Even though the man saw that the momentum was not good, he withdrew very quickly. The sharp blade still opened a long hole between Shabei's neck, which was determined to die, and the blood slid out and fell.

Seeing this, the man was so angry that he kicked Shabei, who was almost crazy, to the ground, and called another person to come forward, pressed him tightly with his left and right, and stuffed the bloody flesh strips in his hand into Shabei's mouth.

Sha Bei closed his lips tightly, and a hoarse whimpering sound came from his throat. The blood fell on his lips drop by drop. Seeing that the teeth were already unable to bear the man's forceful squeeze, he was about to lose.

At this critical moment, there were roars outside the tent, and a bold voice shouted: "Dare you, thief." The next moment, the curtain flashed and one person had already entered the tent.

After throwing away the meat strip in his hand, the man grabbed the scimitar on the ground with his backhand, shouted loudly, and drew a strange arc to chop at the man.

"Good come!" said the backward man, and he moved his feet half a step back to avoid the cold light. He even raised his right leg and kicked the man who could not control his body and rushed forward out of the tent. He didn't even look at it. He exerted force on his left foot and rushed towards another man who was still holding Shabei.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the man took a few moves and found a loophole to escape from the tent. The man did not chase after him. After a brief look at Sha Bei, who was flushed due to anger and shame, he shouted to the outside: "Junior brother..."

With this loud scream, a moment later, a young official in an official uniform hurriedly walked in and asked with concern: "Is it safe for all the adults?"

"I am all right, thank you Lord Cui for saving my life." Obviously, Sha Bei, who had already stood up at this time, recognized who the "life-saving benefactor" in front of him was.

"Don't be polite to be a master Shabei. We are really ashamed to wait for the rescue!" Cui Po said with a smile after letting out a long sigh.

From the panic he had just entered the tent, to his messy clothes, and hearing his peaceful expression, Shabei suddenly felt infinitely good for the young Tang Dynasty officials in front of him. He was about to speak, but he felt a faint smell of blood on his lips. He suddenly remembered the situation just now. Before he could greet him, he rushed out of the tent with a pale face and lay on the snow and vomited vividly.

At a moment, the shouts and noises of the entire camp gradually subsided. Most of them were pale black-clothed food groups gathered again. Fortunately, the damn "Tubo people" tried their best to get information, and the Tang people rescued them very timely, so except for the three people who were seriously injured due to fierce resistance, no one died. Unfortunately, there were too few people who came to rescue the Tang people. Although they were shocked and left the enemy, they were not enough to be captured alive. However, Shabei, who knew who the murderer was, did not care about it.

After nearly an hour of noisy, the entire camp became quiet. After re-arranged the defense, Cui Po, the envoy of the Tang Dynasty and the Fan Alliance, and the Dashishi condemned the Tang Dynasty and the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, had a two-hour meeting. During this period, Cui Po wrote a letter to his father-in-law, the descendant of the Anxi Jiedu of the Tang Dynasty, and handed over to Shabei for a letter.

When they both walked out of the camp, the dawn was already faintly bright in the sky. When they sent Cui Po to the entrance of their camp, Sha Bei waved his hand slightly and someone had already led a red horse with a tall and magnificent figure forward.

"Since my friendship with your country, I have always given you a famous horse. This time, it is no exception. It is just that the peace agreement has not been completed, so I have never offered you the emperor of your country. This time I have thanked Lord Cui for saving his life, and I have no way to repay you. I am willing to give this horse "Wuda". I hope Lord Cui will not refuse," Shabei said to Cui Po while rubbing Wuda's head with his hands.

Like the gifts between the envoys of the two countries, there was no reason to refuse. Cui Po accepted them with a smile. After thanking him, he said again: "People from Shabei, please do not forget the two-month appointment." Then he waved goodbye and turned back to the camp.

When Cui Po returned to the camp to rest and got up again, the Dashi camp ahead was empty and had already left.

Since then, the speed of the Datang and the Fan Alliance delegations gradually slowed down. Especially since the news that the alliance caused the adults to be seriously ill on the third day, they sent a courier to inform the Tubo Alliance that it was postponed, and they moved forward at a speed of twenty miles a day. This move was greatly supported by the soldiers of the imperial guards, but it inevitably made a group of veteran officials worried. I am afraid that the alliance envoy Lord Cui would definitely take the opportunity to blackmail Tubo.

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Northwest important town Changwu

The gray-black Changwu City is one of the eight towns of the Shence Army. There are only more than 50,000 people in the city, of which 20,000 are all strong Shence soldiers. It forms a ring chain with the other seven towns such as Xingping. The 140,000 most elite Shence Army of the Tang Dynasty is stationed in it, guarding the capital and capital behind it, and firmly locking the passage of Tubo to the east into the Central Plains.

Before midday, outside the General's Mansion of Changwucheng Town, Lao Yang lazily lay on the bench at the door, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the spring sunshine comfortably. A sudden sound of horse hooves came, which made him, who had been a cavalry for five years, open his eyes in surprise.

"What kind of horse is this? The pace is so urgent." Old Yang muttered, looking in the direction of the sound of hooves with interest. With just one glance, the old cavalry was already wide open and staring. After a long time, he was obsessed with commenting on the foreign-domain horse that had reached the front of him, which was one head taller than an ordinary horse: "What a good horse of his grandma!"

The knight on the horse wore a large bamboo hat that was very low on his head, which made it difficult for Lao Yang to see his appearance clearly. However, judging from his agility when he dismounted, the visitor should be young and was wearing an ordinary linen Confucian uniform.

"It looks ordinary, but how could he have such a good horse?" Old Yang said something in his mind for no reason. Just as he was thinking like this, a clear word came from his ear: "Please help me inform me." Then he handed over a elegant pale yellow thorn.

Li Xiangcheng, who was promoted to general of the army because of his contributions to quelling the Anshi Rebellion, took the famous sting handed over by Lao Yang, took a casual look, and stood up and said, "Why did he get here!" After a moment of stunnedness, he saw that Lao Yang was still looking at him foolishly, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Please, please!"

This secret talk that lasted for nearly an hour gave Lao Yang the opportunity to admire the beautiful horse with a fiery red body from head to toe. In his eyes, this horse was much better than the famous horses produced by Tubo and Uighurs, so that when the knight resigned, he finally couldn't help but ask the source of the horse.

The knight answered casually, then turned over and left, until he couldn't even see the shadow from afar. Lao Yang muttered with regret: "It turns out to be the species of the Xihailong, no wonder it is so extraordinary..."

The knight kept passing through the prefectures and counties until thirteen days later, he resigned from the mansion of Wei Gao, the governor of Jiannandao, Yizhou. A smile appeared on his tired face. He stroked his beloved horse for a moment, changed to the thunderous leopard neist, then turned over the horse and ran away from the northern city.

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The alliance with Fan made Lord Cui's illness last for nearly a month before he recovered as before. After receiving the four official documents from the Secretariat, the delegation's itinerary suddenly accelerated, passing through Minzhou and Lanzhou, Longyou Road, and arrived at the location of Shanzhou on that day.

The rapid journeys of the past few days have only made the entire group exhausted. After dinner early, they all went into the room to rest. Only Cui Po, accompanied by his senior brother, went out to the streets to watch the customs of the people here.

Shanzhou is only a few days away from Dafeichuan under the jurisdiction of Tubo, so there are many Tubo walking arrogantly on the street markets in Shanzhou. When local people see them, they often retreat and give way. If they are a little slow, they are mostly whip. Cui Poqiang grabbed his senior brother who was about to rise up several times and turned to the post station.

On the second day, he got up, sent a group to the south, and headed towards Baihai.

The further we went south, the situation became more and more unbearable. The broken official road was both sides of the Tang Dynasty houses, but it had not been repaired for a long time and was so covered that it could not hide the wind and rain. Many Han people with fur and fur heads watched the team through the gaps in the houses. There was confusion, anger, and a deep hidden expectation in their eyes.

That night, the delegation arrived at Longqi, Xiaoxian County. Cui Po was about to order to enter the inn, but he saw the accompanying Minister Wang Liang of the Ministry of Revenue and said, "Mr. Cui, you don't need to go to this inn. Let's find a suitable place to camp and station!"

"Why is this?" Cui Po asked in surprise.

Cui Po asked this question and Wang Liang had a hard smile: "This county is too close to Tubo. Although it is named after my Tang Dynasty, its control is all in Tubo. The people in this county have been plundered and taken away by them, and there are no local officials. What stations can I live in!"

Looking at the deadly Longqi County, Cui Po had no choice but to choose an empty space in the city to camp.

As the sky became darker, Cui Po was sorting out documents in the tent, but saw the imperial guards on duty outside the door bringing a few people in. Before Cui Po could see their appearance clearly, the people were already kowtowed and crying.

In amazement, Cui Po looked carefully and saw that the five people in front of him were old men with hair and beards as dry as grass, and their black and thin bodies were wearing gauze-shaped Tang clothes due to excessive washing.

After rushing forward, Cui Po helped the old man on the ground one by one and ordered the soldiers to serve tea. Cui Po asked, "What's the case, my father-in-law?"

These trembling old men sobbed for a moment, and one of them replied: "I don't know anything. The little old men have never seen me, the officials of the Tang Dynasty for eight years. I was excited and lost my courtesy for a moment. Please don't blame me."

After giving a few cups of tea to everyone one by one, Cui Po said in surprise: "Eight years!"

"It was eight years. Just after the autumn harvest in the sixth year of Dali, the Tubo people suddenly came. They killed Lord Yu of the county and robbed all our food. That's not all. They even killed the old and weak, or cut their hands and eyes and ignored them. The others drove them all to become slaves. Tens of thousands of people cried south and laughed. When they saw it, they laughed. When they left the city for fifteen miles to go to the tiger jumping cliff, the Tubo general ordered us to go up the cliff in batches and cried eastward to the country. More than a thousand people jumped off the cliff on the spot. The scene was really miserable! The little old man didn't jump, but he was escorted to the south of Tubo to herd sheep. It was not until last year that he was really old and could not let me go. The situation was similar. The situation was similar." After briefly introducing the story, he said the sadness, the old man cried again.

With a "bang!", Cui Po, who couldn't help but couldn't listen, slapped the table and slapped the anger in his chest while walking around the room to relieve his anger. He said, "The thief is too bullying others."

His slap only surprised the old men. He put down the teacup in his hand. The five of them were worshipping the ground again. The old man just said, "Stop angry. There are currently 876 people in the county. I have never forgotten the Tang Dynasty clothing for eight years. We and the five of us are here today. We are just trying to ask the emperor, is the court still worried about us? When will this army arrive..."

I saw off several old men and met with Fan to make the candles in Lord Cui’s tent not go out all night.

All the way south, three days later, the delegation officially arrived at Baihai. The message ordered the others to take a break and then dress up to prepare for entering the city. Cui Po rode his horse alone up the hillside and looked at the simple small town on the side of Zhalinghu in front of him.

"What are Lord Cui looking at?" But the chief officer Wang Liang, who came next, asked.

"I'm looking at this city and this road," Cui Po replied softly without turning back, but his voice was so empty and vast.

"City? Road?" Wang Liang asked in surprise.

"It is in the city in front of you. In the fifteenth year of Zhenguan more than 130 years ago, Songtsen Gamp, who was the then Tubo Zamp, welcomed his bride from the Tang Dynasty royal family, the beautiful and virtuous Princess Wencheng; in the fourth year of Jinglong in Zhongzong, sixty years ago, the city welcomed another Jincheng Princess, who was also beautiful and virtuous. The two princesses brought not only the kindness of my Tang Dynasty's "family family"; there were "Mao Shi", "Book of Rites", "Zuo Zhuan", and "Wenxuan"

》This kind of national treasure; there are mulberry seedlings, silkworm seedlings, and thousands of wine-making, milling, and pottery craftsmen. It is these that in a very short time, this nation that is still in the late stage of the clan and tribal system and cannot even make paper has developed greatly." With Cui Po's slow and low narration, two teams of heroic teams walking under the blue sky and white clouds appeared in front of Wang Liang, walking on the green grass and sky plateau. Two princesses riding on the imperial rack led the vast craftsmen all the way.

"The two princesses in this city have come, and thousands of the most outstanding craftsmen in all walks of life in our Tang Dynasty have come. Now, we have come to this city along the path they have walked in the past. The only difference is that they come with peace, but we come for peace." At this point, Cui Po let out a series of ridiculous chuckling.

Hearing these words, Wang Liang felt that the silt in his heart was tight, as if there were thousands of words to say, but he couldn't say another sentence. After pondering for a long time, he spoke: "In the past, the tenth year of Zhenguan was reconciled, and Princess Wencheng came to the fortress; after Jinglong returned to marriage in the fourth year, Princess Jincheng came to the fortress. Since then, everything has not been posted, and the uncle and nephew have repaired their old good, and they are all family." After saying that, he saw Cui Po's eyes were confused, and he followed the previous sentence and explained: "This is the inscription of the "Tang and Tibet Alliance Stele""
Chapter completed!