The vermilion wooden door of the palace, the black gold plaque, the heavy eaves roof, and the golden glazed tiles shine dazzlingly in the setting sun.

Oil lamps have been lit on both sides of the long road outside the hall, and the palace maids who hold the lamps have delicate faces, wearing exquisite palace clothes, and they salute respectfully when they meet people, with a smile on their faces.

In the hall, a long white carpet is spread on the smooth white jade slab floor, and cyan low wooden tables and soft cushions are neatly placed in turn.

The sound of silk and bamboo in the main hall started, and the palace people shuttled through the hall, passing refreshments and wine, and the hall was already full of ministers and officials and their relatives.

The group of people in the Fenyang Royal Mansion sat in the front position of the main hall, not far away is the golden lacquer carved dragon throne, on which sat a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe, about forty years old, and with extraordinary momentum, it was Ling Botao, the monarch of Dongyun Kingdom.

Ling Botao looked at the ministers of civil and military affairs in the hall condescendingly, with a smile on his face, and his mood seemed to be very good.

A little eunuch hurriedly walked into the main hall from outside the hall, and said a few words to Ling Botao's personal eunuch, and the personal eunuch took a few steps closer, approached Ling Botao and whispered, "Your Majesty, the envoy of Nanning has been waiting outside the palace. ”

Ling Botao nodded, "Come in." ”

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, and the hall was quiet, and everyone looked at the door of the hall.

At the front was a slender and delicate woman, wearing a veil and a long dress with a long skirt of emerald smoky smoky sand, the skirt mopping the floor, followed by a maidservant.

The femininity is as soft and delicate as water, although the veil cannot see the face clearly, but it can also make people feel like a flower beauty.

But the people in the hall were attracted by the man in white behind the woman, and for a while they could only hear the breathing of everyone in the hall and the footsteps of Nanning Guo and his party.

I saw that the man was wearing a crescent moon white cloud satin brocade robe, his posture was like jade, his appearance was handsome, the whole person was like a bright moon high above, his demeanor was graceful and ethereal, although the corners of his lips were smiling, his eyes were gentle and clear, but he still gave people a sense of distance that could only be viewed from a distance.

The woman in the green dress walked to the center of the hall and saluted Ling Botao Yingying, "The thirteenth princess of Nanning, Zhong Lixuan, pays a visit to the lord of Dongyun Kingdom. ”

The maidservant behind her knelt down.

"The princess is exempt from being polite," Ling Botao laughed, his voice was loud, and he said meaningfully, "Please feel free, and in the future, you can treat our Dongyun as your own home." ”

Zhong Liyun's face turned slightly red when he heard this, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and he straightened up and said softly, "Your Majesty." ”

Wen Ziran then saluted at this time, "Nanning Wen Ziran pays a visit to the Lord of Dongyun Country. ”

Seeing that Wen Ziran had just bowed his hands and had not even bowed, Ling Botao's eyes darkened, and his smile faded.

"Bold Wen Ziran, why didn't you kneel down and salute when you saw the emperor?" Seeing that the expression on Ling Botao's face was wrong, the personal eunuch beside him reprimanded loudly in a sharp voice.

Wen Ziran's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was cold and pleasant, "Ziran is a native of Nanning, and he only needs to kneel when he sees the monarch of his country, and I ask the lord of Dongyun to forgive me." ”

There was a slight uproar in the hall, Ruan Tingge sat in the seat on the left, took a sip of wine, and stared at Wen Ziran with interest.

"You..."

The eunuch was still about to scold, but Ling Botao coughed and stopped the eunuch's words.

He kept his face calm, looked at Wen Ziran and said with a smile, "Although Gongzi Wen came to Dongyun to sue for peace on behalf of Nanning Kingdom, he still looks arrogant. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment." Wen Ziran didn't seem to understand what Ling Botao was secretly referring to, and still had a smile on his face, and replied tepidly.

On the side, Zhong Lixuan's veil moved slightly, and he glanced at Wen Ziran lightly, a little uneasy.

Ling Botao snorted from his nose, as if he was about to have a seizure, and then held back and said, "Come on, give the princess and Prince Wen a seat." ”

As soon as his voice fell, someone from the palace came and led Nanning and his party to sit at the left end of the dragon seat.

Ruan Qinge's ears moved at this time, and he heard a minister whispering there not far away.

"Your Majesty must be annoyed in his heart, the defeated country came to sue for peace, and the princess sent peace, this envoy is still so lonely and arrogant, and the shelf is not small."

A minister with pale sideburns and a young man who was not confused whispered to the official next to him.

"Who is this Wen Ziran? It looks like an extraordinary temperament and is very human. ”

The official next to him admired Wen Ziran's demeanor and asked curiously.

"This Wen Ziran is the concubine of the prime minister of Nanning, and he is famous in Nanning, and this time the king of Nanning sent him to escort the princess of Nanning to make peace."

The white-haired minister introduced a sentence or two, but asked with some surprise, "During this time, the streets and alleys of Jinling have been spread all over, hasn't He Shilang heard of this?" ”

He Shilang shook his head and said, "Recently, the old mother and child at home have been sick and have been on leave for a month, but they haven't gone out for a long time. ”

On the other side, the military attache was also there.

"This Nanning Kingdom was defeated by the Fenyang army in the south, and it was defeated, and it was embarrassing to put up a fight here, which is really hateful."

"It's just, it's not very annoying." A military attache was blowing his beard and glaring angrily.

"If you want me to say, it's because General Xuanwei is not in the army, which makes the Nanning army a little ready to move, and it's not very honest."

A military attache with long eyebrows and big eyes and a meaty face held the wine glass and poured a sip of wine, and his voice became louder.

"Look at that kid's weak appearance, it is estimated that he will fall down with one punch."

"We dare to be so arrogant in Jinling, and when the time comes, we will definitely teach that yellow-mouthed child how to behave."

The words and discussions faintly spread to the front of the main hall, and the people in Nanning could also hear a few points.

Wen Ziran sat in the banquet, with a tall posture, an indifferent expression, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he did not feel some unkind eyes around him.

"Hmph, self-inflicted." Ruan Qingge heard a light snort next to his father, and said to his eldest brother, "If it weren't for his suspicion and recalled you early, would there still be this kind of thing today?" ”

Ruan Qiguang didn't answer, just shook his head, took a sip of wine.

The palace people had already begun to serve food, and the sound of silk and bamboo music began to sound again, and the dancers came to the hall and began to dance.

After a few rounds of singing and dancing, after a few rounds, everyone in the hall had eaten almost enough, and the military attachés began to eat and drink back and forth.

Ling Botao sat on the dragon seat, drinking wine a little unhappily, his eyes swept over the people of Nanning Guo, his heart was holding back the fire, and he suddenly put the wine glass on the table.

There was a "bang", the sound was not heavy, but it also attracted the attention of people nearby.

"That's all there is to this song and dance, nothing new."

The queen sitting next to Ling Botao smiled for a moment, and said with a hint of shame on her dignified face, "It's the concubine's poor arrangement, and I ask Your Majesty to forgive me." ”

Ling Botao barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and said to the queen, "This has nothing to do with the queen, it's just that I watch these songs and dances every year, and I'm really tired of watching them." ”