001's voice, tinged with a hint of doubt, rang out to Qin Qianluo, "Luo Bao, this sounds like a language from the Western Regions."

Qin Qianluo paused slightly, like a willow branch gently swaying in a spring breeze. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Is that Сайн уу?"

"This is the language of the Xiongnu."

Qin Qianluo was immediately stunned, like a deer lost in a vast forest, and asked in confusion, "Where is Tibet?"

According to modern geographical divisions, it should be Tibet.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo felt somewhat relieved, as if she had found a glimmer of light in the darkness.

He pondered to himself that he had some knowledge of Tibetan, so it shouldn't be too difficult for him. He just wondered if there were any differences between the Tibetan he was speaking and what he had learned.

At this moment, the ministers were all dumbfounded, filled with admiration for Princess Qingyun: how did she manage to learn so many languages? How could she be so intelligent and extraordinary?

Such talent and wisdom seem to be a gift from heaven, leaving people in awe.

The emperor sat on the throne, which was decorated with dragons and phoenixes. The winter sun shone through the carved window lattices and into the magnificent hall, creating bright patches of light.

Upon hearing that Qin Qianluo could understand and speak the language of foreigners, the Emperor's majestic face changed drastically. The shock in his eyes was like a ripple on a calm lake, and a surge of excitement welled up in his heart.

He secretly pondered to himself, if this little girl from the Qin family could truly understand the languages ​​of envoys from various countries, wouldn't such talent be like building an indestructible defense for Tianxuan?

With her present, she could understand the meaning behind the envoys' words, and take precautions against whether the envoys from various countries harbored ulterior motives or had any conspiracies, thus protecting Tianxuan in every way.

It is truly a blessing from heaven; this little girl from the Qin family is indeed a shining, blessed little lucky star.

The Tibetan envoys were solemnly entering the main hall, their shadows stretched long in the sunlight.

The golden bricks beneath my feet shimmered softly in the sunlight, as if telling of Tianxuan's majesty and power.

They approached the emperor slowly, step by step, and then respectfully knelt on one knee to perform the solemn and dignified salute.

Originally, their king, who was far away in Tibet, had not planned to send envoys to this Tianxuan Kingdom at the beginning of this year.

However, news of Tianxuan's attack on Xuanyuan spread like wildfire, quickly traversing mountains and rivers to reach Tibet.

Upon hearing this news, the Zanpu was filled with anxiety and fear, secretly wondering if Tianxuan, after conquering Xuanyuan, would use the momentum of his great victory to launch an attack on Tibet.

Amidst these anxieties, the king carefully considered the matter and ultimately decided to send these capable men to him.

Now, after a long and arduous journey, only to arrive in the capital of Tianxuan, did they learn the shocking news that the Xuanyuan clan had been completely destroyed. This news struck them like a thunderbolt.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. If they hadn't come this time, given the current situation, would the next country to tremble under the Heavenly Profound Iron Cavalry and suffer annihilation be Tibet?

The envoys' foreheads were slightly damp with cold sweat, which glistened in the sunlight, but they were secretly overjoyed.

When they arrived in Tianxuan Capital, envoys from other countries had already arrived and gathered there, while their group arrived late and almost missed their important mission.

At this moment, they were all filled with gratitude, thankful that their king had such keen insight and had not made a foolish decision at such a crucial moment.

Otherwise, the terrible consequences are unimaginable. The fate of Tibet might be like a candle flickering in the wind, swaying uncertainly amidst the power of Tianxuan, until it is swallowed up by Tianxuan.

After performing the grand ceremony, the Tibetan envoys retreated in an orderly fashion to one side of the main hall, silently awaiting the grand court assembly on the first day of the lunar month.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and in a short while, the morning court session ended in solemn silence.

Qin Qianlu gently tidied her hair and stepped out of the main hall. She saw that the sky outside the hall was as blue as a jewel, and the sunlight poured down without reservation.

But there was no feeling of warmth; after all, it was winter, and the cold still seeped into the bones.

She pondered to herself, with the holiday approaching, she was really worried about the situation at the bookstore, as she hadn't been there to take care of it for a long time.

Why not take this opportunity to visit a bookstore and take a closer look? Only by seeing it with your own eyes and examining it personally can you calm your mind and stop feeling anxious like a drifting catkin in the wind.

As the ceremonial procession slowly approached the guesthouses where the envoys from various countries were staying, Qin Qian landed within the exquisite and magnificent procession and faintly heard bursts of noise like boiling soup.

It was a symphony of interwoven and colliding languages, like a chaotic and disorderly symphony. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, then her lips parted slightly, and she ordered the sedan chair to stop.

Curiosity, like a cat's claw, gently scratched at her heart, prompting her to peek out slightly, eager to find out what had caused such a commotion.

Seeing this, a clever and quick-witted servant hurried forward to inquire. The servant moved nimbly, like a swift swallow darting through the crowd.

After he learned the whole story, he came back like a cheerful spring breeze and excitedly recounted it to Qin Qianluo.

It turned out that the envoys from the Western Regions and the Tibetan envoys had met by chance, as if they were enemies from a past life. As soon as they met, they started arguing and their faces turned red.

Upon closer examination, the reason turned out to be that the two tribes had a long-standing feud and were incompatible with each other.

The two places are adjacent to each other and often clash over territory and resources. Every time they meet, they are like two fighting roosters, arguing endlessly.

It was a feud over territory and resources, and also because their personalities clashed, just like water and fire are incompatible.

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