The best county magistrate

After coming out of Nanya, Yang Xuanchen visited Jishitang again and received confirmation from Hua'an that Yelujin had been poisoned.

After this day, it seems that another clue to this case has emerged.

The next step is to find an opportunity to meet Hua Zigan, the Prime Minister of Honglu Temple. It would be even better if there is a chance to meet Chu Xinran.

As the sun set and night fell, Yang Xuanchen followed the eldest prince and sat down early in the Ruiguang Palace.

"Teacher, you said we can win the literary fight the day after tomorrow?"

Seeing that Zhao Yanli was interested in the civil war between the two countries, a smile appeared on Yang Xuanchen's face, "The civil war is just a fig leaf. No matter how we fight, we are still fighting for interests."

"Winning or losing is not that important, because in the end it all comes down to the military power of the two countries."

Zhao Yanli was a little puzzled and asked: "Didn't it say that the winner of a literary fight can make demands of the loser?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was shocked, "Are you stupid?"

"If we win, do you think Beiliao will agree to cede Yanzhou to us?" Yang Xuanchen complained angrily.

Zhao Yanli originally wanted to argue a few words after being beaten, but he was discouraged when he heard what he said, "It seems to make sense."

"But, if we can win this civil war, at least we can add some chips to the negotiation table..."

Yang Xuanchen said seriously, and Zhao Yanli listened with half-understanding. Soon after, people from Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites welcomed the Liao delegation into Ruiguang Hall.

As the eldest prince, Zhao Yanli, accompanied by Yang Xuanchen, temporarily hosted the reception. After everyone took their seats, Emperor Jianwen arrived.

Seeing that his son was able to act generously and decently with the help of everyone, Emperor Jianwen's originally solemn face became softer.

"I didn't expect that you, Yeluchi, would come in person this time!"

Yeluchi stood up with a smile. He walked to the center of the hall and bowed to Emperor Jianwen, "Foreign Minister Yeluchi pays homage to Emperor Dayan!"

After some etiquette, Yeluchi spoke first, "I haven't seen you for many years. Your majesty remains as majestic as before, and his appearance is even better than before."

"Mr. Yelu, thank you very much. Time is not forgiving. You and I are no longer young..."

"Sit down, you and I will have a drink together to celebrate today and talk about it later." Emperor Jianwen said and raised his glass.

After drinking a glass of Mengxian wine, everyone in the Liao envoy looked shocked.

"Okay! Good wine!" The old man sitting next to Yeluchi shouted, "May I ask Your Majesty, what kind of wine is this?"

Emperor Jianwen looked at Yang Xuanchen with a smile, "My dear, please speak to Mr. Tuoba for me."

Wouldn't it be over if you just say it? You ask me to take action on such a small matter, and my stomach is not full yet!

After hearing this, Yang Xuanchen put down his chopsticks, stood up and bowed, took the wine glass and walked to the center of the hall, bowed to Emperor Jianwen again, and then saluted the Northern Liao envoy.

"Yang Xuanchen has met Ambassador Yelu, Mr. Tuoba, and all friends from Bei Liao!"

"Please smell the aroma of the wine again. Is it refreshing and pleasant, like a dream?"

Seeing everyone smelling the aroma of the wine, Yang Xuanchen put a smile on his lips and said, "This wine is called Mengxian, which means dreams become immortals!"

"Xuanchen, on behalf of His Majesty, would like to toast you all with another drink, please!"

Yang Xuanchen said as he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.

"Okay! What a dream fairy wine, what a poet Yang Xuanchen!" Tuoba Zhongxuan stood up with a smile, and walked up to Yang Xuanchen with a pot of wine.

It seems that the Bei Liao mission has done enough homework this time, and I, the Mung Bean Sesame Officer, have come into their sight.

Looking at Yang Xuanchen's confused eyes, Tuoba Zhong said with a smile: "My little friend's name has long been resounding throughout Bei Liao..."

"If you don't see it, the red maple water comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

"..."

Tuoba Zhongxuan recited several ancient poems that Yang Xuanchen had memorized a few years ago when he was showing off.

The eloquent and emotional interpretation vividly displays the artistic conception and emotion in the poems, as if these poems were written by him.

His actions obviously brought Yang Xuanchen to a very high level.

Tuoba Zhongxuan, the number one person in today's literary world, praised a young man in public and even recited and praised his poems.

Over the years, he, Yang Xuanchen, is still the first!

Just when everyone had not come back to their senses, Tuoba Zhongxuan took a big gulp of wine into his mouth.

"My little friend once left a couplet at the Lantern Festival Festival in Qingzhou. He was lonely and cold and a widow with no window!"

"I have a couplet here, the rough waves sink into the abyss. What do you think?"

Hearing what Tuoba Zhongxuan said, Yang Xuanchen pondered for a few moments, raised his eyes and smiled, "Sir, you are very right. Not only are they smooth and neat, but the artistic conceptions echo each other!"

This old man can do it. Although this sentence of "turbulent waves and deep abyss" is not the best answer in his mind, it is still much better than others.

If there was no self in this world, it seems that no one could shake Tuoba Zhongxuan's throne as the number one in the literary world.

Yang Xuanchen took out a ten thousand tael silver note from his arms and handed it over, "Junior made a promise that if anyone can match this couplet, he will give him ten thousand taels of silver."

Tuoba Zhongxuan glanced at the banknote in Yang Xuanchen's hand, thoughtfully.

He had long heard that Dayan had come up with something that could replace cash. It was quite strange to see it today. He looked at it carefully and handed the banknote back.

"Little friend, please don't make fun of me, I am not short of money..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xuanchen took over the topic with a wave of his hand, "Sir, please don't be humble. If you don't accept this junior's money, wouldn't this junior become a dishonest person?"

The two of them pushed back for a while, but in the end Tuoba Zhongxuan accepted the bill with a smile and carefully stuffed it into his inner pocket.

"Your talent is like the bright moon, illuminating the direction for students all over the world. I would like to give you another toast."

"Everyone drinks together, everyone drinks together, haha." Tuoba Zhongxuan greeted with a smile, feeling happy.

After the two of them took their seats, some dancers entered the Ruiguang Hall, and everyone enjoyed the performance and chatted with each other.

Yang Xuanchen sat next to Zhao Yanli and looked at the members of the Bei Liao mission who were attending the banquet opposite.

Yeluchi and Tuoba Zhongxuan already knew each other. Sitting at the third table was a man with a handsome face. Judging from his physique, he should be a martial arts practitioner.

Then there were three young people, two men and one woman.

The men should be Bao Yu from Wenhan Academy in Bei Liao and Yu Chi from Moxiang Academy, and the woman is Gu Li from Xuanmiao Pavilion.

After that are some of the subordinates accompanying the mission. As for who is who, it is not that important.

On Beiliao's side, apart from the handsome middle-aged man who was drinking alone, the three young people were unanimously focused on Yang Xuanchen.

There was a literary fighting spirit in their eyes, well, it was very strong, so strong that they wanted to start a literary fight now.

Then the three of them stepped on him, Yang Xuanchen, and on the faces of all the students in the Great Yan Dynasty, painting a bright and colorful stroke on their lives.

Yang Xuanchen smiled back and nodded at them, but received contempt from Bao Yu and Yu Chi. Instead, he found a hint of curiosity in Gu Li's eyes.

He raised his glass and saluted her from afar. Gu Li returned the salute expressionlessly. The two drank another glass at the same time, and then looked at each other.

When the dancing girl left the stage, Yeluchi initiated some business and customs clearance matters.

"The Mengxian wine I drank today is truly extraordinary. It is even better than some of our famous wines in Daliao."

"Your Majesty, I wonder if this wine is for sale?"

Emperor Jianwen did not answer immediately, but instead glanced towards Yang Xuanchen.

I'm Zhuo, you are the emperor, okay? Don't ask me about everything.

Doesn’t your family have Zijinzhai? If you just use the name of Zijinzhai to export and earn foreign exchange, it would be over.

However, Emperor Jianwen had already looked over and he must express something. Yang Xuanchen nodded immediately.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Jianwen glared at him when he saw it, "I asked you to get up and talk, why do you nod!"

Yeluchi was naturally not an ordinary person to be the leader of the Bei Liao mission, and it was already obvious from the eyes of the two men.

"If Mr. Yelu likes Mengxian Wine, can we discuss it after you and I have settled the trade matters?" The speaker was Song Guangxin, the Minister of Rites.