Songtsen Gampo gave birth to his son Gongri Songtsen at the age of fifteen, and his son Gongri Songtsen inherited his tradition and gave birth to Mangsong Mangtsen at the age of fifteen.
But what is unusual is that Gongrisuntsen and Songtsen Gampo died in the same year.
At that time, the current Tubo King Mangsong Mangtsen was only two or three years old. He was assisted by Lu Dongtsen and took the position of Tubo King.
Li Hong racked his brains but could not figure out why Lu Dongzan did not depose the orphan and widowed Mangsong Mangzan and establish himself as the Zamp after Songtsen Gampo's death.
After much thought, Li Hong could only attribute the reason why Lu Dongzan could not depose the orphan and his widowed mother to the fact that Songtsen Gampo had made an admirable contribution to the strength of Tubo.
The god-like influence made it impossible for Lu Dongzan to find sufficient excuses and reasons to depose Mangsong Mangzan.
I'm afraid that with the restraint of other ministers such as the Seven Kings of Tianchi, although Lu Dongzan is extremely powerful in Tubo and is second only to the emperor, he cannot openly rebel.
The majestic and solemn Potala Palace was built by Songtsen Gampo in order to marry Princess Wencheng. Since its completion, it has become an undesecrated holy place in the hearts of the Tibetans in just a few years.
The Potala Palace was built on top of the Red Hill with three nine-story buildings and a total of one thousand palaces.
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The Red Palace, as a symbol of royal power, is naturally placed in the center. One of the two sides is called the White Palace, and the other is called the Snow City, where the headquarters of the Bon religion is located.
After the development of Songtsen Gampo and subsequent reconstruction, the area of Lhasa City is now as large as Chang'an in terms of size.
Pei Xingjian marched with Li Hong all the way, and when they reached the seven major cities that guarded the holy city of Tubo, Lhasa, all he could do was gasp and stare blankly.
Whether it is Zetang City, or Sangye, Duokang and other cities, they are now all scorched earth, and the city walls that have been baptized by explosives are still scattered with ruins.
The Tibetan people watched the Tang army pass by indifferently, with fear and anger in their wooden expressions, but more of it was timidity.
They knew very well that it was these Tang people who turned the big city that made them so proud into a pile of ruins in an instant.
Out of awe of the Tang army, especially of the thunder they knew, they could only be angry but not say anything as they watched the Tang cavalry slowly pass by.
Some people even knelt on the ground while looking at the Tang army in order to pray for peace.
"See? Strength is the bottom line. If you are strong enough, you can easily conquer them. If you are not strong enough, sooner or later, they will deal with you as a winner." Li Hong looked calm, and did not appear as complacent as Pei Xingjian imagined.
He was able to go in and out of Tubo, causing such huge damage, and even helped himself to recapture Tuyuhun, and finally returned to Tubo unscathed.
This courage and achievement are enough to match the achievements of the late emperor when he founded the country.
"I wonder how Dai Zhide will react when he sees this. Your Highness, you have accomplished such a great feat, comparable to the achievements of the late emperor. You have made our Tang Dynasty famous and feared by all nations. You have also protected the people of the Anxi Protectorate from the war. I think Dai Zhide will not blame you, right?" Pei Xingjian was still a little worried.
Although he was not in the court, the wonderful confrontation between the Crown Prince and the Minister of Rites had been a hot topic among the ministers in recent years.
"I don't think so. We have left him idle for several years. If he is still stubborn, then he can be a teacher here for the rest of his life and use his knowledge to educate the Tubo people. Hasn't he always claimed to be worried about his innate worries?" A sneer appeared on Li Hong's lips.
Today, I will lead my troops to the city of Luoshui. I don’t know what Aunt Wencheng will feel when she sees me.
After this battle, his identity has been completely exposed.
The emperor was afraid that his life would be in danger in Tubo, so he told Wencheng that it was the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty who had personally visited Tubo.
This was also why the last two of the Seven Kings of Tianchi surrounded him from behind after he left Dayuechuan, but unexpectedly still ran into Heichi Changzhi's ambush, and ended up like Ding Chizan and De Chizan, buried in a pile of fallen rocks.
From a distance, the largest landmark building in Lhasa City is the Potala Palace, a holy place built on the Red Mountain that has lasted for more than a thousand years.
The name of the Potala Palace, just like this building, has stood between the Snow Mountain and the Red Mountain for more than a thousand years. Until the last life, it was still a holy place in people's hearts.
After seeing the majestic, solemn and breathtaking beauty of the Potala Palace, you will forget everything else in this city.
Fifty thousand Tang soldiers arrived at the city. From afar, the wall of Lhasa looked like rubble. No one cared about its hardness. Everyone was looking up at the holy place on the Red Mountain, the Potala Palace.
"How much wealth is needed to build such a majestic palace?" Pei Xingjian murmured to himself, the shock in his heart was beyond words.
It was also the first time that Li Hong saw with his own eyes the Potala Palace, which had been passed down for more than a thousand years. He looked at the towering palace, the red mountains and white walls, and the red building in the middle.
As if responding to Pei Xingjian's words, he also murmured: "This cannot be measured by money. This is faith, the faith in the hearts of the Tibetans. This heritage has penetrated into their bones, and I'm afraid it has been buried deep in their souls and blood."
In the ruthless river of history, there are only a handful of great architectural civilizations of mankind that have not been defeated by time or destroyed by the years.
For a building like this that has lasted for more than a thousand years, the mere inheritance of its shell is already valuable.
What is even more terrifying is that it seems to have carried with it more than a thousand years of faith and imprint, and has been occupying the thoughts of heaven and the will of God in people’s spiritual world for more than a thousand years.
At this moment, it gives people a feeling of being invincible.
The flames of war once destroyed the spiritual buildings that people admired, but they were rebuilt again in the spiritual world by people while accepting God's will, and continued to stand on this plateau known as the roof of the world.
People worship it with the most pious hearts, people respect it with the purest souls, and people guard it with courage that is more important than life.
The black mountains, white walls, and red palaces exude a mysterious and sacred atmosphere. When people look up at them, they seem to be accepting greetings from the depths of their souls. It is as if the marks of God have penetrated through time and space and penetrated deep into people's hearts.
Pilgrimage is another pure world of spiritual heritage that people faced in the previous life besides the Quran. It cleanses people’s inner suffering, sorrow and grief.
Likewise, it also silently listens to the pleas, confessions, and dedications of those in need.
In the Greater China region, there are many buildings that have been passed down for more than a thousand years, including thousand-year-old temples, the White Horse Temple that dates back to the Han Dynasty, and the even older Great Wall.
But compared with the white walls and red palace in front of us, they are just pitiful shells. No one can stand on the top of the world like the white walls and red palace in front of us, with a strong spiritual aura and a permanent spiritual imprint, standing for thousands of years like a god or a demon.
The Great Wall, as a defensive structure, was regarded as a symbol of the nation in the previous life. In order to enrich their own pockets, scholars and experts ignored the existence of faith, forced new words on it, and made it as sacred as the backbone of the nation.
The Tang Dynasty, a country that had never built even an inch of the Great Wall, was disdainful of the Great Wall. The reason for this was because of their confidence that was so strong that it was ingrained in their blood.
And what exactly caused this self-confidence to disappear completely?
The first thing that came to Li Hong's mind was Dai Zhide, who vowed to govern the country according to Confucianism.
Looking at Li Hong's somewhat uncertain expression, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, he frowned, smiled foolishly, and then looked at the Potala Palace in confusion.
Pei Xingjian shouted several times before Li Hong, who seemed to be possessed by a demon, came to his senses.
At this time, the gate of Lhasa City, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened a small gap, and a Tibetan man ran out from inside, shouting incomprehensible words.
He was unable to slowly raise the crossbow in his hand, but put it down after Li Hong raised his hand to signal him.
"Don't be anxious, listen to what they want to say." Li Hong said, looking at the people running over.
Hua Meng didn't wait for Li Hong's order. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and galloped out of the team.
At this time, he and several other people did not dare to be careless at all. If anything happened to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, they would probably be buried with him.
The Tibetans who were running over were watched by Hua Meng. When they saw Li Hong, they were stunned for a moment, and then they said in broken Chinese: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, our honorable Holy Salvation Buddha Mother asks you to enter the palace alone."
"Holy Mother of Salvation?" Quan Yi asked in confusion.
"It's my aunt Wencheng, who is now revered by them as the Holy Savior Buddha Mother, which means Manjushri Bodhisattva or Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the name of their Bon religion." When Li Hong was looking up at the Potala Palace just now, he had already thought that he would most likely be summoned by Princess Wencheng alone.
Wen Cheng's current status in Tubo is probably that of the most respected person in the eyes of all living Tubo people. No one can be compared with her.
The construction of the Jokhang Temple and the Jokhang Temple was all due to her belief in Buddhism. Also because of her belief in Buddhism, Bon religion began to absorb other Buddhist scriptures from Tubo itself.
"Okay, then you just open the city gate." Li Hong pointed his chin at the city gate in the distance and said easily.
The Tibetan was stunned. He had not expected that the noble Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty would lead the Tang soldiers in.
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