Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Not all the people of Ling left. When Jiacha left, he only took a few of his trusted aides back to his country, and left the rest to Wencheng as a guide.

After Wencheng made up his mind, he summoned the remaining envoys to welcome the bride and told them: "Although I have not yet married the king of your country, I consider myself half a Ling countryman. How can I stand idly by when Ling is in trouble? When I was in my motherland, I also practiced archery and horse riding, and learned how to deploy troops and battle formations. I consider myself as good as a man. The 7,000 soldiers accompanying me are all strong men in the Tang army. They are sharp-armored and capable of charging into battle. I intend to rush to the royal city to help. Please lead the way."

The strength of the Tang army was something the envoys who came to Chang'an had experienced many times. They knew that although they did not know magic, they were highly skilled in martial arts and well-trained, and with advanced weapons that far surpassed the technology of the Ling Kingdom, one person could be as powerful as ten people.

What's more, in the matching mechanism of the Wuliang Plateau region where a battle between three or four thousand people can be called a large-scale fight, the seven thousand soldiers sent by Princess Wencheng are so powerful that they can determine the rise and fall of a country. Even Ling, the strongest country in the Wuliang Plateau, would have to think twice if it encountered this army in its heyday.

Princess Wencheng was willing to take the initiative to send troops to help. The envoys were so moved that they burst into tears. They patted their chests and promised to lead the way. They sighed in their hearts: What an outstanding princess! She is as beautiful and graceful as the Queen Zhumu, and as virtuous and kind as the Second Queen Meisa. King Gesar must treat her well in the future, and don't let her be bullied by the Queen like the Second Queen Meisa!

They looked at each other with regret for several days, and every day they could not help sighing and looking sad in the direction of Princess Wencheng's carriage. This strangeness could not escape Wu Meiniang's eyes, and she mentioned it to Wen Jiao. Wen Jiao told the King of Jiangxia, who turned around and picked up several large jars of strong liquor and drank with one of them, successfully making the Lingguo warrior's face red and his tongue big.

Wen Jiao used the Tianfang Treasure Mirror to remotely connect the two people's images, and took Princess Wencheng, Wu Meiniang and Huo Linger to eat melons.

"Your Highness, you don't know that our Queen Consort is so jealous that she has grown a man." The Lingguo envoy knew that the Jiangxia County Prince in front of him was a royal prince in name, but in reality he was the biological father of Princess Wencheng and the future father-in-law of his own king. He was usually less imposing when facing him, but now, under the influence of alcohol, he immediately spoke in a bucket.

"She is so beautiful. The girls from all the tribes in Ling Country are like a sea of ​​flowers, but none of them can outshine her. All the men from the tribes are obsessed with her. She is very proud of this. Before she got married, she always liked to play and joke with the boys and watch them fall in love with her."

"King Gesar is also one of these young men?" Prince Jiangxia held the wine bowl, with a smile painted on his face.

The messenger suppressed his laughter and said, "No, it's not true. King Gesar is obsessed with her, but he is not a young man."

The King of Jiangxia County was surprised and asked, "Could he be an old man? His elder brother, Prince Jiacha, looks about the same age as me."

The messenger slapped his thigh and laughed: "He is not a young man, nor an old man, he is a child!"

Even though the Prince of Jiangxia was a calm and composed person who could remain calm even in the face of a catastrophe, his eyes twitched when he heard this.

In front of the Arabian Mirror, Wen Cheng moved uneasily and glanced at Wen Jiao. Seeing her gazing at the mirror calmly, he was unconsciously infected by her and looked back at the mirror.

The messenger continued, "Your Highness, you don't know that our King Gesar was born with strong limbs. He grew to the size of a three-year-old child when he was born. When he was five years old, he had the physique of a twenty-year-old man. He always stole a glance at the Queen Mother Zhumu, who was then the eldest daughter of the Senjiang family, but the Queen Mother never paid any attention to him. No matter how strong he was, the Queen Mother just treated him as a child running around and crying for honey."

"If you ask me, the king had a weird temper at that time. He was obviously subduing demons, but he wanted to make things bloody. He dragged back many demon skins, bones, and intestines, which turned into human skins, bones, and intestines and hung them everywhere. Everyone was scared to death by him and shouted to drive him and his mother out. Before the mother and son left, King Gesar deliberately wore an ugly animal horn hat and grinned at the queen dowager, which scared the queen dowager and spit fried noodles all over his face." Touching his chin, he thought hard, "That year, the king seemed to be... six years old?"

"Your king is really..." Prince Jiangxia thought for a moment and finally found the right words, "Young but mature."

Next, the messenger talked a lot about the stories of Queen Zhumu and King Gesar.

Gesar's uncle Chao Tong was ambitious and proposed to hold a horse race. The winner would be the leader of the tribe and win the most beautiful girl Zhu Mu as his concubine. Zhu Mu was unwilling to marry Chao Tong, an old man. She knew that the only one who could beat Chao Tong was the exiled Gesar, so she went to invite Gesar back. Gesar said angrily that there was no good horse, so Zhu Mu went to the wild horse herd and caught a celestial horse for him. Only then did Gesar reluctantly come to participate in the race.

Zhumu was determined to marry Gesar, but she met a handsome Indian prince on the way to invite him. She was so excited that she decided to spend her life with him and even gave him a token of love. In the end, she found out that the prince was Gesar in disguise. He wanted to test this girl whom he loved and hated, but she changed her mind so quickly that he was furious. He wanted to take revenge on Zhumu by turning her into a toothless old woman, but when he saw Zhumu crying, he couldn't help but change her back.

Wu Meiniang held her chin in her hand and listened with great interest. Wencheng frowned slowly: "This King Gesar is actually a love-struck man..."

Gesar particularly favored the Queen Consort, which she knew before she asked for the marriage. However, she was treated coldly and insulted by him when she was young, and he changed his mind when she was a teenager, but she still loved him. This shows that his love for him was extremely deep.

Being deeply in love is a good thing, but when the man she wants to marry is deeply in love with another woman, it would be a bad thing.

Wen Jiao was also very surprised: "He and the Queen Mother are so affectionate, why would he marry another woman?"

Even she had heard that Queen Zhumu was a jealous person, and a jealous person needs someone to be jealous of. Although Gesar's number of concubines was not as many as that of the emperors of the Central Plains, it was also in the double digits. For a man who was so infatuated with a woman, why did he take concubines? Was it to serve as a link in the love between the couple?

Wu Meiniang unconsciously put down her hand that was supporting her chin: "Maybe... he has his own difficulties?"

"Who in this world doesn't have their own hardships? Watching her beloved man flirting with other women, the Queen Concubine must have had even greater hardships. Other concubines are clearly not favored, yet are still ostracized by the Queen Concubine, their hardships are probably even greater. Only Gesar, who has enjoyed the good fortune of a woman, still wants to preserve her affection, how can he have both so easily?" Wen Jiao held her forehead.

When Wu Meiniang thought of the cold treatment she had received since entering the palace, a trace of loneliness appeared in her eyes.