On the tenth day of August, Yan Kebuhua had become more and more anxious in the past few days. It had been dozens of days since he came to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, but he still hadn't been summoned. If something happened, he would never be able to redeem himself.
Turoborot has always been nervous, and he has noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard has become more and more depressed recently. He has also been anxious these days, and today he couldn't help it anymore and walked towards Xian Kebuhua's room.
Benedict! Benedict!
"Who? Come right in!"
Turoborot rarely heard the young master speak in such an irritable tone. When he walked into the room, he saw that Yan Kebuhua was a little depressed, as if he hadn't slept all night.
"Young Master, what do you mean by this Ming Dynasty? Since that day, he has ignored us."
At first, Yankebuhua thought that Ming was deliberately hanging them to express his dissatisfaction. As time went on, he was not sure what the other party wanted. Looking at Turoborot's cautious look, he was afraid that the eldest prince I think it was his problem that caused this result.
"Don't worry, eldest prince. Even if something goes wrong, I will be responsible for it. I asked you to do that in the first place. I don't blame you. You are a good person and a patient person. Just wait!"
Turoborot's face turned slightly red when his thoughts were revealed, but he was really afraid that something had gone wrong. Before leaving, his father repeatedly told him to control his temper. When he thought of returning without success, he would have to face an angry person. My father was inevitably a little guilty.
"Then... In that case, I will go back to my room first. Young Master, you should pay more attention to rest!"
Yan Kebuhua nodded expressionlessly: "Eldest Prince, remember to be patient these days. You must not do what happened that day again."
Turoborot nodded yes and went back to his room.
"Eldest Prince, tell them to stop wrestling in the courtyard, they are a bunch of heartless things."
After walking out of the room, Turoborot walked straight towards the open space in the courtyard. Originally, he planned to play a few games with him, but the young master spoke and had to let them disperse.
"It's gone! It's gone! You keep fighting and making noise all day long. Don't let the Han people see the joke."
Everyone looked at each other in shock. These words were not like what the eldest prince said. The eldest prince usually wrestled with them, but who made him the eldest prince? Everyone had to retreat according to the order.
Staying in the hall all this time was really frustrating for them. They were able to go out a few days ago, but later the young master directly told everyone to stay in the hall peacefully. They had nowhere to vent their energy and had no choice but to play wrestling. , I didn’t expect that I couldn’t even wrestle today.
A few more days passed like this, and there was still no one coming. His anxious hair turned a few strands white, and his brows became more and more haggard. The atmosphere in the building also became heavier. Others also noticed it. The atmosphere in the building was not right. The young master who rarely got angry on weekdays got angry several times in the past two days.
Sun Sheng, the host and guest doctor, has been paying attention to the status of the Tatar mission. In the past few days, the officials have also reported to him one by one about the situation in the embassy. He was notified some time ago and now the time has come to order the officials to go to the Siyi Pavilion. Ask them to send a library translator over.
The Siyi Pavilion was established during the Yongle period to specialize in translating the languages of border ethnic minorities and neighboring countries. The Taichang Temple Shaoqing (Taichang Temple is responsible for various sacrificial rituals, ritual and music activities) is the admiral of the museum, and the host and guest department is responsible for it. Foreign affairs agencies naturally deal with the Seiyi Pavilion on a regular basis.
Li Zhang, the young minister of Taichang Temple, heard that the Host and Guest Department had sent people to the Siyi Pavilion, so he ordered his subordinates to go to the Tatar Pavilion to choose a supervisor to go to the Siyi Pavilion to be an interpreter. There were ten Siyi Pavilions in total, such as the Tatar Pavilion. , Nüzhi (Jurchen), Xifan (Tibet), Xitian (India), Baiyi (Dai), Gaochang (Uyghur), Myanmar and other museums, the supervisors in the museum are equivalent to the current translators.
Xu Zheng didn't expect that he would be sent to the Huitong Hall as an interpreter. He shuddered when he thought of the rumors a few days ago. It was rumored that the Tatars were vicious and like to hurt others. He didn't expect that he would have to face the Tatars directly. The Tatar envoys came to Beijing. He was not in charge at that time, and that person immediately took a sick leave.
When Xu Zheng came to the Huitong Hall, Sun Sheng saw him looking frightened and said angrily: "What a cower you look like! The Tatars will not eat you."
After waiting for a moment, Xu Zheng adjusted his mentality, and Sun Sheng took him to the Tatar embassy. Yan Kebuhua was delighted when he learned that Ming officials came to visit, and he couldn't wait to walk out of the door.
Sun Sheng pointed at Turoborot: "Tell him, it's not impossible to pay tribute, but how big the scale is depends on their own abilities."
After hearing Xu Zheng's report, Yan Kebuhua said without waiting for Turoborot to speak: "What do you mean? What do you mean by looking at our abilities?"
Although Sun Sheng couldn't understand what the other party said, he could still see the anxious look on Yan Kebuhua's face.
"Tell him, don't you like fighting? I, the Ming Dynasty, will naturally satisfy you. There will be three competitions tomorrow. As long as they win one game, I will agree to their request, and for each additional victory, I will open an extra market."
Yanke Buhua was secretly happy after hearing the other party's intention. He didn't expect that Daming would actually make this request. Originally, he didn't know how to ask for a martial arts competition.
Turoborot also felt relieved at this time. As long as the Ming Dynasty could trade with them, it would be fine. In his opinion, they could not win a game. He secretly wondered if the eunuch who would deliver the order that day would be present. If he were there, he would challenge him directly and teach the eunuch a lesson. As for beating him to death, he really didn't dare to think about it now.
The next day, Mrs. Wang saw that Li Jie was going to court with a long sword on his waist today. She also knew some official rules through her ears and eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Pingzhi, why are you going to court today with a sword?"
Li Jie smiled slightly: "Don't worry, mother, this matter has been reported. After today, no one will dare to break into the house without permission."
"Mom doesn't know what you are going to do, but you must pay attention to safety."
"Don't worry, my child knows what's appropriate."
When Li Jie registered his registration at the Zuomen of Chang'an, he handed the long sword to the captain of the prison gate for safekeeping and waited for him to pick it up after going to court. This sword was still the Bailian sword that Lin Zhennan had bought before. Because he had been used to the weight of this sword for many years, it was safe. For the sake of safety, Li Jie did not choose to use the weapons provided by the court.
After going down to court, Li Jie took back his sword and walked towards the school ground. When he arrived, the Tatar delegation had already been waiting at the school ground. The school ground was very flat, and the throne had been set up in the north, just waiting for the arrival of the world.
Half an hour later, all the important officials of the imperial court had arrived. After the whip was blown, the elegant music played. Zhu Youtang sat on the throne and accepted the worship of everyone. After the ceremony, Zhu Youtang said: "Let's begin!"
Li Jie held a long sword at his waist, raised his breath, and flew into the air. He was as fast as a flying arrow and flew more than ten feet in the blink of an eye. Both the Tatars and Ming officials were shocked by Li Jie's Qinggong. Everyone reacted. When Li Jie came over, he was already standing in the center of the martial arts stage.
