The people from Beicang and Xiyang saw this good intention and nodded to them.
They know the customs of the Xiao Dynasty and know that it is very rare for them to take the initiative to make such concessions. Although they are ordinary people, they are worthy of respect.
After all, there are some customs that cannot be changed by the local people even if the King of Heaven comes!
Meng Yiping suddenly bumped into the funeral procession, and he was very impatient in his heart. However, when he saw the people taking the initiative to avoid it, he didn't say anything. Just as he was about to lead the procession through, there was a "boom" in the carriage behind him, and then, Ming Shu An unhappy voice rang out: "It's so unlucky! Is this how you, the Great Xiao, treat guests? In this case, shouldn't they be told to get out of here? What are you doing there? Do you want us to be unpopular? ?”
As soon as these words came out, the mourners all looked at her, and everyone's face was full of anger!
When the filial son lost his dearest relative, he was devastated. When he heard this, his eyes, which were already red from crying, were almost dripping with blood. He was about to step forward to argue, but was persuaded by the old man.
"They are distinguished guests from the Great Xiao. We ordinary people should bear with it! Your parents are both dead, and you still have a wife and children at home. It is not appropriate to cause trouble again!"
The filial son glanced at his wife behind him, gritted his teeth, and finally stepped back.
Ming Shu saw that they dared to be angry but dared not speak out, so her arrogance became more and more arrogant. She turned to Mo Yan and said, "Didn't you hear what I said, the princess? Let these unlucky untouchables go away!"
"Who are you calling a pariah?" He Liang, who was behind Mo Yan, felt angry after hearing what she just said. He had been holding it back. Now that he heard this, he couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed up and faced her. She roared angrily: "Are you still a fucking human being? If someone in your family dies and others call you bad luck, what do you think?"
"Are you talking to this princess?" Ming Shu rolled her eyes at him, "Have you forgotten who I am? You are still cursing like this. Is this how you treat guests? No one Are you here to take care of this?"
Her eyes fell on Mo Yan.
Mo Yan was about to speak when a clear voice sounded from behind him: "May I ask Princess Mingshu, what do you think you are?"
Mo Yan turned around and saw a young and handsome face.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao!" He bowed and saluted.
Zhao Dynasty nodded to him, tightened the reins, and rode up from behind the team.
When passing by Dongwuguo's carriage, the uncle and nephew in the carriage swallowed their saliva together.
"Is this Prince Zhao the prince who had a life-and-death fight with the prince before?" Dongwan asked in a low voice.
"That's him!" King Long's eyes were glued to King Zhao's tall figure sitting on the horse, and he couldn't bear to leave for a moment. He muttered to himself: "I only heard his name before, but never saw him. I didn't expect that when I saw him today, he actually She is also a rare beauty!”
"You are indeed born well!" Dongwan also looked salivating, "Uncle, how does Prince Zhao compare to the Crown Prince?"
"It's still incomparable!" King Long shook his head, "Although King Zhao is handsome, he still pales in comparison to Xiao Lin!"
Dongwan was so imaginative when she heard this: "Then how beautiful is the prince? I really can't wait to see him!"
The uncle and nephew were whispering to each other in the car. King Zhao had already arrived in front of Mingshu's car, sat on his horse, and looked at her condescendingly.
"Why doesn't the princess say anything? Is this question difficult to answer?"
"Who are you?" Ming Shu whispered, "Why should I answer your words? Are you worthy?"
"You are the Princess of Nanming, and I am the Prince of Xiao. Do you think they are worthy of each other?" King Zhao asked coldly.
Ming Shu was startled, and just as she was about to speak, Ming Lang beside her called out first: "Are you that... Prince Zhao?"
King Zhao glanced at him and was too lazy to talk to him.
The dignified Crown Prince of Nanming speaks so rudely and allows people around him to do whatever they want, which is really disgraceful!
Mingming saw the disdain on his face, his face froze, and his eyes immediately turned cold.
But he turned to look at Leng Yi.
Leng Yi had previously vowed that King Zhao and the Zhang family would be used by them to help them deal with Xiao Lin.
Then they should be allies on the same front now!
So which song is King Zhao singing now?
With these things spinning in his mind, he was speechless for a moment. Ming Shu, who was beside him, could not bear this kind of anger. She immediately said in a strange way: "Oh, it turns out to be His Royal Highness King Zhao! Disrespectful, disrespectful!"
"The princess is not disrespectful, but disrespectful!" King Zhao said lightly, "It is really rude for the princess of a country to utter evil words to the people of a friendly country on the territory of a friendly country!"
"That's rude, it's obviously you, Da Xiao!" Ming Shu snorted, "I have been on mission to many countries, but this is the first time I have seen a mission enter Beijing and let us follow the same path as a dead man!"
"If the princess doesn't want to follow Xiao's path, you can go back now!" King Zhao said coldly, "I will arrange for someone to send you out of the country right now!"
"His Royal Highness Prince Zhao, these words are a bit excessive!" Ming Lang looked at him, "We are distinguished guests invited by Emperor Xiao! We are envoys on a mission! We are not cats and dogs! It is really rude to expel the distinguished guests invited by yourself. It’s urgent! This matter involves the dignity and decency of the two countries, His Royal Highness King Zhao, please be careful what you say! If this causes disputes between the two countries, it will be bad!"
"If I am not careful with what I say, you will not be able to sit safely in the carriage now!" King Zhao showed no sign of weakness, "Besides, since you know that you are a guest and an envoy! Then you should know , what does it mean for guests to do as they please, and to do as the Romans do when they are in the country! We should also have the utmost etiquette and self-cultivation as an envoy! The Great Xiao is hospitable, but not just cats and dogs can be treated as distinguished guests by us!"
"You?!" Ming Lang stood up suddenly, but forgot that he was sitting in the car. His head hit the roof of the car and bounced back. He covered his head and glared at King Zhao, "Your Highness thinks that when envoys enter the capital, they can be harassed by untouchables at will. , is this the way you treat guests in Da Xiao?"
"I would like to say it again, they are the people of the Xiao Dynasty, not untouchables!" King Zhao said expressionlessly, "As you are traveling all the way, you must have seen that the capital has just experienced a catastrophe. Although it is not as big as ten houses and nine empty houses, there are still casualties. Tragic! In the capital now, no matter which road you go to, there are funeral processions! According to our custom of the Great Xiao Dynasty, the dead are the most numerous, and the people have suffered heavy losses. When the court needs to comfort them, they cannot be let go just because of the troops of the mission. No funeral will be held! If there is anything wrong, please forgive me! If you speak evil words and abuse wantonly, you will lose your identity, and it will also be a slap in the face of us Daxiao people!"
When he said this, he chuckled, "When you hit the people of Xiao in the face, you hit the prince in the face. The prince of a country has been slapped in the face by you. How can you still have the nerve to talk to me about hospitality here?" Or is it that you, the guests, are sent as envoys to Da Xiao just to bully the people of Da Xiao? With all due respect, those who would do this must be our enemies of Da Xiao, not our guests!"
