Fang Yun stopped arguing with Zong Wuyuan and said to the Qing Emperor, "Sorry to trouble you to take us to our lodgings. The scholars from the two countries should rest after a night of hard work."
Seeing that Fang Yun was giving him a way out, the Qing Emperor immediately said, "Fang Xusheng, please move to the Zhou Wen Academy. Some of your attendants, please move to the Ba Mountain Inn."
After that, the officials from both sides greeted each other. Everyone else sat in the carriages provided by Gyeongo. Only Fang Yun's Dragon Horse carriage flew down from the skyship.
When the 18 Dragon Horses flew out, all of the flood horses in Qing Kingdom knelt on the ground in fear. Many of the carriages swayed left and right. Some of the flood horses were so frightened that they foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Fang Yun saw this and suddenly understood why Kang Ha-chuan had asked him to bring the Dragon Horse carriage.
Fang Yun looked back and saw that the officials of Jingguo were all smiling.
The officials of Gyeongo looked terrible. They didn't expect that Fang Yun, who was clearly a guest, would become the host. If news of this spread, those who had a grudge against Gyeongo would be very happy and would continue to spread the news.
Although this was a small matter, it concerned the dignity of the country. No one wanted to make a fool of themselves. If the Wen Bao said, "Xusheng has arrived in Xiangzhou, Gyeongo's horses bow before him," they would scold the scholars of Gyeongo as animals.
Fang Yun didn't care much. He sat in the Dragon Horse carriage and followed Gyeongo's carriages to the Zhou Wen Academy.
Fang Yun kept everything simple. After arriving at the Xiangzhou Wen Academy, he didn't sleep even though he was on the move. Instead, he read and studied as usual.
However, there was a slight difference. He recalled the battle of the great Confucian scholar and the battle above the Yangtze River many times. He imprinted every detail he saw in his mind.
Before sleeping, Fang Yun recalled the memories of the ancient demon inheritance. In a few days, he would start to organize the History of the Ancient Demons and slowly compile it into a book with the Imperial Emperor Code. The two sets of history books were bound to be extensive and had to be compiled one by one. He couldn't rush it.
For the past few days, Fang Yun had been receiving letters from famous medical experts. They hoped that Fang Yun would attend the various medical conferences. Fang Yun really didn't have the time, so he tactfully declined them one by one.
Fang Yun knew. The medical experts of various countries were already arguing about the 'Plague Theory'. If it wasn't for the fact that Fang Yun had only published the first half of the book, Eastern Sage would have already used his holy power to guide the 'Plague Theory' into the Hall of All Saints. The clues revealed in the hunting ground were too shocking. Even an idiot could tell that this book was extraordinary.
However, Fang Yun did not reveal any details about the febrile diseases, and the medical experts did not have any results either.
Almost all medical books at the level of Five Wonders Divine Hands had the potential to establish a sect.
Early in the morning, Fang Yun woke up on time. First, he ate breakfast with the officials of Jingguo. Then, they headed to the Qing Emperor's temporary residence in Baling.
The Academy of Literature was too solemn. The yamen was too old-fashioned. The restaurants were too frivolous. Only the emperor's temporary residence was suitable to formally receive foreign envoys.
The officials of the two countries spent the entire morning in a friendly atmosphere. Even if the two sides were about to start a war, they would use peaceful means before resorting to force. They would wait until after the banquet.
The Baling Palace was located on a mountain outside Baling. The entire mountain had been transformed by the power of the great Confucian scholar. The mountain was like a garden, and the garden was like a mountain. No one could tell whether this place should be called a mountain or a royal garden.
Outside the Baling Palace. Soldiers were densely packed. Outside were the provincial army stationed in Xiangzhou. Inside were the royal guards.
The Qing Emperor personally welcomed them at the door. Then, he walked in with Fang Yun, shoulder to shoulder.
The Baling Palace was originally a place for leisure. But now, there was a guard every two or three steps. It was heavily guarded.
Now, the people of Gyeongo did not want Fang Yun to die.
Once Fang Yun died in Gyeongo, Gyeongo would bear a thousand years of infamy. They might even be punished.
The Qing Emperor had been repeatedly intimidated by Fang Yun in the wee hours of the morning. Today, however, he was in high spirits. As he walked, he introduced the Baling Palace.
"This willow pond is a tree of the demon world. It grows in the water. It is shaped like a willow tree and can drive away mosquitoes. Fallen leaves are the favorite food of fish …
"This is a black jade rockery in the depths of the East Sea. When the wind blows, there is the faint sound of waves. It is my favorite rockery.
"Look, this is the Twelve-Month Lotus. It blooms in January and blooms until the twelve-month. Every time I see these lotuses, I think of your famous work. I still remember it. After all, the scenery of the calm lake in June is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are exceptionally red against the sun. Good! This' Calm Lake Sends Zhang Poyue 'is truly a good poem! "
The Qing Emperor continued to speak excitedly. However, the expressions of the officials of the two countries changed slightly.
Fang Yun still had a smile on his face, but he was laughing coldly in his heart.
This poem 'Calm Lake Sends Zhang Poyue' was a description of the scenery, but it was also a warning to Zhang Poyue that Jiangzhou and the capital were very safe, and that he should be more careful in the Dingyuan Army. After all, it was not the same as Jiangzhou.
No matter how good this poem was, there was no need for the Qing Emperor to recite it in its entirety. However, he was now reciting it in front of Fang Yun. He was using what he had learned flexibly to warn Fang Yun that Gyeongo was not the same as Jingguo, and that he should be more careful.
Fang Yun smiled from beginning to end, as if he did not understand.
Some of the Jingguo officials were unhappy, but they did not say anything.
As they walked, they finally arrived at the main hall of the palace. This hall could not be compared to the main halls of the imperial palaces of other countries, but it was more than enough to accommodate thousands of people. There were fewer people today than yesterday. Only the officials accompanied them. The famous people of Xiangzhou and the young scholars were not present. Even the ten old Grand Scholars who were about to participate in the civil war were not present.
In the deepest part of the hall, there was not one dragon chair, but two dragon chairs.
There were many tables and chairs on both sides of the hall.
Fang Yun and the Qing Emperor walked to the dragon chairs. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they sat on the dragon chairs.
Fang Yun looked down. He and the Jingguo officials sat on the left, while the Qing Emperor and the Gyeongo officials sat on the right. There was a lot of space in the middle.
The officials of the two countries sat at the table, looking at the Qing Emperor and Fang Yun together.
According to ancient etiquette, these people had to kneel on the seats. However, some etiquette had changed, while others had not.
"Play the ceremonial music! Dance of the eight! "
As the music rang out, eight rows of dancers entered the main hall. Each row had eight people, and they began to dance.
The "eight" in "eight" meant "row". In the Zhou Dynasty, the "eight" dance was the ceremonial music dance of the Emperor. Only when the Emperor was present could the "eight" dance be performed. The "six" dance was used by the vassals, while the "four" dance was used by high-ranking officials and doctors.
In the past, there was a doctor in the State of Lu who was only supposed to perform the "four" dance, but he performed the "eight" dance, which was reserved for the Emperor of Zhou. This angered Confucius, and there was a famous saying.
The "eight" dance in the court, if this could be tolerated, what could not be tolerated?
If one could tolerate a doctor using the "eight" dance, then what else could not be tolerated?
The status of the emperors of each country was higher than the vassals of the past, but lower than the Emperor of Zhou. It did not matter if they sent the "six" or "eight" dance. If they wanted to humiliate Fang Yun, they could use the "six" dance. If they did not want to anger Fang Yun, they could use the "eight" dance.
Fang Yun did not care, but the Jingguo officials were very satisfied to see the Qing Emperor perform the "eight" dance.
After the "eight" dance ended, the Gyeongo officials arranged for food and wine to be served. The music changed from its original solemnity to a lighter one. Beautiful dancers wearing revealing clothes entered the main hall to liven things up.
Fang Yun was not as overbearing as he had been the night before. Instead, he was somewhat restrained. After all, this was Gyeongo. If he suppressed Gyeongo from beginning to end, it would be rude.
At the start, the atmosphere of the banquet was very peaceful. Fang Yun and the Qing Emperor drank a few cups of wine. Both sides sent their ceremonial officials to flatter and praise each other. After that, the officials of the two countries ate on their own and did not speak.
As the banquet came to an end, an official of Gyeongo suddenly stood up. (To be continued)
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