Chapter 205 Champa Mission

Chapter 205: Champa Mission

Patting Qian'er on the shoulder, Hu Weiyong said with a smile: "Qian'er, you are still young. You don't know that if you want to keep a man's heart, you must either grab his stomach or his roots!"

"Anyway, your new teacher will come from Jiangnan in the next one or two days. You will have to come every night to study. Now you should hurry back to avoid being discovered by Ye Xuan."

Qian'er nodded with a blushing face, said goodbye to Hu Weiyong, and left the secret room.

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The next day, early in the morning.

After Ye Xuan returned to the Political and Fushun Department and checked in, he suddenly found that he had nothing to do. He thought that he had not been to Beishan Imperial Farm for nearly a month, and he didn't know what the situation was like there now.

Fortunately, I had nothing to do. The round trip was sixty miles. If I rode a fast horse, I would still have time to take a look and go back and forth that day.

So he leisurely took Wang Feihu and Song Zhenshan out of the yamen and went straight to Beishan Imperial Manor.

When we approached the north gate, we suddenly saw a large group of people gathered at the door of a restaurant, blocking the street so tightly that no one could pass.

In the center of the crowd, there was a fierce quarrel and incomprehensible language. Ye Xuan was slightly surprised and instinctively rode his horse forward.

Although the crowd was so dense that no one could get through, Ye Xuan had a wide view sitting on his horse. He saw at a glance a group of people in strange costumes arguing with the owner at the door of the restaurant.

A middle-aged man dressed in strange clothes was arguing with the shopkeeper in poor Ming Dynasty official language.

"You treacherous Ming people, is this how you treat the envoys from Champa? A bowl of plain noodles only costs ten cents to sell to your people, but you sell it to us for fifty cents. This is simply outrageous!"

"Are we Champa people so easy to bully?"

There were three or four other people who were also dressed in strange clothes. I didn't know whether they understood what was said or not, but they joined in the chatter and shouted at the restaurant owner.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan frowned slightly, thinking that this shopkeeper was too unscrupulous. He increased the price of a bowl of noodles five times. Even if he wanted to cheat foreigners, he wouldn't do it this way.

Moreover, according to the other party, they were envoys from Champa, and it would be a disgrace to the country if we reported it back to their country.

Ye Xuan winked at Wang Feihu, who immediately understood and rode his horse forward to drive away the onlookers.

"Get out of the way, the Jinyiwei are investigating the case, and all the idlers should leave!"

The name of the Jinyiwei is really effective. When the onlookers heard it, they were so scared that they scattered like birds and beasts.

The Champa envoys had no idea what was going on and were still grabbing the shopkeeper by the collar and arguing with him.

However, when the middle-aged man who could speak Ming official language saw the Ming official uniforms worn by Ye Xuan and others, he mistook Ye Xuan for an ordinary court official.

He immediately walked towards Ye Xuan angrily, "Sir, you came at the right time. We are envoys from Champa. We want to sue this restaurant owner for defrauding us of our money!"

Ye Xuan raised his palm and pressed it down, signaling the man to stay calm. "Please rest assured, envoy. If it is true, I will definitely help you get justice."

As he said this, he winked at Song Zhenshan, who understood. He rode his horse to the shopkeeper and said coldly, "According to the old rules of Yingtian Prefecture, if the charges are true, the fraudulent merchant will be flogged thirty times and his property will be confiscated!"

"If you have defrauded foreign envoys and insulted the national dignity, you might be sentenced to exile for 3,000 miles! Tell the truth now before the incident reaches Yingtian Prefecture, otherwise I will have to deal with you impartially." Who in Yingtian Prefecture doesn't know about the powerful Jinyiwei?
Ever since the entire family of Yang Xian, the Left Prime Minister of the Secretariat, was wiped out by the Jinyiwei, with the exaggeration of some people with ulterior motives and civil officials, the Jinyiwei became a kind of evil ghost that eats people's hearts.

The Champa envoys did not recognize the official robes of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, but the shopkeeper, as an old Yingtian person, could recognize them!
After being threatened by Song Zhenshan, he immediately fell to his knees and cried bitterly, "It was my greed that blinded my mind. Seeing that they were foreign barbarians, I wanted to make more money. I will return the money to them immediately!"

As he spoke, he took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve and stuffed them into the middle-aged man's pocket.

The middle-aged man originally thought that even if the officials of the Ming Dynasty did not protect their own people, the fight would take time to resolve.

However, he did not expect that after just a few words, the black-hearted shopkeeper suddenly came to his senses, and looked at Ye Xuan in surprise, holding the copper coins in his hand.

"I have always heard that the Celestial Empire is the most benevolent country. Today I see that it is indeed true!"

Ye Xuan smiled slightly and nodded, "My Great Ming will not allow its people to be bullied by foreign nations, and of course we will not bully others."

"Count it, there is no less money."

The middle-aged man counted the money briefly and said in surprise, "Sir, you didn't lose a penny, but gained fifty pennies."

As he said this, he looked at the black-hearted shopkeeper who was still kneeling on the ground.

The shopkeeper gave a flattering smile and said, "I'm sorry for offending you. This bowl of noodles is my apology."

The middle-aged man was honest. He counted out another fifty coins and insisted on giving them to the black-hearted shopkeeper.

"You Ming people have a saying: one thing is one thing. It's wrong for you to cheat me, but we have to pay for the noodles!"

The shopkeeper couldn't refuse, so he looked at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan nodded and said solemnly: "These envoys are principled people. Since they give it to you, you should take it. But you must remember, next time I find you deceiving customers and misquoting prices, don't blame me for being rude!"

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ve remembered it and will never dare to do it again!” The shopkeeper kowtowed repeatedly, with a look of relief on his face.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan prepared to leave.

Perhaps out of admiration for Ye Xuan's selflessness, the middle-aged man walked up to Ye Xuan, bowed and said, "This lord is going out of the city, and we are also going out of the city to return to our hometown, why don't we go together?"

Ye Xuan was quite curious about these people who claimed to be envoys from Champa, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay. I'm Ye Xuan, a captain of the Jinyiwei. May I ask your name?"

"It turns out to be Captain Ye. I'm Liu Fushun, the right vice minister of the Ministry of Rites of our Champa Kingdom." Liu Fushun and several others led out horses and also climbed on them.

Ye Xuan was slightly surprised when he heard this. Although he didn't know what rank the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites was in the so-called Champa Kingdom, it was a third-rank official in the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, judging from Liu Fushun's name, official title, and physical features, we can rule out the possibility that he was from the Western Regions. He should be from the southeast.

But Ye Xuan had never heard of a place called Champa in history.

It's not Ye Xuan's fault that he is ignorant. After all, Ye Xuan did not graduate from the history department in his previous life, and there were countless small countries around China in ancient times, some of which had long lifespans and some short lifespans.

Some countries had a short lifespan, with only a dozen years' time from their founding to their demise.

(End of this chapter)