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At this time, the Japanese envoys had already approached, and Yang Ling's eyes turned back to the Japanese envoys who came forward. The person in front of the head is much taller than the others behind him, only half a head shorter than Yang Ling. Pale yellow sunflower pattern, black hair tied behind his head, only tied with lavender cloth strips, a standard samurai attire.
Although he was dressed elegantly, there was a terrifying tension in every move he made. Yang Ling swept his eyes and noticed that he had a Nodachi on his waist, which could make such a heavy long sword. It can be seen that this man Must have extraordinary arm strength and superior martial arts.
Looking at his aura, this person should be the leader of the mission, but there is another handsome young warrior standing shoulder to shoulder with him, and it seems that his status is not weaker than him.
This young man is wearing a pure white Luo Ling jacket with a ribbon around his waist, and a samurai sword and a wakizaru are inserted obliquely on it. Although he is not tall, he looks slender and upright because of his well-proportioned limbs and well-fitting dress.
About a foot away, Wang Hua stopped, and stood there with a smile, neither neglecting nor overly enthusiastic. Yang Ling was familiar with this kind of silent diplomatic rhetoric in the biographies of modern politicians, so he couldn't help but smiled slightly, and then stood up.
His title and official position are no longer below those of the six chiefs, but Wang Hua is in charge of the Ministry of Rites, after all, he is the chief welcoming officer, so he naturally has to show due respect. The two warriors were indeed of the same status, they raised their hands at the same time, stopped the guards behind them, and then walked over side by side, accompanied by two officials from the Ministry of Rites, one on the left and one on the right.
Master Zuo, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, caught up with two steps and said, "This is Mr. Wang Hua, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty, and this is Mr. Yang Ling, the general of Zhu Kingdom."
The two Japanese envoys had already heard that Emperor Hongzhi liked to use old ministers, but they didn't understand the style of the new emperor. When they saw Yang Ling was young, he stood half a step back, and at the same time, the etiquette officer said that this person was the minister of the Ministry of Rites. The official, he should be the leader of today's envoy, put his hands on his knees quickly, and said with a deep bow: "I have seen Mr. Shangshu", and he spoke in perfect Chinese.
Before this bow raised their heads, they suddenly heard the word Yang Ling, and the two of them couldn't help but startled and froze for a moment, then straightened up, looked at Yang Ling in surprise, and bowed again politely. Wang Hua and Yang Ling also clasped their fists in return, and then each took a step forward, held their arms and said with a smile: "Come to make a little courtesy, please get up quickly."
Lord Zuo pointed to the man in purple clothes who was in his thirties with a square face and extremely firm muscles and said, "This is the envoy Ouchi Yoshiyuki of His Royal Highness King Yongzheng of Japan," and then pointed to the young man in white robe and said : "This is the tribute envoy Hosokawa Chengming."
Yang Ling was a little surprised, why did Cheng Qiyun get two tribute envoys? He clasped hands with Wang Hua and looked at Cheng Qiyun. Cheng Qiyun seemed to have known that he would be confused. Come on, the corners of his lips were pursed, his smiling eyes were slightly curved, his half-smile was indescribably mischievous, but at the same time, he was proud of his wisdom.
Yang Ling snorted secretly: "This girl is going to show off again." Although Cheng Qiyun is a few years older than him, his actual age is older than Cheng Qiyun, and Cheng Qiyun is well-behaved and lively. Without the elegance and elegance of a young woman, Yang Ling always unconsciously called her a girl, but he didn't realize that the tone was a little doting.
He knew Cheng Qiyun's so-called showing off, nine out of ten it meant to please him, so he didn't think it was disobedient, he just wanted to ask her after he got back, but when he looked back, he saw something from those blue jackets. The samurai passed by, and suddenly felt a little familiar.
Those warriors were all wearing slightly bulky black jerseys, with long hair tied into ponytails. Most of them were 16 or 17 years old, and they were all handsome. The prosperity of the chrysanthemum is far better than that of the Chinese. It can be said that the chrysanthemum is in full bloom and colorful.
Most of the generals, daimyo, and high-ranking samurai have many servant boys aged seventeen, eighteen, or even fifteen or sixteen years old. The Japanese call them "small surnames", which are actually **. These women are not only the lord's male favourites, but also the lord's bodyguards, so it's not surprising that they are young and handsome.
However, Yang Ling glanced over the faces of the "chrysanthemums" inadvertently, and suddenly found a young man standing behind the crowd, wearing a samurai jersey, with a slightly bloated waist, but his skin was moist and his face was as tender as a flower. Charming and soft, even though she just stood there quietly without making any gestures, her whole body was full of indescribable coquettishness.
Pianpian beautiful young man, good looks are rare in the world?
As soon as Yang Ling met those fiery bright eyes, he suddenly felt that the sun was shining brightly, and his heart felt hot Lianer! That's Lian Er!
Cheng QiyunIt makes her waist look as smooth as expected, her fragrance is perfect, her tenderness is charming, and her words are flattering.
Yang Ling thought of the romance with Ma Lian'er under the red maple tree on Qixia Mountain, and couldn't help feeling hot in his heart. This infatuated girl had really sacrificed a lot for herself, and she traveled all over the world by herself, leaving her, a pregnant woman, alone in the Jinling is indeed a bit lucky, thanks to her understanding and reason, such a proud and arrogant girl has never complained or regretted herself.
Cheng Qiyun's teasing tone seemed a little bitter and jealous, but Yang Ling was just thinking about Lian'er, so he didn't notice it. He smiled, stood up and said, "You're tired from a long journey. Take a rest. Tomorrow I will hold another banquet to cleanse you up."
Cheng Qiyun smiled and nodded, Yang Ling turned and walked out of the room. The bead curtain swayed, and the smile on Cheng Qiyun's face disappeared. She thoughtfully played with the blue silk on the first floor that trailed down her chest, and sighed faintly: "Waiting is always better than waiting. I have no chance, alas! I really wish I could chop up your mud-bodied and wood-carved Yang Bodhisattva to make firewood ".
The light in the corner was dim, and a hazy yellow halo rose from the dim light. In the halo, her hand caressing her hair was as white as an ivory comb, and her body was sitting tall, extraordinarily exquisite
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