.
He did not come here to be a monk, but to remember his friendship with the monk Huikang and come here to see him on the anniversary of his death.
A middle-aged man walked over. He saw the tea bowl on the stone table and whispered: "The Xu family in Jiangnan East Road manages many tea mountains."
Cui Renshi nodded and said: "Today's young people don't like tea soup anymore, but they only like fried tea like this."
"Your Cui family is broken up now?"
"Well, let's break up. Kill all those who deserve to be killed, and all those who deserve to die will die."
Cui Renshi, an old man, said slowly.
The middle-aged man added: "At your age, you have already looked down upon it."
His tone was a little more serious, but he still looked at the old man.
Cui Renshi sighed heavily, feeling helpless but not complaining, and said: "I wanted to keep Li Zhengzao, but I couldn't. I hoped that the seven surnames and the ten families could join forces, but in times of crisis they bit each other. I hope that when Fan Yang is in trouble, other families can lend a helping hand, but when the trouble comes, every family only cares about themselves, and... your father is becoming more and more weak in the court, so he should pay attention to his words and deeds. "
"Thank you, Mr. Cui, for the tip."
"Yes." Cui Renshi picked up the tea bowl and looked into the distance.
Xiao Yue is Xiao Yu's son and now works in Lizhou. When Xiao Yu returned to the Tang Dynasty, he donated many fields and houses. Later, when Li Yuan became powerful, he returned the fields and houses, but Xiao Yu himself only kept an ancestral temple.
Master Cui Ren nodded and said, "Are you still in contact with Li Zitong's descendants?"
"Go back to Mr. Cui, we were walking around yesterday."
"Well, it's better that you don't move around these houses in Jiangnan as much as possible."
Even if the Cui family is gone, Cui Renshi is still a respected old man in the scholarly community and can be respected no matter where he goes.
The emperor of Li Tang still kept the old man.
In order to maintain the stability of the situation, the old man traveled a lot between the aristocratic families.
He once wanted to persuade Fan Yang not to rebel and to persuade them not to make mistakes.
But things went counterproductive, and in the end there were still a lot of people.
Xiao Yue asked, "I'm looking for a place for Mr. Cui to live in. I'll live in Jiangnan from now on."
Cui Renshi took out a piece of paper from his arms and whispered: "This is the paper from Lishan. It is the paper that Monk Huikang dreamed of getting, but he never bought Lishan's papermaking technology until his death."
Xiao Yue whispered: "Monk Huikang is too persistent. If he hadn't been a monk under the eminent monk Zhiyi, how would the families in the south of the Yangtze River have shown him favor and given him so much money."
"Yes." Cui Renshi's old face had a smile on his face, he looked at the words on the paper and said: "It has turned into mud and dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."
"good sentence!"
"Well, it is indeed a good sentence. It is a poem written by Lishan."
Cui Renshi put the paper into the brazier and burned it, and then said: "It's so good that the fragrance is the same as before. Zhang Yang wrote this poem instead, which made me feel ashamed. The character of a hundred years is not as good as that of a man who is less than thirty years old." people."
After being quiet for a long time, Master Cui Ren suddenly raised his head and said, "Do they still have the character? They have long since lost the character they used to have. How can they still be as fragrant as before?"
Facing Xiao Yue, Cui Renshi shook his head and said: "The old man is gone."
"Where is Mr. Cui going?"
"Go to Taihu Lake first and then Lishan Mountain."
Xiao Yue took a step forward and said quickly: "Mr. Cui, aren't you going to stay?"
Master Cui Ren couldn't help but shook his head and said: "I won't stay anymore. You should also advise Xiao Yu more to pay attention to his words and deeds."
Xiao Yue asked again: "Emperor Li Tang will deal with these Jiangnan families."
"I don't know what the emperor will think. You should take care of yourself." Master Cui Ren continued walking, and three or two young men came forward to help him.
In June of Guanzhong, in Chang'an City, the palace behind Chengtian Gate seemed empty, and only a few soldiers could be seen patrolling.
In the empty square of Taiji Hall, no one dared to make loud noises, and no one dared to walk in stride.
This is the emperor's territory, and it is also a forbidden area for many ordinary people.
Standing in the distance, you can only see the eaves of Tai Chi Hall shining in the light of day, and the door of Tai Chi Hall in darkness.
Li Shimin was sitting in the Manlu Hall, holding a memorial in his hand and angrily yelling, "Is he still finished?"
A group of eunuchs and maids knelt on the ground, kowtowing in the hope that the Khan would appease his anger.
Li Shimin was so angry that he walked back and forth, and said: "Come here in three to five days and ask me to demolish the city wall! demolish the city wall! Just once or twice, do you need him again and again?"
The prince was seriously ill and went to Lishan to recuperate.
Li Shimin felt that there was no capable person around him. He looked at these incompetent eunuchs and said, "Get out of here!"
Everyone was relieved and exited the Manna Hall one after another.
Empress Changsun walked in hurriedly and comforted: "Has Your Majesty been teased by Zhang Yang again?"
Li Shimin sat down, threw the memorial down heavily, and said in an urn voice: "How active do you think Zhang Yang is? He sends me a memorial every three to five days, but his memorials say the same thing every day."
"Perhaps he is worried that His Majesty cannot see it?"
"I must do everything personally, how dare I slack off in political affairs." Li Shimin became much quieter in front of Queen Changsun, and most of the anger in his heart was calmed.
Seeing that your majesty is angry, the eunuchs and maids outside the palace all let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there is a queen.
Li Shimin stroked his forehead in pain and whispered: "Now every time I eat, one thing always echoes in my mind. Should I demolish the city wall? Every time in my dream, I can see Zhang Yang hanging at Chengtian Gate. forward!"
Empress Changsun didn't know whether to laugh or be sad, "Your Majesty replied to Lishan with a memorial and said that he understood?"
"I'm back! It's no use! He still writes every day!"
Li Shimin's tone was a little higher.
Empress Changsun covered her mouth and chuckled, "Then he won't be allowed to write any more memorials, at least not recently."
"He...sigh!" Li Shimin sat up and whispered: "I hope he can be attentive to Sheji. Lishan's memorials were all sent directly to me by Zhongshu Province. I was afraid that I would miss something. This child's belly If he has the ability to hide it, I really want to hang him and then cut open his belly to see how many hearts he has."
Empress Changsun did not dare to think about that scene, and said: "Your Majesty should rest more in these days."
Li Shimin nodded and said: "Forget it, I have given you an oral instruction. Recently, something has happened and I am not allowed to write any more memorials."
"Here."
As soon as he spoke, Li Shimin asked again: "You don't need to tell others about this matter."
It is still necessary to give remonstrances to the court, but only Zhang Yang can do so. Otherwise, everyone will know that His Majesty does not like memorials, and misunderstandings will inevitably occur.
It wasn't just the emperor who was troubled.
There is also the county prince of Lishan. Sitting in front of him is an old man. This old man was an important figure in the Seven Surnames and Ten Family, Master Cui Ren.
This old man was looking at me with a strange smile, which made him hairy.
The railway project in Lishan is in full swing. As for the steam train, Li Tai and Yan Liben are working on it, but they have not yet succeeded.
The train has not been built yet, so the railway cannot be delayed.
Zhang Yang frowned and said, "I came down to see you because the Emperor asked me to do so. He told me that you compiled the History of Liang and Wei back then. Although you are not on good terms with Master Kong Yingda, you are also a well-educated bachelor and have quite a reputation among scholars." high status.”
Master Cui Ren stroked his beard and said: "In front of the county prince's literary talents, I dare not accept such praise."
Zhang Yang kept waving the fan in his hand and said: "I mean that I came to see you, but I have to do it out of necessity. I am a rough man and cannot be worthy of literary talent."
"Your poems are enough to be passed down to the world."
"You are joking. Those poems and essays were all taught by the teacher back then, not by me." Zhang Yang pointed to the distance and said: "Did you see that so many of us in Lishan completed it in a month after busy work? I still have to work on half a mile of railway, so you can keep your story short."
"Oh..." Cui Renshi's old face said, "Some people say that at your age, if you come to Lishan from a long distance from the south of the Yangtze River, you will most likely die on the way. When you finally get to Lishan, you are scolded and neglected."
"Then what do you want to say when you see me?"
"Does the Marquis of the County think that the family should be destroyed?"
Zhang Yang whispered: "It was the world that overthrew the family, the thousands of people, not me. If they are destined to die, it is also the choice of thousands of people and the choice of this era."
"You have also seen that Tian Khan is a man of loyalty and has clear rewards and punishments. As the eldest brother, Tian Khan takes over the Western Regions, with Tubo as his younger brother. As an emperor, he can govern the country. Such a person should be respected by others, and all countries will come to court."
"That family has done many evil things and is despised by the world. It will naturally be uprooted. The law of heaven is clear."
Cui Renshi sat in silence for a long time. He drank the tea from the bowl and whispered: "You young people always think about the beautiful things in the world."
"Old man, my teacher Zhang Gongjin is a very pessimistic person and a very realistic person, but I think people should always aspire to good things."
(End of chapter)
