While walking quickly towards Li Zhongyi, Yang Jiong secretly cursed Yang Wushuang for his cunning and deliberately set a trap for him, which made him obviously unhappy, but he had to bite the bullet and drill in.

The reason is actually very simple. Although Li Zhongyi is a legitimate minister of the Political Affairs Hall, he also has another identity as the chief marching manager of Hebei Road.

If Yang Wushuang reminded Li Dashuang, then Yang Jiong could have pretended to be confused and treated Li Zhongyi as a general.

Since the founding of Taizu Guo Wei, the national policy of this dynasty's emphasis on civil and military affairs has become increasingly obvious. It is a natural meaning in the topic that has been passed on to peace and to curb the people for thousands of years.

According to the regulations of the court, the prime minister respects all officials. When facing the emperor, the ministers of the Political Affairs Hall not only do not need to kneel down and bow down, but also have seats to sit, which shows that the court wants to meet the first class of civil officials.

Yang Wushuang deliberately put forward the reality that Li Zhongyi was the prime minister, and wanted to seal Yang Jiong's space to take advantage of the situation in advance, so that Yang Jiong must use the prime minister's etiquette to complete the imperial order.

"Duke Boyou, it's been a long time since I saw Zunyan, so it's always good?" Li Zhongyi saw Yang Jiong walking over quickly, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and greeted him with a smile from a distance.

Yang Jiong didn't dare to be arrogant. He rushed to Li Zhongyi, dressed in a husband's outfit, and bowed: "The emperor is responsible for the emperor's order and cannot worship him with great gifts. I hope Mr. Li will forgive me."

Li Zhongyi narrowed his eyes and smiled, bowed his hand, and said, "Duke Boyue traveled thousands of miles to entrusted the sages. How dare Li overcome the rules?"

He Dabei narrowed his eyes and watched the two masters secretly fight with relish. Only those in the game could know the mystery.

In He Dabei's opinion, Yang Jiong is worthy of being an old fox. He deliberately put his posture very low and said politely but not real.

Li Zhongyi also pointed out a fact without any ambiguity. Before Yang Jiong announced the imperial edict, he was an angel who came by the imperial edict. This identity represents the supreme royal majesty.

As soon as Yang Jiong and Li Zhongyi met, they secretly made a move. Yang Wushuang saw it with relish, and the master knew if there was any.

"Gong Gong Li, please call on all the generals and officers of the eighth rank or above in the account to receive the edict together?" Yang Jiong took the edict from his entourage and raised it high above his head.

Li Zhongyi waved his hand and ordered: "Transfer the military orders of the original minister, and order officers above the eighth rank to come to the tent to receive the imperial edict." After blinking secretly, Yang Wushuang immediately understood and went down to convey Li Zhongyi's general order without hesitation.

"The angel came from afar, so please rest in the account. It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time, right?" Li Zhongyi knew that Yang Jiong was not good at coming, but deliberately pretended to be confused and followed the normal reception procedures to fulfill his etiquette.

Yang Jiong also knew that he had the privilege of an angel before he had promulgated the imperial edict. Once the imperial edict was read, Yang Jiong would no longer be qualified to be on par with Li Zhongyiping. By that time, many things would not be so easy to say.

"Thank you, my husband." Yang Jiong was originally a free and easy person. Since he came, he would be at ease. Anyway, he would have to explain his words to Li Zhongyi in private sooner or later.

Li Zhongyi leaned to the side and waved his hand to signal Yang Jiong to go first. Yang Jiong pretended to be polite, and then he got to step into Li Zhongyi's handsome tent first.

Taking advantage of Yang Jiong's figure disappearing at the tent, Li Zhongyi made a special gesture to Li Ershiba, signaling him to pass on a secret order: the entire army is on special alert to prevent Yelu Xiu Ge from taking the opportunity to attack the camp.

Yang Jiong asked to summon military officers above the eighth rank to receive the imperial edict together, which was equivalent to taking time out all the officers above the rank. Li Zhongyi has always been a cautious and cautious person. At this moment when the enemy is in front of him, a slight mistake will be a tragedy of annihilation of the entire army, and he will not be careless at all.

When Li Zhongyi entered the account, Yang Jiong stood in the account with his hands behind his back, looking at everything in the account with curiosity.

"Duke Boyou asked him to sit down." Li Zhongyi bowed with a smile and gave great respect to Yang Jiong's identity as an angel representing the court.

Yang Jiong was definitely not a rude person. He hurriedly bowed and said very politely: "Donald Wujiu is a key official in the court. Although the subordinates came with the imperial edict, how dare they be so arrogant?"

Li Zhongyi smiled slightly, and when a leaf fell, he knew that autumn had arrived. When Yang Jiong said this, it was equivalent to exposing some details in disguise: the court asked him for someone Li!

Li Zhongyi may not be particularly clear about what other dynasties are like, but as one of the ministers of the Great Zhou Zhengshi Hall, he knew very well that the angel representing the authority of the court, no matter where he went, he had to attend the seat.

"Please sit down by Duke Boyou."

"I dare not, please give me a seat..."

"How can there be a reason why angels are under the ministers?"

"Wujiu Gong is different from others..."

After a polite procedure that was meaningless but had to be followed, the host and the guest reached a consensus: they sat opposite each other, Yang Jiong on the left, and Li Zhongyi on the right slightly leaned towards the door of the account.

"The servant never expected that Wujiu Duke would defeat the elite Khitans with just a few more than 10,000 soldiers. His martial arts were unparalleled, and even Wu'an Jun was far from that..." Yang Jiong opened his mouth and compared Li Zhongyi to a peerless war god who was rare on the ground and in the sky. Even the god of war Bai Qi was only suitable for carrying shoes.

Li Zhongyi seemed extremely calm. He waved his hand and sighed heavily and said, "Duke Boyue is too ridiculous. I am just lucky, not much less than Wu'an."

He Dabei, who was standing beside him, was as calm as water on the surface, but felt a deep sense of worry in his heart. It was obviously not a good thing that Yang Jiong praised Li Zhongyi so exaggeratedly.

When Li Zhongyi was still a part-time official in charge of political affairs, he had dealt with Yang Jiong countless times. He knew very well that Yang Jiong was a person.

Unlike ordinary people who are incompetent and can only flatter, Yang Jiong is a very smart and proud think tank. Otherwise, Fan Zhi would not have been trusting Yang Jiong for ten years.

Li Zhongyi wiped out 40,000 Khitan cavalry in Mingzhou, and taking Yu Pass twice was like taking things. Now, he has defeated the Xi tribe and various grassland coalition forces on the Hebei Plain.

To be honest, since the late Tang Dynasty, the Han courts of all dynasties have never had such a brilliant victory in national victory. However, Li Zhongyi only led a side army, but achieved unprecedented results that shocked the past and present. Therefore, Yang Jiong's flattery was not a complete frank word, but an extremely shocking feeling of being mixed with truth and falsehood.

Li Zhongyi felt Yang Jiong's amazement, but also received the vigilance that Yang Jiong accidentally emitted.
Chapter completed!