"Then I have to thank Mr. Yang." Ye Jinghong bowed his hand to Yang Bilou.

"Brother Ye, you're welcome."

Yang Bilou waved his hand, and then said to Du Ning: "Master Du, you will go to Juren Class 1 on time tomorrow. If you are late, don't blame me for punishing you."

"Yes, sir."

Du Ning bowed and agreed, feeling happy in his heart. This was based on the standards of a student of the Guoxue Palace, which meant that Du Ning could enjoy the same treatment as a student of the Guoxue Palace these days.

But in this way, I owe Ye Jinghong a big favor.

After all, that Qionghua brew is not that easy to make...

At this moment, Zhou Junlang suddenly said: "Mr. Baimei, you must not do it. Du Ning is not a student of the Guoxue Palace, how can he be allowed to attend classes in the Guoxue Palace? Isn't this a violation of the rules of the Guoxue Palace?"

"What? Are you unhappy?"

Jiang Xingtian rolled his eyes at Zhou Junlang, but didn't even give him a good wink.

They have already drank Ye Jinghong’s good wine. If Zhou Junlang said this, wouldn’t it be a slap in his old face?

Besides, he just drank other people's wine and didn't accept money from others. Even if the news spread, Jiang Xingtian wouldn't feel ashamed.

Under the semi-saint, I have the final say!

"You..."

Zhou Junlang was very angry, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he had to give up.

Then he looked at Du Ning, with a bit of evil in his eyes.

"How dare you question Duke Baimei? I'm afraid he is not a member of the Wise King Party."

Du Ning analyzed this in his mind. If Zhou Junlang just expressed his objections, why would he look at himself in that way? This can't help but make people suspicious.

Ye Jinghong said to Zhou Junlang contemptuously: "Old Zhou, it's none of your business, just stop farting here, do you understand?"

"Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

"It's an insult to politeness!"

Zhou Junlang's face turned green and red. He simply couldn't stand Ye Jinghong's insult. However, Ye Jinghong had more seniority in the Guoxue Palace than him, so it was hard for him to accuse him.

Jiang Xingtian said to everyone in a slightly warning tone: "As long as you know this in your heart, if anyone dares to speak ill of me behind my back, don't blame me for being rude to him."

"Brother Jiang, don't worry, we won't just talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes, please do as you please."

"We saw nothing."

The other people just behaved, but no one dared to say anything bad about Jiang Xingtian.

Jiang Xingtian nodded with satisfaction.

Ye Jinghong whispered to Du Ning: "This Mr. Yang is my good friend in the Chinese Academy of Sciences. If you have any difficulties during this period, just go to him. He has caused me trouble before, so you don't need to

That’s too polite.”

"Students understand."

Du Ning was grateful in his heart. Ye Jinghong had such good connections in the Guoxue Palace, so he would be very safe in the Guoxue Palace.

In this way, Du Ning temporarily settled down in the Guoxue Palace.

Ye Jinghong entrusted some matters to Yang Bilou, and then he left the Guoxue Palace and returned to Suzhou Literary Academy.

…………

The grassland tribe came to Yun Dynasty to envoy Yun Chao. They entered the imperial city under the reception of officials from the Ministry of Rites and hosted a luncheon in the "Qionghua Hall".

Except for the lack of singing and dancing to add to the fun, the etiquette department did a good job in other aspects of etiquette.

The main ambassador who came on behalf of the grassland tribe was a young man less than thirty years old, the fifth prince of the grassland tribe's Khan Huchiyan - Huchiyou.

"Bang!"

Hu Chiyou suddenly threw the wine glass hard on the wine table and said impatiently: "Am I waiting for the prairie people to come all the way just to eat a meal from your Yun Dynasty? How can we have fun without music, singing and dancing?" <

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"We want to hear singing! We want to watch dancing!"

"Could it be that this is the way you treat guests in Yun Dynasty!"

Other prairie people also followed suit and protested.

Song Jingtang, the Minister of Rites, said: "Your Highness Huchi, it has been less than a hundred days since the death of our late emperor. The etiquette of this dynasty prohibits having fun during this period. Please forgive me for my neglect."

"I don't care about your court etiquette, but without singing and dancing to entertain you, the food and wine are really hard to swallow," Hu Chiyou said angrily.

"I am also acting in accordance with our country's regulations. Please bear with me, Your Highness."

Song Jingtang bowed his hands and apologized.

"What if I, the prince, must sing and dance to entertain me?" Hu Chiyou said in a deep tone.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became much colder.

"Excuse me, Your Highness Huchi, are you here to be a guest in my Yun Dynasty, or are you here to destroy my ancestors' etiquette?" Song Jingtang asked calmly.

Hu Chiyou choked up immediately. If he had answered that he was a guest, Song Jingtang would have said, "The guest does as he pleases."

If he insists on asking for songs and dances to entertain, he will be breaking the ancestral etiquette of the Yun Kingdom. The Ministry of Rites can refuse to receive the grassland people and will send people to escort them back to the Western Regions.

This will be a great shame for the grassland people to establish diplomatic relations.

Hu Chiyou thought for a while, and after weighing the balance, he did not continue to embarrass Song Jingtang, and forced a smile and said: "Master Song's words are serious, since the etiquette of the Yun Dynasty is like this, we should respect it to show our respect for Emperor Jingwen.

”

"Thank you, Your Highness, for including me." Song Jingtang smiled.

Huchi Youwei smiled and said: "I heard that after Emperor Jingwen passed away, he passed the throne to the youngest fourteenth prince. I am curious in my heart. Emperor Jingwen had so many talented sons, so he didn't pass the throne to one of them.

, how could it be passed down to the current little emperor? Is there no one among the kings who can compare with their youngest brother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officials of the Ministry of Rites changed their expressions.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

If Hu Chiyou's words spread, it will definitely make the princes feel disgusted with Emperor Hongxuan, and it is more likely to encourage some princes to take risks and do some ridiculous things.

This sentence was so destructive that even officials from the Ministry of Rites dared not utter it.

After Song Jingtang's expression changed several times, he slowly said: "Going to the Yun Kingdom as an envoy is an important mission, and there are many sons of grassland Khans. Why do you just entrust such an important task to your Highness? May I ask this?

Does this mean that the Khan of the grassland tribe values ​​you as a prince more in his heart?"

The officials of the Ministry of Rites applauded in their hearts. Song Jingtang's rhetorical question was tit-for-tat and did not insult the style of a great country.

Hu Chiyou's face showed an angry look. If others don't know, doesn't he himself know how he is treated in the grassland tribe?

It is precisely because he has the least status among the princes that Hu Chiyou volunteered to go to Yun Dynasty on behalf of the grassland tribe.

As long as things are done well, he will definitely gain the respect of his father and make him stand out among the princes.

Song Jingtang must have known this information, so he asked a rhetorical question tactfully, leaving Hu Chiyou even more speechless.

"I have seen the quarrels and quarrels of scholars today."

Hu Chiyou shut his mouth. The two sentences he said were rejected by Song Jingtang. He was indeed the Minister of Rites.

If you don’t have any eloquence, you will easily be humiliated by others without realizing it when it comes to establishing diplomatic relations.

Hu Chiyou knew that if he continued to get entangled, he would be humiliating himself and he would lose the national identity of the grassland tribe.

Therefore, Hu Chiyou will stop talking.

But after the Jinluan Palace tomorrow morning, he will definitely find this place back.

…………

Night.

Prince Xian’s Mansion.

At this time, the Eight Wise Kings returned to their mansion to rest after a busy day.

Not long after, the housekeeper came over and said, "Your Majesty, Master Zhou Junlang from the Guoxue Palace is here to visit."

"Why did Mr. Zhou suddenly come at this time?"

The wise king's face changed slightly, thinking that there might be something important, and then said: "Invite him in."

"Yes."

The butler took the order and left.

After a while, Zhou Junlang walked in.

"Zhou has met the Eighth Prince." Zhou Junlang said politely.

"You're welcome, sir, please sit down!"
To be continued...