Dongqi is known as the state of ritual music, and the royal family worships the holy master Confucius as the ancestor, attaches the most importance to etiquette and religion, and the system is rigorous. As the place where the head of Qi is stationed, the Prime Minister's Mansion is naturally extraordinary: but I saw a thousand-year-old acacia tree, crowned like a canopy, covering the main entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion. A pair of vermilion gates two zhang high and three zhang wide are all embroidered with seven vertical and horizontal seventy-four gilt nails, and the pair of mighty stone lions in front of the door together show the identity of the lord of the palace.

Qin Lei got out of the car and stood at the foot of the high steps of the Prime Minister's Mansion, seemingly a little cramped, his eyes were scattered and ownerless, and his body was slightly rickety. With a dark face, Iron Eagle handed the crumpled invitation to the guest, and strode into the palace without saying a word.

Qin Lei reacted at this time, and hurriedly walked to keep up with Tie Ying, but the hem of Qi Guo's dress was tight and narrow, and the steps of the Xiangfu were high, and the little proton couldn't help but stumble, and with a bitter face, he lifted his shirt and chased after him.

The guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion looked at each other, and then laughed in a low voice. After a while, I remembered my duty, and I hurriedly sang together: "Zhi Ge Gong arrives ......"

The Prime Minister's Mansion is really deep in the courtyard, and the sound of the news layer by layer still runs in front of the guests and enters the main hall of the banquet. At this time, the wedding banquet had already begun, and looking at the slightly drunk appearance of those guests, it seemed that they had already drunk more than thirty years......

Hearing the news, the hall suddenly fell silent, and the dignitaries turned their heads to look at the door, wanting to see what this hottest topic in Beijing looked like recently.

The first to come was indeed an eight-foot-tall, bearded, god-like giant, and after seeing the color of the guards on his body, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief, the reality was too far from the ideal, and it was always uncomfortable.

After the big man stood still, he clenched his fists and said in a rough voice: "Great Qin Sui Festival Envoy, His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince wishes the Great Qi Prime Minister Tian Ding the joy!" After saying that, they turned sideways, and everyone saw a person move out of the back of Tie Tahan, only to see that his face was pale, his eyes were wandering, his body was sluggish, and his expression was flustered. That's right, this is the unlucky appearance of a poor proton who has been imprisoned by Daqi for sixteen years. The adults calmed down, put on their faces the various expressions of ridicule, contempt, or embarrassment that they had prepared earlier, and turned their heads one after another, and continued to drink and have fun.

Qin Lei was in a group, and the appearance of everyone in the hall was in full view. The white-bearded thin old man sitting on the main seat must be Shangguan Lao'er, who was talking to the yellow-bearded fat old man on the left with a wine glass twisting his wine glass. The eyes of the two glanced over from time to time, especially the fat old man, whose face was not good. The third thing that caught his attention in the room was a bearded man in cloth sitting by the door, thirty years old, who had been drinking and not talking to others, and looked out of place in a room full of brocade clothes.

No one seemed to hear Tie Ying's report, and the master and the guests were busy drinking and talking, and they didn't have time to look at the door, and the master and servant were just clubbed at the door, red faces.

Tie Ying was just about to have a seizure, when he heard an inaudible cough in his ears, so he held back, and his fists clenched. Iron Eagle looked at His Highness with his spare eyes, he was bowing his head slightly, as if he was at a loss. From the angle of Iron Eagle, you can see the fleeting banter in His Highness's eyes.

Ever since he received the invitation, Qin Lei knew that his plan with Shen Luo was half successful. Shen Luo's countless small means and a few big tricks finally got this meeting. The prime minister of Qi wants to see if this legendary stupid proton is really useless, if it can't bring a threat to Qi country, then give His Majesty and the Queen Mother a face, and at the same time avoid war, give Qi a few years to prepare, why not?

Through the confirmation with Shen Luo, Qin Lei almost affirmed Shangguan Yunhe's thoughts. In psychology, if a person wants something to develop in one direction, he will attach importance to the information that can support his inference, and ignore the information that contradicts the inference.

As a kid who started his hostage career in infancy, he really couldn't attract the attention of the giants of Qi State, if it weren't for Shangguan Yunhe's cautious nature, it would not be necessary to even see this side.

Therefore, from the very beginning, what Qin Lei had to do was to obey Shangguan Yunhe's judgment on himself, strengthen it as naturally as possible, and let things develop in the direction that Shangguan Prime Minister wanted, so that there would be a lot less trouble, and this is what it means to follow the trend.

If you have a clear mind, you will not be angered by the laughter of the people around you, but you will have the pleasure of fooling others, at least Qin Lei is very cool now.

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Shangguan Yunhe stared at the poor proton at the door, but he thought about another thing in his heart, Qi Country has been very bad these years, there has been a drought for many years, and the people are living in difficulty. However, those royal relatives and nobles, officials and gentry were obsessed with the glory of the great victory over the Qin State more than ten years ago, and they could not extricate themselves from the glory of opening up thousands of miles, and they were arrogant and lascivious all day long, flashy and extravagant. The huge deficit of the treasury sucked by these leeches was in vain, and it had to increase taxes and fish, making the people miserable, selling their children and daughters, and riots broke out from time to time.

He wants to carry out reforms, he has a large set of policies to implement to clarify the rule of officials, protect agriculture, develop armaments, and strengthen the army, he wants to suppress the backlash of vested interests, and he wants to ensure the implementation of the new policy, all of this will take time!

Therefore, the Qi country cannot occur and cannot withstand the war within ten years, although there is a Baisheng Gong who is known as the god of war, and there is a Baisheng army that wins a hundred battles. That's why he ignored his friendship with Zhao Wuyi for many years and advocated letting the proton return to China. If he wasn't willing, who in the world could influence the attention of the Prime Minister of Great Qi? The emperor did not make it.

So he decided to let Qin Lei return to China and plug Qin Jun's mouth. Of course, if Qin Lei is excellent to a certain extent, he will not let the tiger return to the mountain.

After a long time, he got rid of his thoughts, and seemed to see the two people at the door, laughing and saying: "It turned out to be the master of Zhige, the grandfather is late, hurry up and enter the table, and be fined three glasses of wine!" ”

A group of guests and friends chimed in: "Three glasses of wine" and "How can you be late?" "Disrespectful, disrespectful" or something like that.

Tie Ying was furious, he deceived people too much, your invitation said that at noon, we came half an hour early, and we still didn't make it to the banquet, isn't this a deliberate teasing? What's even more annoying is that where is the seat? How can there be a vacant seat?

The muscles in his head were pounding, and he was about to have a seizure. At this time, Qin Lei eagerly defended Shangguan Yunhe: "Don't blame me, don't blame me, blame this black guy for grinding, if you want to punish him, punish him." With a panicked face, he looked left and right, and finally found a vacant seat beside the man in cloth, trotted over and sat down, and accidentally brought down the man's wine jug and sprinkled it.