Fusang's credentials traveled across the ocean and came to the Ming Dynasty.
The Japanese Kingdom... no, it should be called the Fusang Kingdom now, and the envoy who came to hand over his credentials was none other than Sun Changhe's eldest disciple Cen Guangyao.
Ever since he followed Sun Changhe to Fusang, this man has taken to Fusang like a fish in water. He has been appointed as the Minister of Rites of Fusang and is a very popular minister.
When Zhu Qizhen saw the credentials, he did not show surprise or anger, but threw them aside.
"Return the certificate of credence? Who collected this thing and who is going to solve it!"
Jin Ying quickly replied: "I understand."
Cen Guangyao stayed at Honglu Temple and waited around, but was never summoned, so he went to the Ministry of Rites in person and asked for an explanation.
Zhang Yi, the Minister of Rites, saw Cen Guangyao and looked confused: "Who are you?"
Such an answer made Cen Guangyao secretly unhappy. I used to be unknown, so you didn't know me, but now I am also the Minister of Rites. We are on an equal footing, so why should we be so humiliated?
"Cen Guangyao, Minister of Rites of the Fusang Empire, has met Mr. Zhang!"
"Fuso Country?"
Zhang Yi burst into laughter and said: "It's really ridiculous that a small country has a minister of rites!"
"How dare you...hum!"
Cen Guangyao tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, flicked his sleeves and said: "I want to see your Emperor, and please make arrangements as soon as possible, Mr. Zhang!"
"Our Emperor?"
"I am a minister of Fusang. Is there any problem with calling Your Majesty this way?"
Zhang Yi felt angry and funny, and said: "You are willing to be the dog of the Japanese country, but now you don't even recognize your ancestors?"
Cen Guangyao lowered his face and said slowly: "You and I are both heavenly officials of the Ministry of Rites. We should have an equal dialogue today. Master Zhang is so rude. Aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you?"
"What do you think you are?"
Zhang Yi didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, and said impatiently: "Someone, get this barking dog out of here!"
Cen Guangyao said angrily: "Zhang Yi, I represent the Fusang Empire, how dare you..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a bang, and a guard stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked him out.
Cen Guangyao fell and his head was bleeding. He struggled to get up and cursed: "How dare you..."
boom!
With another kick, Cen Guangyao flew out again, feeling dizzy and surrounded by little stars.
Immediately afterwards, two more guards came over, grabbed Cen Guangyao, and carried him out.
Zhang Yi snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You bitch, you really don't know what your last name is!"
Cen Guangyao lay on the ground, feeling like all the bones in his body were falling apart.
After a long time, he slowly got up and returned to Honglu Temple with all his strength.
Unexpectedly, the guards of Honglu Temple stopped him from entering.
"Step aside!"
"roll!"
"What did you say?"
"Master Si Qing said that you are not welcome here, so you should get out!"
Cen Guangyao's face turned pale and he asked, "What's your name?"
The other party lowered his eyes and replied: "Murong Tiezhu, the great Han general of the Imperial Guard."
"Murong Tiezhu? Do you know who I am?"
"I know, you're a bitch who thinks thieves are your father!"
"You... are brave, I am the Minister of Rites of Fuso..."
Murong Tiezhu took a step forward: "Believe it or not, I will beat you?"
Cen Guangyao's face couldn't help but twitch, he subconsciously took two steps back, and then said: "The collapse of rituals and music is a sign of the destruction of the country!"
"Oh, you damn..."
Murong Tiezhu drew out his sword and prepared to strike.
Cen Guangyao was so frightened that he backed away and said, "Don't come over here. I am the Minister of Rites of Fuso. If anything happens to me and triggers a war between the two countries, you will be a sinner forever!"
"Fuck you!"
The more Murong Tiezhu listened, the angrier he became, and he chased after him with a knife in hand.
Cen Guangyao was limping and unable to run away. He was caught up and severely beaten.
"Return to the Minister of Rites, bah!"
After Murong Tiezhu finished beating the person, he spat on the ground, then returned to the gate of Honglu Temple and continued to guard.
Yang Shan, the minister of Honglu Temple, walked out slowly and asked, "Is the person gone?"
Murong Tiezhu turned around, cupped his fists and saluted: "Back to Mr. Yang, I humbly drove that bitch away."
Yang Shan snorted coldly and said, "If I had known that this person had bad intentions, I would never have even taken a step through the gate of Honglu Temple."
"Who says it's not the case? If not for your special instructions, I would have just beaten him to death."
"It's just a dog. There is no need to be familiar with him. Just wait and see. The Academy of Sciences has gone to sea. It is said that it has brought new gadgets and will conquer the Japanese country!"
I don’t know how long it took, but Cen Guangyao got up unsteadily.
He was beaten twice in succession, his body was covered with wounds, his head was smashed and it was still bleeding.
"Okay, okay, Ming Dynasty is known as a country of etiquette, but it treats friendly envoys so brutally, just wait for me!"
It was already dark at this time, and Honglu Temple was not allowed to enter. He had no friends in the capital, and even if he had, they would go out to sea with him.
It's getting late, so I'd better find an inn to stay at.
However, when I felt that there was nothing on my body, I remembered that all the money was in my suitcase, and the suitcase was placed at Honglu Temple.
I was determined to go back and get it, but when I thought of the fierce-looking Murong Tiezhu, I suddenly got scared.
After thinking about it, I found that there is another classmate who is a new scholar and serves in the Hanlin Academy. Recently, he has invited me as a guest several times through letters.
Thinking about it, I am already different from what I used to be. I feel very proud to have become the Minister of Rites of Fusang Kingdom.
Cen Guangyao relied on his memory to find the address in the letter.
"Who?"
"Brother Zijian, it's me!"
The door opened, and a man in his thirties walked out, looking up and down.
"Brother Zijian, I am Cen Guangyao, don't you remember me?"
"Yes, is it...you?"
"It's me. I've been on a mission to your country recently. I thought of a gentleman's appointment with Brother Zijian, so I came to talk..."
"You should leave quickly!"
Before Cen Guangyao finished speaking, the other party suddenly dropped a sentence and closed the door.
"Brother Zijian, don't you remember me?"
The other party replied through the door: "Brother Guangyao, please leave quickly. If anyone finds out that I met you, they will laugh out loud."
Cen Guangyao asked in confusion: "Brother Zijian, why did you say this?"
"I originally thought that you were spreading Confucianism in the Japanese country and standing up for the saints, but I didn't expect that you were carrying out a coup and establishing your own country and emperor. You wanted to be on an equal footing with our heavenly dynasty. You forgot your ancestors and were so ambitious. It's really despicable. Go back and give me some advice.
Your master, immediately issue an edict to abolish the title of the country and the emperor, and offer a surrender. You can still save your life, otherwise it will be too late to regret!"
"I am the Minister of Rites of Fuso, and I have come to submit my credentials to His Majesty the Ming Emperor. This is a communication between countries. Why did Brother Zijian say this?"
"That's it. From now on, you and I are strangers. You can go!"
"Brother Zijian, as a disciple of a saint, don't you know that the Ming Emperor has already gone astray and deviated from the saint's original intention?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will report you to the police!"
"If the rites and music are broken, the country will be ruined!"
Cen Guangyao was so angry that he turned and left without saying a word.