The next day, Meng Xinghe went to the palace in high spirits to attend the morning court. He was so ecstatic at the last night of spring night. You can tell from the expression on Meng Xinghe's face that it must have been too wonderful.
The whole morning was uneventful. Half an hour later, Meng Xinghe came out of the Tai Chi Hall and walked to the Siyi Pavilion.
As of today, I am afraid that all the foreign envoys who should come but do not want to come have arrived at the Siyi Pavilion. As the reception envoy, Meng Xinghe naturally has to focus on this.
When we arrived at the Siyi Pavilion, it was indeed much more lively than yesterday. Many envoys from far away had already led a long convoy and lined up outside the Siyi Pavilion to wait for the Tang Dynasty officials in the front pavilion to check in. They also You know the rules, and no one is trying to jump in line. They all go in in order.
"Hey, if I were a tiger," Meng Xinghe sighed, and walked towards the Seyi Pavilion with the mighty motorcade.
As I walked, I was thinking about whether I should hold a big banquet in the Siyi Pavilion tonight to welcome these people who had come from thousands of miles away. This was just a small break, and I thought that I had not made any mistakes while walking. Meng Xinghe, who was looking at someone, suddenly felt something hit his back. He turned around instinctively, with murderous intent already in his eyes.
Fuck you uncle, you dare to hit me with a piece of cake, you don’t want to live, do you?
Looking at the man behind him who was wearing "beggar's gang" clothes, Meng Xinghe actually didn't move a step. He stood in front of their cavalry, blocking his progress, and looked at those who were still happy with a rather provocative look. The man said: "Who didn't have fucking eyes just now and dared to throw something at me?"
That group of people didn't seem to understand Chinese. You looked at me, I looked at you, and then they grinned strangely and said something in the language that many people couldn't understand, which attracted countless looks.
"Turkic people," Meng Xinghe thought he could understand a few words after hearing the wretched old man from the Imperial College speak Turkic.
His grandma dared to scold me. Meng Xinghe, who was furious, walked to the front of the group of people, touched the tall Turkic horse standing in front of him with his hand, and said: "This beast is not bad, he can still speak."
The Turkic man who was leading the horse could not understand what Meng Xinghe said, but seeing him touching his horse, horses have a very high status in Turks, and now being touched by Meng Xinghe was like seeing his wife being possessed by another man. .
This was not just anger, but humiliation. The Turkic man on horseback immediately cursed loudly, and his face turned red. Meng Xinghe vaguely heard the words "Zhongsheng", "Sun", "Caotu" etc. coming from the Turkic man's mouth, and then The man seemed to be very angry, and he drew out the scimitar hanging on the horse with grief and anger, and it seemed that he was going to fight Meng Xinghe to the death.
"Ashina," there was a long roar, and a hoarse voice suddenly came from the huge wool felt tent carriage at the end of this group of Turkic convoys, followed by a series of awkward Turkic words. The one named Ashina The man immediately lowered his head, as if he had been taught a lesson. After a while, an old man stepped out of the mobile tent truck. He was not too old, he looked about fifty years old, and had a pair of eyes as deep as a wild wolf. , which made people shudder. He looked at Meng Xinghe who was wearing the official uniform of the Tang Dynasty. It was not appropriate for him to cause trouble here. Naturally, he said in standard Chinese: "Sir, my subordinates just now were not polite. Please help me." My lord, please forgive me."
"Forgive," Meng Xinghe laughed loudly: "It's too late. If you want me to forgive someone, it costs hundreds of thousands of taels of silver each, so there is no need to discuss it. You can go back."
It's not that Meng Xinghe's lion is talking loudly, but he will never treat anyone who dares to hit him with dry biscuits in a good manner. In this Siyi Pavilion, he is the boss. He has the final say who should stay and who should leave. , this group of Turks dared to cause trouble when they first came here, and they must be well controlled, otherwise how can they manage envoys from other countries.
Killing chickens to scare monkeys starts with this group of Turks.
The old man who came down to make peace saw that Meng Xinghe dared to be so presumptuous at such a young age. It was not that he wanted to laugh at Meng Xinghe, but that there was no need to get into trouble with a small official of the Tang Dynasty. "Where are you, Mr. Hou? Please give me my regards. , just say that the Turkic State Counselor Bi Xiao came to visit His Majesty the Emperor of your country,"
Meng Xinghe is not a fool. He knows that this Turkic Imperial Master is trying to intimidate him. Do you think you can scare me by moving Hou Wenhai, the Minister of Rites, to scare me? I have already taken away his position as a receptionist. Now he might be throwing bottles at home.
"It turns out that the Turkic Imperial Master has come all the way. Mr. Hou is ill and may not be able to come for a while," Meng Xinghe replied with a smile.
"Is your lord's son here at that time?" Bi Xiao asked again. In previous years, Hou Wenhai and his son were the receptionists in the Tang Dynasty, but now they are nowhere to be seen, but they are blocked by such a small official in front of the Siyi Pavilion. , although it was one of his own who was at fault first, but this low-ranking official was so ignorant of affairs that he did not even make the slightest step back even though he accompanied the ceremony. It must be said that this official was rather dull.
Meng Xinghe heard his question clearly and said with a smile: "The Imperial Master is talking about Hou Junji, but unfortunately, he is not here today either."
Bi Xiao was stunned on the spot. He dared to call Mr. Hou by his name. It seemed that he was not from the Ministry of Rites, but who was he?
Bi Xiao couldn't understand, but Meng Xinghe didn't let him think more clearly, saying: "The Imperial Preceptor must remember clearly what I said before, and I don't know how to treat others with mercy and mercy, like you Turks. Just tell me this, so you can do it yourself."
If I were a tiger, it would be okay to be arrogant. After saying this, Meng Xinghe walked away directly and passed through the crowd to the front of the Siyi Pavilion. He said a few words to the official in charge of registering for admission, and then walked into the pavilion gracefully. He looks quite arrogant.
The group of Turks thought that the Tang Dynasty official had been frightened away by a few words from the imperial master, so they all shouted loudly on the spot.
Bi Xiao couldn't figure out what Meng Xinghe meant just now. However, when their Turkic team was about to enter the Siyi Pavilion, they were rejected by the official in charge of registration, saying: "The receptionist just ordered that all The envoys from the Turkic countries are not allowed to receive them, because they despise the officials of the Tang Dynasty, which is tantamount to disrespect for the Holy One."
The high-sounding answer directly refused the Turkic envoys to stay in the Siyi Pavilion, which made Bi Xiao, who was standing in front of the Siyi Pavilion, suddenly silent.