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Danajian stretched out his hand to take a glass from the tray and offered it to Xiao Lingjiang: "In order to welcome the distinguished guests, I have specially prepared fine wine, and I also asked the princess to drink a full amount of this wine in order to meet our welcome. .”

Xiao Lingjiang's eyes fell on the overflowing wine in the cup, and he smiled slowly: "Thank you very much, Lord Nang."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to take the wine glass steadily, dipped her right ring finger into the wine, flicked it in the air three times, then lifted the corner of the veil, put the wine glass behind the veil, lowered her head and sipped lightly. After each sip, she paused and waited for Danajan to fill up the glass. She did this three times before finishing the glass in one gulp.

Everyone took a startled glance, only half of his appearance was vaguely glimpsed, and then the veil fell gently again.

However, even this half of it is enough to make everyone think about how good-looking Princess Yongan of Zhou Dynasty will be after taking off the veil...

Danajian narrowed her eyes. She knew the toasting etiquette of this place. He had intended to take the opportunity to make her look embarrassed, but it came to nothing.

He glanced at Gongji beside him. Gongji must have told her in advance. Ah! He was determined to establish a close relationship between Zhou and Fan!

Sensing his gaze, Gongji felt helpless.

He was not so kind as to inform Xiao Ling and Jiangluo in advance about the customs of these places. If Nang was going to make things difficult for her, he wanted to clap his hands and cheer for her, but how could he help her avoid it?

If the two sides fight, no matter which side wins or loses, it will only benefit him. He will just sit back and reap the benefits.

This time, Danajian really misunderstood him.

Gongji watched as if nothing had happened, and then came to him after paying tribute to Pei You.

With a smile on his face, he took the wine glass from the other person's hand and drank the wine according to etiquette.

Danajian looked beside him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Prime Minister, how come you don't see the Imperial Master here?"

Gongji's mouth twitched, wasn't he asking questions knowingly?

Nowadays, the king praises Buddhism, Buddhism is promoted throughout Western Tibet, and the status of monks is unprecedentedly high. As the successor of Tantric Buddhism, Tuochi held the position of National Master. Although he did not participate in politics, he should be regarded as one person below ten thousand people. Many ministers who worshiped Buddhism were also mentioned by the king to important positions in the court.

In comparison, the local Bon power in Xibo is gradually declining, and the Bon ministers can no longer live up to their former glory.

Under such circumstances, Buddhism and Bonism are incompatible.

As the prime minister, he had the important task of accompanying Xiao Lingjiang and Pei You. Dana insisted on inviting them into the palace, so he would inevitably avoid it, but Tuo Zhi, the Imperial Master, had no such worries.

Danajian was not an easy person to deal with, and he was currently on the other side's territory. Although Tuozhi was not afraid of him, he had no intention of growing any more branches.

Therefore, after Motuo invited him, he took the people to the post house. After all, Danajian invited Princess Yong'an of the Great Zhou Dynasty and Prince Zhenbei, but he did not say that they must be accompanied by the Imperial Master.

Gongji chuckled and said: "The Imperial Master had some insights in his heart recently when he was practicing, so he went to the post hall to meditate. I won't bother you anymore."

Danajian coldly snorted with unknown meaning: "Don't come to bother me? I'm afraid the Imperial Master dislikes us people for disturbing his practice? After all, he is the most valued person by the king. Now that he has arrived in Luoxue City, he is actually the one facing him. Not even exposed!"

When Gongji heard this, his heart beat fiercely. What he said was good. He didn't even look at it. How did he cause trouble last time when he and Tuocheng passed through this place on their way to the Great Zhou Dynasty?

Thanks to the generosity of the Imperial Master, he did not argue with him, otherwise there would have been another quarrel between Buddhism and Bon Religion.

He shook his head and smiled dryly: "The city lord is serious. The imperial master is really hindered by his cultivation, so he failed to come." As he said this, he motioned to Danajian not to forget Xiao Lingjiang and Pei You. : "The princess and the prince have been standing there for a long time, we'd better go in first."

"What the Prime Minister said is that respecting guests comes first." Danajian glanced at him lightly, and then put on a smile, "Princess, Crown Prince, please!"

Xiao Lingjiang nodded slightly and stepped forward.

The architecture in the land of Xibo is different from that of the Zhou Dynasty. In addition to the tents and wooden houses where herders often live, most of the nobles live in bunker-style houses.

This is a kind of house built with stones, each building is up to three or four stories high, and each building is laid out according to different functions. The exterior wall of the house has obvious points, forming an upper and lower trapezoid. Because the appearance is stable and solid like a blockhouse, it is called a blockhouse.

Most of the window openings on the exterior wall are narrow and long, with small eaves protruding from the upper end, which is quite aesthetic.

Xiao Lingjiang followed Danajian into the hall, and saw richly colored auspicious patterns painted on the walls. A huge thangka hung in the middle of the hall, with bright colors, was particularly eye-catching.

It is painted with numerous Tibetan talisman patterns and an eye-catching totem with a human face and a bird body. The creature has a beak like an eagle's beak, an angry face, a pointed crown on its head, and its wings spread out, making it very majestic.

Danajian smiled and introduced: "This thing is called 'Qiong', and it is the auspicious bird of my land in Tibet..."

Xiao Lingjiang listened slightly as he told the legend one by one.

Danajian saw her staring at the thangka with great interest, a faint light flashed in his eyes, he tapped his palms lightly, and called: "Come here, go get the thangka that I specially prepared for the princess!"

Xiao Lingjiang waved his hand slightly: "No need to bother, I just saw the bright color and dazzling color of this thangka, so I just took a few more glances. The Lord of Nang City does not need to prepare anything else."

Danajian laughed: "You're welcome, princess. Thangka is a unique painting form in Tibet, which inherits the faith and wisdom of our children of gods. The pigments on it are all made of pearls, agate, coral, turquoise, etc. Precious mineral gems and plants such as saffron and indigo to show their sacredness.”

"The beauty of Thangka will never fade, but good things still need to be appreciated. When I heard that the princess was coming, I ordered someone to prepare one for the princess early in the morning. I hope the princess will not dislike it."

While he was talking, the servant was already holding a scroll and offering it to him.

Danajian raised his hand, and the two slaves slowly unfolded the scroll, one on the left and the other on the right. They saw that it started with the story of the gods believed by the Tibetan people, and painted the secular customs and mountain scenery of the snowy plateau one by one. The water color is described.

Danajian stepped forward and rolled up the scroll again, handing it to Xiao Lingjiang with his own hands: "I wonder if the princess would accept it?"

Regardless of her beliefs, from the perspective of painting skills and production, she had to admit that this thangka was indeed exquisitely made with delicate brushwork, making it a masterpiece.

"Then thank you Lord Nang City." The paintings were handed to her, and Xiao Lingjiang couldn't refuse anymore. She stretched out her hand to take the thangka, but when she touched the scroll, she couldn't help but frown.

Looking up, she saw Danajian smiling faintly at her: "Princess, you are welcome. In this case, this thangka made from the human skin of a young girl is not buried..."