Two days after leaving Zhuozhou, the delegation arrived at its destination Yanjing. No one noticed that there were two missing people in the delegation - Luo Sheer and Li Cheng. The reason for choosing Li Cheng to accompany him was very simple. In addition to being extremely brave, he was also from Bazhou. He was on the border of Song and Liao, and he had the same language and was very familiar with the customs and cultures, which made him and Luo Sheer just suitable for him to go with him.

Looking at the towering Yanjing South Gate Tower, Zhou Ping, who was revisiting the old place, couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart. This majestic city that has been looking at the northern border for more than a hundred years is about to become the enemy's spoils. The only thing that cannot be confirmed is that the Jurchen warriors from Baishan and Black Water came into the city gate or the Han family man from the Central Plains.

"Juncheng, what are you thinking?" A voice from behind him came. In order to avoid attracting attention, he did not dress as a monk, but just wore a straight face and a leather hat on his head. He looked just an ordinary servant.

"Nothing!" Zhou Ping sighed and said, "I just feel that the day the Yanjing City was destroyed is not sure what the scene is!"

At this time, the group had already entered. The road was full of pedestrians and shops selling business. Although they were not as prosperous as Bianjing, they were a different scene from what they saw on the road these days. Zhishan saw it and heard Zhou Ping's words just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved. He was originally compassionate, otherwise he would not be willing to take the risk of running around the world. He could not speak against his conscience. After a long time, he sighed: "This Youzhou City has returned to the territory of the Song Dynasty. It has been restored for two hundred years. Even if it is a little damaged, it is better than falling into the hands of the Jin people and being poisoned by the Jurchens!"

"Yeah!" Zhou Ping nodded. Zhishan's answer seemed to inject a lot of strength into his heart. He kicked the horse's belly and drove the mount forward.

The mission's schedule for the first few days in Yanjing City was filled with a series of feasts and etiquette. The Liao and Song dynasties had already formed a very complex set of clear and unspoken rules for more than a hundred years. If Zhou Ping's identity did not need to be understood when he came to Yanjing once, then he would not be able to escape this time. Only then did he be surprised to find that Monk Wu Zhishan was no less than the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was in charge of Zhao Zong. Zhou Ping had to spend his greatest energy on modeling.

Fan and the others came forward to avoid making any jokes, so that three days passed and they had not found a chance to be alone with Li Chuwen. They had no choice but to take a plan prepared before departure to inform Zhao Zong and ask him to work together. When Xiao Huaidan came the next day, Zhao Zong said to the other party seriously: "Grandpa Xiao, we have an important matter in our family. I have to ask you to hand it over!" While he was speaking, Zhou Ping took out a document and handed it to Xiao Huaidan.

"I dare to ask, but what's the matter? That's so important?" Xiao Huaidan took the document and felt a sudden slap in his heart. He naturally knew that the Southern Dynasty's mission had bad intentions, but the situation was stronger than others. The important task of him, the "receptionist", was to not cause trouble. At this time, he saw Zhao Zong taking out the document for no reason, for fear of causing trouble.

"It's really an important matter!" Zhao Zong smiled and said, "The day after tomorrow is the anniversary of my pilgrimage to the Queen Mother Ci Qin Chen. I originally wanted to use a large temple to set up a sacrifice in your hometown. After the two dynasties have communicated with envoys, it is reasonable to notify your dynasty and send personnel to accompany you to sacrifice. This is a way to be friendly and happy. I would like to ask the three to bring this document to your king to know."

"So that's it!" Xiao Huaidan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and hurriedly said, "Your dynasty is the taboo of the mother of the country. This dynasty should fulfill the rituals of this great ceremony. How dare I make any mistakes? I will report to my emperor after I go back!" In order not to give the Song delegation a chance to find fault, he added with a smile: "It is better to be in the North Pole Temple. The entourage has something to do. The North Pole Temple is the largest temple in Yanjing. The place is spacious and there are many monks. Only when you go there to set up a layup can you deserve the identity of the Empress Dowager of your country."

"If this is the case, then I'll bother Mr. Xiao!"

"If the envoy agrees, a certain family will first report to Your Majesty. The arrangement will be made tomorrow morning, and the care of all colors will be done solemnly and thoughtfully. The envoy will be relieved!" After solving a problem, Xiao Huaidan was very happy. He patted his chest hard and almost slapped his chest.

"In this way, I thanked Mr. Xiao for his kindness on behalf of me!" Zhao Zong bowed to Xiao Huaidan with a smile.

"You can't take it, you can't take it!" Xiao Huaidan hurriedly got up, not daring to accept Zhao Zong's courtesy, and said with a smile: "I'll leave first, let's sit down!"

Looking at Xiao Huaidan's back, the smile on Zhao Zong's face gradually disappeared. He turned around and said coldly to Zhou Ping: "Deputy Envoy Zhou, a certain family has set up the stage. It will be up to you how to perform tomorrow!"

"Not to be taken!" Zhou Ping smiled and said, "On the day of the sacrifice, please hold others and let the villain say a few words to the Liao Prime Minister Li Chuwen!"

Zhao Zong snorted coldly, without answering, and turned around and walked out. I wonder if he had heard Zhou Ping's words.

It seemed to be to fully demonstrate his own neighborly and good fortune to the Song side. The small court in Yanjing City showed amazing efficiency. After being infected with illness, Yelu Chun immediately issued a decree after listening to Xiao Huaidan's face on his bed: "The anniversary of the anniversary of the Song Dynasty, Empress Dowager Chen, the civil and military officials above the fifth rank should go to the North Pole Temple to pay tribute to the North Pole Temple." The scope of participating in the rituals was expanded to officials above the fifth rank, which obviously exceeded the level of social rituals that the two dynasties should have during the promotion period, as if it was a reminder of the Northern Song court far away in Tokyo, how unwise it would be to destroy the alliance with a civilized country like the Liao Kingdom that acted according to etiquette.

On the morning of the third day, Zhou Ping and his group arrived at the North Pole Temple early. The civil and military officials of the Liao Kingdom arrived one after another, with their carriages and white horses, which were so popular that they filled the surrounding streets. Zhao Zong did indeed try his best to socialize with many Liao officials. Zhou Ping couldn't help but admire him secretly. Not to mention anything else, just with the ability to deal with the crowd, he would never be able to practice in his life.

"Gate Li!" With a long reputation, Zhou Ping's attention suddenly became concentrated. He immediately recognized the person he was looking for from the crowd. He walked to Zhao Zong and coughed. Zhao Zong walked forward knowingly, and intentionally or unintentionally intercepted several Liao officials behind him and spoke. Zhou Ping took the opportunity to come forward, and a Liao receptionist introduced each other. Li Chuwen took a step forward and delivered a respectful speech: "'Give me a greeting; today is the anniversary of the anniversary of the Queen Mother Chen of the Gui Dynasty. The Empress should have been to mourn, but the king was sick and the queen was in charge of the decoction and was not allowed to leave. He specially sent a subordinate to accompany the sacrifice. For those who are disrespectful, I still beg the ambassador to forgive me!"

After saying this high-sounding diplomatic rhetoric, he took Zhou Ping's hand and used a self-esteem attitude that looked both like pleasing and treating his younger generations, and did not lose his identity as an elder intimate manner. He smiled and said, "I have heard of the name of a man for a long time. Today I have to see the style and comfort my life's wish!"

"It's indeed an old fox. He said a few polite words with sincerity, but it seems that he has been a friend of mine for many years!" Zhou Ping thought to himself: "There are so many people here, I'm afraid this guy will be scruples and it's hard to say confidential words. It's better to find a secret place to talk!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Pingfu looked quite moved, reached out to hold Li Chuwen's right arm and said, "It is because Zhou Mou was lucky to be praised by Li Xiang in his three lives. It is very windy here, so why not let me go to the tea room next to me to sit for a while!"

"Okay!" Li Chuwen looked at the sunlight shining in the outside room. It was still a long time before the salute was delivered.

On the right side of the main hall of the Arctic Temple, there is a very solemn and beautiful monk's dormitory, which is used to entertain the Liao officials who came to burn incense. Zhou and Li came in and sat down with the host and greeted each other. Li Chuwen was obviously very good at this. After saying a few words, Zhou Ping was not sure about it at all. So Zhou Ping decided to take the risk to stir up first and see what trump card the other party had.

"'This Arctic Temple is built in a grand scale and beautiful manner,'Ma Kuo intended to inspire him,'When I was in Tokyo, I heard your family talk about its reputation. When I saw it today, it was indeed worthy of its reputation.'

‘The lower officials have long heard that Tokyo Xianglan is gorgeous and solemn, and unparalleled in the country. Even though the Arctic Temple here is grand, it is really different from Xianglan when compared with Xianglan. ‘At this point, Li Chuwen suddenly realized that he was too humble and had already insulted the country’s body, so he hurriedly remedy it. ‘In the past, I read the Yongning Temple and Yongning Tower mentioned in the "Luoyang Galan Record" and wanted to see the manpower and material resources of the Northern Dynasties. Even though there were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, none of them could be compared with Yongning Temple. ‘In the past, I read the Yongning Temple and Yongning Tower mentioned in the "Luoyang Galan Record" and wanted to see the manpower and material resources of the Northern Dynasties.’

Seeing that the "Arctic Temple" and "your family" did not arouse the other party's reaction, Zhou Ping frowned. He was about to use more direct words when two Liao officials came in outside. He had to swallow the words back into his stomach.

Not long after, the time for the ceremony was coming. At this time, the hall was already bright and the candle was shining with incense. Zhou Ping directed his deacons to carry out their own tasks. At the same time, the civil and military officials of the Liao side were arranged in the outer hall according to their ranks. He walked to the shrine with the priest alone to pick up incense, and then praised by the priest loudly: "Accompany the priest Li to pick up incense!"

Li Chuwen took solemn steps and, under the guidance of the ceremony department, went straight to the front of the desk. At this time, the rest of the people were outside, and the distance was quite far away, and their sight was blocked by layers of banners, curtains, large incense burners, candelabras and foggy cigarettes. Zhou Ping winked and asked Zanli to stand a little further. He and Li Chuwen stood side by side, only a short distance between them.

"If you want to make it clear with Li Chuwen alone, this is probably the last chance!" Zhou Ping thought to himself. He bent down and pretended to be incense, and lowered his voice: "Let your cousin Ma Zhi send a message to his subordinates. Ten years ago, he and his subordinates and fathers set up alliances in front of this shrine, swearing together to live and die, and never Don't forget wealth. Have you forgotten your subordinates? " (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!

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