After being accommodated, Song Zhen prepared to rest for two days.

The little official who was traveling with him disappeared, and Song Zhen didn't ask anything.

The dinner was good and suited Song Zhen's taste.

"The deputy envoy personally asked about it."

The cook who was called said.

"Zitai is interested."

Song Zhen knew that the pyrotechnic friendship between him and Yang Xuan would not last long... Friendship is priceless, but many times, friendship will be worn away. If you think that friendship can last forever and can use this friendship forever, then you think

Much more.

No one will tolerate your mistakes.

After dinner, he lingered in the yard for a long time, thinking about Northern Xinjiang and the situation of his trip.

Lin Da came, his mouth full of food and said, "Alang, the food here is good."

"There's a lot of beef and mutton," Song Zhen said.

Lin Da wiped the corner of his mouth, "Alang, what should we do now? Go back?"

"Go back..." Song Zhen said: "Going back means going home. I also want to go home, but I am worried that the world will be in chaos."

Lin Da said angrily: "That has nothing to do with our family."

"There are no unbroken eggs under an overturned nest!" Song Zhen put his hands behind his hands and looked at the night sky, "Coming out of Chang'an, you can see refugees all the way. This makes me worried.

After arriving in Northern Xinjiang, everything changed. Refugees are rare, and even if they exist, they come from outside and seek refuge in Northern Xinjiang."

"Yes! They say they are going to open up wasteland here in Northern Xinjiang. Go north. How brave you are! A Lang!"

"This is progress.

While the areas outside Northern Xinjiang are declining, Northern Xinjiang is actively making progress. A few years later, and ten years later, the gap becomes even wider.

You have to know that once the gap reaches a certain level, people in Northern Xinjiang will dislike those outside Northern Xinjiang.

In the same way, people outside Northern Xinjiang will also attack Northern Xinjiang.

When that time comes, all it takes is someone to step forward and give Zitai a piece of clothing... and the world will be in complete chaos."

"The clothes Alang mentioned are..."

"Dragon robe!"

Lin Da was startled, looked around and saw no one around, and whispered: "Alang, I don't dare to say this."

Song Zhen smiled and said, "This is Northern Xinjiang."

Lin Da hesitated for a moment, "Alang, why don't you go back! Even if you want to go to Northern Xinjiang, it will be many years later.

Besides, with your friendship with Deputy Ambassador Yang, even...our family can be preserved."

"I think so too, but I can sit back and watch the Tang Dynasty fall into the abyss, but I am completely powerless. That feeling would be worse than death."

Voices came from the front yard.

"I met the deputy envoy."

Lin Da said: "Deputy Envoy Yang is here."

Yang Xuan came with a wine jar.

"Song Gong hasn't gone to bed yet? Just in time."

Song Zhen smiled and said, "Are you here to drink with me?"

"Yes!" Yang Xuan came over, "I won't be free again in a while."

When someone came in, they set up eucalyptus tables and mats in the yard, and hung lanterns on the trees, hazy and refreshing in the moonlight.

"Where are you going?" Song Zhen sat down.

"North."

Yang Xuan was unsealing the wine, and while removing the wax, he said: "Spring has begun, and people have to go to the fields. The scale of land reclamation will be huge this year..."

"Then let's go north with you..." Song Zhen took the wine glass from Uda.

"There are only so many fields in northern Xinjiang. The powerful have taken over a lot of them, but the common people are not enough."

"Have you never thought about taking action against powerful people?" Song Zhen asked.

"I never thought about it."

"I don't believe it." Song Zhen handed over the wine glass, and Yang Xuan poured him a glass of wine, "After all, you can't be the public enemy of the world."

Outside, Han Ji was holding a wine flask in his hand, and Tu Shang was beside him.

"Lang Jun's temperament should be to kill everyone." Tu Chang said.

Han Ji took a sip from the spout of the pot and said, "Lang Jun is now a fledgling man and has dealt with all the powerful men. The powerful men in the world will hate him to the core. It's still early for this."

Furthermore, retaining the tyrants can show the world that the tyrants are actually a cancer in the world."

Inside, Song Zhen took a sip of wine and asked, "Are you going to attack Northern Liao?"

"Yes!" Yang Xuan raised his glass, "The common people have worked hard to support the Northern Xinjiang Army. Their troubles should be solved by the Northern Xinjiang Army. If there is no land, the swords and guns of the Northern Xinjiang Army will speak for them."

Song Zhen had never seen this kind of aggressive attitude in many years.

"If Northern Xinjiang continues to be strong..."

"I have said it many times." Yang Xuan reiterated his attitude, pointing to the sky, "I will live up to the Tang Dynasty in this life."

Above the sky, there are stars.

It looks like thousands of lights.

Song Zhen covered his forehead, "I have been in the countryside for a long time and have never heard of it."

He really didn't know about this.

Yang Xuan took advantage of the opportunity to have a drink with him and said, "Is Duke Song planning to return to the court again?"

Song Zhen shook his head, "Your Majesty looks down on me."

Outside, Han Ji whispered: "The master likes you!"

Yang Xuan smiled, "If Song Gong, a great talent, returns home, wouldn't it be a big loss? I come here tonight to invite Song Gong to stay on behalf of Northern Xinjiang."

Song Zhen was stunned.

Zitai actually conquered me?

Yang Xuan said: "I am ready to continue going north to completely eliminate the threat of Bei Liao to the Tang Dynasty."

"Bei Liao has been in trouble for many years. It has a huge territory and a large population. If someone else said this, I would spit in his face."

Song Zhen looked at the heroic Yang Xuan and said, "Zitai has lofty aspirations!"

"One good man has three gangs." Yang Xuan raised his glass, "Song Gong, when you live your whole life, you must do something for this world so that you can leave a mark in the annals of history...

Northern Xinjiang, no, it’s me, I’m waiting for you!”

He raised his head and drained the glass of wine, stood up and left.

Song Zhen sat there, looking a little forlorn under the moonlight.

He drank one cup after another.

"Eh!"

The clerk came back, passed the courtyard gate and looked in, "Song Gong hasn't gone to bed yet?"

Song Zhen was silent.

The clerk said angrily: "Do you want to go back?"

Go back and wait to die at home.

The key is that Song Zhen feels that the world will be in chaos before he is dead.

Along the way, he saw many refugees, and also saw many powerful people getting fatter and fatter.

and those insensitive officials.

There is only so much food in the world. The more the powerful and powerful eat, the less the people eat. When there is not enough food in the world, chaos is not far away.

"This Tang Dynasty is ill. Your Majesty, minister, what should I do?"

Song Zhen looked at the sky, and the figure of Emperor Wu appeared in his mind.

He raised his head and drank from the glass of wine, and choked up.

"His Majesty!"

He was thinking that if Li Yuan had not ascended the throne and had been replaced by another prince, perhaps the Tang Dynasty would have gone in a different direction.

"Alang!"
To be continued...