After everyone took their seats in the side hall, the sounds of singing and dancing began, and fine wine and delicious food were served one by one.

During the banquet, all the ministers composed poems and couplets in the Bailiang style, with each sentence using rhyme, and each showed off their talent. It was indeed a brilliant literary style, showing their elegance.

What Qin Yuan did not expect was that Pu'er, the Tibetan envoy, was actually quite good at poetry and could compose and sing poems in harmony with the ministers of the Great Zhou.

Obviously, he has put a lot of hard work into this aspect.

Is there really nothing wrong with trying to please the emperor and his ministers of the Great Zhou?

Qin Yuan would never believe such nonsense as the foreign barbarians longed for the Central Plains culture and studied the Four Books and Five Classics every day.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.

It seems that the purpose of this diplomatic mission may not be as simple as imagined.

What exactly did Songtsen Gampo want?

The enemy has already begun studying and integrating into your culture.

If he is harmless and has no ulterior motives.

This is neither logical nor consistent with historical experience.

Qin Yuan looked at the information in his hand, which was received three months ago, and fell into deep thought. He said to Jinlian who was serving him in his arms.

"Lian'er, please send someone to check again. I need to know the latest situation in Tubo."

"good."

Jinlian nodded slightly, and her figure disappeared in the back hall as if floating in the breeze.

The Tibetan intelligence network has just been established, so it is normal if there are some loopholes.

As long as the Great Zhou army blocks all the roads coming down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the small number of Tibetans will not be able to cause trouble.

Let’s deal with it as it happens.

"Junior brother, why are you sitting here alone?"

Qin Yuan turned his head and saw Wei Wuyin standing at the door.

When did this old guy sneak out?

How did he know I was here?

"How can I, a mere prefect of Jingzhou, be qualified to drink with the envoy?"

Qin Yuan glanced at him and said unhappily.

"No, no, no, I can't face anyone if you say that." Wei Wuyin immediately showed a look of panic. "Junior brother, you are the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. How can you drink alone in this dark little hall instead of sitting next to His Majesty?"

Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at him and asked, "Why are you here with me instead of accompanying the envoy in reciting poems and writing couplets?"

Wei Wuyin walked over carefree and sat down next to Qin Yuan, saying with a smile: "It's so boring to be so hypocritical and welcoming people in front. It's better for you to be at ease here, Junior Brother."

"How do you know I'm here?" Qin Yuan asked.

Wei Wuyin smiled faintly, "I noticed that His Majesty's eyes were wandering and he was fidgeting during the banquet. I thought there must be something mysterious going on. As soon as he came out, he saw the figure of Commander Jinlian."

"This time, we can guess who is here even with our feet."

"Eh? Junior brother, why aren't you eating?"

"At least have a drink. Let me tell you, this Tusu wine nourishes Qi and yang, dispels wind and cold, wards off evil spirits and eliminates epidemics. There's a saying: 'The Zhou envoys came with a thousand cavalrymen, with emerald Tusu and parrot cups...'"

Wei Wuyin immediately put his arms around Qin Yuan's neck and began to urge him to drink.

Qin Yuan raised his cup helplessly and said with a smile: "Then you have to join me for a drink?"

"Come, drink!"

Wei Wuyin poured himself a glass.

Tu Su wine is a medicinal wine. It doesn’t taste very good, but when it enters the stomach, it warms the stomach and is quite comfortable.

"I've had my fill of wine. Tell me, what's the matter that brought you here?"

Qin Yuan went straight to the point.

"It seems that the Tibetans this time are a little too honest." Wei Wuyin suppressed his laughter and said worriedly.

"Isn't it better to be honest? After handing over the credentials, let's have a meal. It's good for you, me, and everyone." Qin Yuan shrugged.

"Junior brother, stop messing around. We're serious." Wei Wuyin said sternly, "Diplomatic relations are no small matter. This can easily affect hundreds of thousands of civilians and soldiers at the border. We must be cautious."

"Don't be anxious, senior brother. We haven't finished our meal yet. You can't open champagne at halftime." Qin Yuan said with a smile.

Champagne at halftime?

What's the meaning?

Wei Wuyin frowned, but didn't take it to heart.

My junior fellow apprentice has this shortcoming, he often says things that are confusing, although generally it does not affect understanding.

"Junior brother, are you saying that the Tibetans will still make a move?"

Qin Yuan replied, "Of course they will. Otherwise, why would such a large delegation travel such a long distance just to deliver a letter of credence?"

"Brother, if I tell you this, do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Wei Wuyin spread his hands helplessly, "They are so honest and don't cause any trouble. I really can't feel at ease."

The two were talking.

Poole's face was flushed, obviously he had drunk a lot of wine.

He stood up unsteadily, bowed to Yan Jiaoran and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty the Holy Emperor!"

"The culture of the Great Zhou is extensive and profound, and it truly opens my eyes."

"oh?"

Yan Jiaoran put down her chopsticks, and a smug gleam suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Puer continued, "To be honest, Your Majesty, our Zanpu has long admired the culture of the Great Zhou."

"He even went down the mountain himself and invited several teachers back to the palace to teach and study day and night."

"On a daily basis, the Zamp always told me, 'The culture of the Great Zhou is incomparably noble. We must study diligently, so that the Tibetan people can live and work in peace and contentment.'"

Hearing this, Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but puff out her chest, her tone full of pride.

"I didn't expect that your country's Zamp is such a studious person."

"Your Majesty, the Holy Emperor is very kind." Puer bowed again. "To be honest, Your Majesty, the Zanpu always has a copy of the Analects by his bedside or on his desk. Whenever he encounters a problem in governing the country, he always reads the words of Confucius."

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