Princess Consort of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 335 Pride

Make sure that this reliable person is still there, so that everyone can feel at ease.

Shen Sanwen and Wang Bin are very self-aware, and salted fish must have the awareness of salted fish.

Go through these few days well, so that the outside world will look like no matter who is missing, it will still function, even if it turns a little slower or stiffer.

The two looked at each other, everything was silent.

Shen San asked people to be upright.

Wang Bin was stunned.

Naturally, I have to call Song Jing again.

Song Jing was in charge of giving advice on how to deal with it. After the three of them had discussed it, the two of them would word it in detail and write down their opinions on the matter.

During the discussion, both Wang and Chen would not give much advice, as long as there were no major issues of principle, Song Jing's opinion would be the main one.

When dealing with government affairs, the reply is on the relationship between all parties. Wang Bin is a playboy, and Shen Sanwen has always been in the top position. It is difficult to see through the small ninety-nine. It is only Song Jing who has been tortured by the officialdom to deal with the matter. good.

The wording was easy for Shen Sanwen and Wang Bin, and what they wrote also raised the cultural level of the text format.

What Shen San asked was whether Wu Zetian liked people with literary talents, so the writing should be more educated.

The princess couldn't laugh or cry when she saw the completely different styles of the replies delivered by the government these days.

Their reply seemed to be fine, even the wording was cautious, but the meaning was not so clear.Shen Sanwen used allusions in writing, and Wang Bin's writing emphasized gorgeous words. Song Jing, who was discussing with them, could naturally understand it, but once he left, people had to ponder over the meaning. Two said.

The simplicity and straightforwardness of Cui Xuan's reply naturally has its reasons.

This is the experience of dealing with local affairs. Don't embarrass the people below, and there will be no problem of conveying the wrong meaning.

Shen Sanwen was dumbfounded when he heard about this.

You know, in the future, a resignation letter with literary talent, humor and funny stalks can make people all over the country laugh.

But in this day and age, the official document has to be straightforward, for fear that people will not understand it.

This is the gap, Shen Sanwen couldn't help but find another argument about how good education is, and talk about it with others.

Then when dealing with affairs, I silently changed the exaggerated words and sentences.

Cui Xuanxing drove all the way in the carriage and then rode all the way on horseback, all he wanted was to go to Turkic as soon as possible.

Zhang Yang is a low-key person, and he lived a quiet life in Luoyang for a period of time. He didn't show off like other princes and grandsons. Although he was very favored, he never had a bad reputation. No, but a lot of good things have been done to build roads and bridges.

Wu Zetian had a grudge against the few generals in the family, and he attached great importance to the obscure and weak people in this family who had no background.

He had only met Zhang Yang a few times, not to mention that he believed it, because of Shen Sanwen's relationship, Zhang Yang had an impression of him.

Thinking that Zhang Yang once misunderstood him and the Turkic princess, he was a little funny.

Now that the two are married, Zhang Yang is still ashamed of him when talking about these things, so there is no pressure to come to the door like this.

"My lord, it's too tiring to travel like this. Why don't you take a day off tomorrow." The guard kindly reminded them that they didn't care. Cui Xuanjiaogui might not be able to bear the intensity of the journey. When he dismounted, his figure was a little stiff.

"It's okay, I have something important to go this time, if I arrive one day sooner, the stone in my heart will fall sooner." Cui Xuanwen refused in a warm voice.

People can't escape the future, what should come will always come, even if it's not the ending you want, you can deal with it if you know it earlier, and he will face it bravely.

The scenery of the frontier is very good.

Because of the war between the two sides, people on both sides of the border are not easy to set foot on, weeds grow wildly, and there are a few wild flowers from time to time, without the shelter of trees, it is even more endless.

Cui Xuan recalled what he saw in Wu Yanxiu's Turkic Topography, and the poems about seeing cattle and sheep when the wind blows the grass.

In fact, he should have walked around a long time ago, like Shen Sanwen did when he was young, free and easy for a while, seeing the majestic mountains and the waves of the sea.

If he entered the territory under the jurisdiction of the Turkic Zhou in the past, it would still be the same. He must visit for a few more days.

The prairie is windy.

In the hot summer, it can also make people dizzy. When you don't exercise or activate your blood, no matter how high the temperature is, you can feel the wind blowing.

When you talk about bitter cold, you talk about such a strong wind.

Therefore, their tents are thick and firmly rooted in the ground.

This kind of life is very free and easy. You don't have to live in one place all the time. If you get tired of the scenery here and the water plants are not beautiful, just change to a better place.

So they seldom miss the beauty of the past, looking forward to and believing that the future will be better.

Unlike the Central Plains people, they are afraid of the people around them.

In the next land, even if the entire clan moves, they can still change neighbors.

There are always quiet and generous neighbors.

If he grew up here, he should not have the pressure of those families, even if he has blood for the nation and the country, he will not look forward and backward.

Cui Xuan let go of his mind and galloped on the grassland, never having such freedom.

The guard didn't follow, and waited silently for him to come back. It's not easy for the young master these years.

The current Turks are also very safe.

Relying on one's own labor to exchange for food every day may be boring, but it is still very acceptable to fight with life and blood year after year.

Especially the older generation, who are scarred and scarred. They have witnessed the death of their friends and relatives, and they cherish the preciousness of life even more.

They once committed crimes in the Central Plains and paid the price.Now the majestic Great Zhou Empire is willing to accept them as part of it and let them eat and clothe them warmly. What else are they dissatisfied with?After all, they went there several times, and the income was not distributed to them, and their life was not as comfortable as today.

The younger generation, who have not been baptized by war, only know that they can eat enough now and have clean and warm new clothes. They have no objection to the identity of the people of the Great Zhou when they were young when their national identity was formed.

After Cui Xuan rode his horse, he was not in a hurry to go back.

He came to a place inhabited by Turks.

Unexpectedly, the Turkic people can live so close to the border now, and seeing the smiles on the faces of the residents, he couldn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, this method of using Turkic people to manage Turkic people and cultivate a sense of national identity can really work.

Cui Xuan unknowingly stepped forward and stopped an old man who was hurrying home.

"Excuse me, old man, where is this place?"

Seeing his attire, the old man knew that he was from the old frontier.

However, the old man didn't feel the slightest difference because of this, as if it was a common thing to see such a well-dressed person.

"This is the Hahaer Han tribe of the Turkic tribe of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If this young master asks for directions, he will be able to walk straight ahead to the government."

"What government?" Cui Xuan was a little puzzled.

"The capital of the Turkic Autonomous Prefecture has people from all over the place. If you need help or if you are being bullied, you can go there to reason." The old man replied happily, with pride and relief in his tone.

(End of this chapter)