Chapter 425 Your Majesty, the long hair is about to end, Hong Xiuquan killed Ji Du! (Please order, please vote)
Today, the "Heavenly Father" seems to be still having trouble with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. The rain is pouring down like it's free, and the entire Tianjing City is wrapped in a curtain of rain. Capitol Hill
The dozen or so signboards under my feet were still there despite the heavy rain, with the resolution just passed by the National People’s Congress the day before posted on them. I don’t know if it was the rain that was so heavy that it could wash away people, or whether it was because of the heavy rain.
After watching the National People's Congress for several days, everyone is tired of looking at it. Anyway, not many Chinese people came here to take a look at the notice board in the rain today. Normally, the lecturer who usually reads the notice at the top of his voice here is not here now.
No matter where we wandered to "fish", there were only a few enthusiastic Chinese people who were concerned about the great cause of the Kingdom of Heaven and knew a few words, and were still concerned about national affairs in the rain.
Although the two "foreign brothers", the British Minister Bonham and the French Minister Bourblon, were not members of the Taiping Rebellion, they were also closely focused on this National People's Congress, which in their eyes could determine the future and destiny of China and even East Asia.
After seeing the farce at the first plenary session of the National People's Congress, although these two people did not go to the Capitol Hill to watch the "dancing giant Congress" messing around, they were sure to do it the day after the representatives of the National People's Congress finished their deliberations.
I took my translator with me, just like clocking in at work, and went to the Capitol Hill to read the signs, rain or shine.
What is posted on the notice board today are all "hard goods": "Resolution to establish Zhili Province, Zhili Prefecture, garrison province, and garrison prefecture", "Resolution to establish the Military Council and its affiliated agencies", "Resolution to establish
"The decision of the Fifth Army of the Army and the Nanyang Fleet, which are directly under the Military Council," and "the decision of the Central Army, the Front Army, and the Rear Army are directly under the East King, the West King, and the South King." Any one of them can stir up a stir among the people of the Kingdom of Heaven.
Quite a stir!
"Sériol, do you think this National People's Congress has laid the root of the civil war for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom? Can His Highness King Wu of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom still cooperate with us for a long time in the future?" French Minister Bourblon listened.
After finishing the translation, Jiligulu finished reading the five resolutions, and while holding an umbrella together with the British Minister Bonham, they walked towards the carriage and started talking in a low voice.
Wen Xian nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "You are right, this National People's Congress of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom almost broke out into a fight. Fortunately, in the end, we narrowly escaped and reached an agreement. But the situation is still grim.
One central government is weak, three feudal princes are strong,
This is the hidden danger of civil war!" As he spoke, the pride on his face almost overflowed, "If some external force comes to stir things up at this time, such as instigating the three feudal princes to go against the central government, or instigating the central government to deal with the feudal princes,
, then a civil war will break out!"
French Minister Bourblon rolled his eyes inwardly and said to himself: "You, the British Empire, are the best at this kind of shit-stirring job. Don't you just want to be the mastermind behind the scenes?" But he nodded lightly in agreement.
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"But the biggest crisis of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is probably that King Wu wants to be the emperor." Bourblon, a French guy, wholeheartedly supported Napoleon III as the emperor, but now he suddenly sighed, "In this
In the country, whoever has reached the current position of King Wu in the past does not want to go further?"
Wen Xian nodded along with a smile on his face: "That's right, Luo Yaoguo, the 'prophet', has almost 'stealed' all of Hong Xiuquan's divine power and deprived him of the throne of Heavenly King or becoming emperor. It is only a matter of time.
.At that time, he will not be able to fight with the East King, the West King, and the South King! Maybe he will have to 'cleanse' all the disobedient princes in the Kingdom of Heaven..."
"Then what should we do?" Bulbulon asked.
Wen Xian grinned: "Of course we have to support him in becoming emperor!"
"Support him to proclaim himself emperor?" Bulbulon was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately understood the thoughts of this British minister and the Queen's "shit stirrup", "Serior, you mean that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will seriously invade sooner or later.
Our interests in East Asia?"
Wen Xian curled his lips and sneered: "Actually, they are already invading!"
"You mean..." Bulbulon asked.
"Our goods are still unable to freely enter and leave the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!" Wen Xian's tone was as cold as ice. "Based on the current situation, even the small markets in Shanghai may have to be closed to us in a while.
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"Oh, you mean opium?" Bulbulon asked tentatively.
Wen Xian didn't respond, and continued: "Also, Luo Gang, the consular officer sent by Luo Yaoguo to the Straits Settlements, led hundreds of Taiping rebels in an undeclared war in the past few months and ambushed the Dutch East.
The Indian government's troops are also planning a coup in the Lanfang Republic in Borneo. The Dutch are already furious..."
Bulbulon raised his eyebrows: "Then how do they plan to retaliate? Fight with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"
Wen Xian's tone was still cold: "The Dutch are preparing to gather their forces again to attack the Chinese country on Borneo. We must take this sign of expansion of the Taiping Rebellion seriously!"
Bulbulon shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face: "But don't we have to take advantage of their impulse to expand now? Don't we have to go to Luo Yaoguo today to discuss the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom sending troops to fight the Russians?"
Wen Xian sneered again: "It's useful now, but when it's used up, huh, that's another story!"
Bulbulon curled up his lips and smiled: "Fortunately, there is still the Qing Dynasty. I heard that they are also engaged in constitutional monarchy reform recently?"
Wenxian responded casually: "I hope they can do a better job than the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."
The two of them exchanged words with each other before walking up to a Western-style four-wheeled carriage. An Indian coachman wearing a top hat and a raincoat, who was very sharp-eyed, saw them approaching, opened the door smoothly, nodded and bowed.
Invite the two ministers into the car and ask in a curry-flavored English: "Sir, where do you want to go?"
"Go to Prince Wu's Mansion!" Wen Xian ordered and got into the carriage with Bulbulon.
After wandering on the sea for many days, Zeng Guofan, Guo Songtao, and Zhang Yuzhao, together with a group of long-term and easy-going bodyguards, finally moved off the "Jixiang" and set foot on the long-lost solid land of the Qing Dynasty.
My feet were firmly planted, but my head was still dizzy, and it was hard to get seasick.
Before I could recover from the stress, I saw a four-wheeled carriage, escorted by a group of energetic practitioners, rumbled towards the dock. These practitioners, dressed in "
They wore uniforms with the name "Yong", their heads were wrapped in green cloth, and they carried foreign guns on their shoulders. They lined up in an orderly manner.
As soon as the carriage stopped, the door opened with a bang, and a fourth-grade civil servant came out. He was tall and handsome, and he was Li Hongzhang, Zeng Guofan's favorite disciple.
This Li Hongzhang is now the Tianjin Customs Supervisor and the Beiyang Army Training Assistant. His yamen and the Beiyang Army Training Camp are all stationed here in Dagukou. As soon as the "Jixiang" docked, Li Hongzhang got the news immediately, and Ma
Liuerdi led a group of Beiyang training troops straight to the dock. He did not come specially to greet Zeng Guofan, but came to watch the tax collectors at Tianjin Customs to collect taxes.
He slapped his chest loudly in front of Prince Gong, and made a big deal about how much tax he could collect from Tianjin Customs. But when it came time to actually do it, he had no magic tricks. The only stupid way that worked was to keep an eye on him personally.
With those "
"Big fish", like the "Jixiang" with a displacement of over 3,000 tons. In his eyes, it was a fat and oily "big fish", and he had to guard it himself. Unexpectedly, this guard
, he bumped into Zeng Guofan, who was coming after a long journey.
"Teacher! Teacher, what gust of wind brought you here?" Li Hongzhang's sharp eyes caught sight of Zeng Guofan, who had lost a lot of weight due to seasickness. Without saying a word, he trotted over with his robe in hand and shook it in front of him.
The sleeves made a "click" sound, and a polite bowing ceremony was made.
When Zeng Guofan saw his proud protégé, he felt very happy, but he had no time to chat at this moment. He grabbed Li Hongzhang and asked with a pale face: "Shaoquan, have Changmao and the others started fighting among themselves?"
When Li Hongzhang heard this, he was stunned on the spot and muttered in his heart: "Isn't my teacher just seasick and dizzy? Why did he ask such an outrageous question?"
"Shaoquan, please speak quickly!" Zeng Guofan shouted again when he saw Li Hongzhang standing stupidly.
"No, I haven't heard of them fighting on their own!" Li Hongzhang came back to his senses and answered quickly.
Zeng Guofan twisted his eyebrows, as if he was twisting his eyebrows: "So... is there any news about the dethronement of the false king?"
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"The Pseudo King was...deposed?" Li Hongzhang was confused again, "No! Isn't there some kind of Chinese people's meeting held in Changmao over the past two days?"
"It's starting to get louder!" Zeng Guofan frowned, his face full of worry, "Shaoquan, do you really have no news at all?"
"No, I didn't hear that!" Li Hongzhang was stunned again, suddenly feeling that something was wrong, "Teacher, how did you know... they were fighting?"
"I..." Zeng Guofan rolled his eyes and looked around. Good guy, there are so many people talking. He pointed at the carriage and said, "Get in the car... let's talk in the car!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Great news is coming!"
In the Old Summer Palace, inside the Haiyan Tower, Emperor Xianfeng was lying on his couch, staring. In a daze, he suddenly heard Concubine Yi's voice full of surprise. Xianfeng yawned slowly and followed her.
He muttered casually as if he was waking up: "What good news? It's such a surprise."
"Your Majesty, that Changmao is done playing!" Concubine Yi chirped like a cheerful bird, "Tianjin Wei sent Zeng Guofan's brochure. Guess what? The brochure said, Changmao did it.
The National People's Congress completely ruined it, Hong Xiuquan, the traitor, killed Governor Ji!"
"What? Kill Ji Du?" Xianfeng raised his hand and scratched his head, his brows furrowed into knots, "What kind of god is this Ji Du? Why does this name sound familiar to me?"
"Hey, it's Hong Xiuquan who keeps talking about his brother in heaven and the son of God!" Concubine Yi waved her hand and said it smoothly.
"What the hell?" Xianfeng rubbed his eyes vigorously as if struck by lightning. His eyes were as wide as bells. He looked at Concubine Yi and asked seriously: "Lan'er, I heard you right.
Right? Hong Xiuquan chopped up Ji Du? How did he do it, and what magic weapon did he use?"
"I heard that a spear of some kind was used, and with one click, Ji Du was stabbed to the core..."
Chapter completed!