Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 88 The Rumored Dayong
Qing Yange frowned, and glanced at Ying Jiaojiao who was sitting close to her with some displeasure.

In fact, she didn't care who was her deskmate.

But it’s all right for Ying Jiaojiao to sit next to her, holding a copy of the same national policy theory as her in her hand, and her eyes will glance at her from time to time, as long as she flips the book, Ying Jiaojiao will definitely follow her Turn the book.

This completely cuts down the fun of Qingyange reading comic books.

Qing Yange closed the national policy theory with a "snap", and looked a little bored at Xueshi Fang, who was talking on the podium.

Ying Jiaojiao followed suit, sitting upright, her big piercing eyes staring at Xueshi Fang without blinking.

Qingyuan pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled brightly, as expected, one thing is falling down the other.

"Okay, today's lesson is almost over here, and I'm going to tell you the key points." Fang Xueshi closed his book and said solemnly.

Everyone asked: "What's the matter, bachelor?"

"Not long ago, the regent went out to quell the turmoil in southern Yunnan, and the border of Dayong was also made difficult by those stragglers. This move by the regent also cleared the obstacles for Dayong. In order to express his gratitude, Dayong specially sent envoys here , I will almost arrive in Kyoto in the next few days." Fang Xueshi said eloquently.

"Scholar Fang, what do you mean by telling us this? Aren't Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites responsible for receiving envoys?" Everyone was puzzled.

"You are all outstanding talents in Tiancang. I heard that one of Dayong's envoys this time is a talented writer, so this time I need to choose one of you to represent us in Tiancang for a while. A great writer proves that my Tiancang is also a big country full of talents!" Fang Xueshi explained the reason.

For a while, the entire Hanlin Academy fell into a long silence.

Fang Xueshi's expectant eyes fell on one of the students: "Liu Yong, why don't you go?"

The student immediately waved his hand, "No, no, this matter is not trivial, please think twice, bachelor."

Xueshi Fang also understood that this matter was related to Tiancang's dignity, and these students had never seen such a big battle before, so they naturally wanted to fade away.

More importantly, the students are afraid of being unlucky in their studies, and if they are not careful, they will take the blame and implicate the family.

He sighed, and fell on another person, "How about Zhang Yi..."

The student who was named shook his head like a rattle, "Scholar Fang, look at the others, Mr. Zhang is too knowledgeable and not competent."

Immediately afterwards, Xueshi Fang ordered dozens of people in one breath, but every answer he got was a polite refusal.

Fang Xueshi gradually became a little angry, and he slapped the table heavily with his palms, "You are not only knowledgeable students, but also descendants of famous families. It is really true that you are so timid in the face of mere tyranny. It's so disappointing to me!"

Xueshi Fang got angry and scolded all the students who were usually proud and arrogant, but they didn't dare to refute.

The matter once again ran into trouble.

Qing Yange's words to Bachelor Fang came in one ear and out the other, she had no idea what these people were chattering about, she propped her cheek with one hand, her eyes were blank, just waiting for the end of get out of class in every possible way.

At this moment, Qingyange felt that the hand holding her face was a little numb after maintaining this posture for too long, so she raised her hand to move her muscles and bones.

It just so happened that this action fell into Xueshi Fang's eyes, his dark pupils filled with anger instantly lit up with the light of hope, and he showed a gratified smile, "Grand—"

"I, I, I, I'm going! Let me go!" However, Cheng Yaojin rushed out halfway, directly blocking Xueshi Fang's line of sight.

Fang Xueshi cast his suspicious eyes on Ying Jiaojiao.

She just watched Ying Jiaojiao raised her hands high, her face eager to try.

"Princess, are you sure?"

Ying Jiaojiao replied decisively: "I'm sure!"

……

"Princess, the only book you have read since you were young is three hundred nursery rhymes. Are you sure you can deal with Dayong's writers?"

"Yeah, the county chief, why don't you just throw this hot potato to other people, and we won't be the ones in Nan'an Prefecture who will be blamed if something happens."

On the way back to Nan'an Mansion, Changsheng and Bulao persuaded him one after another.

Ying Jiaojiao was wrapped in a cloak, only her exposed eyes were piercing, "Didn't you see Qing Yange wanting to compete for this spot just now?"

Changsheng and dishonesty replied: "We didn't see it."

Ying Jiaojiao went on to say: "Since the job that Qingyange wants must be a good job, it's definitely right to grab it."

Chang Sheng and Bu Lao sighed, "Princess Princess, did you listen to us?"

Ying Jiaojiao continued on her own, "And he's just a mere great writer, not some general who wields knives and guns. Since he can't hurt me, I'm afraid what he will do!"

In the end, Ying Jiaojiao kept cheering herself up, "Come on, I can do it!"

"Ying Jiaojiao, you are a fairy descended to earth, you are the best!"

"Ying Jiaojiao, you must win the beauty, let Qing Yange bow down!"

Longevity, Immortality: "..."

Three days later.

Dayong's envoys arrived as scheduled.

A banquet of hundreds of flowers was set up in the palace, and Dayong envoys were invited.

Ying Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and looked at Qingyange who sat on the top wearing elegant and luxurious clothes, as beautiful as a gorgeous delicate flower.

She looked down at herself again.

As the princess, she should have been sitting at the top.

But who told her to be the literary representative of Diancang?

Right now, he was actually sitting in the most inconspicuous corner with the people from Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites, and he was wearing a specific dusty robe.

She wanted to cry without tears, and glanced at an official sitting upright, "Why do we have to dress like this?"

The official said to Ying Jiaojiao respectfully: "Every time an envoy from another country visits, our delegation formed by the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple will wear such clothes. The clothes are plain in color and simple in style, which not only shows the great power Demeanor, it will not steal the limelight from the envoys of other countries."

Ying Jiaojiao asked again: "Since we are meeting with the envoy of Dayong, and the envoy of Dayong sits at the top, shouldn't we also sit next to each other?"

The official shook his head, "No, we are just petty officials, how can we have the right to sit there?"

Yingjiao bit her lip angrily, only feeling a mass of anger in her chest with nowhere to vent.

"Dayong's envoys have arrived—"

Suddenly, a notification came from the entrance of the main hall.

Ying Jiaojiao looked up.

I saw a man wearing a snow-colored robe, radiant as bright as the moon, approaching. His robe was decorated with a complicated and noble unicorn pattern. He was shining faintly like the bright moon in the sky, and three thousand hairs were hanging down at will. , with a slight smile in her eyes, her every move is full of elegance.

Behind him were dozens of Dayong officials in different clothes.

(End of this chapter)