Potiek was really scared. Unexpectedly, the nobles who were arrogant in the past were scolded and questioned by officials of the Song Dynasty. Those lowly slaves dared to press down the nobles of India and torture them with sticks.

This is simply because they did not fight against the officials of the Song Dynasty. Shouldn’t these officials help themselves to bear the sins? Or expel themselves from the responsibility of the Seljuks?

What is his identity? The prince of the Polo dynasty is so noble that he is unimaginable. Why would he be treated so "unfairly"? This is simply a blasphemy to the gods!

Looking at his companion beside him who was thrown over to the ground by the Song people, Potiek was shocked and angry, and couldn't help but go forward and speak in a bit awkward Chinese, "I am the son of Nayepolo of the Indian Polo Dynasty, Potiek!"

"Scared! Is it the son of Emperor Tianzhu?"

"This...is a bad end!"

"So what about the prince of India? Is it impossible to tell me when I reach the Song Dynasty? Besides, Your Majesty has banned contact. He appeared in the Song Dynasty and was the first to show his respect. The worst thing was to let him go..."

For a moment, the people of the Song Dynasty who were watching began to give up. For them, the son of Emperor Tianzhu was the crown prince. Although he claimed to be a prince, if there was a good thing in the Song Dynasty, then the matter would be serious.

The most deadly thing is Fan Ziqi sitting in the small warm-up pavilion. He is the prefect of the Peking Prefecture. He was the one who ordered the person to be beaten. If he pursued it, wouldn’t he have to lose his life?

The "balance in the hearts" of the people of the Song Dynasty began to tilt. Some people said softening in the attitude of "more than more things" than less. The timid people have already begun to move backwards and originally planned to watch the fun, but who knew that they would encounter such a thing.

As the attitude of the Song Dynasty softened, the people of the Indians regained their confidence. As one went up and down, Potiek stepped forward again and said: "There is a little misunderstanding between the Song Dynasty and our Tianzhu. At present, the two countries are forbidden to communicate, but I, Tianzhu, hope to reconcile with the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. Although I, Tianzhu, hope to send envoys to the Song Dynasty. We are the envoys of Tianzhu. Unexpectedly, we rushed into the capital of Shen, and we were not welcomed by the Song Dynasty, which was known as the country of etiquette, but the evil officials of the evil spirits!"

As a prince, Potiek knew that he was struck while the iron was hot and continued to put pressure on Fan Ziqi and attacked him. He came to Song Dynasty in the hope of being summoned by the Emperor of Song Dynasty. Now if he stopped him, he would make things worse, so that the Emperor of Song Dynasty had to summon him.

"You say you are the Prince of Heaven and the Prince of Heaven? Do you have the letter of the Prince of Heaven and the person who proves your identity?"

Liu Sanhu's right reminder from the side made the people in the yamen come to their senses, and also made Fan Ziqi, who was hesitant, lit up his eyes. Yes, what if he is the Prince of India?

In the Song Dynasty, he could not prove his identity at all, nor could he prove his innocence!

The Honglu Temple and Dali Temple have a very obvious attitude towards this matter and are determined not to come forward. If they can come forward, they will not hide until now. Fan Ziqi believes that they may have received the news, otherwise they would have been in vain in the court for so many years.

Comprehensive all this, Fan Ziqi suddenly understood a truth: All this is not what the official family means?

He completely shirked the matter to himself, let the Peking Mansion handle it, and cleaned the court and this matter. After all, the officials just didn't want to know and didn't want to have any contact with the envoys of India, whether he was a minister of India or a prince of India!

Fan Ziqi looked at Liu Sanhu, then looked at Potiek, and then said in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, you will be punished if you violate the law of the Song Dynasty! What's more, if you are really a prince of India, why didn't you report to the Song Dynasty directly? Do you have to use the Seljuks as a private person to enter the Song Dynasty? Is it okay to be a lie to be a lie!"

After saying that, Fan Ziqi slapped the gavel heavily and said, "Where are you left and right? Cast the spell quickly!"

Now he was determined to fight, and the people around him were also infected by Fan Ziqi's "bold ambitions" and were applauding each other.

The people of India were shocked. Unexpectedly, their identity did not shock the Song people, but instead became their own crime. They looked at the people who kept howling, and the high caste nobles who were originally high-caste were beaten to howl.

Potiek finally couldn't help it. When people were afraid, they often threatened regardless of the consequences and said some big words that should not have been said in order to avoid the impending punishment.

"You untouchables, you dare to impose severe punishment on the noble Brahmins. Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva will not release you! All the Song people should accept severe punishment! You untouchables! The Emperor of the Song Dynasty used conspiracy to conspire against me, the envoy of India! Unkind and unrighteous!"

With the last sentence, Fan Ziqi completely let go of his uneasiness. This was insulting the emperor, which was disrespectful, and he could completely sentence the Great Punishment, and this was also his original intention...

Fan Ziqi then shouted loudly: "Clog their mouths and beat me hard! Twenty rods are not enough to fit eighty rods!"

The onlookers were even more angry, shouting loudly, and some even threw stones at them, but were stopped by the yamen runners. After all, people had an explanation for their lives. If they died, the matter would be difficult to deal with.

The news was passed step by step. After seeing the news, Zhao Zhen looked at Fan Zhongyan with cunning eyes: "Why, I told you that he must be furious and speak without saying anything. The Indians have been spoiled by this kind of altitude in their bones."

Fan Zhongyan bowed to Zhao Zhen, and then scolded Wang Yun who was already standing up excitedly, saying, "I'm afraid I'm already anxious!"

"Mr. Fan's words are wrong! There is a saying: Soldiers are the most important! Our Song Dynasty prohibits the exchanges between India and Seljuk, and he uses sea to trade. Wouldn't it be useless to send a job? At this time, the command of the South China Sea Navy will be able to pass through Malacca in just three or five days, and the Indian sea ship can be intercepted in less than ten days. With our Song Dynasty's giant ship, it will be frightened."

Wang Yun's answer satisfies Zhao Zhen. In Fan Zhongyan's opinion, it was the only one who should summon the envoy of the Indian Zhu at this time, especially as the prince of the Indian Zhu, who had an extraordinary identity.

Fan Zhongyan believed that the Indians would surrender in the face of the powerful national strength of the Song Dynasty, but Zhao Zhen did not think so. He had already surrendered to surrender and would not wait until now.

Moreover, Tianzhu must be beaten, and it must be beaten hard to make them feel painful, otherwise they will not have a memory, nor will they fear the Seljuks beside them.

In fact, Zhao Zhen has been waiting for Tianzhu to send an envoy to the Song Dynasty and has been waiting for the opportunity to use troops to Tianzhu. The reason why he has not taken action is because the Song Dynasty has made internal rectifications and because the matter of Tubo has not been handled well.
Chapter completed!