Chapter 644 Japan has a revolutionary party! (Please order, vote)
At the end of the Jiuqu Bridge, Tingyuxuan is surrounded by water on three sides, and copper bells jingling in the autumn wind.
When Luo Yaoguo pushed open the carved wooden door, Rinko was already kneeling on the Persian velvet blanket. The thin pink kimono hem was spread out into a fan shape, and the exposed snow-white neck was covered with golden wheat ears and golden crosses. This woman, who was a little overly superstitious, was respectful and pious, as if she was a pilgrimage, with her eyes low and she dared not look directly into Luo Yaoguo's eyes.
"Say!" Luo Yaoguo lifted up the bright yellow dragon robe, sat on a Grand Master's chair, and picked up a ruler that someone had put on the coffee table and started playing with, "How much do you know about Zhao Si?"
"The first time I saw him was about three years ago, at Osaka Harbor Pier." Rinko's forehead was pressed against the carpet, and her voice was like a tight string. "Boss Hong arranged for me to take a steam paddle boat to the United States, and asked me to obey Lei Laohu. Zhao Si was Lei Laohu's subordinate at that time. He was very seasick at that time, so Lei Laohu asked me to take care of him."
Luo Yaoguo narrowed his eyes and gently tapped his palms in his hand. He walked to Linzi, squatted down, then used the ruler to lift her chin and lifted her head. The red sandalwood carved ruler held Linzi's pitiful and extremely delicate face: "Where is he from? Did Lei Laohu mention where to know Zhao Si?"
Rinko's eyelashes trembled, and her voice was still calm: "Zhao Si seems to be from Beijing." Her eyes flashed slightly, as if she was recalling the scene at that time, "Zhao Si was still an unknown man at that time, but he had a deep understanding of the teachings of the True Job Sect, and Lei Laohu valued him very much. According to Lei Laohu, Zhao Si joined the Taiping Army when the city of Beijing was broken, and he also presented a yellow strange stone, which was wiped out by Hong Ren, and made people carved into a statue of the Heavenly King."
Luo Yaoguo did not respond immediately, but turned around and walked to the window and pushed open the carved window. The moonlight reflected on the pond, the autumn wind blew in with a little chill, rolling up a few pages of documents on the desk. He suddenly turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Don't tell anyone these words, including your adopted father, King Feng Nan."
Rinko's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly calmed down: "Yes! I must keep my mouth shut!"
"Have you heard of Sakuma Xiangshan?" Luo Yaoguo suddenly changed the topic.
"I heard of it!" Rinko replied, "He is a famous Japanese scholar and has many disciples. When the slaves served Hong Daquan, he also organized an assassination of him!"
Luo Yaoguo's lips raised slightly, and a hint of sneer appeared: "Sakama Xiangshan recently formed a Japanese revolutionary party! He advocated mobilizing lower-class samurai and civilians, first overthrow the Tokugawa shogunate and the vassal families in various places, then split the land equally, and establish a new Japan with four people equality." He walked to Rinko and gently patted the ruler in his hand on her shoulder, "What do you think of his proposal?"
Rinko raised her head, her eyes confused: "This proposition is somewhat similar to the kingdom of heaven, and it seems to absorb the views of those red ghosts in Europe."
"The red ghost of Europe?" Luo Yaoguo asked, "You have seen two of them?"
"More than that." Rinko shook her head, "It's three!"
"Three?" Luo Yaoguo asked, "Who are they?"
"Carl, Friedrich and a Russian named Mikhail Bakunin!"
"Mikhail Alexander Rovich Bakuning." Luo Yaoguo casually pronounced Bakuning's full name, "Is it interesting. Did he come to the United States?"
"That's right, I've become the subordinate of Natalia's female grandfather." Rinko replied.
Luo Yaoguo was silent for a moment, turned his back to Rinko, and his voice was low: "The day after tomorrow, I took the American 'Hailong' to Nagasaki. As a representative of the American Japanese Federation, I would donate some money to the Japanese Revolutionary Party, and then ask the Japanese Revolutionary Party to do a big thing in Nagasaki!"
Rinko took two steps: "I wonder what Your Highness wants the Japanese Revolutionary Party to do?"
Luo Yaoguo turned around and looked down at her: "Rice turmoil! Recently, the rice price in Japan has soared by ten cents per stone, because the wealthy merchants and the vassal lords sold Japanese rice to foreign merchants at a high price. Now the foreign merchant warehouse in Nagasaki in Japan is full of white rice!"
Rinko nodded respectfully: "I understand."
Just after two knocks on the newbang in the middle of the year, when Wanzhen pushed open the study door with coffee, there was a red sandalwood ruler on Luo Yaoguo's desk. Wanzhen suddenly thought of something, put down the coffee and knelt down for Luo Yaoguo.
"Master. Zhao Si, he looked at his servants' eyes." Wanzhen said tremblingly, "It is 700 to 80% similar to Xianfeng, with a macaque, a pair of triangular eyes, and a limping look when walking."
Luo Yaoguo was writing a letter to Hong Daquan in Japan. When he heard Wanzhen's words, he put down the brush in his hand: "I already know. The Heavenly King and I contacted the Heavenly King with the Tongtian Mirror." He suddenly picked up the ruler and knocked on Wanzhen's hair bun, "Xianfeng escaped from the Heavenly Prison in the Heavenly Realm and sneaked back to the lower realm."
"Ah" Wanzhen looked panicked, "He, he, he, can he become a sperm?"
"What's so scary about becoming a spirit?" Luo Yaoguo snorted coldly, "and more importantly, he is just a mortal fetus."
"How can the mortal fetus go down from the realm?"
"Bang!"
The ruler suddenly twitched on her shoulder, and Luo Yaoguo's voice sounded very terrible: "This is the secret of heaven. Should you ask about it?" His fingertips suddenly streaked across Wanzhen's neck.
Wanzhen's body trembled even harder, and tears slid down her cheeks: "I dare not. I will never reveal a word."
Luo Yaoguo put away the ruler and looked at her coldly: "Remember for me, Zhao Si's affairs end here. He is the pawn of Heavenly Father, and you are not allowed to talk to anyone, including your sister!"
Wanzhen nodded repeatedly, and the cold sweat on her forehead mixed with tears fell on the floor. Luo Yaoguo waved and signaled her to retreat.
Wanzhen then stood up in a hurry and staggered out of the study.
At the same time, Xianfeng was wearing a white middle robe and sitting in a guest room in Feng Yunshan's Shanghai official residence. At his feet, Chiyoko, who was naked, was kneeling at his feet.
"Chioniko," Xianfeng suddenly spoke, "Do you know who I am?"
"Hay," Chiyoko said softly, "You are Zhao Si, the master of the slave!"
"No! I'm not Zhao Si!" Xianfeng asked, "Tell me, who am I?"
"You are Zhao Si!" Chiyoko suddenly raised her head, her round face full of worry, "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you still my master?"
Xianfeng finally believed Chiyoko and breathed out, "I am still him, I am your master. Remember, I am Zhao Si!"
"Hayi!" Chiyoko breathed a little relieved, and leaned over and bowed down, "Master, it's getting late, let me serve you to bed!"
On November 15, 1858, the steam engine of the Beijing-Shanghai Line train sprayed white mist. Xianfeng leaned over the window and looked at Lehman Brothers and J.P. Morgan who were seeing off on the platform. These two were temporarily arranged to the Shanghai Exchange and became traders of the Prophecy Fund. This time, they could not go north with Xianfeng.
Chiyoko followed closely by Xianfeng and suddenly said in an inauspicious voice: "This morning, Sister Rinko brought me two Japanese maids, both of whom were only sixteen or seventeen years old, with strong arms and legs, most of which were trained by the Female Warrior Bureau!"
Xianfeng was stunned and squeezed out a smile: "I understand."
The coal smoke from the locomotive flew across the fields outside Shanghai, and Chiyoko looked at the rolling rice waves outside the window in a daze.
Xianfeng's lame leg hurt in the leather chair in the box, but he still didn't move, as if he had entered a state of concentration.
Since the train set off, Chiyoko reported to him that Rinko had sent him a maid from the Female Warrior Bureau. He knew that he had been under the surveillance of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Dark Hall...
"Is Zhao Si from Beijing?" Luo Yaoguo, who was sitting opposite Xianfeng, suddenly put down the latest publication of "Datong Daily", "Are he a bannerman?"
Xianfeng's heart thrusts again: "Uncle Jiu, I am a Han, my ancestors have been Han people for generations."
"Then what do you think of the Xian Demon Head?" Luo Yaoguo asked, "Is he the most stupid monarch in the Qing Dynasty?"
The air in the box suddenly solidified. Chiyoko clenched the cuffs of the kimono and heard the clanging sound of the wheels rolling through the joints of the rails.
"No, Xianfeng is not the most stupid monarch in the Qing Dynasty." Xianfeng shook his head - he worked so hard, how could he be the most stupid monarch? What he took on is a mess!
"Who is the most stupid monarch in the Qing Dynasty?" Luo Yaoguo asked.
"Then it's more? Of course, it was Kangxi's blind man who was ignorant of the current affairs!" Xianfeng was really heartbroken. "Kangxi's red-clothed cannon at the time of fighting the Three Feudatories was not much worse than that of foreigners. If the sea ban was opened early, he knew that the earth was round and that there was a new continent on the other side of the ocean! He could have just sent some people out to enclose a large piece of land. Why did we still work so hard now? He was so stupid. I'm sorry for his descendants! He had to grab more at that time, and his descendants would not have suffered so much."
Feng Yunshan was amused, "You lame man became the emperor, but you understand better than the so-called saint of Kangxi!"
A "Wuxi" stop sign flashed outside the car window, and a soldier from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was helping the old farmer carry a bag of grain on the train. Xianfeng sighed - the Taiping Army's current style is better than the heavenly soldiers when the Qing Dynasty was founded.
Losing to them is really not because of Xianfeng’s stupidity!
"So," Luo Yaoguo rubbed the "Tongtian Mirror", "If you sit in the Dragon Court and face our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, how can you turn the tables?"
"I? I will definitely cut off the flag pay and move the capital to Shengjing." Xianfeng's lame leg twitched unconsciously, "It took ten or twenty years to cultivate the three eastern provinces into granaries, and then let Zeng Guofan take the Hunan army south to pick up Vietnam, and then transport Vietnamese rice to the north to supply Shengjing's troops." He suddenly caught the sneer on Luo Yaoguo's lips and changed his words hurriedly, "Of course, even if you do this, you will survive and you will definitely not be able to turn the tables. You can only support it for a few more years."
Chapter completed!