People from all over the world pay homage to the emperor

The imperial master really didn't have the talent to make soups. That bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling soup was really too sweet.

Fortunately, it is non-toxic and harmless and will not cause his car to crash. Ji Mingxiu still tightly grasped the white porcelain spoon to suppress the expression that was about to collapse on his face, and said against his conscience.

"Not bad...thank you, Imperial Master..."

As soon as Ji Mingxiu finished speaking, the light in Su Yuanbai's eyes became brighter. He curled the corners of his lips, thinking that what the book said was indeed helpful.

"Then I will do it for Your Majesty every day from now on."

"No! Don't bother the Imperial Master!"

Ji Mingxiu waved his hands in fear. How can I live with this being bothering me every day?

"No trouble."

Su Yuanbai pursed her lips and recalled the contents of the book. With an idea in mind, she carefully stepped forward and gently held Ji Mingxiu's hand, looking at him tenderly.

"It's no trouble to make soup for your majesty."

…………

Ji Mingxiu gave up resistance helplessly.

Enough, destroy it.

After that day, Su Yuanbai really made a dessert every day and sent it to the Qinzheng Hall.

Although the taste is still as sweet as before, it is not completely without benefits.

Ji Mingxiu faced Su Yuanbai's expectant gaze and poked the delicious food on the jade plate with chopsticks until it was unrecognizable. Then he gritted his teeth and swallowed a piece.

At least Zuo Cheng never came to Qinzheng Hall again in order to avoid eating dark food. Even if he had important matters to discuss, he would definitely solve them on the way and would never step into Qinzheng Hall.

Well, a blessing in disguise. What I am eating is not dessert, but the bright future of getting rid of the shackles of the prime minister and successfully taking control of the government.

Time flies and seasons change.

The cold frost of the third month of autumn suddenly turned into the sharp north wind of winter, turning the entire Tiandu City gray and white.

Following the winter comes the Wanchaohui, which is held every three years. The vassal states of the Great Xuan Dynasty come to Tiandu to pay tribute, which is an absolutely major event.

However, the outcome of the war between Daxuan and the Xiongnu is still undecided, and all countries are in a wait-and-see state, ready to act at any time. This Wanchao Conference is actually a battlefield full of crises.

According to the rules, the diplomatic envoys of various countries had to be checked ten miles outside the Tiandu City, and then they would be brought into the Tiandu by the Daxuan Dynasty's extradition officers after the Jiangji ceremony. After entering the Tiandu, they would all be arranged in the Dianke Office under the Honglu Temple, and finally they could enter the Jinluan Hall in order of rank to meet the emperor and pay tribute.

The complexity of the process and the strict hierarchy are truly shocking.

After more than two months of hard work, the formal tribute process was finally completed. After that, a large number of vassal states would return to Tiandu, and only a small number of vassal states that were favored by the emperor would stay in Tiandu until the end of the New Year.

Although the rules during this period are much simpler than before, it is also the real competition arena for this Wanchao Conference.

Zuo Chengfu.

"Sir, the identity of one person in the Xixia delegation has not yet been ascertained."

The guards tremblingly handed over the list of the Western Xia delegation.

"Xixia?"

Li Qingyun leaned on the couch, tapping the table with his index finger, staring at the blank space, as if thinking about something.

In terms of national strength, Xixia used to be in the most awkward position, not as good as the top but better than the bottom, and it was not easy to be caught in the middle. But now that Daxuan and the Xiongnu have fought, Xixia has become the biggest beneficiary.

In this situation, the safest option is to keep the troops in place, but Xixia wants to bring people in.

unless……

Li Qingyun's eyes darkened. Now that the vassal states had left and the order in Tiandu was stable, the best time to take action had long passed.

He frowned irritably as he looked at the guard kneeling under the couch, and did not ask the meaningless question of "Why didn't you inform me earlier?"

"Tell them to hold their ground and not to stir up trouble. Also, whoever is responsible for this matter, take the punishment yourself."

"……yes."

The guard tried his best to calm down his shaking voice and quickly left the room.

Outside the window, the evening snow is falling, illuminating the moon, and the cold wind is blowing strongly and sadly.

Inside the palace.

The dancers who brought tribute to Loulan were dressed in bright red clothes, and were extremely beautiful. The golden bells swayed as they danced lightly and gracefully. Their beautiful dance moves were leisurely and soft, and their every frown and smile made them look like fairies who brought disaster to the country and the people.

After the dance ended, she performed a standard bow with delicate dance steps, and her captivating eyes were fixed on Ji Mingxiu and never left.

"His Majesty."

The Loulan envoy stood up, saluted, and spoke respectfully.

"This is our Loulan's peerless dancer, her appearance and dancing skills are unparalleled in the world, and she is specially presented to Your Majesty this time."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly dropped and became unusually cold.

"Ahem, Qiu Ling."

Ji Mingxiu winked at Qiu Ling, and he immediately understood and took the dancer away.

This Loulan really makes me embarrassed.

The wind was clear, the moon was bright, and the night was dark. Fortunately, there were no incidents during the rest of the banquet, and it ended peacefully and prosperously.

Ji Mingxiu's back and waist ached from sitting in the main hall, so he abandoned the sedan chair and planned to walk back to the Qianqing Palace, but he was stopped on the way.

"National Master?"

Ji Mingxiu looked at Su Yuanbai in front of him with confusion, as if something was not right.

Not only did the Imperial Master not hold up an umbrella, but he also behaved strangely and had a dazed look in his eyes.

He moved closer to see what was going on, but saw Su Yuanbai's body stiffen, he suddenly held his breath, and then tightly grasped his wrist.

"His Majesty!"

Qiu Ling was startled and wanted to step forward to stop it.

"Nothing."

Ji Mingxiu stretched out a hand and gently patted the back of Qiu Ling's hand. At such a close distance, the cold fragrance on the national teacher's body was completely covered by the clear and empty smell of alcohol.

"The Imperial Master must be drunk. I will just send him back to Chaoyue Palace."

"yes."

Qiu Ling lowered her eyes to hide the strange look in her eyes, and her right hand unconsciously stroked the back of her hand that had just been touched by Ji Mingxiu.

"I am not drunk."

Su Yuanbai pursed his lips and retorted.

"Then let me go first, Imperial Master."

"No."

Su Yuanbai never drinks, and this is the first time in Ji Mingxiu's life that he has seen him drunk. He was a little amused and confused.

"Then I will go back with the Imperial Master."

"good."