The man was wearing purple royal attire, his handsome face was slightly rough, and his sword eyebrows were also thick, rebellious: "Turkic prince Tuobahao, by order of his father, came to meet the Qinghuang!"
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly. Last year, there was a severe drought in Turkic and the grass dried up. Many cattle and sheep starved to death. , Turkic and Qing Yan had a lot of grievances!
The prince of Turkic came to Qingyan, I am afraid that the visitor is not good!
The emperor's eyes flashed, and he said in a neutral tone: "The Turkic king has a heart."
The eldest prince chuckled: "Father also prepared a gift for Qinghuang, please accept it!"
With a big wave of the eldest prince's hand, dozens of Turkic guards walked over holding wooden boxes of various sizes, and put them on the ground with a rattle.
The wooden boxes are all made of golden silk nanmu, with exquisite patterns carved on them, inlaid with precious gemstones, each one is worth a lot of money, it can be seen that the things in the box are even more precious!
It's just that so many wooden boxes are piled up densely together, it feels like a mess, and their value can't be reflected at all.
Everyone frowned: "Prince, to give a gift, you must put the gift in a big box and arrange it clearly. This is the basic way of giving a gift..."
The eldest prince took it for granted: "We Turks don't have so many rules. If you want to give a gift, you can directly present the gift in front of that person..."
Everyone's faces were slightly gloomy: "Haven't the eldest prince heard of doing as the Romans do? This is Qing Yan, and gifts must be given according to Qing Yan's rules..."
"This prince is a Turk, why should you respect Qing Yan's customs..." The eldest prince raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of arrogance.
Everyone was stunned, even if they didn't respect Qing Yan's custom of giving gifts, they should carry the small wooden box in a big box, instead of throwing the small box on the ground indiscriminately, how could the eldest prince come here to give gifts with his current appearance? ? It's clearly a provocation...
Lu Wanwan's eyes flickered: "Turkic people are tough and brutal, and we Qingyan people are all literati and refined scholars, so we don't need to be as knowledgeable as barbarians..." There was undisguised contempt in the smiling voice.
"Yes, yes, we are all gentlemen, with the same knowledge as barbarians, so we have humiliated our own identity..." Everyone's eyes lit up, and they agreed with each other, looking at the Turkic prince with contempt and disdain.
The Turkic prince's complexion sank slightly, his chin was raised high, and his eyes were full of pride: "In our Turks, we like to go straight to everything and don't like too much packaging. The box is wrapped in a small box, this prince is really not interested... "
Lu Wanwan choked: "You..."
"These gifts are our Turkic sincerity towards Qingyan. This girl considers herself a literati, so please go and check it out. Our Turkic true sincerity." The Turkic prince interrupted her with a wave of his hand, eyes He looked at her deeply.
Without any fear, Lu Wanwan glared at him bitterly, then turned to look at the emperor: "Your Majesty..."
"Since Eldest Prince Tuoba is so sincere, you should check it out." The emperor said lightly.
"Yes!" Lu Wanwan walked forward gracefully and gracefully, and saw wooden boxes scattered all over the floor, some stacked together, some fell into the grass, and some were stained with mud, in a mess .
Lu Wanwan frowned tightly. The prince of Turkic deliberately made the wooden box so messy and dirty. He wanted to embarrass her, so she would not do what he wanted.
Lu Wanwan raised her chin, her eyelids drooped slightly, counting the details of each wooden box...
The Turkic prince stood by, looked at her who was counting seriously, and yawned boredly: "Girl, can you count a little faster? With so many wooden boxes, at your current speed, you can count to the sky." Black, may not be exhausted... "
Lu Wanwan gritted her teeth with hatred, the wooden boxes were messy and scattered, some were covered by flowers and plants, she couldn't count them fast...
"In our Turkic, at most one cup of tea can count all these wooden boxes. The speed of your Qingyan counting things is really slow like a snail..." the Turkic prince said casually, with an undisguised look in his eyes. ridicule.
Everyone's blaming eyes fell on Lu Wanwan. Isn't it just counting things, so can't they count faster? So slowly, without counting for a long time, Qing Yan's reputation is ruined in her hands...
Lu Wanwan feels aggrieved, she has tried her best to count, but there are so many wooden boxes scattered here and there, no matter how fast she counts things, it will take a certain amount of time!
One by one, they can stand and talk without pain in their backs. If they are capable, they can count by themselves, and I guarantee that they can't count as fast as her...
"The girl's speed is so slow that I can't flatter you. You Qingyan people can't do things as slow as her." The Turkic prince raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Wanwan, his eyes and brows were full of ridicule.
They are not Lu Wanwan, how could they be as slow as Lu Wanwan, this Turkic prince is using Lu Wanwan to mock the whole Qing Yan!
Everyone's complexion turned very ugly in an instant, and their reproachful eyes swept over Tuoba Hao, looked at Lu Wanwan, then swept over Lu Wanwan, and looked at Tuoba Hao...
Lu Wanwan gritted her teeth in hatred, she only had one pair of eyes, how could she count all the wooden boxes all at once, the slow counting made her ugly, and she couldn't blame her entirely, her eyes saw Murong who was sitting in the corner with a calm expression Snow, her sharp eyes narrowed sharply!
She and Murong Xue were the two most outstanding people at the banquet today, she made a fool of herself, how could Murong Xue be safe and sound!
"Prince Tuoba, don't underestimate our Qing Yan, I can't count things fast, but..." Lu Wanwan pointed at Murong Xue: "Her speed must be great."
Murong Xue raised her eyes to look at Lu Wanwan, with a sneering smile on the corner of her mouth: she couldn't handle Tuobahao, so she was involved, and Lu Wanwan was only capable of this...
"Really?" The corners of Tuoba Hao's mouth curled slightly, his eyes were full of contempt, Qing Yan's famous lady loves to fiddle with those boring piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings.
He followed Lu Wanwan's direction, looked up casually, saw Murong Xue, his dark eyes were condensed, and said slowly: "This girl, would you like to come and count the wooden boxes..."
Murong Xue glanced at the wooden boxes, and said calmly, "There's no need to count them in detail, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine wooden boxes in total!"
The Turkic prince's smug smile disappeared instantly, and he looked at Murong Xue for a moment: "How do you know?"
"Counted." Murong Xue said casually.
"How do you count?" The Turkic prince continued to ask...