Winter is still the same winter, and the trees are the same as those, but the people walking under the trees are no longer alone.

Zhang Qian had the right bet, and Zhang Ruoxu's daughter Zhang Qingheng already knew the agreement between him and her cousin. So, he helped spread the news as soon as possible. So, threading needles, leading threads, making an appointment, and a chance encounter, and a series of subsequent progress came naturally.

"Do you have no regrets at all when you use Brother Zhao? Maybe the emperor is going to marry a princess for you?" Yang Qingqing turned his head and asked with a smile. The sun shone through the sparse branches on the ruby ​​shaking, lit a ball of beating flames.

"How is that possible!" Zhang Qian didn't think about it and immediately shook his head, "I don't even know what the princess looks like, let alone what kind of temperament she is! Only when you get married blindly and mutely will you really regret it in the future!"

"What if the princess is a peerless beauty? She is also very gentle and considerate?" Yang Qing frowned slightly and continued to ask with a smile, as if she was talking about something completely unrelated to her.

The sunlight above my head was blocked by the treetops, and the north wind blowing behind me suddenly became a little cold. Only the flames on the ruby ​​and the girl's smile were still as bright as before.

In an instant, Zhang Qian felt a hint of chill, stopped and shook his head decisively: "That's not my business. I already have you, how could I have another place to pretend to be someone else in my heart!"

This sentence was a bit too straightforward even in the bold Tang Dynasty. Suddenly, Yang Qingqing was ashamed to the point of being ashamed as a peach blossom. She quickly turned her head aside, not daring to look at Zhang Qian's eyes again, and her steps accelerated in panic.

Zhang Qian lacked experience in love and thought he was not sincere enough. He quickly stepped over and added solemnly: "I'm not lying to lie to you. When I saw you at first sight, I had your shadow in my heart. From now on, whether others are beautiful or gentle, they will pass by. If you don't believe me, I can swear..."

As he spoke, he quickly raised his right hand. When the ruby ​​girl Yang Qingqing saw him, she quickly grabbed his finger and pressed it down, "No! I believe, I believe. Don't swear, you just beat a monk yesterday and your face was swollen. If you are really hated by the gods..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that she had taken the initiative to grab Zhang Qian's hand. She hurriedly let go of her hand and turned her face aside again.

"Monk cannot represent God!" Zhang Qian smiled and shook his head indifferently. Then, he turned his gaze to his fingers and vaguely felt a ray of tenderness. He wanted to lean over and let the other party hold it again, but he was afraid that this move would be too abrupt. His smile suddenly became a little stupid, and there was a hint of unconcealable desire in his eyes.

Yang Qingqing didn't dare to look at him again, and while tilting his head, he continued to move forward with concern: "Although your Mo family does not believe in ghosts and gods, it is better not to provoke monks. Those people have already formed a sect in the Tang Dynasty. I don't know how many great officials and nobles are colluding behind them. Although your career is going smoothly, you are just one person after all."

"It's just that the soldiers come and stop them. The more you accommodate him, the more he will be more aggressive." If you don't want the other party to worry about him, Zhang Qian smiled and shook his head gently. "Besides, I'm not alone. No matter how powerful the monk is, he is not capable of fighting with the court at the moment. I had a few words yesterday, which were deliberately said to the world. As long as it can spread, the monk and his accomplices behind him must consider it."

"What are you saying? What else did you say when you hit the monk yesterday?" Yang Qingqing's attention was immediately tilted by his words. She turned her head and asked with her big watery eyes.

Zhang Qian smiled and recalled yesterday's words, and truthfully repeated: "I said, Zhang is a fifth-rank official in the court. If even your family is taken away by you, where is the demeanor of the court? This world is the saint, and it is not the bald ones of you! Don't say that you bald ones of thieves can't control the blessings of reincarnation. Even if you can control it, it should be that the affairs of the world belong to the court, and the affairs of ghosts and gods belong to the gods and Buddhas. No matter what sutra you recite or what teaching you believe in, don't think you can stretch your hands too long!"

"Good sentence, the affairs of the world belong to the court, and the affairs of ghosts and gods belong to the gods and Buddhas!" A trace of worship suddenly surged in Yang Qingqing's eyes, stopped and gently stroked her palms. "When Brother Zhao said this, he directly drew the boundary between the monk and the court. If this words had appeared a few years ago..."

Shaking her head gently, she rejected her assumptions. A few years ago, Zhang Qian was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he didn't come from a family of ministers. How could anyone listen to his words?

"I have asked someone to help polish the memorials and find a way to send these words into the palace. Even if the emperor cannot see them, Xiao Pushe and the others can take the time to scan their eyes. They are all famous people at the moment, and they should know that my words are beneficial to the Tang Dynasty without any harm." In front of his sweetheart, Zhang Qian did not dare to act too incompetent, so hesitated for a moment, and then added in a low voice.

God returns to God, Caesar returns to Caesar, is another time and space Europe. After a long night of theocracy, the truth was understood from the pile of corpses. From then on, the boundaries between religion and secular regime were gradually clarified, and the birth of modern politics and modern science was led.

Although the Tang Dynasty in this time and space was far less severe than that in the European Union in another time and space, the proliferation of temples and monks has also overwhelmed the country. Therefore, Zhang Qian believed that he would change his appearance and launch the stone of "God Returns to God, Caesar Returns to Caesar", which would definitely resonate in the hearts of those with knowledge!

"After I go back, I will find a way to submit your memorial to my grandfather." I don't know what others are doing. Obviously, Yang Qingqing resonated with Zhang Qian's words in her heart. She made a low promise without even thinking about it.

"Your grandfather?" Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the other party's grandfather was also one of the top leaders in the court. He quickly waved his hand and emphasized embarrassedly, "I'd better not want it. I'll take such great effort to ask you out, but I don't want you to help do these things!"

"I know!" Yang Qingqing glanced at him and nodded slightly. "When you asked me, the monk hadn't come to your house to make trouble. Brother Zhao, you asked me out because you wanted to tell me in person that the junior sister was fake, but the three-year agreement was true, right?"

Even though she knew that the answer was like this, she felt unreasonable after she finished speaking. She blushed and lowered her head, not daring to meet Zhang Qian's eyes again.

"Yes!" Zhang Qian's heart was filled with pride and courage. He took a step and gently grabbed the finger of the ruby ​​girl Yang Qingqing, "Junior sister is fake, but the three-year agreement is true! Since she has promised, she will never regret it."

"Brother Zhang!" Yang Qing replied with a light call, his face was red and almost bleeding, but his eyebrows were filled with happiness.

Zhang Qian subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand, but as soon as he had reacted, he felt the other person's fingers squeezing over. In an instant, he had a clear understanding and held his hand tightly again.

Some words are no longer needed. If you say them, they seem redundant and verbose.

Her trembling arms and firm movements had told him everything.

Because she often rides a horse, some places in her index finger, middle finger and ring finger are worn hard. They must not be described as "tender". However, this hardness only makes Zhang Qian feel a little more confident about the future of the two people.

Because she has been fiddling with sulfur, saltpeter, charcoal and other substances recently, her fingers and the skin on the inner surface of her palms were as thick as a craftsman. However, this thick skin made her feel more safe.

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"Don't worry, within three years, even if Tubo does not provoke a war, I will definitely be able to rescue you from the marriage team!" After a long time, when the heartbeats of both of them slowly returned to peace, Zhang Qian looked into the ruby ​​girl's eyes and made a great promise.

"Yeah!" she responded softly, looking up at his eyes, and a ball of flame was beating beside each of her ears.
Chapter completed!