Outside Bei'anmen Gate in the capital city.
The large contingent of officials in red robes stood in neat rows, facing the official road to the north, solemnly.
At this time, soldiers from the North and South Camps had already cleared the road, and pedestrians and vehicles were not allowed to pass. The road stretched for ten miles to the north, and on both sides of the road, there was a soldier with a weapon standing every five feet.
The officials in red robes craned their necks, gazing at the official road, awaiting the arrival of the Loulan delegation.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Wang Jiayin, the Minister of Rites, quietly turned his head and whispered to Wu Mengxu, the Vice Minister of Rites beside him, "Why hasn't the Imperial Preceptor arrived yet?"
"Reporting to your Excellency, I have already sent someone to urge them on," Wu Mengxu replied softly.
Wu Mengxu was newly promoted, and Wang Jiayin was not entirely at ease with his work, so he sent someone to the Imperial Preceptor's residence to urge him on...
The previous Vice Minister of Rites was Zhang Sheng. Zhang Sheng resigned along with the Left Chancellor Mu Xianke that time, and was dismissed from office by the Empress.
...
"ah!"
Qin Chuan suddenly woke up and looked at his gold watch; it was almost noon.
After a slight start, I calmed down when I realized that I could make the trip with the motorcycle.
He looked at his wife, who was still fast asleep, and secretly shook his head with amusement.
She was absolutely crazy last night, she took it four times!
I have to admire my own skills; with all 360 moves memorized, how could my wife not be happy...?
However, four times is a bit too many, but luckily I had prepared goji berry tea in advance.
After taking a couple of sips of goji berry tea, Qin Chuan slowly got up, dressed, and went out, without waking Su Ruyan at all...
"Waaaaah—!"
The motorcycle sped away in a flash!
"Grand Preceptor! Grand Preceptor!"
The Ministry of Rites personnel who arrived on horseback saw the Imperial Preceptor disappear in a flash on some kind of vehicle and began to shout.
Qin Chuan didn't hear him and rode his motorcycle directly to the outside of Bei'an Gate.
...
at this time.
Outside Bei'an Gate, Wu Mengxu, the Vice Minister of Justice, was shocked to see Qin Chuan approaching on a motorcycle. He exclaimed to Wang Jiayin, the Minister of Justice, "My lord, look! What kind of mount is the Imperial Preceptor riding?!"
Wang Jiayin was also greatly shocked when he saw it: "It is as fast as the wind and as swift as lightning. Is this a monster?"
Qin Chuan performed two impressive turns and drifts in front of the officials from the Ministry of Rites before finally parking his motorcycle in an open space.
All the officials stared at Qin Chuan in astonishment. "Grand Preceptor, what is this?"
Qin Chuan got off the motorcycle and said, "You can just call this Iron Horse. It's a mode of transportation that I invented."
"Iron Horse?"
The ministers wanted to ask more questions, but then they heard a report that the Loulan delegation was already five miles away and was on its way.
Everyone fell silent. Qin Chuan stood at the front of the line, quietly waiting for the Loulan delegation to arrive...
After waiting for about 15 minutes, finally...
A group of over a hundred people, all dressed in exotic clothing, came towards them.
Leading the group was a small squad of Loulan soldiers, armed with weapons, dressed in white robes, with green headscarves, deep-set eyes, high noses, and eyes that were either blue or brown. They were weathered and worn from the long journey and had no morale.
Following the soldiers were the Loulan princess and the high priest riding camels, a young general in white robes with a sword at his side, and Loulan merchants, also riding camels.
The reason for riding camels is to cross the desert, which stretches for hundreds of miles, and only camels can pass through it smoothly.
Princess Loulan was dressed in a red dress and red skirt, with a red veil that revealed only her two blue eyes. Her fingers were adorned with jade rings, and her skirt was also covered with ornaments that jingled.
After being helped down from the camel by her accompanying maid, Princess Loulan headed towards Qin Chuan.
His official robe was the most eye-catching thing there, and the other party naturally recognized him as the Imperial Preceptor at a glance.
Princess Loulan was tall and outstanding. A gentle breeze blew, lifting the red veil on her face, revealing a beautiful face full of exotic charm to Qin Chuan.
She has a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and three-dimensional features, making her face full of allure.
Princess Loulan walked up to Qin Chuan but did not speak; she simply looked at him.
Qin Chuan was taken aback. Why are you looking at me like that?
"I don't speak your language. Just say what you want to say, or don't say anything at all."
Seeing Qin Chuan speak so calmly, the Loulan princess's emerald eyes narrowed slightly. She pursed her thin red lips and actually spoke in Chinese: "Your Highness, the Imperial Preceptor, according to the rules of Loulan, my status and position are higher than yours, so you should pay your respects first..."
At this moment, the young general behind Princess Loulan stepped forward. He was also wearing a green turban and angrily said, "The Grand Preceptor of the Great Gan is rude and arrogant! If he does not pay his respects, he will not be forgiven!"
He also spoke Mandarin, but not very fluently.
It's inexplicably funny.
"Why are you so hot-tempered? Did you eat gunpowder?" Qin Chuan retorted without hesitation. "My country has a population of 40 million, 13 provinces, 500 prefectures, and 1,300 counties. Your Loulan is just a small country with a population of 3 million. How dare you be so presumptuous in front of my national advisor? Don't you know your own limitations? Do you really think I should bow first? Do you really think you're something special?"
"You..." General Loulan glared at Qin Chuan.
At this moment, officials from the Ministry of Rites gathered around, their faces beaming, bowing and offering compliments.
"Grand Preceptor, please calm down. Loulan has always maintained diplomatic relations with our country, so we should be magnanimous and treat them with courtesy!" Wang Jiayin said with a smile.
"Didn't you see that they were the ones who were rude first?" Qin Chuan said unhappily.
"The Imperial Advisor is right. Then let's put this matter behind us. We should still treat them with courtesy!" Minister Wang continued with a smile.
Treat him with courtesy, not like you would treat your mother!
Qin Chuan hadn't slept well to begin with, and suddenly felt a bit irritated, but remembering that the Empress had instructed him to discuss business, he had no choice but to suppress his anger.
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