Xu Jin did not lie. He did ask the mansion to inform the mansion to prepare lunch. When he led Yongfu and Yongchun into the door, Xie Xiaowan, Fei Ruyi and Fei Jixiang welcomed him warmly. After everyone sat down, the sumptuous lunch was delivered and everyone started to have a meal.

The girls were already familiar with each other, and they were sympathetic to Princess Yongfu's experience, so they were particularly enthusiastic and kept asking about their well-being. Princess Yongfu seemed to be interested in catering to the girls, so the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious. The women chatted so much that our Princess Jingguo became a redundant person. However, the room was full of beauties, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, and the sound of orioles were all enjoyable, both visually and hearing.

After the meal, the girls sat in the main room and talked about their own things between their daughters' houses. Xu Jin returned to the room for a half hour, then set off for the Ministry of Works, preparing to find someone to renovate the Marquis of Wuding.

When Xu Jin walked calmly into the Six Ministry Courtyards, he happened to meet Song Fangxing, the young minister of the Honglu Temple, leading a group of people by. The group of people dressed very differently from the Han people. The heads were full of beards, tall and tough, and arrogant. The followers were both men and women. The men had big arms and round waists, and they all held their heads and chests with their chests. The women had beautiful faces and slim figures. They looked more like Han people. However, the smell of sheep emitted by these people could be smelled from afar.

Xu Jin's heart moved and shouted, "Sir Song stay!"

Song Fangxing stopped and followed the reputation. When he saw that it was Xu Jin, Duke Jingguo, he instantly changed into a smile, ran to the front of him, and said in a pleasing manner: "Oh, what wind has blown you from Duke Jingguo?"

Although Xu Jin is no longer in power, the status of the Duke of the Kingdom is respected. The key is that the emperor often runs to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. It can be seen that Xu Jin is still deeply loved by the saints. How dare Song Fangxing, a fifth-ranked Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple, dare to neglect?

Xu Jin glanced at the team of people in the distance, frowned and asked, "Who are these?"

Song Fangxing's expression immediately became wonderful and said with a smile: "Go back to Duke Jingguo, they are envoys sent by Tatar Khan Dalaisun to ask for help. Hehe, now the Tatars are killing each other, and Dalaisun is no match for Altan, so he has to pay tribute to our Ming Dynasty for help. It is the feng shui that changes in turn!"

"Seeking help? Why does my country's Duke look like he is here to collect debts?" Xu Jin said with a playful look.

Song Fangxing laughed dryly and said, "That...the Tartars are all vulgar savages, they don't know etiquette, so the prince doesn't have to be as knowledgeable as them."

Xu Jin couldn't help but sneer. These Tartars were not ignorant, but were proud. However, this is no wonder that since the "Ren Xuan Governance", the Ming Dynasty has changed from attack to defense, and its national strength has begun to decline from prosperity. After the "Tumu Fort Incident", the Ming Dynasty had only passively beaten and could only rely on the city wall to protect itself.

During the battle of Tumu Fort, even the emperor was captured by others. Last year, Altan siegeed the city and almost captured the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, in the eyes of the Tatars, the Ming Dynasty was just a weak fat sheep. They looked down on the Ming Dynasty and the Ming army from the bottom of their hearts, even if they have to ask for help from the Ming Dynasty now!

"Give them the worst accommodation, don't provide food, you can eat and drink, and let them pay the money." Xu Jin said lightly.

Song Fangxing was startled and said embarrassedly: "As the saying goes, "You are a guest, let alone an envoy of a country. This is not good, and this will also lose the dignity of my Ming Dynasty."

As the saying goes, diplomacy is nothing small, Song Fangxing is just a small fifth-rank Shaoqing, and he dare not do anything. The key is that although Xu Jin, the Duke of China respects, he has no real power and is useless. How can he listen to him? He can flatter him verbally, and others are not indifferent.

Xu Jin's face darkened and said coldly: "What is decent? Slapping a swollen face is not decent, it is a desperate need to be faced. Decent is only a strong person. Since the other party is here to ask for help, he must look like asking for help. On the territory of my Ming Dynasty, it is a snake that needs to be swayed and a tiger that needs to be lying down. Less nonsense, just do what my country's grandfather said!"

Xu Jin has experienced many battles and has long held the power of life and death. He is usually polite. Everyone only thinks that he is a gentle scholar, but once he gets angry, he will exude a murderous aura that seems to be substantial.

Song Fangxing felt the pressure of overwhelming waves towards him, and he couldn't help but feel scared and sweating profusely, and said quickly: "Prince, please calm down, and the emperor obeys the order."

Xu Jin nodded and said, "Go, if Xie Siwei asks, he will say it is the public relations department of his country."

Xie Siwei was the Minister of the Honglu Temple, also known as the immediate superior of the Shaoqing Song Fangxing, who was equivalent to the current Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Song Fangxing was so proud that he bowed to Xu Jin and respectfully retreated, and took the group of Tatars to the Honglu Temple. [Noun Novel www.downxt.net]

After Xu Jin finished his power, he dusted his sleeves and was about to walk towards the work department, but two light coughs came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw an official wearing a crimson official robe standing several feet away, looking exhausted, and it turned out to be Wang Shouren.

Xu Jin was stunned for a moment, then was overjoyed, and quickly walked forward and bowed, "When will the prince return to Beijing?"

A hint of warmth appeared in Wang Shouren's eyes and smiled: "I entered the city with the Tatar envoy. Just now, Duke Yasukuni was so majestic!"

Xu Jin secretly knelt down and said, "It makes the prince laugh."

Wang Shouren held his right hand and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, "Shi Gong said, "The barbarians are beasts, they fear power but do not have virtue. Ziqian, you did it right."

Wang Shouren said and coughed twice again. Xu Jin looked at Lao Wang with a dark face and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He asked with concern: "The prince seems to be in poor health!"

Wang Shouren smiled and said, "It's an old problem, it's not a problem. How many years should I last."

Xu Jin sighed inwardly. In my memory, Lao Wang seemed to die of illness on his way to fight the rebellion after successfully suppressing the rebellion. Could it be that this time Guangxi suppressed the rebellion?

"When will the prince set out for Guangxi?" Xu Jin asked.

Wang Shouren replied: "The emperor has already allowed the minister to go back to his hometown in Shaoxing, so I will leave tomorrow, go to Zhejiang, and then go south to Guangdong and Guangxi."

Xu Jin nodded and said, "The north wind blows, and it is just right to walk on the sea. In this way, I wish the prince and the horse will succeed and the rebellion will be quelled as soon as possible. Then, I will welcome the prince and the prince in the capital."

Wang Shouren smiled: "Let's say auspicious words to Chengziqian!"

Xu Jin opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Wang Shouren's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Zi Qian may say something directly."

Xu Jin naturally couldn't say directly, Lao Wang, you may not be able to come back this time and will die in a foreign land, so he could only say tactfully: "The prince is in poor health. In fact, I don't recommend that you lead the army with illness."

Wang Shouren was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "It's okay, this old problem of my official has always been like this. It's no big deal. I have to do more while I can still do it, otherwise I'll close my eyes and have nothing to do if I want to do it!"

Xu Jin couldn't persuade him again after hearing this!

Wang Shouren stretched out his hand and patted Xu Jin on the shoulder, and said deeply: "Ziqian, the south is just a scabies, and my old man can handle it. However, the great troubles of the Ming Dynasty are in the north, and you can only rely on you young people. I hope you will be born at the right time, so take care of it!"

After Wang Shouren said that, he turned around and walked with great strides. Looking at Lao Wang's thin and tall back, Xu Jin suddenly felt a touched with tears in his eyes!
Chapter completed!