Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 337 Everyone has their own plans, trying to kill the dragon on a rainy night
"It's just a shootout, winning or losing is a trivial matter."

"The prince was injured earlier. We, the Tang Dynasty, can afford to lose. Could it be that Tubo can't?"

Wu Zetian's words were very appropriate, and she did not lose any face. She did not answer whether she wanted to go to war with Tibet. What she said hinted that she should put the overall situation first and not engage in verbal disputes.

As for the overall situation, is peace the most important thing in attacking and destroying a country that is not a vassal?
Different people have different answers.

The Tubo envoy felt that she had also beaten her family's civil and military affairs, which was considered impartial and had no intention of launching a war, so she continued to probe:

"The foreign minister was rude just now. Tubo always respects and admires the Tang Dynasty."

"But our country is determined to marry the princess and marry the two families. What does the saint want?"

The envoys all knelt on the ground, looking eagerly at the attic, each one of them seemed to be extremely sincere.

At the same time, Princess Taiping first looked up at Wu Zetian, and after receiving a reassuring look, she then looked at Meng Fan, who was wearing a smart outfit.

There was a trace of fear in his shy eyes, and he was obviously frightened by the Tubo savages.

Naturally, these scenes could not escape Wu Zetian's eyes. When she was a girl, she was driven away by her brother and sister-in-law and treated with indifference. When she was ordered to enter the palace at the age of 14, she said to her crying mother:
It is not a blessing to see the emperor know nothing, how can the children be sad?

The reason why she said these words was precisely because of her disgust for Wu's relatives and family life. Wu Zetian did not want her daughter to experience the misfortune and sadness of her girlhood again. At the same time, her husband, the emperor, also loved this youngest daughter the most.

They would rather kill 10 people and start a national war in advance than let them marry in a barbaric land.

In an instant, Wu Zetian thought a lot, stared at the Tibetan envoys who were kneeling on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads, and said solemnly: "Taiping was born for my body, and I don't want to marry outside. What's more, she has been adhering to Taoism since she was a child..."

Hearing this, Tubo Zhengzheng was a little angry, saying this again!

Catechumenate?

Then you will be with clay sculptures for the rest of your life?

I saw it clearly before, no doubt my heart belongs to me, and I look down on them Tubo!

Ignoring the foreign envoys, Wu Zetian continued:

"However, our country, the Tang Dynasty, is a country of etiquette. Since your country is so sincere, it should be rewarded with five sheep and ten kilograms of gold and silver."

Who can appreciate this stuff?

I remember that when Princess Wencheng got married, she was given a dazzling amount of dowry, and she was just a clan daughter who was temporarily granted the title of princess. If the beloved Princess Taiping married into Tubo, how many treasures would she get for free... …

Greed is strong.

But the Tibetan envoy was not stupid. He wanted to go back and persuade Songtsen to continue waging war against the Tang Dynasty, just like his ancestors did, forcing through invasion.

But now, the Tang State must not be alarmed, and they must continue to indulge in pleasure and feasting.

Thinking of this, when Wu Zetian said this, he stopped arguing and kowtowed and said:

"The saint is wise and wishes that the Tang Dynasty and Tubo will always have good relations.

Watching the game is over.

An increasingly fierce scolding war ended in a hurry, which seemed to end in an anticlimax, but both sides had already made plans.

The palace people left first, everyone shouted long live, and then dispersed one after another under the guidance of the guards and eunuchs.

Li Xian and Li Dan couldn't wait to run to Meng Fan's side. A kick-ball match drew closer to each other, so with a snap, two hands patted his shoulders heavily.

"Cousin, you are so brave."

"Whatever you do in the future, please ask Shang Gu to join you and never refuse. By the way, how about the second brother's villa? If you like it, I will send craftsmen to repair it when I leave the palace and turn it into a Taoist temple."

Seeing that his two brothers could be so close to Meng Fan, a trace of envy flashed in Li Lingyue's eyes, and then she continued to hug Wu Zetian and act coquettishly.

...After having a family dinner in the evening, after leaving the palace, it started to drizzle in Chang'an, and the imperial capital, which was originally a bit scorching, became cool again.

Meng Fan did not make any secrets to avoid the water. Instead, he enjoyed the feeling of the rain passing by his face and went straight to the Taishi Bureau.

After all, since the court meeting, he has truly become Taishi Ling, in charge of matters such as the Tang calendar, so he cannot leave silently.

Before obeying the order to slay the dragon, there are always some things that need to be explained to avoid any mistakes.

Of course, with Lao Huang in charge, there have been no problems for so many years. It is impossible that all kinds of troubles will appear as soon as he takes office.

Unless he is a disaster...

In the open hall, Meng Fan drank tea and told them that he would kill the Huaishui Dragon God at night. It could be as short as three days or as long as ten days. He told them not to speculate and discuss, and he would return after completing the saint's will.

There were idle officials in the courtyard, burning incense and playing zithers.

Ding, dong... Ding, Ding...

The high and low sounds of the piano merged with the sound of rain. Meng Fan, who had nothing to explain, listened carefully for a while. Although he couldn't tell what the music was, he just needed to appreciate it.

Who doesn't like fishing?

Occasionally do things and be busy. After you finish the work with all your heart, drink tea, talk about mysteries, and enjoy the world.

Meng Fan felt that the pace of life in ancient times was actually quite suitable for him. He had only been in this world for less than a month, and had only been in Chang'an for a few days. Not only had he adapted to life, but he had also established new connections.

"By the way, there is a Bing Chi in Hongze Lake. He wants to rely on humanity to earn merit. Lao Huang, please make arrangements. His rank should not exceed that of the local county magistrate."

"Here."

Old Huang sniffed the tea and responded leisurely.

a piece of cake.

The Taishi Bureau is responsible for such matters. It is just an eighth-grade priest. There is no need to discuss it in the political affairs hall. I, the Taishi Cheng, can tell other relevant officials and handle it according to the rules, and then someone else can go over and read it out.

On the contrary, the matter of killing the Huaishui Dragon God sounds really unbelievable. It turns out that the new chief officer is not as kind as he appears.

"People are not enough to swallow an elephant."

"The Dragon God was too greedy... and brought his own death. Alas, if Ansheng protects one side, relies firmly on humanity, and relies on merit and luck, not to mention that he will be able to shed his body in two or three hundred years, at least he can ascend to the upper world before the Tianmen disappears. .”

Lao Huang was filled with emotion. He followed Meng Fan's gaze, raised his eyes slightly, and watched the rainwater drip down from the tiles in a line, and finally gathered in the gutter below, making soft waves, like a piano in the courtyard. Sound accompaniment.

"When does Taishi Ling plan to leave?"

"After drinking this cup of tea, ride on the clouds and leave."

"What a skill. The Taishi Ling from the past didn't have such a superior method of ascension, so he had no choice but to disintegrate his corpse and become an immortal."

Li Chunfeng?
It is indeed a generation of strange people.

During the Zhenguan period, Feng Zhao and the fortune teller Yuan Tiangang calculated the fate of the Tang Dynasty.

Sixty images correspond to sixty prophecies and poems. The last hexagram is:

One yin and one yang, without beginning and end.

The end is from the end, and the beginning is from the beginning.

According to Meng Fan's understanding, the two agreed that the world would eventually move towards a world of great harmony where people do not distinguish between black and white, places do not distinguish between north and south, there are no cities and no government, there is no self or self, the world is one family, and all religions are unified.

(End of this chapter)