Chapter 198: You Are Not Kidding

On the seventh day of April, when Emperor Zhaocheng and his ministers were about to go to court, the Imperial Guards hurriedly came to report that the envoy of the Southern Kingdom, Rong Xiao, arrived outside the Shengjing Imperial City with his escort, half a day earlier than expected.

When Emperor Zhaocheng heard the news, he suddenly thought of what the white-robed young general said yesterday, "If the Ninth Prince, the God of War of the Mu Kingdom, is really powerful, General Rong is willing to become friends with the Ninth Prince."

I wonder if Mu Cang is willing to make friends with General Nanguo.

"Xiao Changhai." Emperor Zhaocheng turned his eyes slightly and commanded solemnly, "Immediately send an order to the Ninth Prince to take people out of the city to greet General Rong from the South. You must have a better attitude. Don't be too indifferent, or you may scare the distinguished guests."

King Jing's expression was subtle: "Father, did the Emperor ask Uncle Nine Emperors to greet the envoy from the Southern Kingdom?"

Emperor Zhaocheng turned to look at him: "What? Do you think it's inappropriate?"

King Jing bowed: "I think it is indeed inappropriate."

Emperor Zhaocheng frowned: "The other party is also a general, there should be something to talk about between them."

King Jing sighed: "Even if they are generals, Uncle Nine Emperors is not suitable."

"Why?"

"My father is not unaware of Uncle Nine Emperors' temperament, and he has always disliked warm relationships. If the distinguished guests from the Southern Kingdom think that we have a bad attitude, wouldn't it affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries?" King Jing said, "Not to mention that Uncle Nine Emperors is getting married tomorrow. You are still busy preparing for the wedding, so how can you be in the mood to receive guests? "

Wedding.

Emperor Zhaocheng was silent for a moment and nodded slowly: "That's true."

He then thought that Mu Cang was not in good health recently. If the other party proposed a martial arts competition, Mu Cang would not be able to refuse, which would cause the toxins in his body to explode.

Emperor Zhaocheng quickly changed his mind and looked up at King Jing: "Since it's inconvenient for you, Uncle Nine Emperors, then I'll let you go."

Prime Minister Gu's expression changed slightly. Will King Jing come forward to receive the distinguished guests at this time?

King Jing bowed and said, "My son, please go with the officials of the Ministry of Rites."

"Yes."

"My son, I obey."

The Minister of Rites and two ministers came out to salute: "I obey the decree."

King Jing quickly resigned and left, along with several officials from the Ministry of Etiquette to pick up the people. Ye Qi, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, selected a hundred people to escort him.

"Xiao Changhai, immediately order the imperial dining room to prepare a palace banquet. I want to entertain the distinguished guests."

"This slave obeys your orders."

The decree to entertain distinguished guests was issued yesterday, and the imperial kitchen had already been prepared, so there would be no rush today.

The palace banquet was prepared in an orderly manner.

The Royal Forest Army cleared the way, and King Jing and the Minister of Rites and his entourage rode their horses to the outside of the city. The two ministers of the Ministry of Rites were not good at riding horses and fell one step behind in the carriage.

Outside the city gate, a group of knights in silver uniforms waited quietly.

The leader is a young general with a strong figure and good looks. He is dressed in a silver-white robe and has a slender figure. He has handsome features. He is about twenty-five or six years old. His aura is sharp yet calm, making people instantly recognize him. Be in awe.

The guards behind him were all dressed in white horses and white robes. From a distance, they were not only handsome and eye-catching, but also magnificent and heroic.

The clatter of horse hooves gradually slowed down.

King Jing clasped his fists at the silver-white general: "The little king is Mu Xiujing, the prince of the Mu Kingdom. He is on the sixth day of Xingliu. He has been ordered to go out of the city to welcome distinguished guests from afar. Are you General Rong of the South Kingdom?"

Rong Xiao returned the greeting: "It's the young general."

After confirming their identities, both parties stood up and dismounted. Officials from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward to take the documents and customs clearance documents handed over by the other party and inspected them one by one.

During this period, King Jing seemed to be looking at the young general at the head casually.

The other party has a dignified and handsome appearance. He is a rare and outstanding man. He has sword eyes and starry eyebrows, and a gentle temperament, but there is a bit of sharp ice in his eyebrows. He looks like a man who is unsmiling and powerful.

"What are you looking at?" Rong Xiao turned to look at King Jing, his eyes slightly raised, instantly adding a rebellious temperament, "Does the young general's appearance still impress King Jing?"

King Jing was stunned. He didn't expect such a dignified and noble man to suddenly ask such a question. It was extremely inconsistent with his image...

People should not be judged by their appearance, this statement is indeed true.

"I'm rude." King Jing apologized with a smile, very calmly, "General Rong has an extraordinary bearing. Xiao Wang felt admiration for him for a moment, so he took a second look. Please don't blame General Rong."

Rong Xiao said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

After the two sides completed the docking process, the Minister of Rites bowed: "Welcome General Rong to visit. It is a great honor for my country."

"You're welcome, Your Excellency."

"The Emperor has prepared a banquet in the palace for all distinguished guests."

Rong Xiao returned the greeting: "Prince Jing and all your lords, please."

Without any more greetings, Rong Xiao and King Jing each got on their horses, entered the city, and headed straight for the palace.

"Rong Xiao has entered the imperial city?" Yan Li leaned in front of the screen and asked casually, "It's a little faster than expected."

"Probably in order to catch up with Emperor Mu's lunch." Ming Qi was feeling Mu Cang's pulse. Hearing Yan Li's question, he took the time to reply, "Rong Xiao has always paid attention to the virtual and the real, and his tactics of war are cunning. He doesn't like to let others know. This habit of finding out the true details is very advantageous on the battlefield.”

Yan Li raised her eyebrows slightly: "Who are you telling this to?"

Rong Xiao is her general, how can she not understand his habits?

Mu Cang looked indifferent: "If there is an opportunity in the future, I can have a little discussion with him."

Ming Qi let go of his wrist: "It's okay for now. Tomorrow's wedding will not be affected."

Mu Cang stood up and walked to the basin stand to wash his hands and wrists, his movements slow and elegant.

But Ming Qi's eyes twitched when he saw it: "Your Majesty dislikes me so much, why do you need to take my pulse?"

"Remember to put the handkerchief back on next time you take the pulse." Yan Li said calmly, "The Ninth Prince's skin is delicate and ordinary people cannot touch it."

Ming Qi's mouth twitched, and he bowed: "I, a despised doctor, will not be annoying here, and I will leave first."

Mu Cang took the handkerchief to wipe his hands, and when he turned around, Ming Qi had already left.

He walked up to Yan Li, lowered his eyebrows and looked at her directly: "I am not delicate."

Yan Li raised an eyebrow.

"You are not an ordinary person either." Mu Cang said, and stretched out his hand to her, "You can touch it, whenever you want, and however you want."

Yan Li lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on his hand, and she looked at it carefully: "The prince's hands are very beautiful."

The five fingers are slender and white, with distinct joints, and the fingertips are trimmed and symmetrical, perfect and impeccable.

Yan Li held his hand and turned it over. There was no lack of calluses on the palm. After all, people who practice martial arts hold weapons all year round, and it is abnormal to have no calluses.

Mu Cang looked at her without blinking: "Xihe."

"Hmm?" Yan Li was slightly startled, and raised her eyes, "What?"

"Can I let you touch me for a lifetime?"

Yan Li was silent.

Mu Cang held her slender hand with his backhand, and said in a low voice: "I am a person who values ​​promises very much. Once I make a vow, I will never regret it for the rest of my life."

Yan Li nodded slowly: "What a coincidence, I am the same."

She is also a person who values ​​promises, and she will never regret what she has promised.

"You are not joking." Mu Cang raised the corner of his mouth, "No matter what happens in the future, no matter what changes will happen between us, you can't abandon me."

Abandon?

Yan Li paused, the word was used...