Mulu City, as a disciple of the Silent Bishop, Sura firmly believed that her path should be to follow the Aroben road to the east, to Selis, and to Qinna.

Sula knew that Aroben had received the summons from the emperor in Selis and had a formal position in Sabao's mansion, but the Khanate of the Turks blocked the way of mission.

“These are all knowledge.”

Holding the copper cross in his hand, Sura was flipping through a copy of the "Yin Xun" printed on rice paper, which was brought from Seris a few years ago by a merchant from Constantinople.

Suddenly, Sura heard the sound of horse hooves.

Compared with the church in Damascus, the Nestorian church in Mulu City is almost inconspicuous as low-rise houses. However, Sula still carefully erected a plaque with three Chinese characters "Cross Temple" in front of the church.

On the side of the plaque, it is also written in Chinese characters: God bless all living beings.

"what happened?"

Sula stopped a running vendor.

"I don't know, but there are many horses coming. I don't know if it's a sand thief..." The panicked vendor ran away quickly with a basket of sand dates on his head, and he left here as if he was running away.

"May the Lord bless you."

After talking about it, Sula quickly packed up the things outside the church and glanced at the plaque. He originally wanted to put it in, but when he thought that the thief would definitely not want a wooden plaque.

"Empress, this is Mulu City."

"Somewhat broken."

While the group was talking, Changsun Chong rode his horse and looked over the left and right guards, and saw a large number of low-lying houses, some of which were just shacks. Any family with a yard, inside the low earth wall, could see the holes covering the entrance.

"The envoy, because bandits are rampant here, there are many tunnels to take shelter. These caves are mostly used by Tibetans and animals. Although the ground seems to be broken, there are actually many local cattle, sheep and animals. In fact, the locals are still rich."

"How can I make a living next to the Dahei Desert?"

"Agriculture and animal husbandry are mixed, and they often do business without capital."

Hearing this, Changsun laughed and said with his beard, "It seems to be with the tribes of the Mohe, but most of the people in the Mohe make a living by fishing and hunting. If their lives are not good, they will go to rob other tribes. When he was in Liaodong, he had exchanged ten large pearls for one stone."

Everyone who was originally a little distressed was shocked when they heard Changsun Chong's words.

"Is it that the envoy wants to make a deal with the local Persians?"

"Let's go find out the news first."

It is not difficult to find a place to rest. I found a spacious courtyard and threw two pieces of silk over it. The courtyard became Changsun Chong's place to settle down.

Changsun Chong, who had long been out of the category of pampering and settling his guards, put the beautiful concubines collected from the Western Regions into the cleaned yard.

"Strange, why haven't the Persian garrison seen it yet?"

"There is a Persian general's residence, but there are only servants and no guards."

The person who asked about the news was wondering. A man rushed over in the distance on a horse. When he arrived, he turned over and got off the horse, he threw someone down.

"There's news!"

The knight took off his helmet and kicked it on the man, "This is a monk from the 'Cross Temple' who knows some Chinese language. He said that the Persian ministers and a prince of the Sri Lanka went to find the Turks to help soldiers."

"What?! Is the Persians going to plot against the envoy?!"

"No, no, no, no..."

Sula, who looked panicked, complained in his heart. He never expected that the plaque outside had not attracted the sand thieves, but these Tang people looked no more kind than sand thieves and had a tough style. They were obviously regular soldiers.

"No hurry! Take him to see the envoy."

"Walk!"

“Yes, yes…”

With his waist bent, Sula was like a shrimp, and she was even more frowning.

The soldiers of the Tang people looked very rough, their beards were so messy, their foreheads were so deep, their skin was so weathered, and their weapons were so sharp.

In the yard of the temporary garrison, Changsun Chong was comforting these "diplomatic" concubines. As "Su Wu on the bed", the biggest gain of the cousin now is that the fathers of these concubines will become the leader of the Tang army in the future.

The results of the battle are very rich. In addition to the concubine, there are also "commitment letters" filled with boxes.

These "commitment letters" were all given to His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty by the concubines. In summary, I will lead the way when the Tang army comes.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

"The envoy, all the Persian generals in the city were gone, and there was a monk from the "Cross Temple" who said he knew the truth."

“‘Cross Temple’?”

Changsun Chong thought a little and thought to himself: Could it be the Nestorian of the Great Qin Dynasty?

He has no connection with Aroben. The great monk who can deal with him must be like Huang Guanzi.

“Bring it up!”

"Yes, the messenger."

After waiting for a while, Changsun Chong packed up his appearance and said to his concubines: "Don't worry, madam. Since you are in Mulu City, you will be ready to get out of trouble."

"Alang is gone, how dare I stop my husband from doing things? I only pray all the time, may God Haotian bless you."

“…”

My cousin felt embarrassed and steadily brought the door to the room.

"Kneel down!"

When Sula saw Changsun Chong, she was shocked. He never knew that there was a handsome man of such appearance and dignity in this world. At that moment, Sula even felt that the Roman emperor would abandon his crown for such a man. The girls in Damascus would go crazy for him, and the ladies in Baghdad would talk about love around him. No woman could easily resist such a man.

Even though Sula knew that this man had just experienced the baptism of wind and frost, even if his slightly frosted cheeks were more vigorous because of his elegant beard.

"God Lord bless you, please, please...you...you are willing to convert..."

"Return to your mother! Kneel down!"

Bang!

The guard punched Sula in the abdomen and made him kneel down. Then he turned around and fisted and said, "The envoy, this monk, said that the Persians went to search for Turkic bastards."

Changsun Chong's expression was as usual, waved his hand, letting his guards retreat on both sides, and then slowly stepped forward and walked to Sula. His voice was low but unexpectedly powerful, which made Sula feel very friendly and gentle when she heard it.

"What's your name?"

"Su, Sura."

"It sounds like the name of Flynn."

"I am glorious Rome..."

"Get up and talk."

Changsun Chong smiled and interrupted Sula's words, but it made Sula feel that this was not rude, but an extraordinary demeanor that made people feel deeply trapped in the spring breeze.

In just a moment, Sula swears in her heart: Let the Bishop of Anxu go to hell, I want to go to Selis, I want to go to Qinna, I want to go to Tang Dynasty!
Chapter completed!