The true identity of the "Third in Command" is Nan Youchen Wang Tangxi Lu, and the title of scholar is just a trick used by the "Third in Command" to deceive him.
And he was really deceived.
Damn it, how can time travel also lead to a decrease in intelligence?
Yan Cheng fastened the new belt fiercely, his eyes deep.
Tangxi Lu, you liar, a big liar, this matter is not over yet.
When Yan Cheng returned to the palace banquet again, he had adjusted his mentality. It didn't matter that he was deceived once. He could deceive back next time.
In the main hall, the song and dance troupe brought by the Nanyou delegation was performing. The lead dancer was extremely beautiful and had an extremely flexible figure.
Yan Cheng paused for a moment when he saw the dancers dancing gracefully, and couldn't help but wonder if Nan You did it on purpose, or if she did it on purpose.
Last year, all the dancers at the palace's New Year's Eve banquet were assassins hired by the remnants of the previous dynasty. After two months of fermentation, everyone who should know about this matter knows it.
How could Nan You not know about this?
I'm afraid they deliberately created a song and dance troupe similar to last year's assassin group to provoke them?
"Brother, did anything important happen while I was away?"
There was singing and dancing. Yan Cheng, who had changed into a moon-white robe, sat down again. Seeing the Seventh Prince looking at him, he asked a question casually.
The previously wet table had been cleaned by the palace maid, and a new pot of wine was placed on the table.
Yan Cheng was thirsty, so he poured a glass of wine and drank it. After the wine entered his mouth, Yan Cheng couldn't help but smacking his lips.
"water?"
Yan Cheng looked at the clear water in the wine glass in surprise and suspicion. The wine tasted so light, could it be fake?
The Seventh Prince said calmly, "Yes, it's just water. I saw that you are not used to drinking alcohol, so I asked the palace maid to change a pot of water for you."
I see.
Yan Cheng felt warm in his heart and smiled at the Seventh Prince. He really didn't like the taste of wine. It was still his brother who observed carefully.
He looked at the wine glass on the Seventh Prince's desk, wondering if it contained water or wine. The Seventh Prince said frankly, "Mine is also water. I'm not used to drinking wine either."
The intriguing song and dance stopped, and no one noticed that Emperor Jingxi at the top of the table gently exhaled a breath.
On New Year's Eve, Emperor Jingxi was not injured because of the timely appearance of the shadow guard. However, he was frightened by the soft sword that stabbed in front of his eyes and his heart almost stopped.
Until now, every time Emperor Jingxi saw a beautiful dancer, he would think of the assassin who almost hurt him with a soft sword.
Emperor Jingxi suffered from a short-term PTSD due to the dancers, and during this period, all the concubines in the harem who were good at dancing fell out of favor.
The national strength of Daxia and Nanyou is similar. If the king of Nanyou had not died unexpectedly, Nanyou would have taken the initiative to seek peace.
In fact, few people in Nanyou were satisfied with the proactive request for peace before the New Year.
The Nanyou delegation came this time not only to deliver hostages and princesses for marriage, but also to test Daxia. After all, they are ambitious and want to unify the world.
Not long after the song and dance ended, Tang Xilu stood up, bowed, and said loudly:
"I've heard that Daxia has a flourishing literary scene, boasting countless renowned scholars and talented individuals. Although Lu's cousin is young, he has studied poetry and literature since childhood, and even passed the imperial examination at a young age. Would it be possible for him to exchange ideas with one of Daxia's talented individuals?"
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