When old man Chen Jisheng discussed state affairs, he once said that a king should first rule with wisdom, secondly with benevolence, thirdly with faith, and thirdly with dignity.
Li Wanjiang is dignified and has good faith, but he is not very kind or wise.
Xiao Chen is not wise enough, nor is he as majestic as Li Wanjiang, but he is benevolent and trustworthy.
So it’s hard to say which one is better between Li Wanjiang and Li Wanjiang at the moment... But! Now Xiao Chen can already be compared with Li Wanjiang and compete with him!
The height has been reached.
"It would be great if everything in the world were so simple." Wanyan Pingqiu sighed, "It would be great if all people were as simple as you."
"Actually, I am not simple either. I am only like this to my friends. I am also harsh to my enemies." Xiao Chen said.
"The question is who is the enemy?" Wanyan Pingqiu left Xiao Chen speechless with just one sentence.
"Very good, very good. I'm very pleased to see that now Wanyan you can think about such profound issues." Xiao Chen patted Wanyan on the shoulder and sounded like an elder.
"Are you really not nervous or are you just pretending?" Wanyan Pingqiu opened Xiao Chen's hand and stared into his eyes.
"Half of it is true, and half of it is pretend." Xiao Chen sighed, "How can I say that our life is really tiring? Wanyan, when the situation in the north is completely stable, you really have to help me share the pressure.
Now, there are Wuluolan, Wen Huan, Hu Yanlei, you all don’t want to have any leisure time, you can’t always tire me out like a stupid boy!”
"Is this true or false?" Wanyan Pingqiu asked.
"Half is true, half is false..." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Just listen to it as if it's true."
"I really believe it, Xiao Chen, why do I always feel that your kid will leave us and run away and disappear one day?" The closer Wanyan Pingqiu gets to know Xiao Chen, the stronger this feeling becomes.
At first, I thought that Xiao Chen was very scheming and wanted to be the King of Yanyun or even the King of the North, but then I discovered that this boy was ambitious and had big plans, and even the entire Great Zhou Dynasty was under his guidance.
But later I found out that although this kid has aspirations for the world, he doesn't want to be a king... What the hell do you want to do?
This is a long story...
After staying in the small town for two days, Zuo Weipan's condition improved a little, and everyone continued on the road to the west. During this period, no changes occurred. News came from various places one after another. Everything was calm, and there were no signs of mobilization of the troops stationed in various places in Mojie.
Not long after arriving at Jiling City, Mojie's civil and military officials came out of the city to greet him. The city was paved with loess, lanterns were decorated, and the welcome ceremony was very grand.
He directly welcomed everyone to Wan Yanhong's palace. The gate of the palace was opened, and Wan Yanhong stood at the door to greet him personally. On the left were the princes and ministers, and on the right were the princes. When they saw Gong Shouli coming with the imperial edict in his hand, they immediately made a gesture to bow down.
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Xiao Chen watched with cold eyes, but saw that although Wan Yanhong had white beard and hair and an old face, he had a strong body, walked like a dragon and a tiger, and his eyes were bright and full of energy. He looked around and looked quite powerful.
"The old prince is exempt from the gift!" Gong Shouli shouted at the top of his voice, then slowly opened the imperial edict and began to read it dryly.
The content of the imperial edict is nothing more than some high-sounding polite words, full of enthusiasm, neat parallel prose, quotations from scriptures, and profound meanings. I don’t know which uncle of the Hanlin Academy wrote it? Anyway, at least more than half of the people present can’t understand it at all. Of course,
They all pretended to understand.
After Gong Shouli finished reciting the imperial edict, he stepped aside, and Zuo Weipan made a grand appearance. In the name of the Ministry of Rites, he delivered another speech with gorgeous words and extremely beautiful words, which was rare in the sky and unprecedented in the world.
none.
After finally finishing the recitation, before everyone could take a breath, they took out a gift list and recited it loudly... After reciting, he ordered people to take out the birthday gifts given by the emperor one by one, and asked Wanyanhong to look at them.
It's been a fucking hour and we haven't walked in yet, and everyone is just standing there in the cold wind, their faces all red from the cold, and their noses are sniffing and runny.
Xiao Chenxin said that it was a terrible miscalculation. If he had known it earlier, he would not have come with these two people. Even if he was a step late or a step early, he would not have suffered this fate!
To say that Zuo Weipan is a fool, he is so accommodating and has no understanding at all. What is the point of doing these complicated bullshit rituals on this cold day?
Even if you want to do it, let's go in and sit down warmly in the room before we do it, why don't we have to freeze outside?
After finally completing the ceremony, Wan Yanhong respectfully invited everyone to enter the palace. A grand banquet had already been held in the palace. There were about thirty tables. Many people attending the banquet came from Northern Xinjiang and the Western Regions.
The princes and princes of each tribe.
These people were basically indifferent to the Imperial Envoy of the Zhou Dynasty, but they were extremely enthusiastic towards Xiao Chen. They swarmed up and surrounded him, chatting, laughing, and asking for help, which invisibly left Gong Shouli and Zuo Weipan in the cold.
Gong Shouli was okay, but Zuo Wei was very unhappy when he saw him and his face was gloomy.
However, although Xiao Chen is very popular, his status is a bit embarrassing, because there is only one main table, and there are only eleven or two people sitting at the full table. So the question is, should Xiao Chen be invited to sit at the main table?
In terms of rank, Xiao Chen is a first-grade eunuch, and the second-grade Governor Yanyun, who is eight hundred serious, has a higher status than Gong Shouli and Zuo Weipan.
But Gong Shouli was Li Wanjiang's confidant, and he was also the most powerful eunuch in charge of rituals in the palace. His real status was higher than the governor Xiao Chen. It was said that he was on an equal footing with the six ministers.
Not to mention this, let’s just say that Gong Shouli’s status today is higher than Xiao Chen’s, because Xiao Chen only represents Yanyun County here, and Gong Shouli represents the emperor. As a proper imperial envoy, he naturally has to sit at the head of the main table, left
Wei Pan is the deputy imperial envoy, so he must also be the head table.
Then the other guests at the main table must be at the prince level. No matter how high Xiao Chen's rank is, you can't compare to his prince, right?
Moreover, there were already two people from Zhou Dynasty at the main table, so it would be a bit redundant for Xiao Chen to sit there...
But the problem is that among everyone present, Xiao Chen holds the heaviest weight, especially in Northern Xinjiang, where he is the proper protagonist!
It would be unjustifiable not to invite him to the main table.
This made Wan Yanliang, who was organizing the banquet, very embarrassed.
"Uncle Wanyan, Pingqiu and I are close friends. We should treat the old prince as juniors. If we sit at the same table, there will be a lot of inconvenience. Just find a table and sit at it." Xiao Chen didn't care;
It doesn’t matter who is at the head of the main table, because no matter where he sits, that’s the main table!
"Yes, yes, we are the seat mates of the juniors. Drinking is more casual. Xiao Chen comes and sits here!" Hu Yanlei couldn't help but pulled him directly to his table. He only has the status of a prince and is not qualified to be the head table.
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"This, this..." Wan Yanliang still felt something was wrong.