Chapter 504 The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom needs land under the sun, and Prince Albert needs to prolong his life
The dense spring rain in London was soaked in the cracks of the stone slabs on Whitehall Street, and Wu Chongyao's official boots stepped through the bumpy water.
The bronze lion on the column of the British Foreign Ministry was holding his head up in the raindrops. The Prime Minister Viscount Palmerston in the main hall used the silver handle handed to him by the Foreign Minister Earl Granville to open the knife department on the table.
Copy of the Treaty of Nanjing.
"Mr. Special Envoy, I think you are not unfamiliar with this treaty, right? Its conclusion is also due to your contribution!" Viscount Palmerston's silver handle dismantling knife cut a thin mark on the treaty, "Of course, I'm just there.
It is the real initiator of this treaty.::::.If your Prime Minister hates this treaty, let his most vicious curse come to me! I am seventy-one years old this year, and I am not afraid of him
Curse. Otherwise, ask him to acknowledge the treaty first, and then we will seriously discuss how to modify and improve it."
Wu Chongyao rubbed his enamel tobacco box and glanced at the copy of the Treaty of Nanjing as referred to by Viscount Palmerston's letter knife: "Mr. Prime Minister, I'm going to say that our country's Prime Minister has indeed made your life span.
Predict that you can live beyond 80 years old...:::. Of course, the future can be changed! If you can maintain a restrained life, don't smoke, drink less, and always maintain a good attitude, maybe you can live a few more
Year."
The British Prime Minister let out a sigh, extinguished the cigar in his hand, and looked at the whiskey placed on the table.
Suddenly he laughed and showed a rare gentle expression: "There are indeed many unreasonable parts in the Treaty of Nanjing, such as the cedes of Hong Kong Island. Now it seems that this island is meaningless, except to humiliate the Chinese.
You can participate in the war against Russia, and this island can be returned to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom immediately."
The bells of Westminster Abbey came outside the window, and Wu Chongyao continued to play with his enamel tobacco box. He remembered a sentence that Luo Yaoguo said when he handed the tobacco box to him: The Treaty of Nanjing cannot be a Sino-British negotiation.
The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom needs land under the sun.
"Prime Minister, as you said, Hong Kong Island is meaningless," he picked up the Royal Dalton's bone porcelain tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant milk tea. "It doesn't matter whether you are willing to hand it over to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
You will not get even a penny positive income from Hong Kong! Moreover, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is not subject to the Treaty of Nanjing
The constraints of the Ottoman Empire would not recognize that the treaties signed by the Eastern Roman Empire were valid for it."
"Mr. Envoy, this is not in line with international law!" British Foreign Minister Earl Glenville solemnly reminded, "The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is the successor of the Qing Kingdom, and the Ottoman Empire is not the successor of Rome."
"What to inherit?" Wu Chongyao's eyes swept over the brass globe on the wooden table, looking at the Qing Dynasty's territory with red paint, "Every inch of the land in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was dyed red with blood by the warriors of the Heavenly Kingdom. We have never been from
The Qing Dynasty inherited anything. Moreover, Britain still maintained diplomatic relations with the Qing Dynasty so far! If Britain recognized the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom as the successor of the Qing Dynasty, it should not recognize the Qing Dynasty diplomatically, and it should not sell weapons and equipment to the Qing Dynasty for use
Oppose China's legitimate government."
Earl of Granville seemed to have caught something: "We can withdraw the diplomatic envoys in Tianjin, or we can guarantee that we will no longer sell guns and cannons to the Qing Dynasty. ::::. As long as you recognize the Treaty of Nanjing and then go to the Treaty of Nanjing
Negotiation is carried out on the basis of
Wu Chongyao shook his head firmly: "Earl, please stop discussing anything about the Treaty of Nanjing. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom does not need you to withdraw your envoys to Tianjin, nor does you need to suspend your arms trade with the Qing Dynasty. What the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom needs is not
These!"
Viscount Palmerston closed the copy of the Treaty of Nanjing: "So what do you Taiping Heavenly Kingdom want from the British Empire?"
Wu Chongyao's eyes turned to the colorful brass globe painted on the surface, and then said word by word: "The biggest problem facing the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom at present is not how to eliminate the Qing Kingdom entrenched in the north, but the excess population in the territory! Taiping Heavenly Kingdom
... Need land in the sun!"
Mars suddenly broke out in the oak in the fireplace, and Viscount Palmerston shook his eyes at the foreign minister beside him, who stood up and moved the big and heavy globe between the Prime Minister and Wu Chongyao. The British Prime Minister moved for a moment
The globe, and then his knuckles gently knocked on the Southeast Asia position: "Is this here? This is what your prime minister wants?" He looked at the envoy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom with mocking, "But you even have a decent one."
There is no navy, and even our Royal Navy, the small Dutch fleet in the East Indies can stop you from expanding southwardly!”
The British Prime Minister moved the globe again, Wu Chongyao's eyes flashed through the orange yellow of the small Dutch Kingdom on the European continent, and he shook his head gently: "No, they can't... As long as Britain does not stand on the side of the Netherlands, at the same time,
Let the Dutch navy interfere with the maritime trade of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Of course, we will not make excessive demands, the British Strait colonies, Lower Myanmar, and the Netherlands' interests in the East Indies outside Borneo, and the Spanish colonies in the Philippines,
The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can be recognized. But the expansion of Western powers in Southeast Asia must stop, and you cannot prevent the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom from entering your colonies in Southeast Asia.
We should not use violence to exclude Chinese immigrants there...
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"You mean, Southeast Asia is Southeast Asia of East Asians?" Viscount Palmerston interrupted Wu Chongyao's words, "The Prime Minister of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has a very big appetite!"
Wu Chongyao gently tweaked the globe, aimed the location of the North Pacific at Viscount Palmerston and Earl of Granville, and then pointed at an archipelago on the coast of North America with his fingertips that belonged to the Russian Empire: "The Prime Minister still hopes to be
After defeating the Russian Empire, you will get the Alexander Islands...it's just a barren land."
"Haha," Viscount Palmerston sneered, "A springboard to enter the American continent! I still underestimate your Prime Minister!"
Wu Chongyao shrugged: "Now every year, 100,000 Chinese people travel across the ocean to enter the North American continent. They are all the people of the Heavenly Father. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom needs to protect their interests...\n. Our goal is limited to this.
"
"But that's the territory of the Russian Empire!" Palmerston's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth remained a sarcastic smile. He looked at the whiteness of the extremely vast Tsarist Russia on the globe, "When the war is over, you go and go with them
Let's negotiate! If the Russian bear is willing to cede the land, we have no objection."
"Okay, one word is certain!" Wu Chongyao said, and took out a yellow silk parcel from his briefcase. After untied it, there was a scroll inside. "Mr. Prime Minister, this is the new proposal by our Prime Minister and Minister of my country. The text of the "China-UK Friendship and Cooperation Treaty"...:... Please read it!"
Viscount Palmerston took the scroll and spread it gently, and the beautiful English style characters appeared on the white silk.
Viscount Palmerston's leather shoes and the military boots of the second Duke of Wellington knocked on the marble parquet floor of the turquoise hall. Queen Victoria held Luo Yaoguo's handwritten letter and her face turned pale.
"The envoy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom said that Prince Albert would be in 1861...\n.\n" The second Duke of Wellington's bare forehead was covered with sweat, "The experts from the Magic Committee have studied it
I think you and His Highness must not ignore this prophecy... or curse!"
The queen suddenly stood up, her blue silk skirt brushed through the marble that could illuminate the figure. "Hurry, go and invite Albert, and the Chief Royal Doctor!" The queen roared, and then whispered.
, "In 1861...::.6 years later! How is this possible? My dear Albert is only 36 years old this year! He is only 36 years old, and he is only 42 years old after 6 years..."
The prince and the royal doctor soon arrived by the queen. They are only 36 years old this year, but they look old and 46.
Prince Albert, who was almost aged, seemed frightened. While trotting over, he asked his little queen with extraordinary concern: "Queen, why are you feeling uncomfortable? Why did you call me and the Royal Medical Officer?
Oh, and the Viscount and... Duke!"
When he saw the chairman of the British Magic Committee, he immediately thought of something: "No, the queen is cursed?"
Victoria shook her head with grief: "No, it's not me."
"That's...::.:" Prince Albert looked at the old shaking Palmerston again.
"Prince, the Prime Minister of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom said I could live to my 80s." The British Prime Minister had no joy in his tone, but he seemed very sad.
"It's not the queen, nor you..." The prince glanced at the second Duke of Wellington again. He seemed to have no curse value, "Who was cursed?"
"Doctor, please check the prince's body!" Victoria said to a doctor who was a little older and experienced at first glance, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"Give it to me?" Prince Albert's eyes were dizzy, "I, it's me... why?"
The power of "curse" is really powerful! Prince Albert, who was originally a little tired, felt bad at once, dizzy, blurred eyes, back pain, and weak legs.::::. It's like serving the queen in bed two or three times at night
The feeling afterwards is the same!
"Prince, please don't be nervous." The second Duke of Wellington hurriedly stepped forward to support the prince who was much younger than him. "According to the prophecy, you can live for 6 years, and...:::.The future is OK
Changed! This has been proven by Viscount Stokes through calculation and logical deduction."
"6 years..." Prince Albert breathed a little relieved, "I have only six years?"
Chapter completed!