It took a full half month until the Lantern Festival. Ye Chunqiu spent most of the time in the camp. He put his heart in the camp and left his disciples in the camp to practice, but he hid aside. Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but feel uneasy.

After the Lantern Festival, the Tatars finally arrived. Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple came to inspect the camp, mainly to teach the etiquette of the new army in Zhenguo to welcome foreign envoys.

Ye Chunqiu asked Wang Shouren to come and receive him, but he was locked in the camp to conceive punches and milling machines. With a high-temperature furnace, there must be production machinery. Although the hydraulic forging machine is enough, it must be perfect. After all, it is just stamping some of the most basic plate armor parts now, and in the future, there are too many things to do.

At noon, Ye Chunqiu learned that the people from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple had not left, so he walked there to pay a visit. As soon as he arrived outside the tent, he heard the sound of chatting and laughing.

"No, no, Lord Zhao is a great statement. If the later lord did not lose his country, how could he be so miserable? It would be quite meaningful if the subordinate official got a poem..."

"Hurry, come and listen, the poem that Dr. Zhang likes is definitely not bad..."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

When Ye Chunqiu walked in, he saw Wang Shouren sitting in the last seat, and the rest were a few officials in breeze clothes, each sitting in his seat, stroking his long beards and laughing.

One of them was Ye Chunqiu's old acquaintance, Zhang Yi, the head and guest doctor of Honglu Temple. When he first maintained the Japanese envoy, he had a lot of objections to Ye Chunqiu. Since then, because Ye Chunqiu beat the Japanese envoy, he also submitted several memorials based on this, but unfortunately he did not resonate with everyone, so he gave up in the end.

Seeing Ye Chunqiu coming in with silver armor and swords, several officials were humbly about to get up and salute, but only the doctor of the Ministry of Rites and Zhang Yi, the head and guest doctor of the Honglu Temple, still sat down.

Ye Chunqiu greeted everyone and said, "You all came to the camp and were not well received. I hope you will forgive me."

The doctor of the Ministry of Rites saw that he was a good old man and said with a smile: "Where is it? I'll come here to hide here and listen to the great views of all the masters."

Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips and said with a faint smile: "It is rare that you all have such a good mood..."

Ye Chunqiu was very familiar with this in the officialdom. He was so kind that he could speak like a spring breeze. He was about to say something, but Zhang Yi, who was sitting beside him, had a smile on his face and suddenly interrupted Ye Chunqiu: "Why did Ye Xiu bring armor to see him?"

When he asked, the atmosphere in the account became awkward.

Indeed... Ye Chunqiu was a editor, but he was also a counselor of the preaching and worshipping, so he trained here. However, in theory, Ye Chunqiu should wear black veil and a kirin suit to see him.

But sometimes people don’t care much about it. The so-called etiquette is like this. You just need to know that if others don’t respect you, they won’t care.

However, Zhang Yi was still angry. He still held a grudge against Ye Chunqiu's killing of the Japanese envoy. Now that he saw Ye Chunqiu's ups and downs, he couldn't help but want to sarcastically say when he encountered an opportunity.

Look, all the people here today are ritual officials, but you are wearing military uniforms and are very disappointed.

Everyone smiled awkwardly, thinking that Zhang Yi's words were inappropriate, but if you think about it carefully, it was difficult to speak for Ye Chunqiu. This is easy to understand. If this matter starts to spread, can the dignified ritual officer ignore Ye Chunqiu's rudeness?

Shilin Qing discussed the change and impermanence. Who knows if everyone criticized Ye Chunqiu for being rude?

Zhang Yi looked at Ye Chunqiu with a smile, but his eyes were aggressive. He was the guest doctor of Honglu Temple, and his rank was higher than Ye Chunqiu. The most important thing was that he couldn't stand Ye Chunqiu. There was nothing wrong with scolding Ye Chunqiu.

Wang Shouren looked at Ye Chunqiu carefully. He knew that Ye Chunqiu must be a little aggrieved at this time, but he didn't know if Chunqiu would be angry about it, but instead made even more rude actions.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chunqiu just smiled and said, "If I don't do this, how could Lord Zhang have to sit down and talk?"

After a word came out, Zhang Yi's face changed suddenly.

If I don’t wear armor, don’t carry a sword, and don’t want to defend my country, can you still talk to others in such a comfortable and relaxed environment?

This sentence is both ironic and expresses Ye Chunqiu's ambition. A sentence of conversation brings out his face that he does not know the sufferings of the world and does not know the flames of the border towns but is here to speak out loudly and talk loudly.

Zhang Yi wanted to jump out to refute immediately, but he found that he could not find any words. Moreover, continuing to argue with reason seemed to only become a joke in others. He simply turned a shameless person and never heard Ye Chunqiu's words.

At this time, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites showed his true nature as an old man: "An urgent report has been heard. The little prince led five hundred elite cavalry to Xuanfu. They were fast horses and could arrive in Beijing in just three days. I was ordered by Mr. Liu to come to patrol the camp. I saw that the new army in the country had rules and regulations, strict military discipline, and neat lineup, so it was no problem. Mr. Liu meant that the new army should be both polite and honest..."

Zhang Yi couldn't help but interrupt: "I'm afraid that there are too many festivals and fewer rituals. The new army in the country must not cause any trouble. Otherwise, Ye Xiu, you have to bear the responsibility."

Ye Chunqiu ignored him and instead bowed politely to the doctor of the Ministry of Rites and said, "Thank you for your advice, I will be able to fulfill my mission."

The doctor stroked his beard and said, "It's easy to say, it's just for the service. Ye Xiu's new army has long been famous. When he saw Zhang Yi next to him, he was indeed well-known." Seeing that Zhang Yi was neglected by Ye Chunqiu, he was afraid that Zhang Yi would say something strange and would have a dispute, so he was not easy to say, so he said, "Okay, I can go back and hand over my mission."

He stood up and said goodbye with the officials. Ye Chunqiu sent them out of the gate. Zhang Yi was angry and sat in the sedan chair first. However, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites smiled awkwardly and said to Ye Chunqiu: "Writer Ye Xiu, you don't have to be as knowledgeable as such people. I know that Ye Xiu is open-minded and has a very talented person, so he should have a broad mind." He looked at Ye Chunqiu deeply and said: "When people live in the world, they will always meet a few unhappy people, and they are used to it."

Ye Chunqiu looked indifferent and said, "What the lord advises is that the subordinates must remember it in their hearts."

The doctor nodded and smiled indifferently, cheered up and said, "No need to see each other off. See you in Chaoyang in three days."

The ritual officials each got into the sedan chair and walked out of the gate.

Wang Shouren gave him here with Ye Chunqiu. Ye Chunqiu's anger must have not yet disappeared, but he saw Ye Chunqiu's face as usual, just staring at the car sedan that was going away. The boy wearing silver armor relaxed his eyebrows and pursed his lips, his eyes were still clear, and the white snow reflected in his pupils. The black and white pupils were like pearls under candlelight, with shiny folds.
Chapter completed!