The Chengtian Hall of Qing Kingdom is majestic and wide, and the interior is even more magnificent. When you reach the front of the main hall, a cool feeling comes out from it. Needless to think about it, the three of Yan Kingdom also knew that there must be ice in the main hall.

When he entered the hall, Han Mo felt that the hall was too huge. With his eyesight, he could only see the magnificent dragon altar at the end, with dazzling golden light inside. He could only see a man in a golden robe sitting at the dragon seat. The specific appearance was indeed difficult to see clearly. From the gate to the dragon altar, it was hundreds of meters away.

On both sides of the hall, tall jade pillars stand erected, extending from the main entrance to the dragon altar. There are ten large jade pillars on both sides, supporting the golden roof. The jade pillars are painted black and decorated with gold patterns. Each jade pillar actually has a dragon carved from special materials, curled on the jade pillar, like a dragon soaring like a cloud, looking extremely exquisite.

A long straight road covered with exquisite carpet leads straight to the dragon altar, but on both sides of the straight road are two long pools.

The luxurious carpet is embroidered with a golden dragon. The dragon head faces the hall gate, just like a golden dragon coming out of the dragon altar, rushing out of the door and going straight to the sky.

The pools on both sides of the road were Han Mo who had seen the world, and could not help but be amazed.

Who could have imagined that there were such elegant facilities on such a solemn and majestic Qing Hall, and that the people of Qing were so elegant, and it was indeed a system from top to bottom.

The water of the pond is clear. In addition to the swimming golden carp, there are lotus flowers floating on the water. I don’t know how clever the people of Qing are doing. They designed beautiful scenery like lotus flowers in the indoor area. Wherever the golden carp passes, ripples appear on the water surface. The fragrance of the lotus flowers spreads makes this majestic hall feel refreshing and comfortable.

Han Mo followed Cao Yin and walked along the way, but he was thinking in his heart: "Such atmosphere is either a sign of wealth and prosperity, or a sign of a destruction of the country!"

Near the Dragon Altar, the civil and military officials of the Qing Kingdom stood outside the pool.

Yun Canglan and Liu Shan took the lead and knelt down on the ground, saying respectfully: "Long live my emperor, the Yan State delegation is here to meet you!"

Cao Yin had a faint smile on his face. Han Mo and Song Shiqing followed him left and right, with steady steps and gradually approaching the dragon altar. When he approached, Han Mo could clearly see the appearance of Emperor Chongren on the dragon throne.

This Emperor Chongren was wearing a golden robe and a golden crown. He was in his forties, but he looked a little thin, with a small beard hanging under his jaw. If he had a golden robe and a golden crown, he would look like a teacher. He would not see the so-called kingly aura at that time. It would be quite a distance from Emperor Yan's deep and powerfulness.

Cao Yin stood in front of the hall, and then bowed: "Cao Yin, the envoy of Yan State, pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Qing State!"

Han Mo and Song Shiqing also bowed and bowed.

On the platform, an eunuch was already screaming and said, "See my emperor, why not worship me?"

Cao Yin said calmly: "We are not ministers of your country. When we see the king of your country, we naturally do not need to worship!"

At this moment, a man from the left-headed civil officials stood by the pool and said loudly: "I called the emperor, the envoy of Yan State does not know the etiquette and does not have the emperor. I ask the emperor to punish him!"

Han Mo glanced at the person who came out of the list and knew him. It was Qian Zhongcheng, the Censor who was ridiculed by him at that night. This guy took the opportunity and wanted to take revenge.

Emperor Qing yawned and asked, "Yes, why don't you worship me when you see me? Who dares not worship me in this world if you see me?"

Cao Yin said calmly: "We are ministers of Yan. Yan is not a minister of Qing. We are not a minister of Qing. Our Majesty is not a master of Qing. Naturally, we cannot kneel down and worship."

Emperor Qing thought for a while and nodded, "What you said makes sense, it seems... you don't need to worship me!"

Qian Zhongcheng said unwillingly: "Your Majesty, although they are ministers of Yan State, Yan State is a small country of princes. I, Daqing, have never recognized its legitimacy. Besides, now I am on my Qing Hall, in the Qing Hall, if I don't kneel down to the Qing world, I will not take my Daqing seriously, how can I be forgiven?"

Emperor Qing immediately nodded and said, "Yes, yes. Envoys of Yan State, you are a small country of princes. This is my court. You must worship me, otherwise you will look down on me!"

Yun Canglan, who was waiting in front of him, finally bowed and said, "Master, the envoy of Yan State came here to join forces with the two countries and sent the princess of Yan State to get married. As the master of Daqing, I should treat him with courtesy!"

Emperor Qing pondered for a moment and nodded, "What Yun Aiqing said is polite. The envoy of Yan State came to join forces with the two countries. You cannot be rude, otherwise you will lose your demeanor to the country... Yes, don't worship!"

What else did Qian Zhongcheng say? Yun Canglan's eyes were like lightning, and he had already looked at him and sneered: "Mr. Qian, the troops ahead are in danger. My alliance with Yan State is good, so that we can benefit the two countries. You are picking the bones in this egg and deliberately provoking friendship between the two countries. What do you want to do?"

Qian Zhongcheng glanced at Yun Canglan, as if he was still very afraid of Yun Canglan. He wanted to speak but stopped, and snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The court was very quiet. Cao Yin looked back at Song Shiqing. Song Shiqing understood and took two steps forward and took out the letter of nationality from his sleeve. This was a necessary procedure for envoys to enter the court. As the Minister of Rites, Song Shiqing naturally took on the responsibility of reading the letter of nationality.

When Song Shiqing opened the letter of the country, he was full of energy and his sonorous voice soon rang out on the wide Qing Hall.

The contents of national letters that are received by various countries are almost always carried out according to the procedures, which are nothing more than chanting that the friendship between the two countries is eternal, and that generations of brothers help each other. These contents are so high-sounding that readers or smell them disagree, but they must be read on such occasions.

Han Mo just smiled faintly. Sometimes he felt that the world's things were really wonderful. These beautiful and harmonious words were piled up, but they were sentences that were extremely hypocritical. Both sides did not believe it in their hearts, but they wanted to make a peaceful attitude on the surface.

Whether it is the content of the Chinese book or the expression of a person, it reaches the extreme of hypocrisy at this moment.

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Han Mo first looked at the Emperor Qing on the Dragon Seat. Since Song Shiqing began reading the letter of the country, the emperor closed his eyes, as if he was listening carefully, showing his calmness and calmness.

This look is very different from the indecisive temperament just now.

For a moment, Han Mo really couldn't see what kind of person this emperor was. Whether openly or secretly, Han Mo had heard many stories about this emperor. He was lustful, extremely luxurious, and was very afraid that his wife would celebrate the queen. He was extremely soft-headed. According to the standards of comments, he was a great foolish monarch.

The book of the country was long, and Han Mo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He only felt that there were many eyes looking at him in the two rows of the court. Such many eyes were gathered in one place, which naturally made Han Mo feel a little uncomfortable.

In fact, Han Mo didn't know that the song "When will the Moon Come" in the Guojiu Mansion that night had spread everywhere. Some music experts even composed music for this song, becoming the most popular song among the major pleasure boats of Peacock Lake and the most popular song in the past two days.

The literary world of Qingguo is booming, and any excellent works will surely spread quickly.

Moreover, some people even vaguely know that the original lyrics of this song "When will the bright moon come?" seemed to be from a deputy envoy of the Yan State mission.

All the officials in the court are well-informed, so they naturally know the popularity of the song "When will the Moon Come", so they are also curious about the original creators of this poem.

Although many officials attended the banquet that night, they were only a very small part. Many people in the court were still very interested in the deputy envoy of Yan State.

So everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Han Mo. When the original creator of the lyrics turned out to be a pretty young man with a slightly broader mind, he had a bit of awesome thought in his heart. Those who were small in their belly suddenly felt extremely suspicious. How could such a young envoy make such an ethereal and grand "When will the Moon Come" with such an ethereal and grand artistic conception?

Just when the court officials in Qing Kingdom praised or criticized Han Mo, Han Mo was not idle either. He stood upright, but from the corner of his eyes, he was searching for some legendary figures in the hall, such as the Saint of Qing Kingdom Shang Zhongli, such as the old prime minister of Qing Kingdom who was not very powerful but still had some prestige. As for the magnificent generation of Qinghou, he naturally could not see it in the court.

At the forefront of the civil officials, Han Mo saw an old man in a purple robe, hunched over. He was standing in the forefront and facing the dragon altar, and could not see his appearance clearly for a while. However, Han Mo knew in his heart that the only one who was qualified to stand in that position was even higher than the uncle Lu Shangde of the country was the father of the former queen of Qing Kingdom who was burned to death.

Behind the old prime minister is the uncle Lu Shangde, who is ranked second in civil servants, which also shows his power in the court.

Turning to the right, this is the military officer, almost all wearing the armor of military generals, with distinctive armor. Compared with the elegant temperament of the civil servants on the left, the right is more brave and domineering.

No matter how capable these people are, at least on the surface, the civil officials showed their elegance of literary style, and the military generals also made themselves look more powerful and brave with their armor.

Han Mo's eyes quietly looked at the man at the forefront of the general.

Like a mountain!

Although the front is not clear, the man's background gives people an extremely heavy feeling, as if a mountain is standing there, with heavy armor wrapped around his mighty body. Although he is covered with flowers, the body of the veteran is as tall as pine.

That is a domineering spirit that can only be possessed by the battlefield for a long time!

Han Mo knew that it was such a person who supported the country of Qing, just like Xiao Huaiyu of Yan State. These two famous generals each used their own strength to support the safety of the two countries!

Song Shiqing finally finished reading the country's books. Next, it was the Qing Dynasty's answer. Officials from the Ministry of Rites continued Song Shiqing's long clichés and made another noise.

Han Mo withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to Emperor Qing again.

I saw Emperor Qing sitting upright on the golden dragon throne, with his hands on his belly, his eyes closed, and he still looked like an old monk calm and calm in meditation.

Han Mo couldn't help but admire the emperor. This emperor was really patient. It seemed that he had a lot of meditation on weekdays, otherwise it would be impossible for him to maintain the same posture for so long.

When the officials of the Ministry of Rites of Qing finished reading, the Qing Palace suddenly became silent and everyone was waiting for the emperor to speak.

After only half a day, the emperor seemed to close his eyes and ponder, but did not respond. Everyone looked at each other, and Cao Yin and Han Mo also frowned slightly. At this moment, everyone clearly heard a sound from the dragon throne.

Snoring!

The emperor of Qing Kingdom snored on such an occasion.

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