Fu Bi could show a sincere smile to Dong Xiang, and Zhao Xi could do the same.
In fact, in Zhao Xi's heart, there is no such thing as a foreign race or a foreign race. It's just that in order to adapt to the times, some things have to be done. Therefore, when meeting Dong Xiang, he was sincere and sincere from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, this is also because Dong Xiang is accepting his reward, rather than because he needs to bow to Dong Xiang.
The moment Zhao Xi knelt down at Dong Xiang...
"Why is this so!"
It felt like Guan Jia was really sincere, and even this statement was full of apology.
Zhao Xi hurriedly came down from the steps, holding up Dong Xiang's arms with both hands: "Qinghai Marquis, there is no etiquette of kneeling down in the country, so it would be rude of me."
As soon as he helped Dong Felt up, Zhao Xi quickly turned around and said to the tribal leaders: "Everyone, please get up quickly. We are all ministers of the Song Dynasty. We have never said anything about kneeling down!"
The officials really surprised the courtiers. They were so at ease and considerate of everything, and their approach to treating surrendered ministers was even more suitable for the current situation than the method set by the Ministry of Rites.
Even Gui Zhang, who had always had a sullen face, relaxed his frown at this time. Indeed, the courtesy given by the Song State was enough. As long as Ah Zeng was not discriminated against, why did Gui Zhang need to continue to struggle...
··The matter has come to this, and there is nothing we can do to change it!
"You have been traveling all this time, so I won't bother with those red tapes. Please wash up first, then go through the procedures, and then drink and chat!"
These granted Tubo people were very happy at the official's words, but they stunned the officials in the court, especially the officials of the Ministry of Rites, who didn't know whether the next step should be to follow the rules.
"According to the officials."
Fu Bi softly told the Minister of Rites... At this time, you must not argue with the officials or let outsiders laugh. The key is that this is a slight to foreigners, and there is no need for ministers to disobey the officials because of this.
In fact, to truly understand the Tubo people, there should be no one in the court who is more familiar with the habits of the Tubo people than Zhao Xi. In doing so, Zhao Xi made the Tubo people feel closer to him instead of being indifferent.
People living on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, because of the bright environment, do not pay attention to details when doing things, and are accustomed to a bright approach.
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"Although there are so many wine jars on display, the real good wine is the smallest jar in front of you. I'm not stingy, this is the first time I made wine when I was still in the East Palace. It is the real age.
Old wine."
The meeting hall of the Qinzheng Hall has now been set up to host banquets for the Tubo tribe. Zhao Xi is still high above the imperial echelons, chatting happily.
"Does Your Majesty make wine himself?"
At this time, Dong Fei seemed to have accepted the status of a courtier, and he also spoke with the attitude of a courtier.
"The Marquis of Qinghai doesn't know something. The method of steaming wine in the imperial dynasty came from the hands of officials. Even the old ministers have never drunk such aged wine, but today they are blessed by the Marquis of Qinghai!"
So far, Fu Bi is quite good at setting off the atmosphere. Isn't it just to promote Dong Zang? Isn't it just to make these Tibetan people feel at home? It's easy to say.
"Mr. Qinghai, don't you think that I am an emperor who is indifferent to grains, industrious and hardworking, right? If a person doesn't move, he will be like a war horse raised in a pen. In the end, he will be wasted."
"My dear ministers, drink victoriously!"
Drinking to win is the way to cheer at this time. In fact, for Zhao Xi, he prefers to say: "Done!" That would be more satisfying.
People living on the northwest plateau, in such a bitter and cold environment, seem to have no resistance to strong alcohol. Maybe they use alcohol to drown their sorrows. Anyway, a banquet according to regulations was deliberately created by Zhao Xi and Fu Bi.
In such an atmosphere, these Tubo people completely let down their guard. In the end, everyone got drunk...
In the next few days, after the imperial court's grand award, the cabinet and Zhao Xi forgot about this so-called Qinghai Marquis. They gave way to the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Industry and assigned them residences as an example...
"We will be war horses raised in a pen from now on!"
Dong Zhan knew that he had nothing to do. Because the Song Dynasty had sent all the money and food for a year, which was far more than his income from being the leader of Tubo. The official in charge of sending money and food said that this was Qinghai Marquis's income according to regulations.
Follow one year's salary.
Since his father's generation, Qingtang has been receiving enfeoffments from the Song State. However, this is the first time that he has officially received a salary from the Song State... How meaningful!
"Azhan, let's go out for a walk."
"Return to what? We are being held captive."
"A'zhan, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty said that in Bianliang, we are the Marquis of Qinghai and enjoy the treatment of a marquis. I want to see if what he said is true. A'zhan, if you want to leave, Guizhang will accompany you!"
Gui Zhang was very determined. Dong Xiang looked at Gui Zhang and knew that this friend who had been playing since childhood really had such an idea.
But leaving? How to leave? He didn't believe that the Song Dynasty really ignored him. How many of the servants sent to serve him were craftsmen?
After thinking about it, Dong Xiang still put down the wine glass in his hand. He didn't know whether he wanted to try it too, or because he was worried that Gui Zhang would take the risk. Anyway, there was no one else but the mansion.
The first difference was that I thought the servants would ask what those servants were supposed to be doing. It was just that the driver of the carriage had prepared the carriage in advance.
"Who controls you?"
Dong Felt asked the driver of the carriage intentionally or unintentionally.
"Master, the little one is under my charge. But the court signed a contract with the little one, a three-year contract."
"Why?"
"Master, all the servants in the mansion are under the control of the master, and the contract is three years. After three years, it depends on the wishes of the master and the servant, whether they want to continue to serve the master, and both parties need to sign a new contract."
"I heard that the imperial court will only take charge of it for three years. After that, you have to sign a contract with the Marquis. By the way, Master, I am from Tubo. I have been in Bianliang for seven or eight years."
There was another difference. Dong Zhan did not continue to ask. Even if he had some questions, he did not continue to ask the driver. The same was true for Gui Zhang.
The whole thing was so weird that they couldn't understand it. Anyway, they would eventually understand it in three years.
"Go to Workshop City and have a look."
"Master, you can't go to Gongfang City. Even if the Prime Minister goes to Gongfang City, he still needs official authorization."
“How do I get authorization?”
"Small, I don't know. But it should be through every official request."
Dong Zhan didn't need to say anything anymore, the driver drove towards Qinzheng Palace. As a Tibetan who lived in Bianliang for seven or eight years, he still knew this.
"This Dong Zhan is still a little unwilling! I gave him the authorization and told Su Song at the same time that if there are any Tubo people who want to see it during this period, then let them see it!"
When Zhao Xi learned about Dong Xiang's request, he didn't care. He didn't care about Dong Xiang when he was the leader of Qingtang. How could he care about a lame knight who had taken off his armor? Isn't it just knowledge? The country didn't care about this waste.