Hu Yi was very angry and prepared for a long time. But these preparations were not used to win the reputation of Qingliu in the world, but they became the name of Qingliu’s incompetence.

The white snow fell, and Emperor Zhu Qiyu of the Ming Dynasty brought the queen, imperial concubine, and all the concubines to enjoy the people.

It was because of this ability to make dumplings that Zhu Qiyu wasted dozens of kilograms of noodles, which made him barely have some characteristics.

"I'm not going to kneel down now, get up, get up!" Zhu Qiyu no longer remembers how many times this was the time to bend down to help the people who gave him great gifts. He raised his hands high and shouted loudly: "Today I will add another order. All my people in the Ming Dynasty who are over 60 years old and whose descendants have made contributions to the Ming Dynasty, please don't kneel when they see me."

He said he was not allowed to kneel, but the whole square was still full of darkness.

Bai Minghe was standing in the northeast corner of the square with a cigar. This location is close to home, so he is ready to go home to eat dumplings. The open air is too cold, and Bai Minghe doesn't like to eat dumplings filled with pork and cabbage.

The family has prepared dumplings with fresh shrimp, lean meat and green onion.

"How long have you been preparing for this scene?" Yu Qian suddenly appeared beside Bai Minghe.

There is no surprise to Bai Minghe. People who can get close to him without being blocked by the guards can count them in the Ming Dynasty. Even if some people cannot block them, some people will come to remind Bai Minghe.

"The party is powerful, it's not a good thing!" Bai Minghe replied.

"But, your move is too ruthless. Hu Yi will hate you." Yu Qian reminded with kindness.

Bai Minghe turned around: "I guess my brother must have told the adults that I was only the second to last when I was taking the imperial examination. In jargon, it was one taller than Sun Shan."

"You..." Yu Qian didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Yu, Confucianism also has different people. Master Yu's Confucianism, Master Li Bing's iron bones, Lord Jiang Yuan is no longer pure Confucianism. If Master Yu really thinks that the sages say that the world is ruled and the Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism is authentic, then our friendship ends here." Bai Minghe said such words without any room for relief for the first time.

Yu Qian did not rush to answer. Instead, he said, "Your brother has entered a story about snacks on the altar."

Bai Minghe pressed on his forehead, but he had no such memory.

Yu Qian asked again: "With you now, how will you start with the snacks on the altar?"

"A few pieces of snacks on the small altar. Looking around the world, build a few high-quality snack shops. From now on, the snacks on the altar will be presented by my white-name crane. It is only a child's thought. My white-name crane has already started a family. Although I have not established a career, I can still do something for the Ming Dynasty and China."

"I miss me Confucianism, know astronomy, and know drought and flood. I respect the six virtues: wisdom, trustworthiness, saintness, benevolence, righteousness, loyalty. I guard the six qualities: filial piety, friendship, harmony, marriage, responsibility, and sympathy. I recognize the six arts: ritual, music, shooting, impulse, calligraphy, and number." Yu Qian is a Confucianism, and he lowered his voice at this point: "These are not my kindness. What is the difference between Yue Buqun in the previous Song Dynasty and Chengzhu and your storybook? If you suppress my Confucianism, I will fight with you in life and death!"

Yu Qian also made a harsh statement.

"Do you want to go to my place to eat dumplings?" Bai Minghe's words almost choked Yu Qian out of illness with completely irrelevant words.

"Let me try the skills in your house!" Emperor Ming Dynasty Zhu Qiyu didn't know when Bai Minghe and Yu Qian came to Bai Minghe and Yu Qian. No one knew how many words he said when he heard Yu Qian and how many words Bai Minghe said. Zhu Qiyu said, "Yu Aiqing, I originally thought that in history books, Emperor Tang and his subjects were just a kind of praise for their praises, but today I know that the ancients really did not deceive me!"

"Long live!" Yu Qian gave a respectful salute.

Originally, Baiminghe did not intend to give a big gift, but with Yu Qian here, Baiminghe could only bow and bow a long time.

"Bai Minghe. Your etiquette is not standard. Your fingers should be like this. Quickly apologize to Long Live." Yu Qian really choked Bai Minghe this time. After apologizing, Bai Minghe understood why Yu Qian was like this. Because Bai Minghe despised Confucianism, Yu Qian wanted to fight back.

It is not a counterattack against a small mistake like Bai Minghe, but a counterattack by a real great scholar.

Zhu Qiyu just glanced at Yu Qian and Bai Minghe. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty was very interested in the battle between these two. They were both loyal and good ministers. They had different styles, but they were all dedicated to the public.

However, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty did not ask, and there was no need to ask.

The atmosphere in the square has reached a small **, and it will take a process from chopping meat to making dumplings. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty took a few close ministers to Baiminghe Mansion. An imperial banquet was prepared there. No one would expect the Emperor of Ming Dynasty to eat the kind of dumplings that were cooked with the people in the snow.

In the east of the capital, a convoy is approaching the capital.

Sitting in the convoy was Lu Qiyuan, the master of the white-known crane, and one of the most important guests of the New Year this time. Mo Long, from Little Luzon, started to get off the ship in Tianjin, just familiar with various etiquette and rules, strengthened the study of Chinese dialect and Chinese characters, and accepted the principles of action in various environments of the dining table, court, living room, and study.

Mo Long, wearing a big red scribe's gown, saw along the way far beyond his imagination.

A Tianjin Guard is enough to surprise. At least he wouldn't think that a village on the roadside was like a chief tribe like he was in Little Luzon. But when he met the first county town, he even thought that this was the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

Lu Qiyuan did not explain, just said that it had not arrived yet.

Finally, seeing the legendary Ming capital, Mo Long shouted and jumped out of the car, looked at the city walls several feet high, shouted, furiously, and kneeled down.

"Then the Tubaozi is the big leader of Little Luzon?" Standing inside the city gate, an elite general of the imperial guards was very confused. Why did he ask the imperial guards to line up in the east of the outer city just to welcome such a small person from the barbarian land?

"How do you feel about the Northwest Granary?" The boss of the Imperial Army general suddenly appeared behind him.

"What does this mean?" The general was very nervous.

"Another nonsense, I will transfer you to the northwest to guard the granary." The boss smiled, but this was very threatening.

The dialogue between the two generals ended, and the guard of honor itself was here. They were the podium of the Ming Dynasty's capital, not to welcome anyone.

Iron tools are extremely valuable in the Little Luzon, and steel is a sacred object for the Little Luzons.

But the elite imperial guards of about fifty people in front of the city gate were armed with their teeth, and the bright leaf armor on their bodies almost covered their entire bodies, bows, knives, daggers, and guns. Each person had at least four weapons on them, and the only one with fewer weapons was even more gorgeous, patrolling back and forth.

The people in the past only thought that there was a great ceremony today, so the imperial guards guarded the city gate.

Mo Long looked at these mighty imperial guards and wanted to get close as he looked.

When he reached the imperial guards a step forward, fifty imperial guards shouted in unison: "Avoid!"

Lu Qiyuan then pulled Mo Long away: "It is not allowed to get close to the guards. There are rules for this. No one can harasse the guards on the post."

Mo Long nodded with no idea. It was originally arranged, and the imperial guards performed a change of guards in front of Mo Long. Not only Mo Long, but also ordinary people like this mighty and arrogant change of guards. Then the laid-off soldiers did not disperse, but lined up to leave.

These are the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

There are three types of Ming soldiers in Mo Long's heart, one he had seen in the Manila port. Those soldiers were cheerful, always laughing, and always so happy. But they were very disciplined. Everyone strictly abide by the regulations. It is rare to see soldiers who make mistakes and be punished. Even walking on the street, these soldiers will not be distracted, and there will be a whole team.

The second type is the army that I saw next to Bai Minghe, the Ming armed forces, which are full of murderous aura and are enough to make people scared with their eyes.

The third type is the current one, which is mighty and gives people an invisible pressure.

Mo Long participated in the war.

When I was young, I followed the tribe to compete for territory with another tribe, and had a ridiculous battle. At least this is how Mo Long saw the war at the moment.

Later, after seeing the battle like flowing clouds and a strong sense of rhythm when the Ming Navy cleared the pirates, he felt for the first time that he could not fight at all, and his martial arts were only comparable to ordinary soldiers in the Ming Dynasty. The lieutenants who led the troops in the Ming Dynasty all had extraordinary martial arts.

"Let's go to Lord Bai's mansion first. The Forbidden City is not available at any time."

In front of the white-famous He's mansion, you can see the Forbidden City. In addition to the red high walls, the mysterious Forbidden City made Mo Long's imagination in his mind.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement.

When Mo Long entered the Bai Mansion, it was the time when the Emperor of Ming Dynasty was having a banquet with Bai Minghe and several close ministers.

"Long live, Mo Long is here." After receiving the report, Bai Minghe stood up and said to Zhu Qiyu.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, Zhu Qiyu no longer cared about this. When Mo Long arrived, he naturally wanted to meet the previous one. Under the guidance of the eunuch in the inner palace, Mo Long learned the etiquette of meeting the emperor again, and some rules that need to be paid attention to. The banquet had also been rhythmic and the main hall was cleaned up.

Mo Long put on a clean new dress and stood in front of the main entrance waiting. However, he felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to see the Ming emperor who was high and could raise millions of troops at any time. What would he feel?

Finally, I waited for the signal to enter the house. Mo Long forgot everything as soon as he entered the house, and threw all the etiquettes behind his head. He knelt on the ground and said loudly: "His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, I, Mo Long, want to be your retainer. Your honor is my Mo Long's honor. Your enemy, Mo Long, will definitely rush to kill you."

Hahaha!

Zhu Qiyu smiled heartily: "I just said that he will definitely forget those troublesome etiquettes."
Chapter completed!