"Hey, your majesty is wise, your majesty is wise."
"Then I would be rude, sir. Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Old minister, I am also rude. Thank you, Your Majesty."
"His Royal Highness King Wuyi, I am used to smoking my own tobacco. Please let me have a taste of your tobacco."
"I want you to have some, I want you to have some. Your Majesty said it is good tobacco. His Highness King Wuyi, your tobacco must be good. Let me have a taste of it."
"It's true, then I should try some."
Song Yu hummed a few times and stretched out his cigarette rod directly in front of Song Qing.
He really couldn't let go of his son calling himself a lower official in front of everyone.
Song Qing was not a stingy person, so he pinched handfuls of shredded tobacco from his tobacco bag and gave them to others to distribute.
After a while, the pavilion became filled with smoke as everyone puffed away.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the old smokers in front of him, picked up the tea and rinsed the bitter taste in his mouth.
"You all tell me your own opinions. Who among you has a different idea about what I mean?"
"Your Majesty, the veteran minister has no objections.
But it's not like your character to agree to the Japanese mission's request.
The number of these soldiers and equipment is worth a lot of money."
Chapter completed!