The wait was not long, and a group of people came out of the camp to greet him. The leader introduced himself as the chief officer of the Imperial Front Office, and the Minister of Rites Zhuang Gong. He knew that the Imperial Front Office was the personal servant of the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty, responsible for uploading and issuing and collecting documents. These people had low positions, but they were with the emperor every day, but they were involved in the decision-making and planning of state affairs. They were not the ones who were the most trusted person of the little emperor, but were the ones with low power.

Ma Shao also knew about Duke Zhuang. He was well-read, had beautiful articles in his heart, was very smart, good at planning, and had the merit of following the dragon. However, he was indifferent to fame and fortune and was unwilling to become an official. He had been in charge of the imperial court for ten years. Everyone else had been released, and only he remained in the great inner court. As for the Minister of Rites, he was only the young emperor who gave him a title to express his merits, and he did not actually perform his duties. The young emperor was able to let him take him over, which was considered as giving him face.

"Thank you for your hard work, please follow me to enter. Your Majesty is waiting in the camp." Duke Zhuang bowed his hand and said with a plain face.

"It's time for you to be the owner of the house!" Ma Shao also bowed his hand and smiled, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. To be honest, he was very reluctant to come to the Song Camp. One was frustrated. In the past, the envoys of the Yuan Dynasty were all full of energy and pointed at the envoys as a victor. The other party was often humble and did not dare to put more farts. But it was his turn to sit on the bench and drink herbal tea. He had never seen the official master in the past six months. There was only a guy with a stinky face sarcastic at him.

Today, the young emperor of the Southern Dynasty was willing to see him, which made Ma Shao feel uneasy and sighed that the price of this meeting was also very expensive. This time, he left the city and gave a generous gift, including 1,000 taels of gold, 10,000 taels of silver, 500 pieces of silk and silk, 2 boxes of jewelry, and 100 good horses, 20 selected singular geniuses, 10 beauties of all races, and 50 musicians.

"Enter Ma, please!" Duke Zhuang said, stepping forward.

"Please!" Ma Shao woke up from his imagination. Thinking of his mission, he had to cheer up and follow him on the camp.

The camp occupied a large area. Ma Shao followed before, and the more he walked in, the more he became more and more vigilant, with towers standing in and flags waving, indicating the bases of each department. The sweet fragrance of Laba porridge is stronger. Every time he passed by a camp, he could see several six-foot pots set up on the open space around the camp, emitting a hot white air and exuding the aroma of porridge. Although due to the cover of the camp, he could not see the situation in the distance, he could also judge from the rising white fog that each camp was cooking Laba porridge.

After passing through the numerous camps, he stepped into the gate. There were barriers surrounded by chariots. The person in charge of the guards also replaced them with soldiers in black uniforms. He understood that they must be the close guard of the little emperor, so he stepped into the core area of ​​the entire camp. The fog inside was also shrouded in, and he felt a little hungry along the way.

"Enter Ma, please remove the weapons with you!" When he arrived at a space in front of the chariot, Duke Zhuang bowed again.

"Yes!" Although Ma Shao was a civil servant, both civil and military officials in the Mongolian Yuan had the habit of carrying swords and swords, so he could not avoid the commonplace and hung a sword on his waist. In addition, he knew the rules and explained the rules to the accompanying servants, asking them to wait outside, and only Zhang Ting was brought into the room.

"Please report to the owner of the country. Ma Shao, the envoy of the Yuan Dynasty, asked for a visit to the right prime minister of Jiangbei and Henan Province!" Ma Shao's eyes lit up when he entered the cheluo. There was another world in the cheluo. There were hundreds of acres in the size of a hundred acres, and there were many tents. There were a huge tent surrounded by a huge tent. A flagpole that was five or six meters high was flaunting on it. A lifelike dragon embroidered on it looked down at all. He knew that the imperial tent was right in front of him and said politely.

"Your Majesty, this porridge doesn't seem to be sweet. It must be the dried plums!" As if verifying Ma Shao's words, a guard around the pot secretly took the porridge with a spoon and sent it to his mouth, and said a few times.

"No way? I feel sour when I eat it secretly!" Zhao Bing frowned and knocked his head with the handle of the spoon and said.

"It's just not sweet. If you don't believe it, let everyone taste it!" The guard covered his head and said.

“Not sweet, no sweet!”

"Your Majesty, it's really not sweet. I've added less frosting!"... Everyone put the spoon in their hands into the pot and scooped it and tasted it, and said in a very serious way.

"Your Majesty is just stingy. He said he was giving everyone porridge, but he refused to add more frosting!" Another soldier shook his head and said.

"Really? I'll try it!" Zhao Bing was not annoyed after hearing this, but scooped some porridge and tasted it, "No, adding frosting is a suffocating voice, it's just a group of prodigal sons!" As he said that, he waved a long spoon and was about to beat it.

"Since Your Majesty said it was not sweet, then add a little more!" Everyone saw the spoon coming and avoided them, but a soldier took advantage of the little emperor's turn and poured a large bowl of frosting into the pot, yelling.

"You guys know how much pound of frosting is needed. Just waste it like this. I have to deduct your military pay!" Zhao Bing turned around and shouted in anger.

"Your Majesty doesn't keep his word. He has long said that we should have fun eating porridge today, but he is so stingy!" The soldiers immediately dissatisfied and revealed the short story.

"Okay, okay, okay, if there is only one grain of rice left in these porridge today, I will punish you to go outside the camp to shepherd horses and clean the toilets in the entire camp!" Zhao Bing seemed so angry that he pointed at the laughing crowd with a long spoon, and saw that they still looked indifferent, and he felt even more angry.

"Your Majesty, stir the pot quickly, the one here is going to be messy!" Everyone pointed at the pot on their heads and shouted.

"If you are battered, you have to eat it!" Zhao Bing couldn't help laughing, but did not dare to neglect it, so he hurried over and stirred.

"This little emperor is so kind and allows his subordinates to play and contradict him, but does not punish him. Not only does he not make etiquette, but he also does not accomplish great things." Zhang Ting saw the soldiers surrounding him, while the little emperor left the pot with frosted, he went up to steal the food and shook his head and said.
Chapter completed!