"clang!"
The huge bronze bell hanging in the palace was rung by several men together, and the sound of the bell instantly enveloped the entire imperial city.
After the first bell, the drums began to sound.
At the same time, Yan Jiaoran slowly sat on the emperor's dragon throne.
Led by Murong Yanran, the ministers shouted "Long live the emperor" three times.
It was not until Yan Jiaoran uttered the words "stand up" that the sound of bells and drums stopped.
well--
When will we stop using these useless formalities?
Mr. Qin actually doesn't understand.
I feel like it doesn't do anything, it's just to satisfy one's vanity, right?
After a long set of formalities that lasted as long as possible, Qin Yuan yawned several times and finally got to the point.
"Summon the Tibetan envoys to the court!"
Voices were relayed one after another, and several envoys with obviously different appearances came to the court under the guidance of guards.
The three envoys, one chief and two deputy, bowed down before Yan Jiaoran's majesty as soon as they came in and performed a great salute.
"Pul, the Tibetan envoy, pays homage to the Holy Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
The civil and military officials on both sides couldn't help but nod secretly.
This time, the Tubo envoy was very tactful. Not only did he keep a very humble attitude, he also did not propose any competition or test questions in public.
It seems that the proud record of defeating the Huns and killing the Chanyu is still able to scare people.
Qin Yuan frowned slightly.
Good job.
Complimenting right from the start?
The person this time is no ordinary person, and he has big plans.
"Messengers, please stand up."
Yan Jiaoran could hardly suppress the smile on her face.
Poole slowly stood up and performed the highest Tibetan etiquette towards Yan Jiaoran to show his respect.
Then he said, "This humble servant has come here on the orders of our country's new king, Songtsen Gampo, to present a letter of credence."
"May Your Majesty live a long and healthy life and remain forever beautiful."
After saying this, he asked his servant to hand over a gift list.
Ten hu of pearls and a pair of jade horses.
Yan Jiaoran, the spendthrift woman, really lived up to expectations. She immediately waved her hand and returned the generous gift.
A thousand pieces of silk and two jade screens.
Qin Yuan, who was behind the scenes, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"well--"
Why didn’t there exist such a child who was willing to spend money and was taken advantage of in the previous life?
You give him a red envelope of 8.8 yuan, and he waves his hand and gives you a huge sum of 88 yuan in return.
Oh, no, there was such a "big fool" in your previous life, but he was a fraudster and could make you lose everything.
Yan Jiaoran smiled brightly, "Your Excellency, you have come so far and must have taken great pains. Please convey my regards to your country's Zamp."
Poole bowed again and thanked him: "I obey your command. Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty."
When the historian saw this, he immediately wrote on the paper, full of praise.
When all nations come to pay tribute, they, as the subjects, naturally feel honored.
Then Poole took out a document wrapped in red silk.
"Your Majesty, the Holy Emperor of the Great Zhou, this is a letter personally written by the Zamp, and I have specially ordered this minister to present it to you."
Yan Jiaoran's expression froze and she sat up straight. Then, the female official who was waiting on the side hurried down the golden steps and took the letter of credence from Poole with both hands.
The content of this letter is also very simple.
He mainly praised Yan Jiaoran, and probably used all the idioms he knew, exaggerating the strength of the Zhou Dynasty and the wisdom and virtue of the emperor.
Anyone who sees this tone will probably feel elated, right?
Then he said a few more words briefly, saying that Tubo was living in a poor and remote area, was weak and had difficulty surviving, and hoped to live in peace with the Great Zhou and achieve win-win results through mutual trade.
Yan Jiaoran had anticipated this, so she calmly set the letter aside and said with a smile, "Your country's Zamp hopes that Tubo and the Great Zhou can achieve a peaceful and win-win situation, and never again resort to war."
"That's actually what I meant."
Yan Jiaoran smiled slyly and continued, "Tubosa and the Great Zhou should maintain friendly relations for generations, allowing the people under their rule to live and work in peace and contentment, so as to achieve a long-lasting prosperity."
Big fat sheep, here I come!
In her eyes, the people downstairs were not envoys at all, but fat sheep!
As for the signing of the letter of credence and the peaceful coexistence of the two sides.
Are you kidding me?
There are simply too many covenants, oaths, and letters of credence throughout history.
When needed, it is a symbol of friendship.
When you don't need it, it's just a more expensive piece of toilet paper.
The winner takes all.
Whoever wins gets the pen and is responsible for writing the history books.
After hearing what Yan Jiaoran said, Poole was overjoyed. He immediately knelt on the ground again and kowtowed:
"This humble servant will convey the words of His Majesty the Holy Emperor of the Great Zhou to the Zanpu word for word."
"I believe that the Zamp will certainly kowtow to your majesty every day in Tubo, just like my subordinates, to express gratitude for your kindness."
"May Tibet and the Great Zhou be in friendship forever, with no more wars!"
I don’t know how long it took, but the process of pretending to smile and praising each other was finally over.
Next was the emperor’s banquet.
According to convention, the envoys would move to a side hall to eat with some important officials of the court.
This is not an ordinary dinner party, nor is it just a simple meal.
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the dining hall was often the real battlefield.
This was a bloodless and smokeless confrontation.
After all, when people are drunk, if something unpleasant happens, they have a legitimate excuse.
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