Tibetan Sea Pearl

Surrounded by officials, the foreign envoys left the pier and went to Huaiyuan Station. The pier returned to its usual tranquility, as if the excitement before had never happened.

On the pier under the night, with little lights, a lonely figure, whose shadow was elongated, walked slowly towards the direction of the ship.

"Master Yicheng." Agui followed up, carefully scrutinizing the old Yicheng's face.

The old Yicheng's face was illuminated by the torches around him, so bright that no emotions could be seen.

Hey, Agui clenched his fists tightly. He followed behind just now, and he could hear the conversation between the formation secretary and the old postman clearly. When Yicheng receives foreign envoys, he always asks the old Yicheng to guard the boat. The benefit of showing his face does not go to the old Yicheng. Guarding the boat is hard work, and he has to stay up late.

The old Yicheng seemed to see Agui's worries, "Don't say anything, just guard the boat." After finishing speaking, he walked forward step by step slowly.

"My lord, you are old and you can't stay up late." Agui followed and said, "You leave the job of guarding the boat to us, and you don't have to guard it yourself."

The old Yicheng turned his head, looked at him and smiled, "It's fine for an ordinary boat, this is a tribute boat, the court and the emperor are watching, we can't be careless."

Agui wanted to persuade him again, so he opened his mouth, before he could say anything.

The old Yicheng stopped and ordered loudly, "Go and do whatever you want, and guard the boat carefully."

Ah Gui replied yes, and reluctantly withdrew.

The old Yicheng stood up straight, looking at the mountains and the sea in the distance, the mountains and the sea were black in the night, what was there to be afraid of guarding the boat, he had guarded the boat all his life, and it would be fine if he guarded the boat tonight.

But tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. The government has not blocked the news. The news of the arrival of the tribute ship has spread throughout the city, and many people are ready to move.

In the night, there were many more carriages under the gate of the city.

Many servants drove the carriages rumblingly, driving the carriages very fast. Everyone wanted to get out of the city before the curfew, and the avenue out of the city was once crowded.

The soldiers guarding the city were just about to lean against the city wall and squint for a while. Seeing so many people, they cursed, "Damn, let people live", so they had to cheer up and maintain the order when they left the city.

Butler Wu, who was in the mansion of the formation envoy, sat in the carriage with his eyes closed and rested, listening to the chaos outside, with a calm expression.

It doesn't matter if the formation envoy leaves, it doesn't matter if he goes early, as long as the formation envoy is in this position for a day, others will have to pick what's left of them.

……

"Master Yi Cheng." A loud call interrupted the old Yi Cheng's thoughts.

When the old Yi Cheng came back to his senses, he saw a figure in the shape of a butler running towards him. If it was a butler from other mansions, he would ignore it at all. This person was different, it was Steward Wu from the Mansion of the Formation Envoy.

Butler Wu should not be underestimated, and he is also very capable. He followed the formation envoy since he was a child, and started as an accompanying student. Later, he took the position of housekeeper and was the confidant of the formation envoy.

"Butler Wu." The old Yicheng greeted the others.

Butler Wu approached and saluted him.

This is the reality, the old Yicheng is an official, but he is just the steward of the emissary's mansion, and the people have to salute and kowtow when they see the official.

"Butler Wu is being polite." Old Yi Cheng said.

"This is etiquette, you can't lose it." Butler Wu waved his hand with a smile, and then took a deep look at Old Yicheng, "Old rules."

Butler Wu wants to see the goods.

Even though the old Yicheng was old and dim-sighted, he still looked familiar and waved to Agui who was standing guard not far away, "Agui, come here."

Agui ran over in small steps.