The waiting time was not long, and a group of people came out of the camp to greet them, and the leader introduced himself as the head of the imperial office, and the servant of the Ministry of Rites. He knew that the Imperial Front Office was the personal attendant of the little emperor of the Southern Dynasty, responsible for uploading and disseminating, collecting and sorting documents. These people's positions are not high, but they accompany the emperor every day, but they have the ability to participate in the decision-making and planning of state affairs.

For Zhuang Gongcong, Ma Shao also has some understanding, he is full of poetry and books, has Jingxiu articles in his belly, is witty, good at planning, and has the skill of following the dragon. But he is indifferent to fame and fortune, and he does not want to become an official, and he has been in the Imperial Office for ten years, and everyone else has been released, only he still stays in the big house. As for the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, he was only awarded the title by the little emperor to show his merits, but he did not actually perform his duties. The little emperor can let him pick him up, which can be regarded as giving himself face.

"The envoy is hard, please follow this official in, my majesty is waiting in the camp." Zhuang Gong bowed his hand, and his face was plain and authentic.

"There's a farmer in charge!" Ma Shao also returned the salute and smiled, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. To be honest, he was very reluctant to come to the Song camp, one was to feel aggrieved, in the past, the envoys of the Great Yuan were all high-spirited, with the attitude of a victor, and the other party was often groveling, and did not dare to put one more fart. But when it was his turn, he sat on a cold bench and drank herbal tea, and he hadn't even seen the main owner for half a year, only a stinky guy sneered at him.

Today, the little emperor of the Southern Dynasty was actually willing to see him, which made Ma Shao worried, but also secretly lamented that the price of this meeting was also very expensive. This time, he prepared a generous gift for going out of the city, including 1,000 taels of gold, 10,000 taels of silver, 500 horses of fine silk, 20 boxes of jewelry, 100 good horses, 20 selected kabuki, 10 beauties of various ethnic groups, and 50 musicians.

"Envoy Ma, please!" Zhuang Gong stretched out his hand from a step forward.

"Please!" Shaken up from his imagination and thinking of his mission, he had to muster up his spirits and follow him to the camp.

The camp occupies a large area, and Marsho follows forward, and the more he walks in, the more the guard becomes more and more stringent, and there are many watchtowers, and flags are displayed, marking the stations of the various departments. The sweet aroma of Laba porridge is even stronger, and every time you pass through a camp, you can see several six-foot cauldrons set up in the open space around the camp tent, steaming hot white gas, exuding the fragrance of porridge. Although it was impossible to see the situation in the distance due to the shelter of the camp tent, it could also be judged from the rising white fog that each camp was boiling porridge.

After passing through the heavy barracks, he stepped into the gate, which was surrounded by chariots, and the guards were replaced by soldiers in black uniforms. He knew that it must be the little emperor's close guard, and he had just stepped into the heart of the entire camp, and it was also foggy, and he felt a little hungry along the way.

"Envoy Ma, please untie the blade of your body!" Walking to a vacant place in front of the car barrier, Zhuang Gongcong bowed again.

"Yes!" Although Ma Shao was a civil official, he had the habit of carrying a sword in Mengyuan and Wuwen, and he was not exempt from vulgarity, so he hung a sword on his waist. In addition, he also knew the rules, and handed it over to the attendants accompanying him according to his words, and asked them to wait outside, and only took Zhang Ting into the room.

"Please ask the owner of the village to be in charge, and the Great Yuan envoy Jiangbei and Henan Province will ask for a meeting!" Ma Shao's eyes lit up when he entered the car base, there was another world in the car city, there were 100 acres in size, the camp tent was heavy, surrounded by a huge camp tent, a flagpole with a height of five or six zhang was displayed on the imperial flag, and a lifelike dragon embroidered on it looked down on all beings. He knew that the royal tent was in front of him, and Shi Li said.

"Chief Jiang, Your Majesty said that Meng Yuanhe's envoy arrived, so you don't have to wait, just go directly to the tent!" At this time, a small yellow door ran over and spoke.

"Subordinates obey!" Zhuang Gong bowed from Shen Shi and said, "Envoy Ma, please here!" ”

"Please!" Ma Shao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he had always been worried that he would be sent back easily, and he would not even be able to see the face of the little emperor. He walked forward along the main road under the guidance of Xiao Huangmen, although there were heavily armed guards standing guard along the way, but when he saw them walking by, he only saluted with guns, but there was nothing he imagined to dismount, but he was a little surprised, and even a little disappointed.

"Your Majesty, Meng Yuan's peace envoy Ma Shao has arrived!"

"Meet...... Meet Your Majesty! To Ma Shao's surprise, when they arrived at the imperial tent, Xiao Huangmen did not lead them into the tent, but stopped outside the tent, where there were also several cauldrons, and the fire was raging below, and the cauldron was steaming, and a group of people around him were startled at first, thinking that the little emperor of the Southern Dynasty was preparing to cook himself by setting up a pot outside the tent. It can be seen that he gave a salute to a young man wearing the same military uniform and was constantly stirring in the pot with a long spoon, only to realize that it was the main person he wanted to see, and how to call it in surprise made him hesitate for a moment, after all, Dayuan has always believed that the Great Song Dynasty has died, and he is the Zhengshuo who inherited the Central Plains Dynasty, and regarded it as a pseudo-dynasty. Fortunately, he had the wisdom to hide all the names of the countries on both sides and only call him Your Majesty.

"Oh, Ma Envoy wait a minute, wait until I have boiled this pot of porridge, let's talk while eating!" Zhao Yu glanced back at Ma Shao and nodded slightly, he said hello, but the movements in his hands did not stop, wandering and stirring between a few pots.

"It's okay, it's also a blessing to be lucky enough to be able to taste the porridge cooked by His Majesty." Ma Shao hurriedly returned the salute and retreated to the side to 'observe', and turned his face to look at Zhang Ting behind him, who was also confused and at a loss.

Although he was born in the palace, his mother and son were not treated by the emperor and had not yet been civilized. Later, he became the emperor by chance, but what good lessons could he receive in the wild land of Qiongzhou. This is similar to those Mongolian-born officials in the imperial court, who have been officials for many years and have not sat or stood up, still with a brutal spirit and no etiquette.

"Tan Fei, don't add any more heat, the pot is going to be mushy!" When the two made eye contact, they heard the little emperor stirring the pot quickly, and shouting in his mouth.

"Didn't Your Majesty say that you want to use a fire?" Tan Fei raised his head and said unconvinced.

"I said that I wanted to use a big fire at the beginning, but I didn't say that I would always use a big fire, and it was delicious to boil over a simmer, and whoever asked you to come will add firewood vigorously, and destroy my pot of porridge will be boiled and eaten!" Zhao Yu raised the spoon and made a gesture.

"Your Majesty, the meat of your subordinates is coarse and smelly, and it is not delicious!" Tan Fei said while withdrawing the fire.

"Right Cheng, this little emperor is going to kill people for a pot of porridge, it seems that he has a tyrannical temperament, you and I have to be careful, don't collide with it, so as not to suffer an unwarranted disaster!" Zhang Ting pulled Ma Shao's shirt and said softly.

"No, you can see that although he was mean, he didn't do anything, and the others laughed as usual, obviously just a joke. In my opinion, he is very close to these guards, but it is really undignified to do despicable things with the supremacy of a country! Marsho shook his head slightly.

"Your Majesty, this porridge doesn't seem to be sweet, it must be too much dried plums!" As if to verify Ma Shao's words, a guard around the pot secretly scooped a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and put it in his mouth, and said a few times.

"Wouldn't it? It's too sour to steal it! Zhao Yu frowned when he heard this, and tapped his head with the handle of the spoon and said.

"It's just not sweet, don't believe it, let everyone taste it!" The guard clutched his head.

"Not sweet, not sweet!"

"Your Majesty, it's really not sweet, there's less frosting!" …… When everyone heard this, they reached into the pot with the spoon in their hands and scooped it up, and they were gossiping.

"Your Majesty is stingy, saying that he is giving everyone porridge, but he refuses to add more frosting!" Another soldier shook his head.

"Really? I have a taste! Zhao Yu was not annoyed when he heard this, but scooped up some porridge and tasted it, "Nonsense, adding frosting is a lot of shame, just a group of losers!" As he spoke, he brandished a long spoon and was about to hit.

"Since Your Majesty said that it is not sweet, then add more!" When everyone saw the long spoon coming, they dodged one after another, but a small soldier took advantage of the little emperor's turn to pour a large bowl of frosting into the pot, and shouted.

"You guys know how much sugar frosting costs a pound, it's so bad, I have to deduct your military salary!" Zhao Yu turned around and roared angrily.

"Your Majesty's words don't count, I have long said that we want to enjoy today's porridge, but we are so stingy!" Immediately, some soldiers refused to accept it and exposed the short road.

"Good, good, good, if there is a grain of rice left in these porridges today, I will punish you to go to the camp to graze horses and clean the toilets of the whole camp!" Zhao Hao seemed to be angry, and pointed at the laughing crowd with a long spoon, seeing that they still didn't care, and said even more angrily.

"Your Majesty, stir the pot quickly, it's going to be mushy here!" Everyone saw that the little emperor looked angry, but he looked helpless, pointing to a pot on his head and shouting.

"If it's mushy, you have to eat it too!" Zhao Hao couldn't help laughing, but he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly walked over to stir.

"This little emperor is so lenient and benevolent, allowing his subordinates to frolic and contradict, but not punishing. Not only is it not a good number, but it is also difficult to achieve great things. Zhang Ting saw the soldiers around him, and when the little emperor left the pot that had just been frosted, he stepped forward to eat it one after another, and shook his head.

"In my opinion, it may not be, such an easy way to treat people, which shows that he and his subordinate soldiers have always shared weal and woe, and shared weal and woe, this is the way to buy people's hearts, and it can also make these people serve to death. Compared with the king of Zhennan, he was much more clever with swords and soldiers, and he was much more clever with cool methods, and it was difficult to see the Song army attacking the city all of them were not afraid of death and rushed to the city. However, after the fall of the city, the soldiers of our army defending the city immediately counter-killed the cowardly Xue who supervised the battle, abandoned the blade and surrendered! Marsho waved his hand and sighed......