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"Prince Of Qi, although my master has only known Prince Of Qi for a short period of time, he greatly admires Prince Of Qi's magnanimity. Therefore, he has sent this lowly one here to ask Prince Of Qi for a favor, to have my master not participate in the beauty selection." Although the envoy appeared to be well-mannered and spoke in an orderly manner, it was difficult to conceal his anger.
Vézé finally understood why Qi Yuchang had sent someone to find him. It seemed that Vézé had misunderstood. Qi Yuchang only needed Vézé to help his family avoid the beauty selection, and had no intention of marrying his daughter to Vézé. Vézé realized that he had subconsciously filled in the blanks of reality, and had actually caused such a huge blunder. He couldn't help but burn with anger.
"So you want me to help your family and have them not participate in the beauty selection?" Vézé asked coldly with a straight face. Vézé knew very well that this anger wasn't directed at the envoy in front of him, nor was it directed at Qi Yuchang, who was far away in Tianjing City. Up until now, Vézé had already used the lives of thousands of his comrades to build up the corpses of forty to fifty thousand Qing Army soldiers. And this was far from enough. Vézé wanted to use the corpses of even more enemies to pave a path that would lead him to the Ninth Heaven.
After personally putting into practice the saying "a general's success is built on ten thousand bones", Vézé discovered that he had unexpectedly made the elementary mistake of filling in the blanks of others' intentions. After clearly recognizing his mistake, a strong sense of shame arose, causing Vézé to feel waves of impatience.
At the very least, the envoy sent by Qi Yuchang was much more mature than Vézé in this aspect. Seeing that Vézé's mood wasn't right, the envoy very cleverly kept his mouth shut for the time being. He used a very respectful expression that didn't provoke anger and waited for Vézé to return to normal. After seeing this, Vézé actually felt a sense of admiration. Vézé only knew that there was such a mature technique for dealing with situations, but he knew that he really couldn't do it.
After pondering for a moment, the sense of shame caused by the misunderstanding had basically disappeared, and Vézé finally regained his normal mood. As soon as his mood returned to normal, the thoughtless leaps and bounds of the industrial age otaku's thoughts appeared. Vézé was suddenly curious about how beautiful Qi Yuchang's daughter was, to the extent that Qi Yuchang firmly believed that his daughter could be selected as a beauty.
However, Vézé wasn't so dumb as to ask such a question. Moreover, Vézé suddenly realized that he was more soft-hearted towards people he had a personal relationship with, especially in this era. Vézé couldn't be so heartless as to reject Qi Yuchang's sincere request. Qi Yuchang didn't do it to save himself, but to save his daughter. This was truly the heart of a parent in the world.
"I'll write a letter to the King Of The East and ask him not to look for your family during the beauty selection. When you go back, tell Mr. Qi that this is all I can do, "said Vézé.
"Do you want me to bring this letter back?" asked the person sent by Qi Yuchang.
Vézé was immediately unhappy. Who was the King Of The East, Yang Xiuqing? Who was Qi Yuchang? How dare he bring Vézé's letter to disturb the King Of The East? This was really courting death! However, since he wanted to help Qi Yuchang, Vézé didn't flare up immediately. He replied, "The letter I'm sending to the King Of The East is naturally from me to the King Of The East. I'll also write a letter to Qi Yuchang. Bring my letter back to Mr. Qi Yuchang! "
He wrote two letters and sent away the people sent by Qi Yuchang. Only then did he manage to settle this matter. Vézé's good mood had completely disappeared. It was one thing to watch others suffer, but it was another thing to stop others from suffering. Vézé suddenly felt that he was too meddlesome when it came to the beauty selection.
The next day, Brigade Marshals and above could choose their wives. There were about a hundred people who met the requirements, but only about thirty people really had the courage to sign up. Even so, there were still more than ten unlucky people who couldn't get a wife.
Vézé was quite humane. He let the women write their names and sealed them in bamboo tubes. Then, these fellows who were choosing their wives chose their own bamboo tubes. This was completely up to fate and God's will. Originally, Vézé felt a little like he was controlling other people's fate, but when he thought about Qi Yuchang, his mood turned sour. Even the smile on his face became somewhat forced.
Even though the marriage system of New China in the 21st century had caused many tragedies, and even though the marriage situation in New China in the 21st century might not be satisfactory, Vézé had to admit that the social system and marriage system of New China in the 21st century were definitely the most humane and humane compared to other eras. There was never anything perfect in this world, but there was a system that could distinguish between superior and inferior.
"If I wasn't a transmigrator, I'm afraid I could really happily integrate into these things right now, right?" Vézé thought helplessly as he looked at those fellows who were beaming with joy and preparing to slap their wives.
Time waits for no man. No matter how lively or ridiculous things were, they would eventually come to an end. After the three-day wedding period, Vézé's troops immediately entered the stage of continuing the battle.
Just as Vézé was preparing to continue his attack on Manchu Qing, in Yangxin Palace in Beijing, Emperor Xianfeng was shouting at the Grand Council: "Useless! Useless! All of you are incompetent! "
Even though they were completely scolded by the Emperor, the Grand Council didn't dare to refute or defend themselves. Regardless of whether they were Bannermen or Han, all the officials knelt down. Everyone kowtowed to the ground, their heads touching the ground as they allowed the Emperor to point at them and scold them with spittle flying everywhere. In front of the other officials, the Grand Council was an imposing figure, but in front of the furious Emperor of Manchu Qing, they were like dogs curled up.
Xianfeng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him scolding the Grand Council and the officials being scolded like this. The Imperial Court of Manchu Qing simply didn't consider whether the Bannermen and Han officials had any face left in front of the Emperor. Moreover, Xianfeng didn't consider himself to be a tyrant. After the rebellion of the Cantonese bandits, he was extremely lenient towards these officials. Even if they were defeated once, twice, or even thrice, Xianfeng didn't immediately punish them. He still gave these generals a chance to escape. Only those who really didn't want to go to war and deliberately avoided it, resulting in the defeat of the entire war, would Xianfeng put them in prison. As for the other generals who only lost the war, he would at most strip them of their official titles and keep them in office.
But after receiving the report of He Chun's defeat, Xianfeng was thoroughly enraged. The Cantonese bandits He Chun lost to had always been a big worry for Xianfeng. Moreover, Xianfeng only recently learned how trashy the intelligence system of the Qing Army was. After fighting for more than two years, Xianfeng finally found out that the leader of the Cantonese bandits was called Vézé, and that he had been conferred the title 'Prince Of Qi'.
What angered Xianfeng the most was the information he had recently obtained from the memorials. These memorials were submitted by the Governor of Anhui, Jiang Zhongyuan. After all, Jiang Zhongyuan was a talented man. He had spent a great deal of effort in gathering intelligence. As Jiang Zhongyuan himself said in the memorials, most of Anhui had fallen into the hands of the Cantonese bandits, and the imperial court only had ten counties left. He sent spies to the areas occupied by the Cantonese bandits to find out that the Cantonese bandit Vézé had massacred the officials of the imperial court in various places and had started to collect taxes in Anhui. He had already collected taxes in Anhui for a year. This time, after Vézé had completely annihilated He Chun's troops, he had spread the news throughout Anhui. When the local landlords and gentry heard the news, they believed that the imperial army couldn't break into the areas controlled by Vézé. So this year, they had no choice but to pay taxes to Vézé. Now, the Cantonese bandits were rich, while the Governor of Anhui couldn't collect taxes. The power balance between the two sides had been completely reversed. The situation couldn't get any worse.
Before reading Jiang Zhongyuan's memorials, Xianfeng had thought that the Cantonese bandits mainly robbed people in Anhui. Jiang Zhongyuan had once said that the Cantonese bandits robbed the rich in every possible way. Xianfeng felt that although they could be arrogant for a while by robbing, they would encounter the full resistance of the local landlords and other rich people. Moreover, many ministers now believed that they could mainly train the local landlords and gentry, who had always been the basic strength of the regimental training. But Xianfeng had never expected that the Cantonese bandits Vézé was not only good at fighting, but also able to establish an administrative system of "collecting taxes after collecting taxes" in such a short time.
If the opponent was just a group of ferocious bandits, Xianfeng wouldn't be afraid at all. But when Xianfeng found out that the opponent was actually rapidly becoming a political entity with a complete military and political system, he really felt fear. The imperial court suppressing bandits and the Northern and Southern dynasties attacking each other were two completely different things. The former could gain the support of the entire country. The latter, on the other hand, was a situation in which the country was completely divided.
As the Emperor of Manchu Qing, Xianfeng was extremely concerned about his own "barbarian" roots. So when he saw the other memorials from Jiang Zhongyuan about the commander-in-chief Yin Debu, he completely fell into a state of panic. Even though it had been several days since the incident, Xianfeng could still remember how he felt at that time.
After reading the memorials, the young Emperor Xianfeng grabbed the memorials tightly in his hands. His fingers constantly tightened and relaxed, probably treating the memorials in his hands as someone's neck. Because of his agitated emotions, Xianfeng even subconsciously held his breath. Just like this for a while, Xianfeng fiercely arranged the memorials on the imperial desk. He let out a long breath and panted violently.
"Expel the Tartars and restore China" was still within the scope of Xianfeng's ability to calmly resist, but Vézé clearly established a difference between the Tartars and China, and that was the attitude towards culture. This was a true political attitude. The reason why the commander-in-chief Yin Debu was released was because he was a master of cursive calligraphy. Vézé made it very clear to the gentry that if the commander-in-chief Yin Debu was not a master of cursive calligraphy, he would be dead for sure.
As the Emperor of Manchu Qing, the education that Xianfeng had received had always been to use Bannermen to control the Han. Just like the group of Grand Council ministers kneeling in front of him, most of them were Bannermen. And the Cantonese bandit Vézé could use very clear standards to explain what the "expel the Tartars and restore China" standard was, and how to carry it out. This was the real threat.
In the face of such an enemy, the court officials only brought Xianfeng news of failure again and again, which made Xianfeng unable to stop himself from cursing at these people.
And these Grand Council ministers could only shout, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Your servant deserves to die! Your servant deserves to die! "After cursing for a while, Xianfeng's emotions were appeased, and he really did calm down a little. Although he agreed that these Grand Council ministers deserved to die, Xianfeng was very clear that before there was a better replacement, he could only discuss national affairs with these fellows who deserved to die.
Seeing that Xianfeng had finally calmed down, the eunuch with a pale face hurriedly gave Xianfeng a towel. Xianfeng's chest heaved up and down, but he took the towel and wiped his face, then said, "Get up first!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The Grand Council ministers, whose faces were covered in sweat, said in relief.
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