"What did you say!" Zhao Tong looked at the general.
The general knew Zhao Tong's identity. Even though the Liao people were domineering in the Song Dynasty, the other party was a prince and had full authority to preside over this event. The status gap was too great. When he saw him speaking, how could he dare to continue to speak rudely and just act coldly? Hard and silent.
"What are you talking about? I have heard from people in the Liao Dynasty that people in the Song Dynasty do not know etiquette, and the envoy does not believe it. He even said a few words to them, saying that Song Dynasty has studied for many years and knows the teachings of saints. How can they not know etiquette? It seems that the envoy is now I was wrong."
Um? Zhao Tong turned his head and looked, his eyes falling on Xiao Min at the back. He saw the young master's slender eyebrows raised, with a mocking look on her face, looking at him.
This was what Zhao Tong said yesterday, saying that this young lady was ignorant of etiquette, but today she changed her name and sent him back, saying that he would do the same to him.
Xiao Min felt secretly happy. Even the last time she competed with Xiao Ta and knocked the coquettish girl to the ground, she was not as happy as she was now.
Does it feel good to be slapped in the face? Zhao Tong looked at his young lady with no expression on his face. When he saw her sitting on a chair, her figure was like a willow, her color was like a peach blossom, her legs were straight and slender, and she looked triumphant. A sinful idea suddenly appeared in his heart, and he used more than a dozen extraordinary methods. .
"Etiquette is meant for people. People have their own words, animals have their own language, and birds have their own language. Could it be that when you Liao people go out hunting and see the rich wolves, tigers and leopards in the mountains, you still have to bow to the fish in the water? Turtles, shrimps and crabs, you also want to ask if you are okay!" Zhao Tong looked at the girl and sneered.
"You!" The color on the girl's face immediately disappeared, she leaned forward slightly, gritted her teeth and glared at Zhao Tao.
"His Royal Highness, King Qi, what do you mean by this?" The leader's face immediately changed when he heard this. Why did the other party directly scold the master?
This was not his first mission to the Song Dynasty, he had been here once before, but he was treated as a distinguished guest. Not to mention his own family, even in the past hundred years, no missionary had ever encountered such a thing.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Tong looked at him: "I asked you what you just said, and you pretended to be deaf and didn't answer. Now you are questioning me again. Xiao Luomu, you are so brave!"
Zhao Tong looked at the mission list and naturally knew the name of the general manager.
"His Royal Highness, King Qi, this matter was caused by the rudeness of you, the Song Dynasty. It was you..." Another person from the envoy spoke.
Zhao Tong's face darkened, and before he could finish speaking, he reached out and grabbed the tea bowl on the table and smashed it over.
That man was a general with fists and feet, but who would have expected that the man opposite him would not only curse, but also reach out and strike. He was caught off guard and was hit on his shoulder by a tea bowl. The green glazed tea bowl from Ding kiln was smashed into pieces. Half a cup of tea spilled down my clothes.
The general was immediately stunned, as were the rest of the Liao delegation, and the people on this side of the Ministry of Rites were also stunned.
No one has ever seen this kind of situation, not in the Song Dynasty, not in the Liao Kingdom. Even in talks with some small country envoys, there was some condescension, some arrogant ridicule, some threats and intimidation, but there was never any throwing things and hitting people.
In an instant, everyone in the Liao delegation looked at Zhao Tong. If it had been dozens or hundreds of years earlier, I am afraid that the people from the delegation would have rushed up to kill people with knives. But now, the Khitan has no such power. Many bloody characters are all due to the teachings of saints!
The first reaction of the general who was beaten was that he was the prince of the other party, and he was a powerful prince in charge of tens of thousands of troops. To face such a prince from the north, let alone hit him, even if he killed him directly with a knife, it would be Kill in vain.
Xiao Min was also shocked, thinking to himself that this pretty boy from the Song Dynasty actually still had some courage. Well, no, no, Dashi Linya said, this is called arrogance and domineering, and he said that today's court is in the hands of such people.
Bai Shizhong also had a look of surprise on his face, but he was definitely not pretending. He always boasted that he had the dangers of mountains and rivers and the depth of a city, but now that he knew his own affairs, he really lost his temper.
Throughout the Huihong Hall, you could hear a pin drop.
The imagined conflict, or the Liao people rising up and drawing sharp knives to threaten them, did not happen.
Zhao Tao looked at the people in the mission and had already made a decision in his mind. It seemed that the matter in the arena should be quite serious for Liao. Otherwise, even if the Khitan lost its blood, there would always be some violent reactions, but at this moment he was murderous. Already up, I don’t mind killing that fierce one directly.
"Yelü Tiejia, you are a common Yelu, a little general, who gave you the courage to talk to this king like this!" Zhao Tong asked coldly, looking at the envoy whose clothes were soaked with tea soup.
There are almost only two surnames left among the Khitan people in the Liao Kingdom. Liu is the hidden surname of Yelu. Without royal blood, the surname Yelu was later changed by the people and tribes, and was called Shuyelu.
Yelu Tiejia sat there without raising his head or moving, not even making a fist. He regretted coming to the Song Dynasty this time. He spent money to see the Song Dynasty. He heard that the officials of the Song Dynasty were cowardly and the market was prosperous, and they were somewhat domineering. In my heart, I never imagined that one of my own words would lead to such unpleasantness. At this moment, what I was thinking about was how to get half of the envoy's money back after I returned.
After a long while, Xiao Luomu said cautiously: "Your Majesty, please calm down."
Zhao Tong glanced at him and suddenly felt bored, saying: "Let's talk about the country of Song and Liao brothers."
When Xiao Luomu heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before coming to the Song Dynasty, Emperor Tianzuo had asked him to have a secret talk. He wanted to facilitate this matter no matter what. Now that the court was in chaos and rumors were spreading among the people, a happy event was urgently needed to reconcile it. It was impossible to send troops to fight. , last year's defeat of the Jurchens still hasn't breathed, so they can only use some tricky methods.
Xiao Luomu rehearsed the opening of the talks with his colleagues in charge of the department, and finally decided to be tougher, otherwise he would have a guilty conscience, so he used the previous means of delaying time, which were all psychological tactics for external communication. Who would have thought that he would encounter this Such a arrogant King Qi had all his original plans disrupted, but now he could only take one step at a time.
"My lord, I see you clearly." Xiao Luomu is an expert, and he has practiced the ability to change his face when turning pages. He is now respectful and polite, and he is no longer short of etiquette: "Your lord, this time we set up the arena in Tokyo, it is really a battle between two people. The friendship between the two countries is mutual. Since the official has agreed, the envoy will boldly propose a schedule. It does not take a long time to build the canopy of the arena. Why not start the fortifications tomorrow and start the competition the day after tomorrow? What does the prince want?"
Zhao Tong didn't say anything. He glanced at him, took a sip from the new tea bowl, and then threw it on the table. This time, it was pure white. When he threw it, the white tea lid fell off. , then rolled a few times on the table, then rolled to the ground with a "snap" and fell into eight pieces in an instant.
Everyone in the hall was trembling in their hearts. Everyone in the ceremony department lowered their eyelids and sat motionless on their chairs, as if they were sleeping. Even Bai Shizhong looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart. It's like sitting on a Zen-like clay sculpture.
Xiao Luomu squeezed out a smile and said respectfully: "What do you think, the prince, the competition will start in three days?"
Zhao Tong glanced at him, stood up slowly, and looked at the dozens of people opposite him with his hands behind his hands: "I think it will be appropriate to start the competition in ten days!"
Everyone on the opposite side was in a daze for a moment when they heard this and looked at each other in confusion.
Zhao Tong suddenly sneered: "After I have finished speaking, who agrees and who opposes!"
Hearing the words below, there was silence.
