Yang Jin Enters Beijing

"Of course there is." Gal Duoji sniffed and said, "Everyone is reincarnated. The great virtuous monks can even calculate the time and place of reincarnation, and some of them can still remember the past life after reincarnation." Gal Dorje looked at me, curled his lips and said, "Why would you ask such a question as a Tibetan?" This is the most basic thing in the belief of Tibetans.

"I just don't understand." I said: "The reincarnated soul boy will be born after the death of the great virtuous monk, which means that the birth is after the time of death, right? Is it possible that the reincarnated soul boy is born first before the person dies?" gone?"

"A person is reincarnated before he dies? You were Yang Jin in this life, and you reincarnated as Jiang Yang in your next life before letting go, and then you are actually bullying yourself? What is going on in your mind, how could that happen?" Gar Dorje said.

"No, please don't associate me with that bad guy Jiang Yangcai." I said jokingly, shook the tea in my hand, and then went to look at the birthmark of Garduoji.

But as the sweat on Gardorji's chest evaporated, taking away the heat from the skin, the birthmark slowly disappeared.

"Who, who is speaking ill of me behind my back?" A man rushed over and snatched the buttered tea that I had just filled in my hand before I had time to drink it. "Oh, there is buttered tea to drink!"

"Jiang Yang let it go, you can always get ahead of any good things!" I watched my tea get into the man's mouth, and said angrily.

"Ah, everyone, come here, there is butter tea here in Yangjin!" Jiang Yang just finished drinking a bowl of tea, and shouted outside, pulling his neck.

Usually, he always wished to eat alone, but this time he didn't know what kind of crazy he was.

Buzzing buzzing, it didn't take long for the whole barracks to crowd in, even General Dongga, who was injured and rested from the baton, came grabbing a bowl.

I looked at the thousands of people rushing over, then at the palm-sized copper pot, grinned and said, "I have tea, but I have to slow down."

While pots of tea were being boiled, a pleasant female voice said, "What a fragrant butter tea!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then, hula la fell to their knees. "See Princess Baima!"

Princess Baima is here, she walks lightly through the crowd, and walks up to me, "Yangjin, bring me a bowl of tea too."

I quickly got up from the ground, picked up a bowl, wiped it with my sleeve, poured a bowl of tea, and held it with both hands.

Princess Baima smiled, took the tea, and sat down on the chair brought by her entourage, but didn't drink it. He looked at me and said, "After drinking the tea, Yang Jin is about to leave."

"Leaving? Where are you going?" I asked.

"Back to Tibet." Princess Baima said.

I was overjoyed.

Princess Baima continued: "Basang is about to be beheaded. He wants to see you, so Zanpu ordered..."

bang!The copper pot in my hand fell to the ground.

……

"The trade between Tubo and the Central Plains is not going well, and the Rongdi people are obstructing it. As much as we trade with the Central Plains, we have to trade with them, regardless of whether we need their things. At the same time, our goods are sold to How much tax the Central Plains has to pay to Tianyu, and how much tax it has to pay to Rongdi."

"Based on this calculation, the closure of the market will not only fail to make life easier for the people of Tubo, but will force us to buy and sell things we don't need, and we will have to pay them."

"It's better not to open the city like this, but now you can stop it if you want. Now the people in Tubo are angry, and even many nobles are making trouble. After all, no one will have a hard time after the white disaster."

"The first head that will be lost is probably Basang's. After all, he was the one who proposed the opening and closing trade issue, and he was also the one who started it."

"Although Zamp knows it's not his fault, but..."

Listening to Princess Baima talking about the whole story, I couldn't help sighing.People who have always tried to challenge the old order always put their heads on their belts, and I, Chaba, know a little bit about this, not to mention that Basang actually punished a few people who were corrupt and broke the law not long ago. Nobles, even among the nobles, few people would intercede for him, but there were many people who wanted him to die.

Basang is the best master I have ever met, and he is kind to me. When I heard that he was in trouble, I couldn't care less about drinking the tea.

"I'll go back now." He hurriedly went back and simply packed his things, and went straight to the stable.

My brother and the others also consulted Princess Baima and General Dongga, and then prepared to return to Tibet with me.

……

At this time Lei Fengyu was in his bedroom—Ziwei Palace. He was feeling uncomfortable. He was sleepy and tired after tossing and tossing all night last night. Tossing and turning unable to sleep.

The more he couldn't sleep, the more angry he became, especially this morning when Hong Liangchen brought a few people from Tubo into the palace, and complained to Lei Fengyu, who said that the people of Tubo were worse than Huang Lian. Bitterness, Songtsen Gonpo said that he was poorer than a beggar.

"As for the situation in Tubo, I helped as much as I could, but now I can't help." Lei Fengyu said impatiently.

Lei Fengyu had expected that Rong Di would intervene in the matter of Tianyu and Tubo's opening and trade. If Songtsan Gonpo hadn't expected it, then he had been Tubo Zanpu for so many years in vain.

Since everyone had expected it, at this time, Tubo pretended to be pitiful, who was he fooling?

"Rong Di doesn't want our Central Plains and Tubo to make friends, but they try their best to stir up trouble in the middle. Your Majesty can't let them succeed." Hong Liangchen also said beside him.

This wife slave!

Lei Fengyu glanced at Hong Liangchen and snorted coldly.

"We have a large population in the Central Plains, and there are large ships on the sea for ocean trade. This kind of goods is nothing to worry about." Hong Liangchen continued.

Lei Fengyu looked at him coldly, and thought to himself: The woman Baimana is a typical woman who lives in the Central Plains and is in Tibet, she is simply a blatant professional scout.Hong Liangchen can be regarded as being single-handedly promoted by himself. He was a very honest person, but now his elbow was turned outward by her training/teaching.

"At the end of the day, we have to solve our own affairs." Lei Fengyu said coldly, "I'm tired, and I can't accept the wind."

The Tubo envoys walked out, and Hong Liangchen walked at the end. When the other envoys had gone out, he turned back and knelt down on the ground, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing that I don't know if I should say it or not." explain."

Lei Fengyu frowned.

"I heard that Songtsan Gonpo is going to transfer Yang Jin back to Tibet, at this moment..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Fengyu reached out and grabbed a paperweight on the table, and threw it over Hong Liangchen's head.

When Hong Liangchen saw the inkstone coming towards him with the sound of the wind, he closed his eyes. With Lei Fengyu's skill, he could neither dodge the paperweight nor dare to dodge it.

Fortunately, the moment before the inkstone hit his head, Feng Bufu stretched out a hand and caught the paperweight.

Hong Liangchen escaped, but his face was pale with fright, and he stammered, "Your Majesty, I just think that Basang is Songtsan Gonpo's favorite, so he may not be willing to kill him, and once Yang Jin returns Tubo, I am afraid that he will become a substitute for the dead, I have walked with him all the way, it can be regarded as some friendship, I don't want him to die for no reason, other than this, I have no other intentions, Your Majesty."

Lei Fengyu squinted his eyes and looked at Hong Liangchen. When Lei Fengyu had this expression, it was usually when he wanted to kill someone.

Hong Liangchen felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

After a while, Lei Fengyu said slowly: "The tax burden will be reduced for one year, and the types and quantities of traded goods will be calculated separately by the Ministry of Household Affairs."

Hong Liangchen felt the cold sweat on his face as if he had received an amnesty, and he was unable to speak, "Minister, minister, obey, obey the order."