Chapter 813 Zamp, come here to meet your aunt

Author: Middle-aged paper tiger

Chapter 813 Zamp, come here to meet your aunt

The envoy of the Jinyi Guards set off very quickly, almost non-stop, heading west from one station after another.

This is because there is a reason why Zhang Yan said, "Don't suffer any damage."

In this era, traveling 20,000 miles east from Talas, it is normal for even a strong man to die on the road, let alone a woman.

Not to mention that there are many officials below who know how to understand the emperor's mind.

They would think that although the emperor was generous and did not pursue the matter, he must still feel quite uncomfortable in his heart.

If I were a little harsher and let this little girl die on the road, wouldn't it be a great achievement? Although the saint may not say anything, he will definitely be in the emperor's heart!

It was precisely because of his deep understanding of the mentality of the people below that Zhang Gao issued such an order.

It is not surprising that Hamid may have died of illness now, so using someone like Guo Ting'er to go to Bukhara to raise Hamid's son Mansour can be regarded as inserting a knife into Samampos's heart.

sharp knife!

With such a high-level internal response, the Central Plains Dynasty can calmly take advantage of various opportunities to spread its influence to Samantha Persia, step by step to separate this country from the Abbasid Dynasty that has not yet been completely destroyed, and place it in the Central Plains Dynasty.

under protection.

Then they continued to instigate a relationship between the Persians and the Great Cannibal, so that twenty or thirty years later, when the next generation brainwashed by the Great Zhou grew up, they could drive the Persians as vanguards to attack the Great Cannibal.

Let the Persians go to Baghdad, Damascus, and Cairo to serve as second devils, while the real Zhou people live at the top and serve as princes.

Zhang Chang never thought about completely occupying Western Asia, because it was impossible or extremely difficult to do, but it was still possible to rule for a hundred or two hundred years, collect a lot of wealth, and leave a claim for future generations.

Therefore, Guo Ting'er, who originally didn't care about Zhang Yan, and who didn't care even if Zhang Yan was killed directly on the road, can't die now.

If she dies, it will be difficult to find such a suitable candidate.

Maybe we can only send Sefiye or Pantaya back to Bukhara. If we do that, we will face more variables. Then we might really be cuckolded, or the two sisters will take control of them.

With great power, it is not certain whether you will be willing to step down after ten years.

And the political ability of these two sisters, well, it cannot be said that they are not there, but they must be inferior to Shi Chonggui, so it will be difficult for them to shoulder this important task.

Zhang Yan's guess about people's hearts is very accurate.

The Jinyi Guard Captain and the sharpshooting general Yuhou who escorted the king-level prisoners along the river did have the idea of ​​letting Guo Tinger die "naturally" on the road in order to win the emperor's heart.

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The eight-hundred-mile Moheyan moraine blows up yellow sand and fills the sky. The big stones hit the face, which hurts as if someone stretched out two fingers and yanked it hard.

Guo Ting'er's black hair turned yellow, her lips were dry and cracked, and her originally white and tender face was like withered tree bark, covered with cracks left by the ruthless blows of sand and the scorching sun.

A not too thick hemp rope was deeply inserted into Guo Ting'er's shoulder. At the other end of the hemp rope was a package-like object made of tattered leather.

On this package, a little boy with a pale face looked toward the sky with a big mouth. His mouth and eyes that could not be closed were filled with yellow sand.

Apparently he had been dead for a long time.

Guo Ting'er struggled to drag the package along the sandy ground of Mohe Yanqi.

Zhang Sheng, the general of Shenshen Town, came forward and looked at this woman whom he originally hated. He was silent for a long time and then advised:

"Everyone is dead and thrown into the desert. The yellow sand of Mohe Yanqi is the best grave."

Guo Ting'er glanced at the water bottle wrapped around Zhang Sheng's waist. After waiting for a while, she knew that Zhang Sheng would not give her a drink. So Cheng gave up completely and stubbornly shook her head. She looked at the girl beside her and said:

"Don't worry, Ah Qi. If you die, my aunt will drag you out as well. I won't let you die and suffer the pain of being exposed to the yellow sand."

Guo Ting'er's eldest brother handed over the two boys and one girl to her, but he still wanted to keep a heir.

But just like his elder brother failed to remain loyal to the saint, betrayed his ancestors, and tarnished the honor of his ancestor Guo Xingong, thus receiving retribution. The two boys died one after another, and now only the girl Qiniang is left.

Qiniang raised her head, looked at the haggard Guo Ting'er and nodded seriously, "Don't worry, aunt, if you die, Ah Qi will definitely drag you out of this yellow sand."

Zhang Sheng was stunned for a moment while listening. He didn't know why, but suddenly he felt inexplicably irritable, as if someone was scratching his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys with his hands.

"Fuck your mother, fuck your mother, fuck your mother!" Zhang Sheng cursed three times irritably, took off the water bottle from his waist, and slammed it on the ground in front of Guo Ting'er.

"Thieves kill slaves. How could such a person, with such heroic ancestors, do such a thing?"

Guo Ting'er resisted the urge to open the kettle and drink it all in one gulp. She saluted Zhang Sheng with great perseverance, then picked up the kettle and fed Qiniang, who was almost dehydrated, to drink while she kept swallowing.

The spittle of existence.

"After Mohe Yanqi, you will reach Hexi. There are more than one or two people who want you to die. Whether you can survive or not depends on God's will." After Zhang Sheng finished speaking, he pointed to the sky and then did not look back.

's gone.

Behind the crowd, Yin Shiro, the captain in white robes, looked at Zhang Sheng with a smile, "Tianshenu, I told you a long time ago that you couldn't do it, but you still don't believe it."

Zhang Sheng, who always loved to argue with others, did not refute for the first time, but sighed heavily, "This woman is a cruel person! I should have found an opportunity to push her off the cliff and throw her to death the first time I met her."

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Budu Village is the first military village after passing through Mohe Yanqi. It means the spring breeze does not cross Yumen Pass. It is located near the eastern exit of Xingxing Gorge in later generations. After Budu Village, it is Shazhou.

Dunhuang.

Dunhuang was the territory of Zhang Shengren's family and the birthplace of the Guiyi Army. Although it did not receive the title of a capital city, it was the capital of Buddhism at this time.

Forty thousand households in the plateau south of Jinshan Mountain, Moxi north of Guasha, or even the entire plateau, basically come to Dunhuang to worship Buddha on weekdays. Only when summoned by the emperor will they go to Chengtian Liangzhou Prefecture or Chengde Prefecture.

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Therefore, Budu Village is the gateway to the west of Dunhuang. Although it sounds like a military stronghold, it is actually very large. Since the Silk Road became popular, people going to the Zhou Dynasty from the west have been crowded with each other.

Guo Ting'er looked at the tall gate of Budu Village in the distance and the long queue that stretched for half a mile at the gate of the village. She was stunned.

There were so many traders that a huge market was formed outside the gate of Budu Village, where merchants from all over the country would trade some items.

In addition to the trading area, there are also some food shops opened by Shazhou locals, selling crispy sesame cakes, steaming hot cakes, soup cakes, snow-white Chongluo white flour steamed cakes, etc.

There are even high-end delicacies such as steamer cakes made with glutinous rice, red dates, brown sugar and other ingredients, as well as thick wine that makes people unable to walk due to the smell.

As for beef and mutton, bah! That’s a rarity.

There is not much else in Hexi, except that there are many cattle and sheep, but at the same time the grain production is average, so thick wine and glutinous rice from Jiangbei, Jiangnan and other provinces are rare.

Qiniang made a whooshing sound in her mouth, and involuntarily walked towards a vendor selling steamed rice cakes. The crystal-clear white glutinous rice and the brown sugar that looked like it was dripping with honey made this little girl who had gone through many hardships completely lose her mind.

reason.

The hawker was not surprised. Mohe Yanqi was not a place for people to stay. It was normal for someone who could go through hell to suddenly see Budu Village go crazy.

This vendor's surname is Chen, from the Chen family of Zhang Shengren's great-grandmother.

He also deliberately set up his stall here, because after he had just passed through Mohe Yanqi and suddenly saw the extreme reversal of the world, those merchants were often willing to spend two to three hundred cash to buy him a small piece of rice cake.

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Regardless of the normal price of this piece of steamer cake, which is only a few pennies, it seems that they are not buying a steamer cake, but a pass to return to the human world.

The vendor surnamed Chen saw this huge team from a long way away. Just when he was thinking about whether he would have enough rice cakes to sell, he saw this girl walking over like a madman.

The hawker was about to kick him down when he suddenly realized that although the girl was extremely embarrassed, she did have black hair and black eyes and a standard Han face. The look on her face immediately relaxed.

He skillfully divided a large piece of steamer cake into a wooden bowl. Life in the Central Plains is so easy now, and those who can drag their families to the west, according to the saint, are all heroes of our clan.

"Oh, who's little girl? She's so pitiful. She has to endure the hardships of Mohe Yanqi at such a young age. Come and eat a steamer cake to regain your senses. It's free of charge!"

The steamer cake was about to be handed to Qiniang, and Guo Ting'er had a smile on her face, because she had seen this hawker from a long way away, how he mercilessly beat the Hu merchant servants who came to beg for it.

However, at this moment, Hawker Chen saw the white-robed captain in the team, "Yin Shiro, you are back, this is...?"

Yin Shiroji grabbed the bowl of steamer cake and ate it into his mouth three times. Then he grabbed the wine gourd from the waist of vendor Chen and started drinking. After a long pause, he ordered

He nodded and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Yes, from the Suiye Guo family."

"He, Tui!" Hawker Chen's face changed drastically. He pushed Qiniang to the ground, who came to beg for help, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. He kept wiping Yin Shiro's body with his hands, as if he had been contaminated just now.

generally.

"Damn thief slave, you still want to eat my rice cakes, and I won't sell them to you even if I give you money, so go ahead and eat shit!"

Guo Ting'er was stunned. She had gone through all the hard work without crying. The water in her body was almost evaporated, but at this moment, her guard was broken. She staggered and squatted on the ground, opened her mouth and began to cry almost silently.

Like a beast abandoned by the tribe.

"Ah! Emil, it's really you! Emil! How could this happen? How could this happen!"

While Guo Ting'er was crying, suddenly a Hu merchant in the crowd who was queuing to pass the customs also howled in pain.

Because he discovered that the tall man who was tied up like an animal was actually the Emir of Shiguo City, their king.

And he was a barbarian from Shiguocheng.

Immediately, the crowd outside Budu Village started to shake. Many people recognized Talib from the Creek tribe and Yinale from other Oghuz. Their faces turned pale in panic, and they kept talking and talking.

Others cried and howled.

"Woo!"

The conch horn sounded, and the gate of Budu Village opened, and a group of cavalry wearing silver uniforms and black iron armor galloped out.

When the barbarians outside the village saw him, they stopped crying and making noise one after another, and all fell to their knees on the ground. Even the camels they brought with them were mostly pulled to their knees.

The leading officer pointed his finger at the Sogdian businessman in Shiguocheng who was the first to cry. Like an antelope selected by a tiger, he trembled and knelt on the ground without moving, and was then led like a dog.

gone.

Seeing this situation, Amir, the governor of Shiguocheng, suddenly screamed crazily, with tears streaming down his face.

The officer turned the horse's head, rode a few steps, dismounted, took out a long whip from the side of the horse, and beat Amir and several others until they did not dare to make any sound, just like whipping a wild dog.
To be continued...