Xiao Rong pointed at himself and said, "It's a reward for me."
Qu Yunmie raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then what is it to this king."
Xiao Rong smiled: "Thank you. The Buddhist disciple told me everything. I am really happy that the king can go there in person to seek peace and eliminate the misunderstanding between you and the Buddhist disciple."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
Although he knew that this matter could not be concealed, he did not expect it to be leaked so quickly. In an instant, Qu Yunmie's impression of the Buddhist decreased a little. ...
He did it himself, and Qu Yunmie had thought deeply about it before doing it. Although he still felt that Mi Jing didn't care about Xiao Rong's life or death, Xiao Rong was right. Mi Jing was useful to the Zhenbei Army, and Mi Jing was just a monk. Although he always stayed around everyone, he had no real power. So he shouldn't have gotten so angry because of his words.
What's more, Xiao Rong was determined to go to Jinling. Qu Yunmie suddenly understood what "many friends mean many roads" meant. When Xiao Rong was deep in the enemy camp, he and hundreds of thousands of troops were out of reach. On the contrary, Mi Jing, who had only fame but no strength, could make the scholars of Jinling change sides with just one letter, regard Xiao Rong as a righteous man, and protect him more.
However, thinking this through does not mean that Qu Yunmie has any good feelings towards Mi Jing. He went to Mi Jing with all his heart, and he was very reluctant to let others know about this. He always felt that if others knew about it, it would damage his masculinity. ...
Qu Yunmie lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew what Xiao Rong was going to say next. It was nothing more than praising him to the heavens and earth like Gao Xunzhi did, and asking him to do more of these respectful and courteous behaviors in the future.
But what he didn't expect was that Xiao Rong changed the subject and said, "Your Majesty, please don't do this again in the future."
Qu Yunmie: “???”
He looked up in astonishment. Could it be that he was asking for peace and was asking for it wrongly?
Xiao Rong looked at his confused look, and suddenly felt that his confused look was somewhat cute. He couldn't help but smile, and then explained to him: "There was a dispute with the subordinates, and the king went to ask for peace. This may be okay once or twice, but if it is done too much, it will make the subordinates have thoughts that they shouldn't have, and it will also make them lose their position. The correct approach should be not to argue verbally from the beginning. After all, the plate is broken, and even if it is glued back, there will still be cracks. This time it's okay that it's Fuzi, because Fuzi is different from others. For the ideal in his heart, as long as he can get what he wants, he can be loyal to people like Huang Yanjiong, so he will not hate the king because of a bad word from the king."
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
So, that bald guy didn't stay here because he trusted him, but because he saw that his place was profitable, right?
He knew that this bald man had bad intentions!
Qu Yunmie was a little shocked, because he really didn't know Mi Jing had such a character. He thought Mi Jing was so upright. But on second thought, he felt that it made sense. No wonder he didn't say a word about Xiao Rong's safety. Perhaps in Mi Jing's eyes, all people in the world are the same, without any distinction between close and distant relatives.
Qu Yunmie was reshaping his impression of the Buddha here, and Xiao Rong across from him continued to say: "In fact, even if there is no verbal dispute, as long as people get along, there will definitely be problems. At that time, if the king had an argument with his subordinates, it would be right for the king to seek peace, but it shouldn't be like this."
Qu Yunmie frowned: "What kind of peace request?"
Xiao Rong was silent for a moment. He wanted to use a more euphemistic way of saying it, but in the end he couldn't think of a more euphemistic way of saying it, so he just said it directly: "You are so sneaky and secretive, as if you are afraid of being discovered by others."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and Xiao Rong chuckled: "Why don't you let others find out? If no one finds out, who would know that the king is so open-minded? If no one knows, then wouldn't this request for peace be in vain?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
So in your eyes, asking for peace is just a fake show?
He couldn't help but say, "You just told me not to do this again."
Xiao Rong nodded, "Yes, but I also said it once or twice. It's okay. This time it's over. The next time there is such an opportunity, the king must remember to find a place where everyone is present, call that person up, and then say something to him personally. But remember, don't apologize directly. The king is the king after all. The king can feel sorry, but can't formally say the words of apology, because once the king says this, it is equivalent to morally owing the other party a favor. Does the king still remember Huang Yanqin? It's not easy to repay a favor."
At this point, Xiao Rong leaned back and said, "As for the future, there is no need for the king to come forward again. If there is a similar matter again, the king can ask me or Prime Minister Gao to come forward. When the two of us talk, the king only needs to nod. The king is the King of Zhenbei, and the apology should be done by us."
Qu Yunmie looked at him with an ambiguous look.
Xiao Rong tilted his head, thinking that he disagreed with what he said.
Qu Yunmie pursed his lips slightly and repeated what he had just said: "You mean, you have to apologize on my behalf in the future, no matter who it is?"
Xiao Rong felt that his tone was a little off, but he couldn't figure out what he meant, so he had to answer carefully: "It's just a few words. This is what I should do as an aide."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He suddenly stopped looking at Xiao Rong, and picked up the chopsticks again to eat the snacks that Xiao Rong made for him.
Xiao Rong watched him in confusion as he quickly finished the fried foods. His way of eating was not as joyful as before. If he had to describe it, Xiao Rong felt that he was eating out of spite.
However, after only a few bites, Qu Yunmie suddenly put down his chopsticks again. With his eyelids drooping, he said out of nowhere: "I won't do this again in the future."
Xiao Rong blinked and asked, "Stop seeking peace in secret?"
Qu Yunmie: "... no more verbal disputes."
In this way, Xiao Rong would not have to humble himself to others for him.
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