Xinshun 1730

Chapter 117 Heavenly Punishment!

"The Rakshasa Mission has entered Beijing!"

Such news spread in the capital early in the morning, and there were not many people in the city who had to go to see this lively event.

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

Second, many of the Cossacks captured in the First World War in Northern Xinjiang were Tatars. No matter their hairstyle or appearance, people in the capital could not help but think of the pain many years ago, so they called them "big-nosed Tartars". Nothing to see either.

Everyone in the imperial city at the foot of the emperor feels that they are well-informed, and many of them are also good at talking about the world.

Many people in the wine shop said that this time the imperial court attached great importance to it, because the Siyi Pavilion and the Huitong Pavilion have been repaired, which is really a big face.

In the past, when the Korean and Ryukyu missions came to Beijing, the houses in the Huitong Hall were never repaired.After these people came, they paid for the repairs themselves.

Many people in the vicinity live by this, and they cannot live elsewhere, and the tribute missions of various countries can only spend an extra sum of money as bribes and hire people to repair it.

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

Most people in Beijing are not that sensitive, and don't have too many thoughts because it is a gift or a tribute.

These are what scholars care about, they are neither educated nor qualified to care.

For the people in the capital, the biggest impact is... Andingmen is the only way for dung trucks to pass, and yesterday they were not allowed to dump the dung, so it is unavoidable to be a little annoyed if they have to go elsewhere.

To the south of the Imperial College, in a restaurant near the Daxing County Government, Chen Zhen, who had not recovered from his back injury, was sitting alone drinking in a restaurant.

The doctor told him not to eat hair, let alone drink alcohol.But he chose to order hair products such as mutton and duck, and brought a pot of rice wine, and poured himself a drink.

Hearing the mutterings of the diners next to him, he couldn't help shaking his head secretly, feeling more and more resentful in his heart.

The Rakshasa delegation entered from the Anding Gate, and they were going to rest at the Huitong Post near the Shiwangfu of the Former Dynasty, that is, the area around Wangfujing Street, so they had to pass through this street.

Guards from the Children's Army had been deployed on both sides of the street, and a lot of students gathered around the Shuntianfu School in the Yongle period opposite the restaurant.

After several glasses of wine, Chen Zhen shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper, get your pen, someone wants to write a poem!"

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

As long as you don’t mention anti-poetry, you can write how you like, and the waiter in the shop can also understand the characters, otherwise it will be difficult to serve those romantic scholars, and you are not afraid of not being able to understand poems like "The whole city is full of golden armour, dare to laugh at yellow nests and not husbands" arts.

After fetching the pen and ink, Chen Zhen took out a few big coins as rewards, and the shop waiter smiled and said: "Sir, I have to go to greet other customers."

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

The wine on the table was not finished, the meat was not finished, and there was enough money left on the table, but the person disappeared.

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

"Damn, bad luck!"

The great roc flies and vibrates the eight descendants, but the sky is destroyed and the strength is exhausted.

The rest of the wind is agitated for all ages, and the hibiscus is like hanging a stone robe.

Later generations got it and passed it on, who is crying when Zhongni died.

He knew that this was Li Taibai's poem, the poem was magnificent, but the meaning was not very good.

This is Li Taibai's desperate poem...

The poems mentioned in the store are all written by themselves, and it is rare to mention ancient poems.Even if I occasionally borrow a couple of allusions, there is no mention of the poem before my death in the dining place.

It was unlucky to scold a few words, thinking about burning a few sticks of incense for Emperor Zhenwu to get rid of the bad luck at night, I couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

This handwriting is really well written, the pen is like a dragon and snake, and the pen is as sharp as a knife, it really has the air of fluttering wings.

Fortunately, there was a lot of money left on the table, and there was a lot left besides food and drinks.

In view of the money, the waiter in the shop didn't say any more bad luck. He just wanted to find a piece of paper to paste it on tomorrow, and then find someone to write a few words of congratulations and press it down.

When clearing the table, I grabbed two pieces of leftover mutton and chewed them in my mouth. Listening to the sound of drums and gongs outside, I knew that the Rakshasa mission had arrived.

The waiter in the shop was too lazy to watch the excitement, and just as he was about to leave with a pile of dishes, he heard a shout from downstairs.

"The heavens are humiliated, and the gods and men are angry!"

"A treacherous sycophant misleads the country, I will punish the heavens with green blood!"

"God damn it!"

The voice sounded familiar, and when he turned his head to look at Ti Shi, whose ink was still wet, the waiter was so frightened that he lost his wits, and rushed to the place near the window, ignoring the sound of broken bowls.

He has read some books, and he knows that killing above and below is punishment; killing below and above is murder.

The two heavenly screams were loud.

On the street under the window, the young man who was writing poems and drinking wine just now, wearing an old-fashioned high crown, wearing a blue blouse, holding a long sword, rushed towards the earl in front of the Rakshasa mission.

"God damn it!"

The yelling continued, but soon the boy army next to him pushed him to the ground, kicked his sword away, and threw the crown on his head, and dragged him aside.

The waiter in the shop swallowed in shock, and then turned back to read the Taibai Jue Ming poem on the wall. He was so frightened that he ran downstairs and shouted: "Master! Master! Something happened..."

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On the street, Earl Savoy maintained enough composure, looked back at the strangely dressed sword-wielding assassin who seemed to him to be wearing a priest's uniform, and calmly asked Qi Guogong who was accompanying him.

He has also learned some Chinese vocabulary these days, but he can't understand the concept of "Zhu" which acts on behalf of heaven, but thinks of the "Tianzhu" which is pronounced more like Tianzhu.

"Because we're heretics? Is that a Catholic?"

Qi Guogong naturally understood what Tianzhu meant, but he was in a panic.

Ordinarily, this kind of matter has nothing to do with him. The first responsibility is Li Jiusi, the Duke of E, and he is afraid that something will go wrong that will lead to the unexpected visit of the mission that was prepared in advance.

Fortunately, no one was hurt now, that Confucian scholar is not good at learning arts, maybe he doesn't even know how to shoot, but he dared to come with a sword in hand.It's good that he is not good at learning, otherwise if he has the master's ability, if he shoots in the air, wouldn't it be blood splashed on the spot?
If something happened, the peace with Rakshasa would disappear, at least there would be big trouble for the Junggar tribe.

After hearing what the translator said, Duke Qi secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he had to try the attitude of these Raksha people on this matter.

Seeing that the Raksha people were not in a panic, he couldn't show the panic on his face, he could only keep calm, although he didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "No. It's just that your gift is not a 'tribute', but a gift, which is proud of you It is unacceptable to scholars. You are the first mission to enter Beijing."

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

"That's just a prince subordinate to the Son of Heaven. So it's a tribute, not a gift, so how can it be called a mission?"

Sava nodded, looked back at the dragged away assassin, and thought, "What a terrible pride."

"With such assassins, with such pride, it is a peace to be admired."

"If this is not what they arranged in advance, maybe the attitude of the negotiation should be more respectful. This person is worth the roar of twenty cannons."

Tentatively, he asked again: "Do all your people see it this way?"

Qi Guogong knew that in such an occasion, he needed to be neither humble nor overbearing, and he needed to test out the views of the Raksha people.

The seemingly simple four words are not easy to do.

So he calmly told a few ancient stories about assassins, and finally said with a smile: "Where righteousness goes, life and death are not afraid. Some of you can be martyred for your Lord, you can be canonized; some of us will die for what they think is righteousness." Martyrdom, not for canonization, nor for leaving a name, just like the man I just mentioned who chopped off his face before death and made it difficult to recognize."

The Earl of Savoy repeatedly confirmed that it was not the martyr who chose to attack the heretics for "a certain god", but for a "righteousness" of nothingness, non-substance and non-idol worship, and then he waved his hand and made a sign of the cross, praising the assassin.

"hero."

Qi Guogong was also relieved after repeatedly confirming that the translated word "hero" meant praise.

After hearing the Raksha people use a very commendable word, Qi Guogong only felt the cold sweat on his back, called his entourage, and whispered a few words for him to hurry up and talk about this matter.

At least, it seems that this incident is not only harmless, but it actually exposed the Raksha people.

The Raksha people did not use this to cause trouble, nor did they use this to say other nonsense. In Qi Guogong's view, it can only prove two things.

First, before the delegation of the Raksha Kingdom came, the Raksha court had already set the tone that must be negotiated, and this tone cannot be changed.

Second, the battle in northern Xinjiang and what they saw along the way shocked these Raksha people and gave them a better understanding of the comparison of strength.

If either of these two is not true...

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

Big things happen, and things happen as if nothing happened.

Not only is there 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 Raksha people are very concerned about this negotiation on trade, missions, and congratulations on their ascension to the throne, and they also hope to reach the bottom line. result.

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

Since the emperor chose Qi Guogong as the leader of the northern negotiations, it must not be just because the clan mansion Zongzheng and the earl are also on the opposite side. Naturally, he valued Qi Guogong's ability to make decisions on the fly, at least in terms of grasping people's hearts.

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

"This matter... just pretend it never happened. The Raksha people don't mention it, and I don't mention it myself. There is no need to condolences, and the attitude can be a little more arrogant."

He personally followed the embassy brigade, passed through the army of children who were strengthening the defense, and quickly passed the news to the people who were ready to receive at the Siyi Pavilion, and at the same time passed the news to the palace.

Li Gan, who was waiting for the Rakshasa delegation to see him, heard the news, and said with a sullen face: "The army will arrest the child. Secret interrogation! Did it happen spontaneously, or was someone instigated?"

Liu Yu, who was on duty in front of the palace, was secretly relieved when he heard the news, and said in his heart: "Fortunately, it's a sword. Damn, if it's a musket, maybe the court wants to ban shotguns? This kid is a man, I admire, admire! "

(End of this chapter)