big master, big liar

Chapter 157 Audience

Tuguo was defeated by Ji Yunqi back then, and was forced to seek peace. Although he did not become Dayao's vassal state, he agreed to pay tribute every year and had audiences from time to time.

According to common sense, Ji Yunxi's succession to the throne should indeed be expressed.

It's just that what surprised the government and the public this time was that the people who came to see this time were not ordinary envoys, but the High Priest of Tu Kingdom, accompanied by a princess.

Knowing the identities of these two people, this meeting was a little weird.

The princess can still say that she has the intention of getting married. The high priest came so aboveboard, because he overestimated Dayao's honesty, isn't he afraid of being held hostage by them?

Although he was joking with Ji Yunxi, compared with the princess, Song Xuan was more interested in the mysterious high priest of Yiguo.

Song Xuan was not the only one who was curious. Dayao's high-ranking and powerful courtiers had also heard of the mysterious and weird court in Tu Kingdom.

The emperor was selected by the priests, and the high priests held the real power. This kind of thing was unimaginable in Dayao.But Tuguo is operating like this, and it is operating quite smoothly.

As a result, in the few days before Tuguo's audience, the courtiers were all discussing, curious about whether the legendary high priest was round or flat.

Only Lu Qishang, with a clear mind, rushed to report that the guard of honor of the national teacher was too shabby, and asked to send some people down temporarily to prevent Song Xuan from losing Dayao's face.

It was only then that the ministers discovered that their national teacher was only dressed in court uniforms, and there were not even half a servant behind him, and he didn't even have a carriage or horse when going out.

National teacher and sacrificial priest, although they are called differently, they already vaguely have similar identities in the minds of all the ministers. After careful calculation, Song Xuan is indeed too shabby, and it is inevitable that he will lose his prestige in front of Tuguo.

Considering that the national teacher is not an ordinary official and has a special status, the household department, which has always been stingy, actually nodded and allocated a small sum of money, which was dedicated to buying a guard of honor for Song Xuan, a poor national teacher.

Even his entourage and guards were all provided for him - this is the treatment that only the royal relatives and relatives are treated.

From then on, when Song Xuan went out, he would shout from front to back and hug from back, with all manner of majesty, even going to the latrine with great momentum, for fear that others would not know that the Master of the State Teacher would also show respect.

Lu Qishang's eyes showed a faint complacency: "Finally, there is a respectable national teacher."

Song Xuan looked at a group of servants with low brows and pleasing eyes around him, confused: "Why do I feel that I am even more unseemly?"

"Where is it unseemly?"

Song Xuan rubbed his hands for a long time: "So I think I'm still a good person. What I can do now, I insist on letting others do it, as if I'm disabled."

A smile appeared on Lu Qishang's cold face of ten thousand years: "Hold it for a while, when we have enough prestige, the high priest of the Tu country is gone, and you can be as shabby as you want."

Song Xuan couldn't help muttering: "The high priest is not much more powerful than me, and he is no different from a charlatan."

If this high priest was really Mr. Nan Rong, he would have pretended to be Ji Yunxi's male favourite, stirring up wind and rain in Sifang City.

If you really want to talk about decency, it doesn't seem to be very decency.

Lu Qishang glanced at him: "Have you seen the high priest?"

Song Xuan coughed: "I haven't seen it, I guessed it."

He is still not sure whether Mr. Nan Rong is the high priest of Tu Kingdom.

Besides, he is still busy with the imperial examinations now, and he asks this Prime Minister Lu for help with many problems, so he dare not annoy him.

When the Tuguo team arrived in Shengjing, most of the ministers came to watch with the mentality of joining in the fun, but they couldn't help admiring Lu Qishang's foresight.

The momentum of the High Priest of Tu Country is indeed astonishing.

It's not how noble and luxurious, but an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

Among other things, the gray-clothed men who accompanied them were neither happy nor sad, with pious expressions, a little blue on their foreheads, and holding incense sticks, walking slowly, as if they were envoys on a pilgrimage.

This made everyone suspect that perhaps the person sitting in the float behind the six white bulls was not a high priest, but a statue of a god.

Fortunately, the team stopped not far from the palace gate, and the officials from the Ministry of Rituals stepped forward to remind them, and the people in the car came out.

The man was wearing a purple dress, which was a unique style for Tu country sacrifices. It had broad shoulders and colorful embroidery, thick and straight, and the fabric also had an unusual brilliance.On the other hand, his brown hair was braided with colored rope and silver ornaments at the back, which was quite mysterious.

The high priest raised his head slowly, with fair skin, good features, curved and curled eyelashes, and a pair of glazed eyes, as if with a strange magnetic field, trying to suck people in.

Sure enough, it was Mr. Nan Rong.

This was Song Xuan's first reaction.

On the contrary, he found that Mr. Nan Rong was also looking at him. He was talking to the officials of the Ministry of Rites, but his eyes were full of interest, and he held the corner of his mouth silently.

The official from the Ministry of Rites said a few words in Nantu's language, only to hear Nan Rongjun chuckled: "I can understand official language, and I can speak it."

The official was surprised instead: "The high priest is really knowledgeable."

Nan Rongjun took two steps forward, and walked straight in front of Song Xuan, staring at him with glazed eyes: "This is..."

"This is my Dayao's national teacher," said the official. "I heard that the person who came this time is the high priest, and I am here to accompany you."

Nantu is not a country, and the high priest came in person, and it would be undignified for the envoys to receive him, so Song Xuan, the panacea of ​​the state teacher, came in handy.

Song Xuan had no objection to this, but Ji Yunxi was not very happy.

Of course, Ji Yunxi was able to control this kind of child-like irritability within the range of complaining, which made Song Xuan very pleased.

"National teacher?" Nan Rongjun looked at his face and smiled meaningfully.

Song Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't flinch in the slightest: "Master Sacrifice."

When the two men, one white and one purple, stood facing each other, everyone was startled. Stripped of those ridiculous guards of honor, the aura of the national teacher was not overwhelmed by the high priest at all, but became even more dazzling.

Mr. Nanrong was also quite different. Although he knew that Song Xuan was a piece of jade in the rough, he did not expect that he would become Dayao's national teacher in a blink of an eye.

After all, he also knew a thing or two about Dayao's situation. To sit in the position of the national teacher here, it is not enough to pretend to be a ghost.

Song Xuan didn't say much to him, but just welcomed Mr. Nanrong in according to the rules, and led him the way.

Mr. Nan Rong had only seen his appearance when he was wandering around in the rivers and lakes, but now he saw that he was dressed better than snow, and his expression was indifferent and gentle, which was quite different from that at that time. ?”

Song Xuan's eyebrows moved slightly: "What?"

"A dagger." Nanrong Jun's smile was warm, but his eyes had a hint of evil. "The national teacher will not forget, right?"

It was only then that Song Xuan remembered that in Sifang City, he had indeed come out with a dagger from Mr. Nanrong, and it was because of this that Ji Yunxi guessed Mr. Nanrong's identity.

"You left in a hurry last time, so you didn't have a chance to return it," Song Xuan didn't shy away. "It will be delivered to you someday."

Nanrong Jun laughed lightly: "The national teacher was never so polite before."

Song Xuan nodded slightly, but did not answer.

He couldn't figure out Mr. Nanrong's mind, so he naturally knew the truth that too many words would lead to mistakes.

When he led Nan Rongjun to the main hall, he heard Nan Rong Jun playfully sighed: "So, I regret it a bit."

"It should take you back to Nantu."

He said this with three points of sincerity.

Now, with Song Xuan here, the purpose of his trip is not sure if there will be extra complications.