After exhausting myself to death

Nie Shiyun and others handed over their weapons, followed Shen Minghuan, and were guided into the hall by the guards.

It was already past the morning court time, but the palace was still full of people.

The ministers of civil and military affairs were lined up on both sides, all with stern faces and solemn expressions. They watched Shen Minghuan and his entourage walk in, looking up and down with arrogance and disdain in their eyes.

The nine-step high platform is stacked and set off by gold, stone and jade, making the person sitting on the wide dragon chair even more majestic and unattainable.

They don't behave like this on weekdays. It's very tiring. The main reason is to give the prince who will be a hostage in the Yan Kingdom and this group of envoys a show of authority.

In fact, this kind of deterrent behavior is normal for powerful countries. Everyone wants to occupy a dominant position in subsequent cooperation, so they are usually willing to spend some time in the early stage to consolidate their prestige.

But more importantly, it is a great sense of accomplishment to be able to watch with my own eyes the royal families and envoys of other countries being obedient and cautious in their own country.

Shen Minghuan understood this, but if it was him who was being treated as a joke, that would be a different matter.

Emperor Yan is already over fifty years old. With the average life span of fifty today, this age is already considered old. Time is like a knife, carving marks on his body, making him older and sharper.

The black court clothes embroidered with golden dragons are complicated and solemn. Through the crown, Emperor Yan's expression and face are not clear, which makes him look even more unfathomable.

It's not easy to whisper in front of everyone.

Seeing Shen Minghuan looking around boredly, Nie Shiyun had no choice but to grit his teeth and take a step forward.

"The envoy of the Yong Kingdom, by order of the Emperor Yong, came to discuss diplomatic matters between the two countries."

He bowed and bowed, neither humble nor overbearing, and behaved in an extremely upright manner.

They are not subjects of the Yan State, so there is no need to kneel down.

According to etiquette, Emperor Yan should return the favor at this moment.

But a strong person can be unreasonable.

Emperor Yan neither returned the greeting nor called out, and everyone in the envoy except Shen Minghuan could only maintain this somewhat uncomfortable posture.

The chamberlain scolded: "How impudent, you are worshiping me and don't kneel down!"

"Your Majesty, this is against the rules." Nie Shiyun straightened his back, his face showed no fear, and every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful.

They are on an envoy on behalf of Dayong. If they kneel down, Dayong's face will be lost.

A civil servant stood out in the center of the queue and said harshly: "In this land, the rules of our country, Yan, are the rules."

He bowed to Emperor Yan in a flattering manner, then turned sideways and sarcastically said triumphantly: "Prince Yong, are you dissatisfied with this rule?"

Shen Minghuan glanced at him, and the next second his face turned pale, his body swayed, and suddenly he turned his head and slowly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Nie Shiyun was startled and quickly reached out to support him, "Your Highness!"

Shen Minghuan didn't like physical contact very much. He brushed Nie Shiyun's hand away and straightened the corners of his clothes in a leisurely manner. "Gu Gu has been weak since he was a child. Do you want to put Gu to death in such a big battle in your country?"

He said this, but apart from his face as pale as paper and the blood remaining on the corners of his lips, his demeanor as he stood did not look weak at all.

The official was so startled that he took two steps back and shouted angrily: "You are just pretending!"

Of course, Shen Minghuan could not die in the Yan Kingdom, let alone in this hall. Otherwise, even if the Yong Emperor was as timid as a mouse and did not dare to send troops, the important officials in the court would not be able to allow this alliance to continue.

What's more, Jin State is watching eagerly from the side, and the officials know with their toes that Jin State will definitely take this opportunity to cause trouble.

"Oh." Shen Minghuan said slowly: "Then you also vomit one?"

The official's face turned blue and white, his lips opened and closed, as if he was really trying to spit out something.

Shen Minghuan took two steps back, his expression of disgust was very obvious. He looked at Emperor Yan without hesitation, and let out a long sigh, which was mixed with a lot of pity and sympathy.

Emperor Yan: "..."

Emperor Yan regretted it. Leaving so many people to "entertain" Shen Minghuan seemed to be a wrong decision.

"I never thought that my nephew's body would be so weak. Human life is based on Qi and blood. If my nephew is like this, I'm afraid it will hinder his lifespan."

In the early years, when the relationship between the Three Kingdoms was not so stiff, the emperors of each country also falsely referred to each other as brothers. From the perspective of seniority, there was no problem with the title of "nephew" of Emperor Yan.

Just from this content, even Nie Shiyun could tell that it was cursing Shen Minghuan to die early.

Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your reward."

Emperor Yan choked, I'm not praising you!

He dismissed the topic from Shanruliu, "Our country of Yan has a large number of talented people, and there are many famous doctors in the palace. Do you want me to call you to diagnose and treat you?"

"Ah, Your Majesty really has a broad heart." Shen Ming smiled happily, "But no need, Gu is born with this disease and can only be treated with medicine, such as snowy wild ginseng, white cardamom, agrimony, winter deer antler, and century-old Ganoderma lucidum …”

You really dare to read it.

The faces of the ministers of Yan State turned dark.

Shen Minghuan recited more than a dozen medicinal herbs at once, each one worth thousands of gold.

He reluctantly stopped and said, "I know that the Yan State is rich and powerful, and has countless natural resources and treasures. These medicines are only average for your country, but how can I bother your majesty too much? Don't be polite, your majesty. These are enough." ”

He is upright and righteous: "Don't give too much. If you give too much, you won't accept it!"

Emperor Yan: "..."

Emperor Yan said flatly: "My dear nephew, it's hard work coming all the way. It's because I didn't think carefully. You are not feeling well. You should have a good rest."

He did not give Shen Minghuan a chance to speak, and ordered: "Wang Qing, I will leave this matter to you. You must make sure that the friendly envoys feel at home."

The official who was called came out of the queue and bowed to say "yes".

Nie Shiyun shouted hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the covenant..."

"We'll discuss it later." Emperor Yan waved his hand and announced his withdrawal.

Mr. Wang seemed to be a professional at first glance. After some business bragging and testing, they barely completed the process of entertaining the envoys, and then couldn't wait to send the envoys to the inn.

"If Prince Shen has no other instructions, I will resign immediately."

Shen Minghuan nodded slightly, "Thank you, Mr. King."

Wang Fusong almost cried with joy. He had never seen anyone more difficult to serve than Shen Minghuan. There were 800 traps in one sentence. In just half a day, he was so tired that he almost lost half his life.

Mr. Wang saluted Shen Minghuan happily and said goodbye. Before leaving, he asked in a strange way: "Prince Shen, do you know that the third prince and the seventh prince were made to kneel by His Majesty?"

Shen Minghuan innocently said "Ah" and sighed: "Your Majesty is such a loving father."

Mr. Wang was agitated and confirmed that what he heard was "loving father" instead of "strict father". He wished he could give himself a slap in the face.

Let you ask! Make you curious!

Mr. Wang fled in despair.

When he was the only one left in the room, Nie Shiyun looked at Shen Minghuan longingly, "Your Highness..."

Shen Minghuan walked to the chair and sat down. He was very suitable for a wide-sleeved robe. His clothes were fluttering, windless and elegant.

He raised his eyes slightly, with a cold expression on his face. It was not oppressive, but it also made people dare not offend.

"do what?"

Nie Shiyun was a little stunned. He had never thought that a man could be described as "good-looking". When he heard the question, he blurted out unconsciously: "Your Highness, you look like a prince."

After reacting, Shen Minghuan looked at him speechlessly and quickly knelt down to apologize, "Your Highness, I forgive you, I, I..."

Shen Minghuan's expression suddenly turned helpless, "Get up."

If the Nie family hadn't contributed to the founding of the country, Nie Shiyun's temperament would have been torn to pieces by the group of jackals, tigers and leopards in the Yong Kingdom court hall.

But it's not much better now. Escorting the prince to Yan State as a hostage is not an easy job. It's obvious that after a game, no one wanted to go and it fell to Nie Shiyun.

Only he thought it was an important task and worked conscientiously along the way.

And speak directly if you have anything to say.

Such as now.

"I feel that Your Majesty should not choose you, Your Majesty." Nie Shiyun said bluntly, but did not stand up.

He felt that what he said was quite treasonous, so instead of kneeling down after saying it, he might as well kneel down and say it.

Shen Minghuan indeed looked very much like the prince, very much like... the prince that everyone in the world would look forward to.

Unrivaled in beauty, with orchids and jade trees, outstanding.

Always be calm and confident, and resolve all problems in an understatement.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him and said, "Just say this in front of me. Don't mention it again after you go back."

Nie Shiyun pursed his lips: "Yes."

He was not stupid either. He dared to say this just because he felt that Shen Minghuan would not blame him for this, but that may not be the case for other people in the Yong Kingdom.

You know, you know, but feeling aggrieved is really aggrieved.

It is true that Shen Minghuan is weak.

His biological mother was extremely beautiful. Emperor Yong was still a prince at that time. He treated her like a jewel and spent a lot of money to buy medicine for Shen Minghuan.

The good times did not last long, and the beauty died inexplicably in the harem. The emperor was sad for two months and then found a new favorite.

How old was Shen Minghuan at that time? Nie Shiyun thought for a moment, and he was probably only four or five years old.

Later, the fifth prince had no sense of presence and did not even attend the annual banquet in the palace.

Emperor Yong probably forgot that he had such a child.

Logically speaking, the crown prince cannot fall into his trap, but why do all the princes now avoid him?

Shen Minghuan did not have the support of his maternal clan, and was said to not live to adulthood, so it would not be a pity to lose him anyway.

To this day, he has only been the prince for three months after all his efforts.

Nie Shiyun felt that this would be Yong Guo's worst decision.

If there is such a thing as national destiny, God will send the Ziwei star to the world to ensure that the Yong Kingdom regains its glory.

It was they who gave up this opportunity with their own hands.

Give up on this person.