New Shun 1730

"The Rakshasa delegation has entered the capital!"

Such news spread throughout the capital early in the morning, and not many people in the city were determined to see this excitement.

First, there are three or four Catholic churches in the capital, and Westerners living in the capital can often be seen.

Second, many Cossacks captured in the previous battle in the northern border were Tatars. Whether it was their hairstyle or their appearance, they inevitably reminded the people in the capital of the pain many years ago, so they were called "big-nosed Tatars". There was nothing to see.

Everyone in the imperial city under the emperor's feet felt that they were well-informed, and many of them were good at talking about everything under the sun.

Many people in the wine shop said that the court attached great importance to this time because the Siyi Pavilion and Huitong Pavilion were actually renovated, which was really a great honor.

In the past, when the Korean, Ryukyu and other delegations entered the capital, the houses in Huitong Pavilion were never repaired. When these people came, they paid for the repairs themselves.

Many people nearby depend on this for their livelihood, and they can't live elsewhere. The tribute missions of various countries can only spend more money as bribes and hire people to repair it.

The court has always turned a blind eye, but this time the court actually took the initiative to spend money to repair it. This is really a great favor.

Most people in the capital are not so sensitive and don't have too many thoughts about whether it is a gift or a tribute.

These are what scholars care about. They are not educated and have no right to care.

For the people in the capital, the biggest impact is... Andingmen is the only way for manure carts. Yesterday, they were not allowed to dump manure. They had to go somewhere else, which was a bit annoying.

In a restaurant near Daxing County Office, south of the Imperial College, Chen Zhen, whose back injury has not healed yet, sat alone in a wine shop drinking.

The doctor told him not to eat irritating food for a cane injury, let alone drink. But he ordered irritating food such as mutton and duck, and ordered a pot of yellow wine, and drank it by himself.

Listening to the grumbles of the diners next to him, he couldn't help but secretly shook his head, and his resentment grew stronger.

The Luosha envoys entered from Anding Gate and were going to rest at Huitongguanyi near the former ten kings' palaces, which was the Wangfujing Street area. They had to pass through this street.

Guards of the Children's Army had been deployed on both sides of the street. Many students gathered near Shuntian Fuxue during the Yongle period opposite the wine shop to watch the excitement.

After a few glasses of wine, Chen Zhen shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper, take a pen, I want to write a poem!"

This place is not far from Fuxue and Guozijian, and there are many literati who write poems here.

As long as you don't write anti-poems, you can write whatever you want. The waiter can also read. Otherwise, it will be difficult to serve those romantic scholars well, and there is no need to worry about not being able to understand poems such as "The whole city is covered with golden armor, and I dare to laugh at Huang Chao for not being a man."

After getting the pen and ink and grinding them, Chen Zhen took out a few big coins as a reward. The waiter smiled and put them away, saying, "Young Master, hold on, I still have to greet other guests."

When the waiter came back, a line of big characters dripping with ink had been written on the wall.

The wine on the table was not finished, the meat was not finished, enough silver was left on the table, but the person was gone.

Looking up at the wet poem on the wall, the waiter muttered a few words and couldn't help cursing.

"Damn, bad luck!"

The great roc flew and shook the eight descendants, but was destroyed in the middle of the sky without any strength.

The remaining wind stirred the world for thousands of years, and traveled to Fusang and hung the stone sleeves.

The descendants got it and passed it on. Who shed tears for Confucius when he died?

He knew that this was a poem by Li Bai. The poem was grand, but the meaning was not very good.

This was Li Bai's last poem...

The poems mentioned in the store were all written by themselves, and it was rare to see poems by ancient people. Even if he occasionally borrowed a few allusions, he would not mention the poem before his death in a place where he was eating.

He cursed a few words for bad luck, and thought about burning a few sticks of incense to the Great Emperor Zhenwu in the evening to get rid of the bad luck, so he couldn't help but admire it.

This handwriting is really good, the pen moves like a dragon and the tip of the pen is like a knife, it really has a sense of flapping wings.

Fortunately, there is a lot of silver left on the table, in addition to the food and wine, there is still a lot left.

For the sake of these silvers, the waiter did not curse a few more words of bad luck, just thinking about finding a piece of paper to post it tomorrow, and then find someone to write a few words of congratulations to suppress it.

When cleaning the table, he grabbed two pieces of leftover mutton and stuffed them into his mouth to chew, listening to the drums and gongs outside, knowing that the Rakshasa envoys had arrived.

The waiter was too lazy to go out to watch the fun, just picked up a pile of dishes to leave, and heard a shout from downstairs.

"The Heavenly Dynasty is humiliated, and the gods and men are all angry!"

"The traitors have ruined the country, and I will punish them with my own blood!"

"Heavenly punishment!"

The voice sounded familiar, and when the waiter turned around and looked at the poem with the ink not yet dried, he was so scared that he lost his soul. He rushed to the window without paying attention to the sound of broken bowls.

He had read a little and knew that killing the lower was called punishment, and killing the upper was called murder.

The two calls of heavenly punishment were loud and clear.

On the street below the window, the young man who had just recited the poem and drank, wearing a high crown of ancient style, a green robe, holding a long sword, rushed towards the earl in front of the Rakshasa delegation.

"Heavenly punishment!"

The shouts continued, but soon the child soldiers next to him pressed him to the ground, kicked his sword away, and the crown on his head was broken and thrown away, dragged aside.

The waiter was so shocked that he swallowed his saliva, then turned back to appreciate the last poem by Li Bai on the wall. He was so scared that he ran downstairs and shouted: "Boss! Boss! Something happened..."

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On the street, Count Savoy remained calm enough. He looked back at the strangely dressed sword-wielding assassin who looked like he was wearing a priest's uniform. He calmly asked the accompanying Duke Qi.

He has also learned some Chinese vocabulary these days, but he cannot understand the concept of "Zhu" at all, which means exercising power on behalf of Heaven. Instead, he thinks of "Tian Zhu" whose pronunciation is closer to Tian Zhu.

"Because we're heretics? That's a Catholic?"

Duke Guo of Qi naturally understood what Tianzhu meant, but he was extremely panicked.

Ordinarily, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him. The first responsibility lies with the Duke of E, Li Jiusi. What he is afraid of is that something will happen that will cause an accident to the mission that was prepared in advance.

Fortunately, no one was hurt. The Confucian scholar was not good at studying, and he probably didn't even know how to shoot, but he dared to come here with a sword. It's a good thing that I'm not good at studying. Otherwise, if I had master's ability, I would have shot in the air, wouldn't blood be splattered on the spot?

If something really happened, and the peace between the Rakshasa and the Rakshasa was gone, at least the Junggar tribe would be in big trouble.

After hearing what the translator said, Qi Guogong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would have to try the attitude of these Rakshasa people on this matter.

Seeing that the Rakshasa people were not panicking, he couldn't show his panic on his face. He could only stay calm and didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "No. It's just that your gift is not a 'tribute', but a gift. This is proud of This is unacceptable to scholars. You are the first delegation to enter Beijing."

Although Count Savoy didn't quite understand it, he roughly understood the meaning and asked curiously: "What about North Korea?"

"That's just a prince under the emperor. So it's a tribute, not a gift. How can it be called a mission?"

Sava nodded, looked back at the assassin who was dragged away, and thought to himself: "What a terrible pride."

"With such assassins and such pride, this is an admirable peace."

"If this was not arranged by them in advance, perhaps the attitude of the negotiations should be more respectful. This man is worth the roar of twenty cannons."

He asked tentatively: "Do all your people see it this way?"

The Duke of Qi knew that on such occasions, he needed to be neither humble nor arrogant, and he needed to test the Rakshasa people's opinions.

These four words may seem simple, but they are not easy to implement.

So he calmly told a few ancient stories about assassins, and finally said with a smile: "Where righteousness goes, no fear of life or death. Some of you can be martyred for your Lord and can be canonized; some of us will die for what they think is righteousness." Martyrdom is neither for canonization nor for the sake of leaving a name, just like the man I just talked about who chopped his own face into pieces before he died, making it unrecognizable. "

After the Count of Savoy repeatedly confirmed that he was not a martyr who chose to attack pagans for "a certain god", but for a void, non-entity and non-idolatrous "righteousness", he waved and made the sign of the cross, praising the assassin.

"hero."

After Qi Guogong repeatedly confirmed that the word "hero" was translated as "hero" with a connotation of approval, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing the Rakshasa people use a very complimentary word, Qi Guogong felt the cold sweat on his back. He called his followers and whispered a few words to him to tell him about it.

At least, now it seems that this incident is not only harmless, but also exposed the Rakshasa people.

The Rakshasa people did not use this to cause trouble, nor did they use it to talk nonsense. In the view of Qi Guogong, it can only prove two things.

First, before the Rakshasa Kingdom’s delegation came, the Rakshasa court had already set a tone that must be negotiated, and this tone cannot be changed.

Secondly, the battle in northern Xinjiang and what they saw along the way shocked these Rakshasa people and gave them a better understanding of the comparison of strengths.

If either of these two is not true...

Then the Rakshasa people will definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble.

If something big happens, just look for trouble.

Not only has there been no trouble now, but they have also expressed respect for the belief in "righteousness", even if it may be against their will. This proves that the Rakshasa people are very concerned about this negotiation about trade, missions, and congratulations on the throne, and they also hope to reach a bottom line. result.

The follow-up negotiation is a matter of you entering and I retreating. This incident is enough to reveal a lot of hidden things.

Since the emperor selected Qi Guogong as the leader of the northern negotiations, it was definitely not just because of the obvious reason that Zong Zheng and the count were opposite him. Naturally, he valued Qi Guogong's ability to make decisions when the situation arises, at least in terms of grasping people's hearts.

After judging the attitude of the Rakshasa people through this incident, Qi Guogong immediately asked his personal followers to pass the news to the court.

"This matter... just pretend it never happened. The Rakshasa people won't mention it, and I won't mention it either. There is no need for condolences, and the attitude can be a little more arrogant."

The personal escort bypassed the envoy team, passed through the boy army in front of them who were strengthening their defense work, and quickly passed the news to the people at the Seyi Pavilion who were preparing to receive it. At the same time, he also passed the news to the palace.

After hearing the news, Li Gan, who was waiting for the Rakshasa mission to meet, said with a sullen face: "Arrest with the Boy Army. Secret trial! Is it spontaneous or instigated by someone?"

When Liu Yu, who was on duty in front of the palace, heard the news, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "Fortunately, it's a sword. Damn it, if this were a musket, wouldn't the imperial court want to ban shotguns? This guy is quite a man, I admire him, I admire him!" "