The uncle also looked a little unhappy on his face, but it flashed by and just smiled and said, "There is no need to wait. You will come naturally. If you should come, we will not be able to force you if you don't come."

Everyone toasted the wine.

Putting down the wine glass, the uncle smiled and said, "You may not know. At dusk today, I just received the news that the people of Wei have begun to attack Nanyang Pass and the war has begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked shocked. Han Mo and Cao Yin looked at each other, but they seemed very calm.

The war finally arrived quietly.

Seeing the expressions of everyone, the uncle laughed and said, "Don't worry. Although the Wei people attacked Nanyang Pass, the military newspaper reported it clearly. The soldiers of my Nanyang Pass fought bloody battles and smeared the spirit of the Wei army. The Wei people left a large piece of corpses and had already retreated. As for when the next attack will come, it is not yet clear. It's just that with my powerful generals in Daqing guarding the border, the Wei people can only retreat in a mess if they attack ten or a hundred more times!"

The officials of Qing State, who were already panicked, became happy when the uncle finished his words. Although the relationship between the civil servants and the military had always been bad, they were naturally very happy to be able to repel the Wei people and allow everyone to continue their extravagant life. They laughed and talked for a while, and many people even spoke out loud sayings that "the Wei people are really vulnerable" and sang and chatted, as if Qing State had completely defeated Wei.

Then he saw one of them standing up and holding the wine glass in his hand and said, "Actually, when the Wei people sent troops, the officials felt that they were not afraid. Although the Wei people had iron cavalry, they were suitable for fighting on the plains and did not play much role in our Daqing Pass. My Daqing national strength is strong, with many soldiers and a wide range of generals. How could the barbarians in the west be my Daqing enemy? Everyone, the officials suggested that we should pacify the small Wei Kingdom for my Daqing and drink this cup together!"

For a moment, the hall cheered, and everyone said, "It's OK, this cup should be drunk!"

The three Yan State were calm and unmoved, but Han Mo praised the optimistic spirit of the people of Qing State.

When everyone drank the wine in the glass and put down the wine glass, the goatee Qian Zhongcheng immediately bowed to Cao Yin and said, "Changde Hou, do you think that our Qing Kingdom cannot destroy Wei Kingdom, or because your Yan Kingdom does not want Wei Kingdom to be destroyed by my Daqing?"

He was already very presumptuous, and the uncle raised his hand and smiled, "Mr. Qian, you have drunk too much!"

Qian Zhongcheng did not stop and handed the wine cup to the side, and asked the maid to fill his glass with wine. Then he walked to Cao Yin with a swagger, holding the wine glass and saying, "Changde Hou, I won the first victory in Daqing, and the whole world celebrates together. I will toast you this glass of wine!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qian Zhongcheng and Cao Yin for a moment, only the Chunyang National Master, whose eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

Cao Yin looked calm and even smiled. He did not hold up the wine glass, but said with a smile: "I, Dayan, did not participate in the war between your country and Wei, so I, Dayan, don't care whether you win or lose. If you are from Qing, you should naturally drink this glass of wine, but this hou is from Yan, so it makes no sense to drink this glass of wine!"

Qian Zhongcheng sneered coldly: "Since your country's heart is not the same as my Daqing, why send your princess here? Could it be for my Daqing's wealth and minerals?"

Cao Yin's face was slightly dark, and Han Mo knew in his heart that Qian Zhongcheng must be a member of the Hou Party. The member of the Hou Party was unwilling to have Yan Qing's alliance, so today we have to take the opportunity to cause trouble here.

The uncle of the country scolded: "Mr. Qian, don't be arrogant. The Marquis is my distinguished guest of Daqing. How can you be rude?"

Qian Zhongcheng bowed to the uncle and replied, "Uncle Guo, if the people of Yan sincerely form an alliance with me Daqing and use their hearts with me Daqing, they will naturally be my distinguished guest of Daqing. However... if they are in harmony with each other and have other plans, it is a different matter. The lower official lives in the imperial censorate and speaks bluntly and never hides his words in his heart. Today is just saying the words in his heart. Is there something wrong?"

He fell behind, and for a moment, many people stood up and whispered: "Uncle Guo, what Lord Qian said is so true!"

"I, Daqing, took the initiative to go to Yan to form an alliance, just for peace between the two sides, and was the great wisdom of the priest. Who knew that the Yan people used Wei people to make things difficult for me, Daqing. After a month of negotiation, they had not reached an agreement, and even put forward indignant conditions such as cede land. The priest was also unhappy and issued an order to recall the Prince of Xihe and the mission. However, the Yan people suddenly made a 180-degree turn, took the initiative to send the princess, and wanted to form an alliance with me, Daqing. Until today, we can't understand why there are such a big difference in the performance of Yan people? What exactly do they want to do?"

"It is. Whether the Yan people really want to form an alliance with me, Daqing, is still a big question today!"

"The wind direction of the people of Yan is turning fast!"

The officials of Qing State did not care about the presence of Changdehou, the envoys of Yan State, and their speech was extremely unpleasant.

Han Mo sneered in his heart. Before coming to the banquet, he knew that there was no good banquet today. The rebukes of these officials were obviously thought of in advance. The uncle even knew in advance what was going to happen today. Otherwise, Qian Zhongcheng would never have the courage to talk back to the uncle. These Qing State officials would not be able to speak out at the reception banquet at the uncle's mansion.

The central hall was noisy, and Qian Zhongcheng was even more proud. He held up his cup and stood in front of Changdehou's seat, but he had no intention of retreating.

Seeing this, Song Shiqing, the Minister of Rites, finally plucked up the courage, stood up, and whispered to the Chief Qian Zhongcheng: "Mr. Qian, I, Dayan, betrothed the princess to the prince of your country, because I think about the overall situation and want to value the peace between our two countries. Now, you are talking nonsense here with your courage to drink and disrespect the Marquis. Is it intentionally destroying the alliance between Yan and Qing?"

Of course, Song Shiqing was not an incompetent person to be sent to Qingguo, and he was somewhat eloquent.

Song Shiqing was full of energy. Although the audience was quite mixed, everyone could still hear it clearly.

Qian Zhongcheng turned his head and saw Song Shiqing standing tall. He smiled and came over and said, "Didn't you ask for advice?"

"I am Song Shiqing, the Minister of Rites of the Great Yan!" Song Shiqing knew that it was related to the national constitution and face of Yan. Although countless eyes were focused on him, the Minister of Rites still stood upright and looked directly at Qian Zhongcheng and replied.

Qian Zhongcheng looked up and down at Song Shiqing a few times, suddenly turned around and asked the Qing State officials: "Everyone, Yan State... also has a Ministry of Rites? Do people in Yan State... know what etiquette is?"

His question immediately caused a burst of laughter. The people of Qing Dynasty laughed wildly. A famous scholar shook his head and said, "The rituals of the world are all over the north, and end in the east and the west!"

The sarcastic laughter rang throughout the wide central hall.

Cao Yin's face was cold, but he remained calm, while Han Mo was holding a wine glass and drinking quietly.

Song Shiqing was ridiculed by Qian Zhongcheng. When he heard the laughter in the room, his face suddenly turned red and he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qian, you, Qingguo claims to be a country of etiquette, do you just speak rudely and speak nonsense like this? The people of Qingguo claim to be literary and elegant, and even call themselves a prosperous place. Even the common people are well aware of poetry and calligraphy etiquette. Before Qingguo, I was a little suspicious, but when I saw Lord Qian's style today, I was even more suspicious!"

Han Mo held the wine glass and glanced at Song Shiqing, with a smile on his lips. The Minister of Rites of Yan State had some backbone and courage, and finally did not embarrass Yan State.

However, Song Shiqing's words immediately aroused greater indignation among the people in the hall. Qian Zhongcheng took a step forward, looked at Song Shiqing viciously, and sneered: "I know that you Yan people are not kind-hearted. In name, they want to form an alliance with me, Daqing, but in fact they just want to blackmail my Daqing's wealth. To be honest, I have a lot of resources in Daqing, and the things I give you are just a drop in the bucket! You call yourself the Minister of the Ministry of Rites of Yan, so you must have a talent.

People, otherwise how can you convince the students of Yan State? The Ministry of Rites presided over the Beijing Examination. There would never be a group of ignorant poems and books sitting on the teacher's seat to face many students. But... If you have a talent, the famous scholars of Qing State will always know a little about it, but you don't know if you have a masterpiece?" Turning around, he asked a group of famous scholars in the seat, "Sir, I don't know if you have heard of the talented man Song of Yan State? Have you heard of his famous works? "

Some of the famous scholars shook their heads, some stroking their beards, and some closed their eyes and spoke silently, but most of them clearly expressed their disdain on their faces.

"Mr. Song, all of my famous scholars in Daqing are here. Anyone with outstanding talents in the world will know their reputation." Qian Zhongcheng laughed and said, "Since you guys have never heard of Lord Song's reputation, I am afraid that Lord Song's talent is really not worth mentioning. I can see the whole picture from Lord Song's talent and know what kind of yamen your Yan State's Ministry of Rites is? I'm afraid that if you hold a few broken books in your hand, hold a few flagpoles, and learn to bow twice, it is the so-called Ministry of Rites..."

The unscrupulous rampage suddenly made a laugh in the hall again. Even the maids who were serving each other couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh secretly, which made the Yan people lose face, which made every Qing people present feel extremely happy.

Song Shiqing's face was twisted and he said angrily: "You...you are arrogant. As an official, just do your best. Why do you need to...why do you need to recite poems and lyrics? What's the purpose?"

"How can you know the ways of sages in ancient and modern times? How can you govern the country and maintain peace without understanding the ways of sages in ancient and modern times?" Qian Zhongcheng is worthy of being the chief censor of the Censorate. He has sharp teeth, sharp words and extremely tricky and vicious words: "Those who are not knowledgeable and ignorant will use the reasons of Lord Song to conceal their ignorance!"

In fact, the three people present in Yan State knew that the other party was intentionally provoking, with the purpose of arousing the anger of several people. If the dispute broke up unhappily, these people would inevitably add fuel to the fire and spread the story today, so that the people of Qing State would become angry with Yan State and destroy the relationship between the two sides.

When the Yan State mission entered Qing, the eyes of the whole country of Qing were all on them.

Song Shiqing knew that the other party was ready to attack today, and wanted to arouse his anger. He took a deep breath, sat down slowly, and sneered: "Mr. Qian, I am an alliance between us, and I don't want unhappiness today. But you must remember that the wealth and minerals that your country gave me to Dayan were not what I asked for, but what your country wanted to give me!"

Qian Zhongcheng smiled and drank all the wine in his glass, and said sarcastically: "Just like... your country is thinking of sending the princess?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "choking" sound. Han Mo, who was sitting next to Song Shiqing, pulled out the blade of the sword from the table in a flash. The blade flashed, and the blade of the sword was pressed against Qian Zhongcheng's throat.

This was extremely abrupt. Everyone just saw the shadow around Qian Zhongcheng. When they saw it clearly, they saw Han Mo standing with his left hand behind, holding a knife in his right hand, and the cold blade pressed directly against Qian Zhongcheng's throat.
Chapter completed!