There were many officials sent by the Ministry of Rites. Yao Xianxian, the Minister of Rites, came here with several ministers and some unnamed officials.

But now Yao Xianzhi is sitting next to Li Yuan, warming the stove.

"I said, Old Man Yao, why don't you stand outside and wait for the Nanchu delegation to arrive, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Yao Xianzi and Li Yuan are old friends. As for the reason, of course they both like to drink. One is an old drunkard from Chang'an City, and the other is a young drunkard from Chang'an City. It is not surprising that they have become friends.

"His Royal Highness said this, I am old and cannot bear the cold wind."

Li Yuan stretched out his hand and touched Yao Zhixian's beard. The angry old man slapped Li Yuan's outstretched hand hard.

"Hey, old man Yao, I heard that not long ago, you drank a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Prime Minister Zhang's study. You didn't look like an old man at that time."

Having been exposed, Prophet Yao chuckled, put his hands close to the stove, and felt the warmth brought by the stove. Prophet Yao temporarily put the affairs of the Nanchu Mission behind his mind.

Lu Zhong took a chicken leg from Wang Yi and started eating it, completely ignoring his own image.

"Lord Yao seems to be very busy recently. I remember that His Majesty requested the ceremony for the canonization of Princess Taiping a few days ago. All the plans submitted by the Ministry of Rites were rejected by His Majesty. He said he was too stingy?"

As the saying goes, it's better to hit someone than to slap someone in the face. Lu Zhong's words undoubtedly slapped Yao Xianzi's face hard, but for a veteran like Yao Xianzi, he didn't care at all.

Yao Xianzi said with a smile: "Master Lu's words are wrong. It's just that the statement handed over by the Ministry of Rites took into account the actual situation of the Ming Dynasty's recent treasury and reduced various expenditures."

Lu Zhong chuckled and glanced at Wang Yi, who was sitting there wondering what he was thinking.

"Master Yao, if we are short of manpower, our Jin Yiwei will be happy to help."

Prophet Yao was a little confused about Lu Zhong's true intentions for a moment, but looking at the evil smile on Lu Zhong's face, he must be up to no good, but he accepted it on the surface.

"Easy to say, easy to say. I won't be polite to Jin Yiwei when the time comes. After all, we are all doing things for His Majesty."

Lu Zhong secretly cursed Yao Xianzhi, an old fox, for carrying out his majesty to prevent him from plotting. It was really shameless.

The two of them tacitly raised their wine glasses at the same time. After drinking the strong drink, the coldness on their bodies dissipated a lot.

After a while, someone came to report that the Nanchu mission was only ten miles away from here. Lu Zhong and Yao Xianxian looked at each other and ordered to go down. Everyone in the Jinyi Guard stood in line, extinguished the stoves and put them aside.

People are always ready to welcome the Nanchu delegation.

The heavy snow on the ground had long been cleared away by the soldiers guarding the city. Wang Yi stretched out, raised his hand, blocked the sun in the sky, and looked into the distance.

I saw a group of people suddenly appear between the sky and the earth. The leader was holding a flag with a gorgeous word "Chu" on it. There were about dozens of people in the group, marching towards this place in a mighty manner.

Prophet Yao tidied up his official uniform and found nothing wrong. He put his hands in his sleeves and waited quietly for the Nanchu envoy. Lu Zhong was not as formal as Prophet Yao. He had one hand on his waist and the other on Xiuchun's waist.

On the knife, looking at the Nanchu envoys in the horizon.

Li Yuan yawned and didn't even look at those people. He held a bottle of wine in his hand and continued to drink. He was just a prince and princess. He was not interested in them. Standing here now, he was completely in a fish-dragon suit.

for the sake of.

While he was talking, Nanchu's envoys arrived in front of him.

Yao Xianxian

He walked out first and shouted to the sergeant in front of the envoy: "My lords, do you know where the envoy is?"

Upon hearing this, the sergeant of the mission hurriedly dismounted his horse and returned the greeting to Prophet Yao: "Sir, I will ask my prince to come down right now."

After the sergeant finished speaking, he walked to the middle of the mission, where there was a magnificent carriage. A man slowly stepped out of the carriage. The man was wearing a white brocade robe and waved a folding fan in his hand.

Wang Yi couldn't help but sigh, what a good skin.

The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

"I have seen it, Mr. Yao."

When Prophet Yao saw the messenger, he lost his mind for a moment. When he heard the messenger's words, he suddenly woke up.

"I wonder who this messenger is?"

The visitor said softly: "Lord Yao, I rank third among the many princes in Southern Chu."

Prophet Yao suddenly realized that the prince mentioned in the certificate of credence was the third prince in front of him. He did not expect that he was so like a heavenly being.

The third prince of Southern Chu, Liu Qingling. There are many rumors about him. When he was young, he became famous in the literary circles of Southern Chu with his song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". At the age of fifteen, he wrote "Fourteen Strategies for Governing the Country", which was praised by the Emperor of Southern Chu.

A hundred years later, there was another great Chu Mingjun. The implication was that he wanted to pass the throne to him. Fortunately, many princes later jointly presented the memorial, and due to the opposition of the ministers in the court, the matter was abandoned and he was changed to the title of Dingtianhou. But Liu Qingling

His reputation and prestige have always stood at the pinnacle of Nanchu.

"I've seen a fixed weather."

Liu Qingling put away the folding fan in his hand, helped the Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty up, and smiled slightly, "You are so polite, Mr. Yao. We are here this time to attend the birthday of the Ming Emperor and express our feelings."

Yao Xianzi nodded, turned sideways, and made a gesture of invitation to Liu Qingling. Liu Qingling looked at the Chang'an city that was spread among the Southern Chu literary circles, took a deep breath, and then walked into Chang'an with Yao Xianzi

city.

Seeing this, everyone in the envoy behind them walked into Chang'an City together, led by the Jin Yiwei and the city guards.

Wang Yi looked at Li Yuan next to him, "Would you like to see the princess who hasn't shown up yet?"

Li Yuan put the wine bottle in his hand away from his waist, tilted his head, and thought for a while, "I won't go, it's pointless."

Wang Yi continued: "If you really don't want to go, look at Liu Qingling's appearance. The princess should be about the same, so you won't be tempted?"

Li Yuan tightened his brocade robe with his hands. The cold wind just blew by, making Li Yuan feel a little cold.

"What's the use? I'll go back home first. I guess my cousin will announce the news of my grandpa's death in the next few days. I'm afraid that my mother-in-law will be too sad when she knows the news."

Wang Yi sighed softly and waved his hand to Li Yuan, "Go ahead. When we get to the Honglu Temple Guild Hall later, I'll help you talk to Mr. Lu."

Li Yuan nodded, turned and left.

Wang Yi turned his head and continued to follow the delegation. Suddenly, Wang Yi's hairs stood up and he felt a chill on his back. Wang Yi frowned slightly and looked along with his feeling. Among the delegation, there was a young man looking at him.

, the smile on his face is very strange.

This young man is the Master Zhou who watched the battle between Wang Yi and Yan Qi with the Jiang family outside Tiannan Pass. However, Master Zhou recognized Wang Yi, but Wang Yi knew nothing about it.

Mr. Zhou noticed that Wang Yi was looking at him, nodded slightly, and then jumped into the carriage.

Wang Yi forcibly suppressed the doubts and uneasiness in his heart, followed the delegation, and escorted the delegation to the Honglu Temple Hall.

Chang'an City Imperial Study Room.

bright

The emperor was sitting on a chair at this time. A few wisps of smoke rose from the stove next to him. The room was quiet, except for Gao Lishi and Ming Huang.

"Lao Gao, tell me what I should do about Gu Kaizhi going to the clan mansion?"

Gao Lishi, with his hands in his sleeves and a head full of white hair, heard the Ming Emperor's question and replied: "Your Majesty, Gu Kaizhi is nothing to worry about."

Emperor Ming laughed wildly and slapped the chair under him with both hands, "Old Gao, Old Gao, you are the only one who can ignore Gu Kaizhi."

Gao Lishi smiled slightly and said nothing, but quietly watched Emperor Ming being happy.

After being happy, Emperor Ming leaned back on his chair alone, feeling a little tired. He was old, really old. In the past, he could talk to Xu Tiande about the art of war for a day and a night, and he could still go to the morning court.

When people get old, they like to reminisce and miss the past.

"Lao Gao, how is my grandson doing lately?"

Gao Lishi thought for a moment, bent down to Emperor Ming and said: "Your Majesty, the emperor's grandson has not yet been enlightened, so he has been living with the crown prince in the East Palace."

When Emperor Ming thought of his lovely grandson, the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously.

"How old are you this year?"

"Your Majesty, your grandson is four years old this year."

Emperor Ming said oh, and then there was silence.

Gao Lishi sighed slightly in his heart. He had followed His Majesty for many years and he knew him very well. His Majesty did not miss his grandson a little, but he just didn't know how to face the fourth prince, Li Mao, who quietly came to Chang'an City.

People often say that a tiger will not eat its children, but as a king, you must not do this. Sons kill their fathers, brothers kill their brothers, and countless human tragedies have been staged in this imperial city, and they have all happened in real life.

In the clan mansion, Gu Kaizhi stood with his hands behind his back. In front of him, Wu Yong finished his last punch.

Gu Kaizhi nodded, quite satisfied with Wu Yong's performance.

"Yes, since I have left all my boxing skills to you, I have to leave."

Wu Yong withdrew his fist, came to the old man, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed three times, "Thank you Master for your kindness in preaching."

Gu Kaizhi did not dodge, but stood still and accepted Wu Yong's etiquette. In the distance, Lord Zongzheng waited quietly with a young man wearing thin clothes.

Gu Kaizhi helped Wu Yong up, and then whispered to the young man not far away: "Li Mao. This is my apprentice, Wu Yong. From now on, he will stay by your side to protect your safety."

Gu Kaizhi turned around and said to Wu Yong: "Wu Yong, you are the third disciple I have accepted. Although I have not taught you boxing for a long time, today, the master will give you one of his two relatives.

, I hope you can protect him."

Wu Yong remained silent. He guessed the identity of the young man in front of him. He could enter and exit the clan house freely. He was wearing a python robe that he had worn for an unknown period of time. Everything fell into Wu Yong's eyes.

"Master, I only say that if one day Master knows that His Highness is dead, then Wu Yong must have died before His Highness."

After Wu Yong finished speaking, he knelt down to Li Mao and said, "Your Highness, Wu Yong will follow your Highness to the death."

Li Mao stood there, at a loss. Fortunately, Zong Zheng on the side whispered something in Li Mao's ear. After Li Mao heard it, he hurriedly helped Wu Yong up and stretched out his hand. The man fell to his knees.

The slave on the ground gently brushed away the dust on his clothes. Wu Yong's lips trembled slightly and he held Li Mao's arm tightly with both hands.
Chapter completed!