As usual, Li Hong once again finished his barbecue in the Red Palace of the Potala Palace, ran to chat with Princess Wencheng, and then returned to his room, slightly drunk, accompanied by Banmei and Xunlan.
In Princess Wencheng's room, a Buddha statue was placed in the center. The pious princess respectfully lit a new incense stick and inserted it.
Tomorrow, the Tang Dynasty's red-feathered envoy will arrive in Lhasa City with Li Hong's official letter. This is why Li Hong has nothing better to do and comes to chat with her.
Without saying a word, after Li Hong had said eight hundred sentences and he had not said more than two sentences, he drank up all the water in the teapot and left in boredom.
"Your Highness..." The palace maid that Princess Wencheng brought with her from the Tang Dynasty when she got married walked quietly into the room, looked at Princess Wencheng who was worshiping Buddha, and called softly.
Princess Wencheng said nothing, as if she had not heard anything, and continued her ritual of worshipping Buddha. Only after she had finished the worship did she slowly stand up with the help of the palace maid.
These two palace maids have been with me for thirty years and have become as close as sisters. However, since the day I got married, the two palace maids have always called me Your Highness.
She did not follow the Tibetan custom and call herself Zanmeng or Dumo, but continued to call herself the way she was called in the palace.
"Let her in." Princess Wencheng pointed to the door and said.
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"Yes, Your Highness." The maid responded, walked to the door, and invited the man and woman outside to come in.
The room where Wencheng received guests was decorated like a small Buddhist temple. The air was filled with aroma, occasionally mixed with a hint of alcohol that Li Hong left behind when he left.
Fortunately, the weather at night was not very cold, so the window was half opened. After a while, the pleasant and leisurely aroma filled the room, and the smell of alcohol naturally disappeared without a trace.
"My daughter-in-law Mangfei Chijiang greets the Queen Mother. Your servant Qiongwadaze greets the Holy Salvation Buddha Mother." The two of them respectfully performed the Tibetan rituals to Princess Wencheng.
"Stand up and sit down first." Princess Wencheng gestured with a smile, and her eyes couldn't help but take a second look at Qiongwadaze, who was known as the most powerful general of the Yangzhi tribe.
After the two sat down, Princess Wencheng glanced at her maid, who nodded to her. Then she moved lightly with lotus steps and gently closed the door with another maid. She stood at the door and observed vigilantly to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on the conversation inside.
"Is everything arranged?" Princess Wencheng asked.
"Replying to the Holy Mother of Salvation, I have already made arrangements. Over the past few months, I have contacted all the warriors of our Yangzhi tribe, including the Xiangxiong tribe of the Seven Kings of Tianchi, and warriors from other tribes, a total of more than 70,000 people." Qiongwada stood up again and spoke when he saw Princess Wencheng asking questions.
Princess Wencheng nodded in satisfaction, but there was still a trace of worry between her brows. She said as if to remind them, "Our people must remember to hide well and must not be discovered by the spies of the Tang Dynasty."
"Don't worry, Qiongwadaze has been planning this for some time. Only now have all 70,000 people been mobilized to the Holy City. No one has noticed anything unusual." Mangfei Chijiang took over the conversation and replied.
"Well... okay, then I'm relieved. But you must remember tonight that you can only capture the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty alive and must not harm his life. Otherwise, we will bring disaster upon ourselves and the Tang Dynasty will mobilize the entire country to avenge us." Wen Cheng nodded with satisfaction and said with a slightly relaxed heart.
"Yes, I will obey the will of the Holy Buddha Mother of Salvation. I have secretly mobilized the 500 most courageous warriors of our Tubo to the palace through the Red Palace's procurement in the past few days, and..."
Qiongwada kept it a secret, looking at Princess Wencheng who was very interested, and smiled mysteriously and said, "I have given the responsibility of these 500 warriors to Xuelie, who is a warrior who is even more powerful than me."
When Princess Wencheng heard what Qiongwadaze said, she first frowned with joy, but then frowned.
Of course she had heard of Xuelie. Although he was not the first brave warrior of Tubo personally conferred by the Zamp, he was already the best among the younger generation.
Moreover, Mangsong Mangzan's mother, the Mangfei Chijiang in front of her, has been trying her best to persuade Xuelie to come to Luxie to protect Mangsong Mangzan's safety.
Now that he heard about this person's arrival, he was naturally delighted, but he was also a little worried about Li Hong. If this little devil ran into Xuelie, it would be fine if he got hurt. But if the little devil got his temper, in the chaos of war, what if he got hurt by Xuelie...
Seeing the worry between Princess Wencheng's brows, Concubine Mang Chijiang smiled knowingly, stretched out her hand and pressed it on Princess Wencheng's hand, comforting her: "Don't worry, my daughter-in-law has already told him not to harm the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, just capture him. He knows the stakes."
"That's good, that's good. That little devil has never taken anyone seriously, and now he has made such an unparalleled achievement for the Tang Dynasty. With these 30,000 to 50,000 people, he broke through our holy city and took back the land of Tuyuhun. I'm afraid he is too arrogant now and doesn't know the seriousness of the situation when facing Xuelie... Alas, things on the battlefield cannot be explained in a few words. But fortunately, we are all in the Red Palace. If anything happens, the worst that can happen is that I will pay his life to the Tang Dynasty." Princess Wencheng was still a little worried.
But at this moment, if this little devil is not subdued, Tubo will be doomed to failure and the country will no longer exist.
Princess Wencheng couldn't feel relaxed at all because of Dunmao's mood, but everything for tonight had been prepared for a long time. She had started to prepare secretly since Li Hong entered the city of Lhasa and occupied the Red Palace.
All of this was done to preserve everything in Tubo and the emerging kingdom that her husband had created in his short lifetime.
The moonlight is alluring and captivating. The clear moonlight exudes coolness, shining on every inch of land on the plateau.
At some unknown time, the gate of Lhasa City was slowly and silently opened under the moonlight.
Several Tibetans, with solemn expressions and weapons in hand, slowly opened the door and then disappeared like ghosts.
The Potala Palace, the building that seems to be the closest to God, sleeps quietly and peacefully under the soft moonlight.
Compared with the Tang people, the Tibetans were more familiar with the topography of the Potala Palace. Even during the period of occupation by the Tang people, the Tang people had already become as familiar with the topography as possible.
But at night, they were still not as familiar with the terrain as the Tibetans, let alone using the terrain to hide their tracks.
In the shadows where the moonlight could not reach, the dark shadows slowly hid their tracks and crept forward cautiously. Everything here was so familiar to them that it couldn't be more familiar.
The lights in the room at the top of the Red Palace had already gone out. Xuelie once again confirmed the room and began to sneak up the stairs like a civet cat.
Behind Xuelie, dozens of Tibetans, also wearing black night clothes, wrapped their weapons in their hands, followed behind him and slowly sneaked up to the Red Palace on the top floor.
There was a "bang", like the sound of a bowstring being fully drawn, followed by a muffled groan behind Xuelie.
Xuelie was shocked. He glanced at his men who were rolling down the stone steps behind him, and immediately looked towards the darkness.
After a vigilant patrol, he did not find any trace of the attacker. He frowned, but in just two breaths, Xue Lie pushed hard with his feet and jumped up several steps.
And at that moment, an arrow shot into the wall next to the steps where he was originally staying.
"We've been discovered, rush forward quickly." Xuelie glanced at the place where he had just been, the arrow that was still trembling, and his heart began to beat violently.
If he had been a little slower, he would have been hit by the arrow. Judging from the power of the arrow, he would have lost the ability to move immediately after being hit.
As Xue Lie finished speaking, a whooshing sound was heard, and suddenly, dozens or even hundreds of torches were lit around Li Hong's room in the entire Red Palace.
As the torches were lit, the men in black quickly ran towards Li Hong's room from all directions.
Hua Meng shot another arrow, but still missed the leader on the steps.
"The prince has been deceived by the princess. Go wake him up quickly. I'll guard the stairs." Hua Meng stood up from the darkness while speaking. The crossbow in his hand was already loaded with arrows, and he shot another arrow at the stairs.
Mangzhong did not say anything. Before Hua Meng finished speaking, he had already rushed upstairs.
The whole person was like a monkey. With a force on his feet, he flew to the other side of the wall. He stretched out one arm to grab the edge of the eaves, bent his waist and arched his back, and immediately jumped onto the roof like a civet cat.
The bow and crossbow in his hand were not idle either. He found that there were still Tibetans lurking on the roof, so he immediately shot an arrow.
The arrow arrived silently in the blink of an eye, and a Tibetan man who was shot in the back rolled off the roof without even having time to make a sound.
Dozens of people lurking in the room could see Mangzhong's figure clearly under the moonlight.
No sound was heard, but several people immediately abandoned Li Hong's room and ran towards Mangzhong.
Mangzhong was not in a hurry. He loaded the arrows on the crossbow in his hand in a very fast time. In his other hand, the three swallow-wing crossbows that Li Hong gave them were also loaded with palm-sized arrows.
While rushing towards the people opposite, he raised his arms and shot arrows like shooting stars, shining with cold light under the moonlight, at the rushing Tibetans.
When he finished shooting with the bows and crossbows in both hands, Mangzhong didn't even look to see if anyone on the opposite side was hit. He threw away the bows and crossbows, quickly pulled out the horizontal sword from his waist, drew a perfect arc in the air, and slashed at the first Tibetan who ran towards him.
The Tibetan man dodged to the side but was hit in the face by Mangzhong's knee. He groaned, snot and tears streaming down his face, and rolled off the roof.
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