The Human Emperor

“There is no need to be modest in the reward of merit and punishment. ”

The earth buzzed and the majestic voice of the Holy King resounded in every corner of the palace.

“Wang Chong, you don't have any words, do you? ”

“Buzz!”

After hearing the Holy Queen's words, the Minister of Wenwu on the rostrum buzzed. Many people looked up and looked up at the tall Tai Chi Palace above, as well as the godly figure of Tai Chi Palace, and seemingly felt something.

“Yes, Weishen is only seventeen years old and has not taken any meritorious name, so he has not been given a word by his elders. ”

Wang Zheng said.

Datang's gift is not something that he can take. It has to be virtuous and prestigious generations to give the word. These people are either tall or distinguished, so the vast majority of people, in fact, have only a name, not a word.

The Holy King is a man of his time with Wang Chong's grandfather. Although he is not as old as Wang Chong's grandfather, he is also in his fifties, and is older than Wang Chong's uncle Wang.

From this point of view, he is indeed the elder of Wang Chong.

Buzz, the crowd became more disturbed, and many people hid what they guessed, but they still couldn't believe it. It's just that the suspicion didn't last long, and soon the speculation in people's hearts--

“Very well, in that case, I will give you a word! ”

As soon as the Holy Emperor said this, everyone stayed put. Under the white jade, Qi Wang almost broke his teeth.

Gift words!

The Holy Emperor is going to give the king a word?

Since time immemorial, the emperor has given the minister his last name, but none of it has given the word to the prince.

“His Majesty wants to take King Chong and become a heavenly attendant? ”

On the observation platform, Yao Guangyuan was suddenly lost. Yao Guangyuan has been steady and extremely patient for decades, but I heard that the Holy Emperor is going to give Wang Chong words, and he can't help but feel unbalanced.

Feng Marquis, Feng Marquis, Giving Words...

The Yao family had never enjoyed such great credit, such a grand blessing. The Holy Emperor has set up a “juvenile waiter" for Wang Chong, not to say, but to give him a word, to open the first river of the Emperor's words. Why is this so important?

This is an honor that Yao Guangyuan will never dare to think about!

And...

“Holy Emperor, this is a gold medal to save him from death! ”

Yao Guangyuan's face looked pale and pale.

In the history of Datang, there are few, but by no means none, who have been able to save nearly a million people at dawn by taking advantage of fewer enemies and defeat like Wang Chung.

The great Tang god of war Wang Zhongji, the famous general of Taizong Dynasty, and the military god Su Zhengshen have all had such feats, but no one has ever been given such a solemn gift like Wang Chong.

Yao Guangyuan had no idea why the Holy Emperor seemed so extraordinarily generous and fond of Wang Chong.

Huh?

Listening only to a crisp sword, the golden light flashed, and the Emperor suddenly drew a golden sword of heaven from his waist, hanging high above the king's punch.

Boom-room, right at the moment when the Holy Emperor drew his long sword, the sky's vision was steep, the Ethereal Palace was centered, a sky mark ran across it, dividing the entire thick cloud layer into two, the golden sun fell from the sky, accurately falling on the Holy Emperor, Wang Chong, and the rear flashing Tai Palace.

And the majestic and sacred voice of the Holy Emperor rang in every corner of the palace:

“The Battle of the Southwest begins in the Sea of Mum. This is the starting point for everything. Swimming in the water is the swim, and soaring in the sky is the peng. I will give you the word 'Peng Peng'. I hope that you will not only swim in the water, but also soar in the sky. Like a peng between heaven and earth, become my Great Tang's brainchild minister, a house of loyalty! ”

At this moment, no one knows that the voice of the Holy Emperor is heard not only in the palace, but also in the king's master, in the ears of all.

The bustling, river flowing, lively Beijing master, this moment is truly quiet to death.

“Pá!”

In a tavern west of the city, a man wearing a black cloak sits alone in the corner of the tavern and drinks silently. Suddenly I heard this sound and snapped and broke the bamboo chopsticks in my hand.

“Thank you, Your Majesty! ”

At this moment, Wang Chong did not know what was happening outside, heard the Holy King give himself the word "Peng”, Wang Chong respectfully gave a gift.

For two generations, Wang Chong and the Holy Emperor in front of him have only seen each other, and it is still a matter of their lives. Nevertheless, Wang Chung was full of deep respect for the supreme presence of the great Tang of the Middle Earth in front of him.

A “thousand ancient emperors” dedicated their entire lives to Datang, actively moving forward, sweeping away captivity, extending the layout and influence of the Middle Earth to its limits, and creating the entire Great Tang Sheng Dynasty deserves the respect and following of anyone in any case.

Huh?

A restored golden light flashed from the air, the Golden Heavenly Sword in the hands of the Holy Emperor, wandering in the air, plunged back into the sheath on his waist, and all visions disappeared.

Wang Kunpeng!

At this moment, Wang Chong finally has his first word, and is still a Heavenly Son!

This is the true Heavenly Monk!

Wang Chong's prize ceremony ended with the words of the Holy King in a solemn cheer. Contrary to the lively festivities of the Great Tang Dynasty, the Us Tibetan Plateau was another sight.

The corpses of cows and sheep were massed and scattered over this plateau, and a cow and sheep who only a short time ago gave birth to dragons and live tigers fell to the ground long ago, with their eyes open and turned into a corpse.

Countless flies fly around these bodies like clouds. From time to time, vultures pass through the clouds and sharp claws pierce the rotten corpses of cattle and sheep.

The vulture looked vigilantly at the dogs not far away, and then no-one pecked them, yet it was only a feast for corrupt creatures, and for humans these former foods had become very dangerous.

The stench, which can be smelled even a few miles apart, is no longer suitable for human consumption.

This was an unprecedented Great Famine, once the mighty Tibetan Empire of Us, at a time when it was deeply mired in a severe food crisis.

The war in the south-west is over, but the damage done to Us Tibet by this war is far from beginning. Wang Chong sent Li Jiye to spread the plague on the plateau, which was still spreading, and spread from the territory of the Ali kingdom to Wang Du.

The fire burned day and night, and the rolling smoke of cattle and sheep burned straight into the clouds for a long time. This is the only way that King Us Tibetan has come up with in this crisis.

The secret formula for the treatment of sheep plague is only available in Da Tang, treatment is already impossible, the only way is to stop it. And the burning of the fire to avoid the spread of the plague is the only solution that we can come up with in the four districts of the Us Tibetan Empire.

But the Southwest War is now the focus of the entire Us Tibetan Empire, as opposed to the plague. After all, this is the source of all this, more than 200,000 Us Tibetan iron riding east, in the end there are only 10,000 left to survive, the entire Alibaban kingdom is basically abandoned.

Whether it's the death of more than 200,000 warriors or the sheep plague that affects the entire Us Tibetan plateau, it can't be bypassed by one name - Wang Chong!

“Daqin Ruozhan, you are too disappointed in the other king. The King believed in your strength before sending you to the Alibaban kingdom to assist the Four Princes, the Battle of the Southwest. You said that you wanted to alliance with Monsieur Dao to remove the tiger swallowing wolf. The King agreed, but look what you have done! ”

Us Tibetan's Wang Du Li, the light dimmed, a giant gold-built chandelier, tinkling and spinning, not far from the chandelier, a piece of amber wood, thrown in an ancient, rough bronze incense ring, a fragrant green cigarette.

Green smoke permeates the entire king's palace, making everything fantastic and unreal.

Through the diffuse green cigarette, you can see a human figure, wearing a loose white sleeve robe, kneeling on the ground, his face facing down, look carefully, this person is indeed King Ali Wang's Prime Minister - Daqin Ruozan - who was defeated by Wang in the battle of the southwest.

The southwest lost a great deal, the deaths and injuries were severe, the plague raged, and thousands of Us Tibetan pastoralists lived in the heat of the water. The Tibetan king was angry and directly gave a paper order, summoning Daqin Ruo to the King to question him.

“Your Majesty, Weishen, have nothing to say! ”

Daqin Ruozan knelt on the ground, without any argument at all.

“Bastard!! ”

Hearing this, the Tibetan king in the palace was furious and buried more than 200,000 elite iron rides, causing a huge sheep plague, and Daqin Ruozan's answer was nothing to say.

How the Tibetan King can bear it.

“Somebody! Remove him from his post and imprison him until the King has disposed of him. ”

The Tibetan King's anger sounds like thunder and can be heard even miles apart.

His Royal Highness, Daqin Ruozan's mouth revealed a slight bitter smile, this time entering Wangdu, he had long wondered what treatment would be.

As the prime minister of the Alibaban kingdom, and as the commander in chief of the entire battle for the Southwest, he cannot be blamed for this failure, and no punishment can be disproportionate.

“I lost this battle orally. ”

Daqin Ruozan fell on his knees and remembered in his mind a distant Datang Jing master, a 17-year-old who was receiving a reward.

The battle that took place southwest of Grand Tang lasted a long time, and he did everything he could, but in the end he was no match for the teenager, and there was nothing left to say in his heart.

May the gambling persuade just to lose.

“Bang!”

The palace door opened and several Wangdu samurai dressed in bronze heavy armor walked in with great steps in the blue fog. These Wangdu warriors, of great stature and strong hands and feet, swept inside the palace and quickly landed on Daqin Ruozan, not far away.

Wang Du guards, only the Tibetan King can mobilize the elite, all of them are very choosy and powerful. Normally, it's only when the Tibetan King is in trouble, and most of the time, it's not a very good thing.

“Wait a minute! ”

Just as several kings guarded Dabu to Daqin Ruozhan, near the Tibetan king, not far away, a shadow covered in green smoke suddenly spoke.

“Your Majesty, may I ask you a few questions? ”

The man said that he suddenly left the seat, came from the table after the case, the green cigarette spread, only the man kept eight handkerchiefs, his skin was white, the whole person revealed temperament and Daqin Ruozhan had a three-point similarity, but he was more stable and heavy than Daqin Ruozhan, and his eyes were sharper and wiser.

Looking at the entire Us Tibetan Empire, he dared to be so bold in front of the Tibetan King, and made his own claim, only the Empire Prime Minister of the head of the Five Ministers, he talked about Chinling.

Although ranked as the head of the Five Prime Ministers, the age of the Great Qin Ling is smaller than that of the Great Qin Ruozhan, but nevertheless, when the Great Qin Ling spoke, whether Tibetan or Tibetan, both kings guarded, including His Royal Highness King Ali's Grand Minister, Da Qin Ruozhan, all revealed a respectable divine color.

In the Us Tibetan Empire, wisdom can be called male. Even the Tibetan king must respect the words spoken, and there is only one great discourse on the Chin Mausoleum.

The grand theory is honorable and expresses the meaning of the Prime Minister, which Daqin cannot agree with.

The Us Tibetan Empire is about strength, there is no nepotism, it can be the face of Us Tibetan, it is respected by all, in itself is enough to illustrate the problem.