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Chapter 937 Father and Son Meet Without Recognizing Each Other

As the leader of the Jinyiwei, Wang Xuance would be feared by the emperor and would often face a crisis of trust. He would be tested by the emperor to determine his loyalty. If he was caught between himself and Li Shimin, any mistake would lead to his downfall.

For Li Yan, these people will not be of any use for the time being.

I have the abilities granted by the system. No matter where I am, I can succeed and there is no shortage of people to use.

If he had not worn a mask, he might have been able to hide it from Li Jing, Li Ji and others with whom he seldom dealt with. However, Fang Xuanling once served as the Chancellor of the Eastern Palace. Out of curiosity about historical celebrities, Li Yan had dealt with him for a period of time when he was a teenager by asking for advice.

He has a deep impression of me and will definitely recognize me, not to mention Wang Xuance, whom I personally trained.

The officials of the Tang Dynasty were surprised to see that the visitor was wearing a tiger-head mask.

However, the 800,000 troops outside the city and Hou Junji can prove that the person in front of them is undoubtedly the Right Wise King. But why is he unwilling to show his true face?
Without time to think, Fang Xuanling stepped forward with a polite smile and bowed, saying: "The envoy appointed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Xuanling, the Left Prime Minister, and his fellow Tang officials and generals are here to welcome the Right Sage King of the Turks."

As a middleman, Hou Junji first introduced Fang Xuanling, Li Jing, Li Ji, Wang Xuance and others to Li Yan.

I heard Hou Junji introduce Wang Xuance as a sixth-rank official in the Honglu Temple, which was exactly the job that Quan Wanji had done before.

Li Yan nodded slightly. Considering Wang Xuance's background, he was promoted to the middle-level official system of the court in just five or six years, when he was less than 25 years old, which was considered fast.

Even so, I'm afraid I'll have to rely on the people in charge of the Jinyiwei.

At the end of the crowd there was a not very noticeable, elegant middle-aged scholar with a bookish air. After Hou Junji's advance revelation, Li Yan knew that this was Yan Liben, the Junior Director of the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Academy and known as the greatest painter of the time.

Li Yan's heart trembled. It seemed that Hou Junji's retelling was still too unreliable. Li Shimin brought this person here because he must want to personally take a look at the Right Wise King's appearance for detailed investigation.

"This is the Right Wise King of the New Turkic Khanate, who is famous outside the Great Wall." After Hou Junji introduced the important civil officials of the Tang Dynasty, he pointed at Li Yan and said.

Li Yan collected his thoughts, cupped his hands, and responded with a smile: "I have long heard of Fang Xiang, the first counselor who assisted the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty in conquering the Central Plains, and Li Weigong, who is known as the military god of the Tang Dynasty. It is a great honor for me to meet him today."

The ministers all bowed in return.
Hou Junji turned around and said to the Tang officials with a smile: "Every time the Right Wise King went on an expedition, he would wear a tiger head mask to inspire the three armies to fight bravely. Although there is no sword, gun or arrow rain on this mission, it is also another kind of expedition, which is highly valued."

"The customs of the grassland tribes are different from those of the Central Plains. Based on the principle of mutual understanding, let us also respect the customs of the Right Wise King!"

Hou Junji looked embarrassed and gave a tough explanation.

After all, this was the highest-level diplomatic meeting between the two countries, and every word, action, and all kinds of etiquette had to reflect the demeanor of a great power. Hou Junji also told everyone that the Right Wise King wearing a mask was not a sign of disrespect for the Tang Dynasty by the Turks.

Fang Xuanling looked at Li Jing, Li Ji and other generals who were familiar with the Turks with an inquiring look, with obvious confusion in his eyes. Do the Turks have such a custom?
Li Jing and Li Ji were also puzzled and looked at each other.

However, there are many tribes on the grassland, and all kinds of strange customs are messy, and the two are not very clear about them.

Seeing that he could not get the point, Fang Xuanling could only smile and say: "Of course, our Tang Dynasty is vast and rich in resources, and there are many ethnic groups in the Central Plains, each with its own unique customs. This does not prevent us from getting along with Yi and understanding each other."

Although it was a bit regrettable that we were unable to see the true face of the Right Wise King, his identity and the power he represented were what the Tang Dynasty's rulers and ministers valued most.

It doesn’t matter what the Right Wise King looks like.

What's more, after several visits, Hou Junji had already painted Li Yan's true appearance and hung it in Li Shimin's inner study in Chengqing Palace.

If he had seen him in person, Fang Xuanling would definitely have recognized this former Crown Prince.

Although we can't see his appearance now, we can see that Li Yan has grown from an ignorant boy to experience the wind and rain outside the Great Wall, and with years of fighting and tempering on the battlefield, his temperament and style are very different from those of Li Chengqian in the past.

Not to mention that Li Yan III's character, even if he was not generous, was no less magnanimous than Li Shimin.

Li Jing stroked his beard and said with a sharp look, "Isn't it possible that the Right Wise King was worried that our Tang Dynasty was short of troops, so he called so many people to protect us outside the city?"

"Hahaha, Lord Wei is joking!"

Li Yan turned around and looked outside, smiled brightly, waved his right hand, and suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, gently waving it twice. He put his left hand behind his back, and the hair hanging at his temples was picked up by the breeze brought by the fan and floated backwards.

Then he stretched out his left hand and swung the folding fan down. With a "pop" sound, the whole action was completed in one breath, which was extremely chic and beautiful, giving the impression of a romantic and famous person.

When Li Yan was in Chang'an before, he often pretended to be cultured. At this moment, with the folding fan in his hand, he did so unconsciously. Normally, everyone else was a senior official who sat high in the temple or deep in the mansion, so they were naturally unfamiliar with this.

Huh.
When Wang Xuance saw this scene, his eyes moved slightly, his brows furrowed, as if he remembered something, and he let out a light exclamation!
Li Yan's expression froze. Damn it, I must not be recognized by this traitor. He quickly put away his fan, coughed twice, and put on a dignified look.

"These people stay in the camp all day, drinking, fighting and making trouble. It's rare for them to come out for some fresh air."

Li Yan stood proudly, wearing a tiger-head mask and looking at Li Jing: "They also want to appreciate the elegance of the Tang emperor. It is impolite not to enter. If Fengzhou City is not too small to accommodate so many people, they will definitely come in and take a look!"

Fang Xuanling, Li Jing, Li Ji and others' eyes shrank. They felt that although the Right Wise King in front of them was calm and composed, his every move showed a calmness; the millions of troops spoke casually as if they were strolling in the garden, and they did not take the situation in front of them seriously at all.

Even Li Jing was struck by the demeanor of having the world under control.

Fearing that the conversation between the two might cause any unpleasantness, Fang Xuanling hurriedly said, "Right Wise King, our Great Tang Emperor is waiting for you on the tower. Please follow me."

After saying that, Li Yan went up to the city wall under the escort of the Tang Dynasty's emperor and his ministers.

At this moment, Li Shimin happened to walk out of the watchtower, and the two met on the city wall in front of everyone.

Li Shimin was wearing a golden dragon robe, a colorful belt, and a pearly dragon crown. Behind him, two maids were holding colorful fans, and eunuchs were holding yellow silk umbrellas. Various ceremonial objects such as banners, flags, axes, and golden gourds were also available.

Along with the arrival of Li Shimin, various instruments such as drums, flutes, bamboo flutes, and horns also played majestic and solemn music.

Looking at this scene, Li Yan was a little surprised for a moment.

Damn, Li Shimin brought a simple set of imperial procession ceremonials. In terms of various ceremonial music and the red tape to create a grand scene of imperial majesty, no one can compare to the Central Plains dynasty?
Compared with Li Shimin's appearance that seemed like that of an emperor, Li Yan, dressed in white and holding a light fan, looked very shabby.

In fact, Li Shimin also had his own grievances. He originally just wanted to meet with the Right Wise King in private, but he didn't expect Li Yan to bring nearly one million Turkic troops. In the face of such a huge military force, even if Li Shimin had the power of a dragon, he would be suppressed without any trace.

Finally, Li Shimin decided that he must not lose the dignity of the emperor of the Celestial Empire in front of the northern barbarians. So he brought out Emperor Luan Yi, who was inspecting the north when he was about to return, to support the Tang Dynasty.

As expected, the moment Li Shimin came out, all 100,000 soldiers in Fengzhou City bowed down and saluted at the same time: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long, long live the emperor!"

The Turkic natives under the city had never seen such a scene before, and their eyes widened. Coupled with the roar like a tsunami that reached the sky, the Turkic army's horses also became uneasy and neighed loudly, causing a commotion.

When Li Shimin saw this scene, he nodded with satisfaction. The Tang emperor and his ministers on the city wall all felt proud and honored.

Li Yan did not feel embarrassed about this. He did not want the Turks to suppress the Central Plains dynasty. Besides, the other party was his cheap father, so he let Li Shimin take the limelight.

But he overlooked one thing, that is, once you are in the arena, you have no choice. The Right Wise King not only represents himself, but also represents a force that is not inferior to the Tang Dynasty. His words and deeds, his face, are no longer just his business.

Gu Rentu, who was standing below the city, was unhappy when he saw this scene. He felt that the Right Wise King was being suppressed. He immediately sat on his horse, and his giant ape-like body seemed to burst out with violent power. He clenched his right fist and shouted, "Long live the king!"

Many Turkic leaders also followed suit and shouted long live the emperor.

Li Yan stood silently on the top of the city wall, with his hands behind his back, looking at the army that stretched across the sky below the city. A breeze blew, and his clothes fluttered.

Go to the meeting alone and enter the enemy country alone.

This kind of domineering attitude that looked down upon the world shocked the grassland people who admired heroes. Li Yan didn't know that the influence and prestige brought by this courageous act of breaking into the enemy camp even far exceeded the effect of him leading the Turks to conquer Mobei and defeat the Xueyantuo.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers' blood boiled and they shouted in unison: "Long live the king, long live the king, long live the king."

At first the sounds were a bit chaotic, but not long after, the roars of 800,000 troops gathered together into a huge wave, like a hurricane rising from the horizon, sweeping over and hitting the top of the city, shaking the entire city slightly.

The colorful dragon flags on the city walls fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds.

Li Yan stretched out his right hand and pressed it down gently, and the sound wave slowly faded away. Countless pairs of eyes under the city looked at Li Yan as if they believed in him. It seemed that as long as Li Yan gave an order, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire, or a deep abyss ahead, they would bravely move forward and die bravely.

(End of this chapter)