novelonline Chapter 1697 At this point, Tibet was recovered!
Chapter 1697 At this point, Tibet was recovered!
Chapter 1697 At this point, Tibet was recovered!
Kunning Palace
Queen Song sat on a soft couch covered with a wooden mat. She was wearing a wide-sleeved embroidered scarlet dress. Her hair was tied up with a golden crown with tassels. Her face was as white as snow, as bright as a peach, and gorgeous.
At this moment, a young man in a python robe walked quickly into the hall from outside the corridor. Then, he looked at Queen Song, bowed, and said in a clear voice: "Your humble servant greets Her Majesty."
Queen Song quickly reached out to support him and said in a gentle voice, "Prince Wei, please get up quickly."
Jia Heng thanked him, then stood up and sat down on an embroidered cushion beside him.
Queen Song jokingly asked, "Why are you so free today?"
Jia Heng said softly, "Today we are at Wuying Palace to discuss matters, so there are a few more people."
Queen Song asked curiously, "Did the previous dynasty intend to use military force against Tibet recently?"
Jia Heng picked up the teacup, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and said, "The King of Meng has led his troops to attack Khoshut. I think the battle report will be delivered here in a month."
Queen Song hummed softly, her snow-white face flushed, and she whispered, "That's true."
Queen Song raised her beautiful eyebrows, her cold and bright eyes flickered, and she whispered, "Xiaoxiao has given birth to a child."
Jia Heng said: "She gave birth last year. Xiaoxiao gave birth to a son."
Chen Xiao and Gu Ruoqing gave birth in the autumn of the second year of Qiande, right after Feng Jie. They had two children, a boy and a girl, which just made up the Chinese character "good".
Queen Song's eyes showed reminiscence, and she said with emotion: "From now on, the lineage of King Zhou will have an heir."
Jia Heng nodded, turned his head to look at the fair-skinned Queen Song, and asked, "How have you done with your studies these days, Luo'er?"
Queen Song's eyebrows were as beautiful as spring mountains, and her soft and clear eyes seemed to be rippling with gentle waves. She said, "Very good, the teachers in the inner study all praised him."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "I will teach Luo'er how to govern a country after some time."
Queen Song's eyes were as bright as water under her emerald eyebrows. She was surprised and asked, "Are you planning to cultivate him?"
Jia Heng smiled and said, "After all, he is the emperor, so he should act like an emperor. He cannot let others say that he does not look like a monarch."
At this moment, Queen Song's eyes were deep, and her heart couldn't help but be delighted when she heard these words.
Although he knew that this man did not really want to give the throne to his son, he still did not feel happy.
Jia Heng reached out and gently embraced Queen Song's fair and soft shoulders, and said softly, "Sweet girl, Luo'er is not suspicious, right?"
Now that the child has grown up, he may doubt his mother and his brother-in-law...
Queen Song's snow-white face was clearly flushed, and she said in a scolding tone: "I usually don't let Luo'er come to my place, but you can't be too naughty, or you might hear some gossip when Luo'er grows up."
Jia Heng hummed, and said softly, "How are Concubine Duanrong and the Eighth Prince doing recently?"
Queen Song said, "You have been much more peaceful recently, and I haven't seen you doing anything. Didn't Ze'er already have a marriage arranged? Now the wedding is about to take place, so don't forget to attend."
Jia Heng nodded and asked, "Don't worry, I will go there."
Chen Ze is now grown up and has begun to build up his influence through marriage.
As he spoke, he gently put his arm around Queen Song's shoulders, leaned close to her plump and slightly moist lips, and slowly captured her sweet and fragrant breath.
Jia Heng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered, and asked, "My Lady."
Queen Song let out a moan, and her pair of beautiful, crystal clear eyes under her green and beautiful eyebrows were soft and slightly moist, as if reflecting rippling water. She slightly closed her trembling eyelashes, feeling the intimacy of the young man in the python robe.
Jia Heng reached out and gently put his arm around Queen Song's shoulders, then walked towards the inner room.
At this moment, a light yellow curtain hung down from a golden hook. Jia Heng moved close to Queen Song's slightly pink lips, capturing her sweet and fragrant breath.
At this moment, Queen Song seemed to snort softly, and her plump and graceful body became soft like a ball of mud. Under her emerald green eyebrows, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and seemed to be moistened by soft waves.
Jia Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Queen Song. Well, as the sweet girl got older, she seemed to become more moist and smooth to the touch.
Queen Song leaned her delicate head with long black hair in the arms of the young man in the python robe, and her face, as white as snow, was as bright as the clouds.
On Jia Heng's side, he hugged Queen Song's slender shoulders, his eyes dazed and absent-minded.
In this way, the two of them cuddled together for a while, and then hugged each other tightly.
Queen Song's clear, jade-like eyes twinkled as she lowered her eyebrows. She asked, "After we conquer Tibet, will we recover the Western Regions?"
Jia Heng gently stroked Queen Song's rosy face and said, "Your Majesty is smart and can draw inferences from one instance."
Queen Song was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Then you can abdicate smoothly by taking advantage of your achievements in expanding the territory."
Jia Heng felt a soft sensation in his palms. His eyes were dazed for a moment and he said, "It's not as simple as you think."
Queen Song's snow-white face showed a look of surprise, and she asked, "Do you want to wait a little longer?"
Jia Heng said: "At least we have to wait until the railway is completed from Shenjing to Luoyang."
By that time, he would be able to abdicate and ascend the throne.
Queen Song's face showed a thoughtful look, and she thought to herself, there are still a few years left, and she hopes that when Luo'er grows up a little, he will change his mind.
After all, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.
Jia Heng looked at the dazed beauty and asked, "Madam, what are you thinking about now?"
Queen Song calmed down and said, "I'm not thinking about anything."
Jia Heng smiled but didn't delve into the reason.
This is a matter of national destiny. No one except him, a person of later generations, can steer such a huge empire.
Queen Song was silent for a moment, then said, "It's getting late, get up first, so that Luo'er doesn't have to come back from school and greet me again."
Jia Heng hummed softly, without saying anything else, stood up, put on a pair of black Chaoyun official boots and a black and red satin dragon robe, and came to the warm room in the hall.
After a while, Jia Heng walked quickly out of the hall, passed through the eaves with high beams and pillars, and walked quickly towards the outer room.
After thinking about it, Jia Heng decided to go to the harem to see Zhen Qing.
In the palace, in the palace——
Zhen Qing was wearing a crimson high-waisted dress with an elegant bun on her head. At this moment, her daughter Yin Yin was sitting behind a guzheng not far away, plucking the strings with her slender fingers as thin as green onion tubes.
But then a clear and pleasant voice was heard.
Zhen Qing said softly, "Yinyin, there are some mistakes in your fingering. You can correct them."
Yinyin's snow-white face blushed, her bright eyes were soft and moist, and she said, "I know, mother."
Zhen Qing called out, "Yinyin, you need to play the piano more carefully and don't slack off."
At this moment, a slender and beautiful maid quickly entered the hall and said in a loud voice: "My lady, the King of Wei is here."
Zhen Qing turned to look at Yin Yin who was standing beside her and said, "Your godfather is here."
Yinyin said in a sweet and soft voice, "My godfather is here."
After a while, the young man in the python robe could be seen coming from outside the eaves. He quickly walked into the warm room and looked at Yinyin who was sitting behind the guzheng and playing the piano.
The little girl was as delicate as a piece of white jade.
"Godfather~"
Immediately, Yinyin flew towards Jia Heng like a butterfly, and suddenly rushed into Jia Heng's arms, feeling inexplicably happy.
Jia Heng reached out and gently stroked Yinyin's extremely smooth hair, and whispered, "Yinyin, come here and let your godfather see if you have grown taller."
Yin Yin raised her face, which was as white as snow. Her bright eyes, as bright as rainbows, were rolling around non-stop, and there seemed to be soft ripples in her bright eyes.
Jia Heng gently took Yinyin's delicate hand, then looked at Zhen Qing who was smiling widely, and asked, "Yinyin is learning the piano right now."
Zhen Qing raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes sparkling like water, and said softly, "I'll let Yinyin learn the piano to cultivate her sentiments."
Jia Heng smiled and said, "It's good to learn some music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood."
Zhen Qing looked at the young man in the python robe and asked, "How come you have time to come to the palace?"
Jia Heng walked closer, stared at Zhen Qing's bright and beautiful face, and said, "I came here to see you."
Immediately, Jia Heng took his daughter Yinyin in his arms and asked, "Yin'er, where's Jie'er?"
"Jie'er has gone to school." Zhen Qing said in a low voice, with her beautiful eyes as soft as water, under her willow-like eyebrows as dark as spring mountains.
At this moment, Yin Yin blinked her bright eyes and looked at the young man in the python robe and her mother, feeling somewhat curious.
Zhen Qing gave an order, "Come here, carry the princess to the side hall."
At this moment, a slim and beautiful female official came into the hall from outside and was about to pick up Yin Yin.
"Godfather, I want to talk to you." At this moment, Yin Yin's eyes and eyebrows were lively. She raised her rosy little face, raised her two little arms as white as tender lotus roots, and called softly.
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Let my daughter stay here."
His daughter Yin Yin is really cute and smart now, with lively and clear eyes.
Because Jia Heng had just finished his passionate affair with Queen Song, and he didn't want to make any more trouble with Zhen Qing at the moment.
As Zhen Qing spoke, the wings of her beautiful, straight nose twitched. Then, her snow-white face suddenly changed. Her soft and beautiful eyes were filled with charming waves. She scolded, "Which vixen did you just come from?"
Jia Heng took Zhen Qing's slender hand and said, "You know where you came from."
Zhen Qing was speechless for a moment. Beneath her emerald green eyebrows, her pair of soft and beautiful eyes were flickering with a clear light.
She didn't know what was so interesting about the old woman.
Jia Heng reached out his hand and gently held Zhen Qing's shoulders, then turned his eyes to look at her white and tender face and said, "Qing'er, Jie'er is older now, so let him go out to be a vassal, so that he can be independent and conquer the land and be crowned king."
Zhen Qing frowned and said softly, "Where do you want Jie'er to be enfeoffed? Don't want it to be some bitter and cold place, do you?"
Jia Heng chuckled and said, "How could that be?"
Zhen Qing's cold and sparkling eyes flickered under her emerald eyebrows, and she said softly, "So where do you plan to let Jie'er go?"
Jia Heng said: "An overseas fiefdom."
Zhen Qing sighed and said, "Overseas, I can only see him two or three times a year."
Jia Heng held Zhen Qing's slender hand and said, "Isn't my daughter still by your side?"
Zhen Qing said: "But my daughter will get married in the future after all."
Jia Heng hummed and said, "Will I still be by your side in the future?"
Zhen Qing snorted and said unhappily, "After I grow old and lose my beauty, will you still remember me? You still rely on your children."
While Jia Heng was talking, he gently put his arm around Zhen Qing's shoulders, looked at her bright and beautiful face, and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
Zhen Qing said "hmm" and entered the warm room in the inner room with Jia Heng's embrace.
After an unknown amount of time, Jia Heng stared at that passionate face, gently pinched Zhen Qing's smooth chin, and said, "You've really suffered a lot during this period."
Zhen Qing was banished to the cold palace during this period. Apart from him visiting Zhen Qing and Zhen Xue occasionally coming over with the children, there was usually no one to talk to. Considering Zhen Qing's love of excitement and vanity, this was undoubtedly a torment.
Zhen Qing snorted softly, and her cold and sparkling eyes were soft and gentle under her beautiful emerald eyebrows. She said angrily, "Finally, you can speak some human words."
"What nonsense are you talking about." Jia Heng smiled lightly, patted Zhen Qing's round and plump breasts, leaned closer to the pile of rouge and powder, and greedily grabbed the fullness.
Zhen Qing hummed softly and slightly closed her beautiful eyes, with an expression of comfort and enjoyment on her face.
After not seeing him for such a long time, she missed him a little.
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The years do not live, the seasons flow.
In the blink of an eye, it was June of the third year of Qiande. The sun shone on the earth and the heat gradually rose.
The Han Dynasty's Beijing Camp troops launched a war against the Khoshut in Tibet from Qinghai and other places. The Mongolian King Ezhe led 70,000 elite Chahar Mongolian troops, and the Han Dynasty sent 20,000 elite Beijing Camp troops to march towards Tibet from Yushu.
After Khoshut Khan was defeated repeatedly by the Han Dynasty, the Khoshut troops evacuated to Tibet, stockpiled food, fodder, weapons and supplies in Tibet, contracted the defense line, and confronted the Chahar Mongolian troops in Chamdo.
In this way, the two sides confronted each other for almost a year, until the Han Dynasty finally sent out a full-scale military operation.
The Tibetan expeditionary army blasted the city of Chamdo with improved red cannons, and then advanced like a hot knife through butter, reaching Lhasa and other places as quickly and efficiently as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Tibet, Lhasa City——
But I saw the majestic white palace, reflecting the snow-capped mountain not far away. The sunlight shone on it, making it look holy, white and magnificent.
Or there may be dazzling sunlight shining down from behind the thick clouds, instantly illuminating a large area of indescribably gorgeous sunset, as bright as fire.
Just outside the city of Lhasa, in a milky white military tent, one can see rows of armored soldiers holding scimitars, constantly on guard.
The Khoshut Khan now summoned the soldiers and generals of the Khoshut Mongols to discuss important matters, mainly the troops of the Beijing camp that were about to go into battle.
At this moment, Khoshut Khan saw an officer wearing a light yellow felt hat and a cotton armor coming quickly with the sound of heavy armor leaves. Immediately, he clasped his fists and said, "Khan, the Han army has arrived at the gate of Lhasa and is about to attack the city."
Khoshut Khan was shocked when he heard this and asked, "I didn't expect the Han army's offensive to be so swift and fierce?"
Soon, the middle-aged officer wearing a white felt hat came running in from outside in a panic, saying in a panic: "Your Highness, the Han army's troops and artillery fire were fierce, and our army was no match for them and was defeated."
The Khoshut Khan looked ashen, with a fierce gleam in his eyes. He shouted, "Send troops to stop them. Do not let any Han army come over!"
At this time, the generals sitting around heard this and responded in unison, then led their personal guards to the mountain pass to resist the Han army's offensive.
At this moment, Chahar Prince Ezhe led a large number of Chahar Mongolian soldiers and Han troops to surround the entire snow mountain. Along several snow mountain passes, they bombarded the snow mountain castle with red cannons.
"Rumble..."
Red cannons and thunder bombs poured down on the snow-capped mountains like raindrops, instantly raising clouds of snow powder all over the mountains with a deafening sound.
The Khoshut soldiers had no time to avoid the attack. Amid the continuous rumbling of artillery fire, they fell into the snow like dead grass, without any ability to fight back.
At this moment, after several years of improvements in firearms, the Han people's red cannons and muskets were much more powerful.
Then, a large number of soldiers outside the palace poured into Lhasa city like a tide.
Cao Bianjiao, Marquis of Shanhai, was wearing a suit of maroon armor with the word "山" on it. Under the dazzling sunlight, the bright armor and the tiger eyes under his thick dark green eyebrows flashed fiercely.
Among them, Cao Bianjiao held a goose-feather knife at his waist with one hand, his eyes were cold, as if containing some ferocious tiger and wolf edge.
When Prince Chahar Ezhe saw this earth-shaking scene, he seemed to be greatly shocked. He sighed and said, "This red cannon is much more powerful than in previous years."
Cao Bianjiao was also very pleased and said, "Your Highness, this cannon has been improved by the Imperial Academy's chief priest and the Military Equipment Bureau. Both its range and power will be improved!"
As the Mongolian King Ezhe looked at the red cannons in the distance that were emitting thick smoke, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
If the Han people could possess such a magical weapon, I am afraid that the archers on the grassland would no longer have a place to use their skills.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao, Marquis of Shanhai, showed excitement on his face and said in a deep voice: "King Meng, Lhasa has been captured."
At this moment, the Mongol king Ezhe raised his bearded face, looked at the towering mountains in the distance, and said with emotion: "So far, Tibet has been taken into the pocket of the Han people."
Cao Bianjiao's face was filled with joy, and he said in a deep voice: "Report the victory to the court immediately."
In the third year of Qiande in the Han Dynasty, during the midsummer season, the sky in Tibet was clear and blue. At a glance, one could see blue sky, white clouds and auspicious clouds.
Teams of Han troops, dressed in fiery red armor and black cloaks, marched from Chamdo to Lhasa and defeated the Khoshut people in one fell swoop, thus ending the hundreds of years of division in Tibet.
If this war had not had many twists and turns, the Han army, with the support of red cannons and flintlock rifles, would have been unstoppable and would have recovered the entire Tibetan area. However, in this battle, the Khoshut Khan was killed, and most of the Khoshut troops surrendered to Chahar.
At this point, Tibet was recovered!
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Speed up the process.