February 15th is the day when the Northern Kingdom’s mission enters the city.
In the clan's mansion, the second prince sat behind the case, holding the "Book of Filial Piety" with a calm expression.
Uncle Zhou sat beside him, adding some tea to the second prince from time to time, but he seemed a little absent-minded and kept looking out the window in a trance.
The second prince saw this and asked, "Uncle Zhou, what time is it?"
Uncle Zhou was slightly excited. He had been counting the time in his heart, and now he blurted out:
"Your Highness, I think you've already been hit."
The second prince nodded slightly when he heard this, and then said calmly:
"Uncle Zhou, if you achieve great things, you should remain calm and avoid being overjoyed or sad."
Uncle Zhou felt a little ashamed when he heard this. It had been too long since he had seen his compatriots, and he couldn't help but feel excited when he learned that the Northern Kingdom's envoy was coming.
The second prince did not criticize Uncle Zhou too harshly. He gently put down the "Book of Filial Piety" in his hand, with waves in his eyes.
From the moment he responded to King Jinyu, he had already embarked on an irreversible path.
Today is the beginning of the head-on game between him and Qiao Zhongguo!
The general's ending is generally like this when he achieves great feats and shocks his master, but then kills the donkey.
Qiao Zhongguo, let me see how capable you are!
This time, can you avoid leaking and save the day?
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Qiao Jiaojiao sat in the same private room in Zuixian Tower again.
Compared with the excitement when the Nanli State Mission entered the city on the eighth day of the lunar month, the atmosphere on the street today was much duller.
Both sides of the street were also filled with people, but everyone looked serious, and the expressions on their faces were indescribable disgust.
Some people even gritted their teeth and cursed loudly.
Qiao Jiaojiao could understand the mood of the people of Yong Dynasty very well.
History is like a grain of sand, and when it falls on a person’s head, it becomes a mountain.
In the original work, there is just a light sentence: "The Northern Kingdom invaded the northern territory of the Yong Dynasty for no reason, burned, killed, plundered, and committed all kinds of evil."
For the people of the Yong Dynasty, this was a bloody and cruel history. It was the countless soldiers of the Yong Dynasty who sacrificed their lives to regain the peace and contentment they live in today.
Qiao Jiaojiao was lying by the window, her little hands slightly clenched, and she was already feeling worried in her heart.
"Daddy..."
[Although my father and brother have arranged manpower in advance, but now the people on the street are furious, no one knows what trouble will happen! 】
[Daddy will appear later. If the common people are led by someone with ulterior motives to say something treasonous, it will be like putting daddy on the fire! 】
Qiao Diyi obviously knew the seriousness of the matter. He was looking back and forth among the crowd with a straight face.
Just at this moment, there was a commotion in the streets.
Qiao Jiaojiao knew that the Northern Kingdom's delegation was coming, so she stuck her head out.
The first thing that caught her eye was her tall and handsome father!
He sat upright on the horse, with a calm expression and sharp eyes.
Behind him was the Northern Mission.
They wear brocade hats, with snow-white fox fur wrapped around their necks. They have thick eyebrows, big eyes, and are tall.
As the team marched, all the Yong Dynasty people were strangely silent, following the Northerners with hateful eyes.
At this time, an extremely angry voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
"Thieves from the North, get out of Yong Dynasty!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like hot oil poured into water, and Putian Street exploded in an instant!
"Get out! Get out!"
"Thieves from the North, get out!"
The people were so excited that they crowded towards the center of the road, and the street immediately became a mess!
When Qiao Jiaojiao saw this scene, she sat upright with a worried look on her face.
【It’s still here...】
The hatred and indignation of the people is understandable.
However, since ancient times, the two countries have been at war without cutting off envoys, not to mention that the envoys from the Northern Kingdom came in the name of congratulating Emperor Yong on Christmas.
Whatever happens to the envoys of the Northern Kingdom today, the Imperial Court of the Northern Kingdom will make a fuss about it!
Qiao Zhongguo is not afraid of war, he is a seventy-year-old man. As long as the Yong Dynasty needs him, he is willing to wear armor and go into battle at any time!
But now the situation in the DPRK is complicated, and the hidden danger of the Second Prince has not been eliminated. If a fight breaks out, he will have to worry about being stabbed in the back with a knife!
Emperor Yong gave him the task of welcoming the Northern Kingdom envoy. Whether it was a matter of appreciation or testing, he must handle the matter beautifully!
Seeing the crowd pushing and shoving, and the streets full of dangers, Qiao Zhongguo took a long breath and suddenly shouted:
"Stop it!!!"
This sound was so powerful and majestic that it forced the people of Yong Dynasty to drink up their blood.
When Qiao Zhongguo saw everyone looking at him, he spoke solemnly:
"The Holy One worked hard to govern, loved his country as much as his family, God favored him, the Yong Dynasty had good weather, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment."
"The country is prosperous and the army is strong, and the congratulations from all over the world are the best proof!"
"Why do we, the Yong Dynasty, have the appearance of a great nation, a state of etiquette, and a mere envoy, causing you to be so indignant!"
Qiao Zhongguo tightened the reins, straightened his back, and spoke loudly every word!
The Northern delegation behind them couldn't help but show anger when they heard Qiao Zhongguo describe them as "merely".
However, Qiao Zhongguo's name is very popular in the northern country. There are only twenty or thirty people among them now, and they really dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Furthermore, they had already been told to follow Qiao Zhongguo obediently today and not fight back when hit or scolded...
After hearing Qiao Zhongguo's words, the people's impulse and resentment faded away a little. Seeing that the envoy from the North didn't dare to let out a fart, they finally calmed down.
Yes, we can't lose their Yong Dynasty etiquette in front of the northern thieves!
"Listen to General Qiao! Let's retreat!"
"Yes, everyone, stand down!"
The common people were still accustomed to calling Qiao Zhongguo General Qiao. Seeing that his majesty was still as majestic as before, they all showed respect and respectfully made way for him.
When Qiao Jiaojiao saw this, her vigilance reached its peak, and her eyes widened!
At this moment, a cry came out from the crowd again, extremely passionate.
"General Qiao! We only believe in you! We will do whatever you ask us to do!"
"Yes, listen to General Qiao! General Qiao is our great hero in the Yong Dynasty!"
"Yes! Hero! Hero!"
Qiao Jiaojiao was at a high place, her eyes fixed at this moment, and she immediately shouted: "That mud!"
In the crowd, I saw a strong man with a loud voice, shouting red-faced and shouting General Qiao.
【Bring the rhythm! This guy is definitely setting the pace! This is going to kill dad! 】
As a martial arts practitioner, Qiao Diyi reacted faster than Qiao Jiaojiao.
Almost at the same time that man shouted loudly, Qiao Diyi signaled to the Qiao family's secret guards who were mixed in the crowd.
Then he took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his voice:
"The Holy One loves the people like his own son! Long live the Holy One!"
The secret guards of the Qiao family in the crowd immediately responded: "Long live the Holy Lord!"
When the people saw this, they almost instinctively shouted: "Long live, long live, long live!"
More and more people joined in, and the shouts almost lifted the roof of Putian Street!
Qiao Zhongguo secretly exhaled a breath, and then led the Northern Kingdom delegation to continue walking forward.
Qiao Diyi shouted with all his might, his face turned red, and when he saw that everyone's voices were finally unified, he cursed secretly:
Damn it, isn’t it just the rhythm? Who wouldn’t!
