Emperor Ming Dynasty

The cold wind blew and snowflakes flew, covering the entire Yujing City. The soldiers turned a blind eye to the snow, shivering and warming themselves by the fire to get through this difficult moment.

A few passers-by trekked with heavy steps, and when they saw the city gate, they showed a relaxed look.

At the gate of the city, a cavalry came on horseback. His face was pale. When he saw the words "Yujingcheng" on the gate, he immediately rejoiced: "Urgent report, urgent report—"

The guards naturally did not dare to neglect and quickly allowed him to enter.

Soon, the cavalry came to the palace.

"Damn, it's news from Xijing."

Jia Daihua in the side hall was anxious, looking at the military situation above, he couldn't help asking: "Where did the king go?"

"Going to the west of the city to visit the Academy."

"Go, get the king back!"

Jia Daihua said in a deep voice, "As soon as possible."

In the west of the city, Zhu Cunheng walked on the road, looking very leisurely.

In winter, the entire Liao Kingdom will also come to a standstill, and it will be even colder than Beijing. It can be described as extremely cold.

But at the same time, summer is quite hot, like a desert, so it’s really not a good place to go.

But there is no way, this is his Liao Kingdom.

However, to control such a big country, a little bit of suffering is nothing.

After all, as the king of a country, neither the scorching heat nor the severe cold can invade him.

In this winter, there are many shops open, and the most lively ones are the grain shops and salt shops, and of course the coal mines.

Liao also has coal.

"30 people, there are more people in Yujing City."

Zhu Cunheng is happy about the increase in the population of the capital.

Because there are only two centers in the huge Liao Kingdom, one is the city of Bukhara, which was also renamed Xijing, and the other is Samarkand, which is now Yujing.

Now that the capital is moved to Yujing City, there will be uncontrollable losses for the old capital of Bukhara: population outflow.

Just the civil and military officials, the palace, and the garrison totaled more than 10 people. After this battle, the population of Bukhara was only [-] to [-].

But there was no way. The Liao Kingdom could only have one center, and the city of Bukhara, where the old aristocrats and old forces gathered, was definitely not suitable as a capital city.

Looking at the bustling street, Zhu Cunheng had a smile on his face.

"Get out of the way. You can also touch the noble master's car?"

Suddenly, a carriage came quickly. It was hung with blue silk, hollowed out with carvings, and inlaid with jewels. It had distinctive Ming decorations.

Obviously, he is a wise man.

On the carriage, the slaves were wearing sheepskin coats and felt hats, their faces full of arrogance: "They are all untouchables, and they don't even have a look."

The carriage roared past, splashing a lot of mud and snow, and the passers-by dared not speak in anger.

After they left, they cursed one by one:

"Damn lackey, Allah will not bless you."

"Damn Ming-"

Although he didn't understand much, the past few months of further study had made the King of Liao know a little about Turkic language, and he barely knew that it was not a good thing to say.

When passers-by saw his Han appearance, they immediately stayed away and did not dare to get close.

Entering a restaurant, there was a lot of voices, and the smell of mutton hot pot was wafting outside the house, and he couldn't help but twitch his nose, it was so thick with smoke.

At the door, pedestrians passing by covered their mouths and noses, made prayer gestures, and then cursed silently.

The aroma of wine is overflowing!
"Guest officer, how many catties of mutton do you want?"

Xiaoer came to receive him warmly, in pure Han style.

"Since when did there be a liquor store in the city?"

King Liao sat down and ordered three catties of mutton.

"Hey, his Anla doesn't care about us Ming people, and we don't believe in religion, so why does he care about drinking?"

Xiao Er didn't take it seriously.

According to the rules of the Heping Sect, drinking alcohol is not allowed, and pork is not allowed to be eaten. However, the Han people mainly eat pork, and wine is never left behind.

Invisibly, there is a conflict between the two.

As the king of Liao, he drank and ate meat in the palace, and no one could control him, but those wine shops were serious enough to challenge ordinary believers.

"No one protested?"

"Why not?" Xiaoer said contemptuously: "A few priests and some men broke in and talked a lot, but it didn't work."

"When the people from the Yamen came, they all were arrested."

"From now on, who will dare to act recklessly?"

The King of Liao smiled and watched the hot pot being carried over. The sliced ​​mutton greatly increased his appetite.

He scalded a piece of it, and it tasted really good, but the mutton smell was very light.

"It's so easy for you to file a lawsuit?"

"Of course." The waiter took advantage of the fact that no one was around and said, "What are we talking about? We don't want to see who is sitting in the palace?"

"His Royal Highness the Liao King, the fourth son of the current Ming Emperor, and the current king of the Liao Kingdom, those Tartars are nothing but pariahs, full of mutton, and deserve to be controlled."

"We Han people are masters in the Liao Kingdom. Who in the Yamen dare not pay attention to it. If you don't guarantee it, you can go to the court!"

"Brother is here to do business, right? Let me tell you, this is the right place to come to the Liao Kingdom. Anyone who dares to lie to you should report directly to the officials!"

At the end, he said in a low voice: "Even if you are not cheated, you can still extort two dollars. There are people in our yamen."

Hearing this, King Liao's smile faded away. After eating a few slices of mutton, he lost his appetite and ordered several guards to eat.

When he got up, his ears and eyes were all in Chinese. Although they were all dialects of the South and the North, they remained the same, and he could probably recognize the dialect.

"We have to eat decent rice!"

"It's still Su silk that can be used to make clothes, don't you think the homemade cloth is so awkward?"

"Women have to wear gauze when they go out, which is convenient..."

Facing him who was wandering around, everyone was very enthusiastic and had a very good attitude. After a long absence, he actually developed a feeling for the countryside.

"In the Liao Kingdom, Han people from all over the world became friendly!"

King Liao sighed and left the restaurant.

"No, this is just holding together to keep warm, and there are conflicts of interest."

The township party gradually rose in Yujing City, and the Han people already considered themselves superior and looked down on the Tatars.

In order not to waste time, he boarded a carriage and came to the academy.

This is a school specially set up for the purpose of practicing the way of enlightenment, and it is dedicated to educate ordinary people to read.

Not young children, but some thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers, about three to five hundred of them.

Learn three hundred poems, thousand-character prose, and then Confucian classics.

These people were his future bureaucrats.

Near the Academy, there are two or three bookstores, selling the Four Treasures of the Study and books.

He thought there would be few guests, but he didn't expect many guests.

At first glance, they turned out to be mostly richly dressed indigenous nobles or scholars.

The most sold ones are the translated Four Books and Five Classics.

The previous Bukhara Khanate was based on Turkic language, which was very popular throughout the Western Regions, and the southern border of Anxi was no exception.

The same is true. It is convenient for the Liao Kingdom to directly bring the Four Books and Five Classics translated by Nanjiang.

This is to educate those adult nobles.

"Study and learn from time to time, isn't it also said?"

When I came to the Academy, it was full of famous paintings, including Confucius, Mencius, and various famous sayings and warnings.

In addition, there are many statues of Confucius in the compound.

Let the students feel the atmosphere of Confucianism in an all-round way.

"Have you learned the Analects now!"

Listening to this string of slightly awkward Mandarin, he felt extremely comfortable.

Standing outside the window, the faces of these teenagers are easily visible.

Childish, that's because of age.

Longing, that's because of the future.

Reading and writing?Under the Peace Cult, only priests and nobles have power.

Ordinary people just don't know anything.

It is precisely because of this that the Peace Sect is able to control society.

So is Christianity.

Only the East can popularize culture.

"Three hundred this year, three thousand next year, under subtle influence, a certain person won't believe that there will still be people who speak Tatar in the huge Yujing City."

King Liao smiled.

In the Liao Kingdom, except for some Han people, Turkic is spoken from top to bottom, and those Mongols who came here could not understand it.

It can be said that apart from relying on the Han people and the army, he could hardly do anything.

The monarch is naturally vigilant and suspicious of everything, so it is natural to change this situation without delay.

After patrolling part of the way, he left the academy quietly without disturbing them.

But when he was going out, he saw a few big men not far away, pointing at the academy, with resentment on their faces.

He looked up.

On the way, the guard came to the door.

"Your Highness, the Prime Minister said it is an emergency."

"it is good!"

Quickly riding, he returned to the palace in less than a moment.

"Your Highness!" Jia Daihua stepped forward and said with an eager expression, "Your Highness, there is urgent news from Bukhara."

"What happened?"

King Liao said in no hurry.

"Some priests were stubborn, united with some tribes and unruly people, cooperated with the inside and outside, and took down the city of Bukhara."

Jia Daihua said seriously.

"Oh?" King Liao was not in a hurry, he sat down on his buttocks, and warmed his hands on the brazier.

"Your Highness is calm." Jia Daihua praised in his heart.

"Bukhara, just the old city."

King Liao laughed lightly and said, "Now that all the money and food in the treasury have been moved to Yujing City, what is the use of this city for them?"

"Your Highness, this is the old capital."

Jia Daihua said in a deep voice: "The remnants of Bukhara have not yet been exhausted. These people gathered in Bukhara just to regain the world."

"I understand." King Liao nodded, "They took advantage of winter, when the snow was falling, to act, and then guarded for several months to gather people's hearts."

Having said this, he became much more serious.

Although the Bukhara Khanate was unpopular and practiced a semi-serf system, ordinary Tatars did not understand that they were controlled by the nobles.

Attached to the nobles, they have always obeyed orders.

Therefore, when the nobles moved, the tribe also moved.

"Then what should we do, Your Highness?"

Jia Daihua continued to ask.

"Direct annihilation is definitely not possible. Attacking a city in the middle of winter is an act that will lead to death."

The King of Liao said solemnly: "From what I see, the food in Bukhara is only enough for the people of the city. If the nobles and tribes go to the city, it will inevitably lead to a shortage of money and food."

"At this time, just wait until it breaks down without any attack."

"Very good." Jia Daihua said with a smile: "This is the real soldier who conquers the enemy without fighting."

"However, Your Highness, the people of the Liao Kingdom are also your people. The Han people and the natives are one. If they are left alone, many people will starve to death in one winter."

"So, in my opinion, you can send a large army to camp outside Bukhara to hoard a large amount of food to help the people."

"And after learning that there is so much food, the rebellious people can't stay, they can only go out of the city to attack."

"A good idea!" King Liao clapped his hands and said with great joy, "In this way, we can take the initiative and win the hearts of the people. It's like killing two birds with one stone."

Seeing this, Jia Daihua showed a happy smile.

It seems that the King of Liao has already understood the essence.

I still have half a year's term in Liao, so I can rest assured.

When he thinks of Beijing city, as well as his wife and children at home, he can't help feeling hot in his heart.

After the two chatted for a long time, King Liao suddenly said, "Prime Minister, I think there is only one major conflict in Liao Kingdom."

"Where did you come from?"

"Peace religion."

The King of Liao said seriously: "Although the Peace Sect in the city is enlightened, many die-hards are deeply rooted."

"So much so that inside and outside the city, the sects began to split and each held their own opinions."

"After the rebellion in Bukhara is put down, it is imperative to reconcile the congregation and even reform the teachings."

"Your Highness, you should be cautious about this matter!" Jia Daihua said in a deep voice, with an extremely dignified expression.

"I know!" Zhu Cunheng said seriously: "I want to unite the priests inside and outside the city first, and then slowly plan them, choose the good ones and take them, and discard the bad ones."

Jia Daihua shook his head, seeing that he had made up his mind, he could only say: "If you have time to spare, Your Highness can come to Anxi."

……

At this time, the Mughal Empire, Delhi.

At this time, it was Aurangzeb who ruled the Mughal Empire. He was the grandson of Jahangir, the fourth monarch of the Mughal Empire, and the third son of Shah Jahan, the fifth monarch. Banu (Taj Mahal).

After killing his two elder brothers, he officially ascended the throne in 1659 under the name Alamgir, which means Lord of the World.

It is keen to expand its territory, and its territory is the prosperity of the empire.

At the same time, he was also a fanatical religious person who no longer implemented religious reconciliation but once again imposed non-peaceful religious taxes.

At this time, the priests from Bukhara came to the Mughal Empire in embarrassment to ask for help.

"What? Harm the believers?"

As a devout believer, Aurangzeb was furious. He waved his arms: "How dare Bukhara Khan do this? Isn't he afraid of the Lord's punishment?"

"Your Majesty, the demons from the East expelled Bukhara Khan, occupied Bukhara, enslaved millions of people, and tampered with religious principles..."

The priest proclaimed the crimes of the Liao king, and he burst into tears: "We are suffering unspeakably, and I only ask Your Majesty to save the banner of the Lord, believers!"

Aurangzeb was said to be so enthusiastic that he expanded northward under the banner of the Peace Religion, which was exactly what he wanted.

Once he succeeds, he will have great prestige in the entire Peace Sect world.

At this time, the prime minister on the side raised his eyebrows. He was afraid that His Majesty the King would act casually: "Your Majesty, the Yusuf Chai people in Afghanistan have robbed Zhuqi and committed evil crimes. Muhammad Amin Khan is suppressing it..."

"Afghanistan is Afghanistan, shall we ignore the faithful of Bukhara?"

Aurangzeb said angrily. At this time, he suddenly remembered the battle of Kandahar when he was young. He fought against Bukhara and the Safavid dynasty and lost Kandahar.