"Very good!" Heshen suddenly smiled, turned around and walked back and said, "Then try it! Chunmei, put their guns... lighter hands, they are guests from afar, don't let them think we don't understand the way of hospitality. Like last time in Baihualou, you took off someone's arms, but it's not good..." As he said, he heard a crackling sound in his ears, and then Chunmei said behind him: "Young Master, you're a little late..."

"Oh, oh..."

There were a lot of whirlwinds of pain, and Heshen turned around, looked at Chunmei in surprise, and said with a smile: "You are too fast, I haven't finished talking yet, why are you...? Forget it, just fold it, Liu Quan Heshun, you pick up those guns, well, He Dazhuang must give you one, everyone else, Liu Quan, please look at it and reward it!"

Bashrov looked at the entourages lying behind him in disbelief. He felt a flash of sight just now. When he came to his senses, he heard the wailing sounds of the entourages. He turned around and saw that the entourages who were still majestic just now fell to the ground in a mess. His hands holding guns were curled strangely, and they were empty. Could this be the magical Chinese Kung Fu? He looked down on the Qing people and couldn't help but tremble for a moment, and began to wonder: With such powerful skills, how could he have such a strong slavery?

"Okay! Good fight!"

"It's really relieved!"

"Miss Chunmei's kung fu is so handsome!"

...The cheers came one after another, and in the noise, Bashrov looked like a clown like a dejected person.

Seeing Bashrov being stunned, Heshen laughed secretly, went over and patted his shoulder and said, "I reminded you, but you didn't listen... You can speak well now, right?"

Bashrov looked at Chunmei, who was smiling not far away in horror, and when he turned his gaze on Heshen's face, he felt that his smile was particularly hateful, but that magical woman was not far away. Even though he asked himself that he had participated in countless wars and had been through the battlefield for a long time, he couldn't help but feel scared. However, he was used to being domineering and could not accept Heshen's current aloofness, and snorted coldly: "There is nothing to talk about. After I report to your Emperor, I hope you can still laugh!" After that, he turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Heshen-

"When did I say I let you go?"

"What else do you want?" Didn't you Qing people all pay attention to stopping when you see it? Bashrov looked at Heshen angrily, and couldn't guess what the smiling boy was thinking.

"I don't want to do anything," Heshen said casually, "I am just a little afraid of trouble. You go to my house to make a big fuss. If you don't teach you a lesson, I'm really afraid you won't remember... They have been broken by my woman, forget it. In this way, you break your wrist by yourself and I'll let you go. How about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area was in an uproar!

Everyone thought that even if the young man had slapped the arrogant and domineering Russians in person, it would have been over. After all, everyone knew that Long Sui was always generous to this person, otherwise they would not have been accustomed to these problems.

Why, this is not over yet? And sir, are you really not afraid of Long Live blaming?

As if he understood everyone's confusion, Heshen smiled and added another sentence before Bashrov went crazy: "Don't be angry, I am a stingy person and will revenge... You are not young anymore. Before bullying others, you should have the awareness of being bullied if you fail to bully them. Only those with hard fists have the right to speak. Isn't this the rule you always believe in?"

"I must kill you!" Bashrov's fist clenched, his one-eyed eyes were red as fire, his whole expression was hideous and distorted, like an angry brown bear, eager to try, eager to tear all those who dared to provoke him into pieces.

The Russians were irritated!

This is the common understanding of all the onlookers. While feeling happy, I couldn't help but worry about Heshen secretly.

"If it were you, I would choose to calm down at this moment, because if some things cannot be done, it is better not to say them. My anger is now limited to asking you to calm down with one wrist. I would like to advise you not to make me even more angry. Do you understand what I mean?"

As Heshen spoke, Chunmei slowly approached Bashrov, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in her hand. The threat was self-evident.

Bashrov's furious heart was shaken by the cold light of the dagger in Chunmei's hand, and it disappeared and invisible. His expression became embarrassing. He asked slowly: "I am your Majesty's guest. Do you really want to do this? As far as I know, Your Majesty's emperor has supreme authority. As a slave, do you really want to treat your master's guest like this?"

"Guest? Are there any guests who come to visit the host with guns? Are there any guests who come to visit but are domineering on the host's territory? Leave no nonsense and cut off your own wrist. Today I will let you go. Don't wait for me to do it. By then, it will not be as simple as one wrist!"

Bashrov saw that the young man in front of him looked like a young man who was deliberately trying to trouble him today, and it was impossible to be good. But he couldn't understand what Heshen had to rely on and dared to treat him like this - wasn't he Fu Heng's godson? Your adoptive father was polite when he saw me?

Is your brain burned? Is my dignified Russian warrior going to fall here today?

The expression on Bashrov's face was gloomy and uncontrollable. When he thought of breaking his wrist, he couldn't control his anger. But when he saw the dagger in Chunmei's hand, he was frightened. He had to admit that what he feared the most was the beautiful young woman's skills as ghostly as a skill. He didn't even dare to turn around and run away because he had a feeling in his heart that if he ran away, the other party would kill him mercilessly.

Whether he was willing to admit it or not, he was already scared by Chunmei!

Now Bashrov looks like a trembling wild dog stared at by a ferocious tiger. All the arrogance has long disappeared, replaced by a complex expression of entanglement, anger, helplessness, pain and annoyance, like a wild dog who has been defeated and cannot escape even if he wants to.

Some soft-hearted people even began to sympathize with Bashrov, such as Wu Mi, and felt that their son was a bit too bullying - yes, he came to our house to make trouble, you have taught me a lesson, and you won't slap people in the face, and you can take it as soon as you see it, why do you have to force someone to a desperate situation? The rabbit is anxious and biting people! Just as he was about to come forward to persuade him, someone shouted in the distance: "Do away, the official will do things, the idle people will do it!" He was stunned.

The crowd reluctantly separated a path, and Wuji, the left assistant minister of the Lifan Academy, walked over quickly surrounded by a group of Goshhas. Now Tondo, the former Minister of the Lifan Academy, had just been changed to the position of Minister of War, and no one had taken over the position of Minister of the Lifan Academy, so Wuji had the final say in the matter of the Lifan Academy.

Tondo was Fu Heng's disciple. If he came, Heshen would still be a little worried. Wujiao would not be the case. Although he was a member of Zhengbai Banner, he was the second-rank minister of Zhengzhou. Because he inherited the Earl Shixun, and was close to the lineage of the imperial concubine Ling Huang, he never took Heshen, the deputy banner leader of Zhengbai Banner seriously. Today he came to save Bashrov, probably with the purpose of humiliating Heshen - I don't know where he got the news!

Wuji is just 33 years old this year, and when he is young and strong, he bowed to Bashrov's body as soon as he approached, and said exaggeratedly: "Oh, how did you do this? Which slave dares to bully you if he doesn't open his eyes? Don't worry, go back and report to the emperor and ask his master to punish the slave for his crime!" As he said that, he did not forget to glance at Heshen, but he could not come to see him. The meaning of contempt was fully expressed!

Bashrov always looked down on Wuji's servant. When he saw him today, he felt like he had seen a savior. He grabbed his hand and said happily: "The five great men came just right. The day before yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor had allowed me to come to Heshen... I will discuss the matter of telegram. Today I will visit him. His servants stopped me. He also instructed his maid to hurt my followers... Your country is known as a country of etiquette, but there are such ignorant people. I express my deep regret and reserve the right to protest... If you don't give me an explanation today, I will definitely report to Your Majesty the Emperor of your country!"

Wu Ji was so angry that he bowed again and said in panic: "Don't worry, please calm down, please calm down, I will ask Heshen to apologize," and then raised his head, walked quickly to Heshen, bowed to Heshen, and said: "Don't He, this is your wrong thing. Long Sui Master allows the Deputy Envoy to visit you. Do you still have Long Sui Master in your eyes?" He said loudly, and in one sentence he charged Heshen with a crime of contempt for imperial power. This is an extraordinary crime in the current society where imperial power is supreme. When facing the scene, it can kill people!

Heshen did not expect that Wuji was so shameless. He stumbled on himself as soon as he came. He laughed furiously. He glanced at the red and beautiful head that shone with dazzling light under the sunlight on the other party's head, and said proudly: "Wuji, right? You said I don't have the Long Live Master in my eyes. Is this not the final word for you? I will only ask one question, as a bannerman, do you still understand the rules of the bannerman?"

"The rules of the bannerman?" Wu Ji was stunned and immediately understood that Heshen was trying to oppress himself with his identity, but he was not fooled. He giggled and said, "I naturally understand the rules of the bannerman. However, no matter how big the rules of the bannerman are, they are not as important as the Emperor Longsheng. If you dare to despise Emperor Longsheng, I will not be polite no matter who he is... If you want me to respect him, I will apologize to the deputy envoy first!"

Wuji held the greatest imperial power, but Qianlong did say in front of many people that he allowed Bashrov to discuss the telegram, which made Heshen passive.
Chapter completed!