In exchange for more intense/more enthusiastic cheers.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Sun Xian's expression changed drastically, "Is this a rebellion?"

further away.

"The people are shouting long live the mountain."

Behind Liu Qing, an old official rubbed his eyes and said, "It's a bit taboo."

Another person said: "This is the initiative of the people. Besides, it doesn't say the person's name is wrong."

"Being sent to Chang'an..."

"Can Chang'an take care of it now?"

Liu Qing listened silently to the cheers spreading here.

When he saw Yang Xuan, there was a look of relief in his eyes.

"Let the cheers be more intense!"

…

In early spring, there is no green on the land in northern Xinjiang, and it is still a bit cold.

A carriage was driving slowly on the official road, with more than ten cavalrymen lazily following behind.

In the carriage, Song Zhen, the former Minister of War, was reading a book.

Outside the carriage, the old servant Lin Da on horseback said: "Alang, the road in northern Xinjiang is different from other places. It is so wide and smooth."

Song Zhen looked at his hands.

Before entering Northern Xinjiang, the carriage was bumpy and my hands were shaking. I couldn't concentrate on reading.

After entering Northern Xinjiang, the carriage suddenly became stable.

The body is less bumpy and the hands are stable.

It feels very comfortable.

He opened the car curtain and took a look at the official road.

It is very smooth and wider than the previous official road.

"How much manpower and material resources will this cost?" Lin Da muttered, "Didn't you say that Northern Xinjiang is poor? How come you are so rich?"

"parking."

Song Zhen stopped the carriage, got out of the carriage, stepped on it a few times, and walked for a while.

"I heard that prisoners were used to build roads in Northern Xinjiang. In a few years, all the official roads in Northern Xinjiang were repaired."

"Is it possible to repair it elsewhere?" Lin Da asked.

Song Zhen said: "Where else? There must be prisoners first."

He got into the carriage and drove forward.

On the second day, they encountered a large army building roads.

More than a thousand people lined the official road for a long time.

If a horse blocks the way, no cart can move forward except for people on foot.

Several sergeants stopped the cart before turning back the horses.

More than ten large vehicles stopped along the official road.

"Alang, it's blocked." There was a hint of schadenfreude in Lin Da's voice.

"What are you happy about?"

Song Zhen asked.

"It's finally blocked."

Lin Da was restrained by the official roads in Northern Xinjiang along the way, and he was inevitably unconvinced. At this moment, seeing the official roads blocked, he somehow felt relieved.

Song Zhen came down and took a deep breath.

The crisp air was full of vitality, as if the whole world was coming to life.

Lin Da said: "Alang, I heard on the way that Bei Xin and Bei Liao were fighting again in Nangui City. Deputy Envoy Yang refused to give in. I'm afraid it's hard to persuade him!"

Song Zhen held the scroll and said calmly: "Your Majesty asked me to come here just because you want me to rely on my old age and persuade Yang Xuan to bow his head to Chang'an."

Lin Da said: "Alang, this Commander Yang is tough, I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade him."

"It's not that it's difficult to persuade, it's that it's impossible to persuade." Song Zhen shook his head.

Lin Da looked worried, "Then what does your Majesty mean?"

It's impossible for the emperor to let Song Zhenbai make a trip even though he knew this was impossible, right?

Song Zhen said: "What your Majesty wants is that he refuses to bow his head. Soon, Chang'an will create public opinion.

Look! How Song Zhen appreciated and supported Yang Xuan when he was in the Ministry of War. But once Song Zhen became an official, Yang Xuan turned against him and refused to recognize him..."

Lin Da's body was shaken, "Alang is being used as a target!"

"When you tell me about my fruitless persuasion, the appearance of a domineering and powerful official comes to life."

Song Zhen sighed: "I often say that if His Majesty's methods were used to govern the country, how could the Tang Dynasty be like this? What a pity."

Lin Da muttered: "He only cares about playing with his daughter-in-law and his widow!"

These words refer to the imperial concubine and Mrs. Guo Guo.

"shut up."

Song Zhen stopped the old servant, his eyes filled with sadness.

"I am not old, and I am reluctant to become an official. However, my position is far from that of Your Majesty."

"Can't Alang change his position?"

"You can change it, but it's not me anymore."

"Maybe a senior official..."

"I don't despise doing this for the sake of fame and fortune."

"Then what are we doing here this time?" Lin Da felt that the trip was in vain.

"Let's take a walk. I also want to see what Northern Xinjiang has become."

At this time the front was clear.

The horse pulled away, and several sergeants saluted Song Zhen.

"I've met Mr. Song!"

Song Zhen smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

After this period, Lin Da asked curiously: "Alang, how did they know that Alang was coming?"

"My identity was checked at the first checkpoint when entering Northern Xinjiang, and they will be reported all the way. By now, Yang Xuan should have learned about my arrival."

The carriage moved forward slowly.

You can see traces of renovations on the official road ahead, and there are mounds of dirt on both sides.

On the left, you can still see traces of water scouring the land.

It turned out that the flood destroyed the official road.

This repair speed...

Song Zhen opened the car curtain and looked at the prisoners who were building the road.

"parking."

The carriage stopped.

Song Zhen waved to a prisoner.

The prisoners dared not come forward.

The guarding sergeant came over and said, "Song Gong, this is..."

Song Zhen said: "I would like to ask a few words, can you?"

The sergeant went to ask for instructions from the superior officer and came back and said: "Peach County has sent word that Duke Song can do whatever he wants in northern Xinjiang."

Zita...Song Zhen seemed to see the young man from before again.

Heroic and vigorous.
To be continued...