In 1985, Haijing became even more chaotic. He subdued a country outside the Qing Dynasty like lightning, and obtained the incoherence of Lan Fang and the large amount of Annan compensation, which brought the incoherence of the Song Dynasty newspaper industry--this was originally a sign of their blood excitement: the honor of unifying the feudal dynasty to make the four barbarians surrender appeared on a professional rebel, whether it was a regular or partial wealth, but the accident that his own force was so powerful, which made them incoherently quote various messy allusions to explain this inexplicable excitement in doubt;

Victory also brought about a more chaotic prosperity. The input of capital and compensation made the entire Haijing a large construction site. With a simple palace as the center, building construction is being carried out from all directions. Land prices are soaring that the people do not know whether this is a company, factory or a villa of soldiers, rich and nobles, or a church. But the poor don't care. Local residents sell the land deeds left by their ancestors at high prices, and they are silly and open their mouths and laugh. The refugees squat on the street corner begging or go to the factory gate to wait for employment. There are long queues at the door of the Hairen Bureau. Fighting farmers are waiting to go to Lanfang to find food, and everyone is busy with their belly.

In the hot weather, three friends in the street with mixed suits dodged the dust on the construction site on the three floors next to them, squirted the dust from their clothes, and walked to the right side of the road with a smile.

"There is a joke," the one on the left of the three was a young man wearing a robe and a red turban. He had already had a beard, and now the beard was trembling with a smile: "Your Majesty issued a road pass decree, ordering all pedestrians and vehicles to go to the left. Xianfeng knew about it and said furiously: Long hair is shameless, who will go to the right side of the road?!"

The three of them laughed together. The two of them were dressed in young Chinese men in shirts and trousers. The man in the middle held a pipe and said with a smile: "Brother Gong is so eloquent. He told so many jokes along the way."

"That's, Zihua is the first newspaper of Minghongbao, and the sales volume is the most popular newspaper in the Song Dynasty. This guy looks humorous and cute, but he is a gun in his bones. Except in the bathhouse, he wears the red turban no matter how hot he is, a fanatic! When writing things, it's really murderous. I wish I could eat the skin and sleep the bones. When His Majesty read it, he said that when he read this newspaper, he was cold all over, which is most suitable for quenching the heat when the weather was stuffy." The young man with a white face on the far right smiled.

Gong Zihuan laughed and said, "Deling, Da Meng, don't kill me anymore. Deling is the first-class secretary of the Prime Minister's Office, and Da Meng is even a big shot summoned by the emperor. I am just a lieutenant in a pen-like manner. I can't compare to you."

"Look, let's be humble, don't play the Qing Dynasty's style. Mr. Chu, the leader of the Haijing Newspaper." Song Deling laughed.

Gong Zihuan stopped, bought a few fruits from a fruit stall on the street, handed them to two friends next to him, and asked while biting, "Brother Dameng, do you want to be an official in the court? You are from Guangdong, and you are a high-ranking university in the overseas country, and an American Baptist. Your Majesty will definitely be like a treasure when you see you."

There was a little sarcastic feeling in this sentence, but Rong Dameng, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, did not hear it. He smiled and said, "I have no intention yet. I have been rolling in the business world in Shanghai. This time De Ling asked me to come, so I came to take a look. In two days, I will go to Nanjing to see what the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom looks like."

"They can't do it." Gong Zihuan curled his lips disdainfully: "These princes built gardens every day, and their wives were more than Xianfeng. They always regarded themselves as the Supreme Kingdom of the Heavenly Kingdom. They were a big deal. They didn't even understand the infantry warriors, so they knew they were holding foreign guns. Are they worthy?"

"Your Majesty is really too simple. Youth helps the country contact all officials to report many times. You have to use this compensation to build a palace. There are plenty of reasons. French and British emperors have palaces. You can't live in the mansion of Ye Mingchen of the Qing demon. Your Majesty said that the Qing demon has not been destroyed. Why do you have a family?" The court official Song Deling laughed and said gossip.

"He is lazy! I have heard of it a long time ago! His Majesty is very lazy in places where he has land! It is said that he is too lazy to manage the case of a bureau, so he handed it over to his private person!" Gong Zihuan roared: "A emperor lives in that kind of place for three years. Is it true? He has lost his national body!"

"You and Prime Minister Huan have a private tune. Haha." Song Deling laughed.

Rong Dameng listened quietly and smiled, "It seems that the political atmosphere in Haijing is very relaxing. You just say these words on the streets. In a few days, I have been to Tianjing to compete with your Majesty."

"It's easy. Apart from being exhausted from working, the court can't finish gossip and gossip in the court for three days and three nights." Song Deling held back his smile while walking, saying, "I'm the right way to jump from Baoshun Foreign Company to the court. Dameng, come too. Our old colleague in Baoshun. Your Majesty said you can offer the price. You can choose the official position."

"What?" Gong Zihuan exclaimed: "Your Majesty really said that?"

"That's it, Da Meng's talent." Song Deling smiled.

"It seems that I should have gone abroad too!" Gong Zihuan snorted in his nose: "Your Majesty has never met me personally, nor has he found my friend to look for me. It seems that foreign ink is more fragrant than stinky ink."

"Haha. Don't be angry." Song Deling and Rong Dameng laughed together. Song Deling even bypassed Rong Dameng and hugged Gong Zihuan's angry shoulder: "Okay, man, stop scolding Your Majesty. Since the peace treaty was signed, you have been scolding for so many periods. If you scold again, your Majesty has thrown your newspaper to wastebasket. Your Majesty has a broad mind. Don't mess with him."

"Make him a fuss? Our boss talked to me! Let me restrain myself! It must be your court that was making a fuss! Today I came out, one of my purposes was to ask if you have this?!" Gong Zihuan tucked his red turban and said furiously.

"Yes, yes, you, Zhang Xiancheng, have scolded you. Can you not give me a blowjob?" Song Deling said with a smile.

"Foreign slaves! So many people in the Qing Dynasty are waiting for us to rescue! Why do we have to be peaceful with the Qing Dynasty?!Foreign slaves!" Gong Zihuan stomped his feet and shouted in the streets, and passers-by looked at each other. "I'm afraid you will not make a noise. We are the court that believes in God. If you don't believe this, then we can't help!" Song Deling pressed Gong Zihuan's shoulder and begged: "I'll give you some information. Anyway, it will definitely be our place in five years. If the Qing Dynasty is eliminated within the year, I won't admit what I said."

"What, really?" Gong Zihuan was shocked.

"I didn't say anything. Anyway, your Majesty is so powerful that you witness it with your own eyes. He has been described by God!" Song Deling smiled half-truely and half-falsely: "No matter if you don't send it, otherwise I will arrest you."

Gong Zihuan was stunned for a while, and suddenly shouted seriously: "It turns out that His Majesty's Holy Divine Magistrate is unpredictable. He is really a wise ruler for the ages. I am saved by China!"

Seeing the radical nationalist changing his face like a child, Rong Dameng took a sip of the cigarette butt, shook her head, and sighed: "It's better to establish a parliament. Isn't it better for everyone to know some things?"

"Parliament? Save it, hundreds of people all over the streets. Who knows which one like you?" Song Deling smiled: "Your Majesty won't tell you anymore. Isn't it the time at all?"

"What parliament? Isn't it just a censor? Before the Qing Dynasty stole the country, there were so many of us in the Ming Dynasty. Foreigners were still playing with mud at that time!" Gong Zihuan glanced at Rong Dameng fiercely and shouted disdainfully.

"Haha. Don't pay attention to him. Local snakes and crossing river dragons will never meet each other." Song Deling pinched one and pulled the two forwards.

Half an hour later, the three of them stood down a small building with many people standing. Gong Zihuan pointed to the plaque of the Qiongji Building and said to the two: "This is it. Li Mingchang, the boss of "Haijing Jiwen", is here every day, you go and talk to him."

Seeing Gong Zihuan's attitude of leaving, Song Deling was shocked. He grabbed Gong Zihuan and said, "Zihuan, this time it's Da Meng admires you Haijing Newspaper. You want to have a meal together. You can't leave. What do you mean?"

"Li Mingchang and I don't meet!" Gong Zihuan sneered: "Just him? A scholar of the Qing Dynasty and a wounded soldier in the Hunan Army, he brags about messy things every day, sells newspapers, is famous by staring at the crotch of aristocrats, and is scolding the emperor for making profits. I think the poor are talking as a guise, and I am ashamed to have any interaction with such villains!"

"Don't you scold too? Don't you also think of yourself as the people?" Rong Dameng laughed: "Come on, let's go find Mr. Li together."

"Go! I'm for the country and the people! We've fought." Gong Zihuan snorted coldly: "If it weren't for his uncle who was a big cloth merchant and had a title, his newspaper office would have been smashed by our world."

"In Haijing, even if you use a pen to scold the enemy, it will be a life-and-death battle." Song Deling laughed loudly, but he refused to let go of Gong Zihuan and said, "I have to drink when I fight today, all of them are my friends."

Of course, Gong Zihuan would not surrender and would not go to Qiongji Tower even if he died. Rong Dameng also went up to pull him up. While the three of them were tugging and laughing in front of Qiongji Tower, there was a sudden burst of horse hooves coming from the street over there. The three of them turned their heads and looked. They saw a young naval officer wearing a straight sea blue general uniform and a boat-shaped military cap rushing towards this side crazily. Behind them, there were a few soldiers running horses. Just looking at the grass rattan hats on their heads, you would know that they were naval or small sword soldiers.

The general strangled the horse in front of the Qiongji Building. A cold light flashed in one eye. He pointed to the plaque upstairs with a horsewhip and turned his head to ask the panicked soldier behind him, "It's this?"

After receiving a positive answer, the general turned over and dismounted. He pressed the gun holster on his waist and walked straight towards Qiongji Tower. After passing the three stunned friends, the servant at the door wanted to ask about the situation. He was kicked away by a boot before he could speak, smashed on the small table that was charged, and rolled all over the floor with a basket of copper coins.

"Isn't that the Baron Luo Qianjie of the court?" "Isn't that the General Luo Qianjie of the Navy?" Gong Zihuan and Song Deling, familiar with the court, shouted almost in unison.

The two of them looked at each other and rushed towards Qiongji Tower at the same time, trying to see what was wrong.

Mr. Qiongji Li Mingchang was vigorously telling today's story on the stage. A roar suddenly came from the aisle: "Are you Qiongji?"

Everyone in the mainland was surprised. Everyone looked into the aisle together and saw a young soldier in military uniform walking towards Li Mingchang with gritted teeth.

"I am. What's the point of doing?" Li Mingchang asked strangely.

Luo Qianjie gritted his teeth and looked at Li Mingchang. While walking, he opened the gun holster and immediately held a revolver in his hand. He pointed the gun at Li Mingchang and shouted: "You are you calling me a lewd guy?"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers pulled the trigger suddenly, and a ball of fire ejected from the muzzle, and the bullet shot directly into Li Mingchang.

As soon as Song Deling and the other two rushed into the Qiongji Building, they heard a gunshot in front of them. The audience immediately shouted: "The officer is killing people." They ran towards the door crying and shouting.

Song Deling was an official of the court and did not run away at this moment. He turned his head and shouted at Rong Dameng and Gong Zihuan: "Look for the sheriff!" He pushed the crowd away and rushed forward.

After running for a few steps, he saw that there was almost no one in front of him. Luo Qianjie was hugged by his own personal soldiers in the aisle. He cried and asked this adult not to do stupid things. Luo Qianjie twisted his body angrily, and the revolver that had been piled up was swaying reluctantly in the air. On the stage, Li Mingchang was rolling and crawling into the backstage.

"Sir Baron, don't do stupid things! If you have anything to do, go to a lawsuit!" Song Deling ran to the crowd of wriggling people, and hid with a pale face, hiding in his mouth.

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed out and fell on a stool. When he got up, he saw that his original position had been snatched by Gong Zihuan, breathless. He was shouting excitedly: "Master Baron, please tell me why you shot Li Mingchang? Is he a spy of the Qing Demon?!"

An hour later, when Song Deling, who covered his waist and limped back to the court, arrived at the prime minister's office, he saw the corridor full of officials, all with strange faces, holding the wall in rows, motionless, as if he was fixed. His ears were stuck, and the corridor was filled with the sound of things in the emperor's office being broken and the emperor roaring at the top of his lungs:

"Do you know what you are doing? Shooting and killing people in the downtown area! You shamelessly!"

"You fuckingly want to marry Sai Jinhua! I have prepared all my wedding for you! All invitations have been sent to the ministers of the Eight Kingdoms! You fuckingly want to marry Annan's daughter again!"

"Love? I think you only have **! You pervert!"

"Where do you put my face?"

"Fuck, for you and my wife, I took Sai Jinhua into the palace, but she hanged in my bedroom! Do you know? Why did your wife hang her in my bedroom?"

"What? Sai Jinhua hangs her? She is not dead, isn't she okay?" Song Deling carefully poked a colleague next to her, with a confused look on her face.

Before the other party could speak, the officials in the corridor turned their heads at the secretary together, and raised their index fingers to make a sound of squeaking at their mouths.

At this moment, the group of people heard a angrily shout from the housekeepers: "Are you full and full? What are you doing in the corridor? Have you finished your work?"

Song Deling, who was concentrating on listening to the room, was frightened and turned his head to see Prime Minister Huan Zhuguo coming. He was yelling at the entrance of the corridor with his waist on his waist. Not only him, but also the foreign minister Xiao Zuye, Qin Mazi and Annan Ambassador Pan Jingjian, who had met. When Huan Zhuguo entered, Zhao Kuo broke things in the office, and stared at Luo Qianjie, who was bowing and dared not raise his head. Luo Qianjie stood with his waist and sweated heavily, and did not dare to speak a word.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Pan, ambassador Annan, is here." Huan Zhuguo looked at Zhao Kuo who was glaring at him and said with a smile.

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment, kicked Luo Qianjie in the butt, and shouted: "Get out, wait and wait, and repair you later! Shameless thing!"

He glared at Luo Qianjie's shameless back fiercely, Zhao Kuo changed his breath and instantly filled his smile. He faced Pan Jingjian who had entered with Luo Qianjie and grabbed his hand. He shook his desperately: "Ambassador Pan. I'm so happy to see you, haha."

"I think you are very angry with Mr. Luo?" Pan Jingjian asked. Qin Mazi quickly stepped forward to translate.

"Where is it? He is my godson. I trained him, as if my father was doing to his son." Zhao Kuo thought for a while and smiled.

"Then I'm relieved. Actually, I'm here to talk about the marriage between Minister Luo and Princess Ruan." Pan Jingjian said with a smile.

"Okay, that's my son's honor, oh, and it's also my Song Dynasty." Zhao Kuo laughed.

In fact, Luo Qianjie has now become a big bargaining chip to control the Annan court.

When Luo Qianjie rushed to the capital of Huhua, Annan, and the Annan court was forced to negotiate, Zhao Kuo was surprised and glad that the war against Annan did not drag him into the quagmire.

After all, although Annan is not as strong as Britain and France, it is just a quagmire of a great country. French, Japanese, and Americans have fallen into this quagmire. This quagmire is not something that the national power of the Song Dynasty can afford, and it is not beneficial to play. Therefore, from the beginning, Zhao Kuo determined the strategy to have a very kind attitude towards the Annan court.

Whoever is corrupt is a good friend of the Song Dynasty. You must win the favor of the Annan court. The Annan court governs the Annan people. As long as you control and influence the Annan court, it is too easy to have some oil and water for the Annan people, and you don’t have to dirty your own hands.

Therefore, the special envoys such as Luo Qianjie and Qin Mazi were both tired of conveying a message: Our Emperor of Song was just protecting missionaries and his own subjects. We do not want to be enemies with the Annan court. We can guarantee that your Ruan Dynasty will be the Annan royal family forever.

At first, the Annan court did not trust the Song Dynasty, but Zhao Kuo did not say anything and returned the occupied land to Pan Jingjian, the special envoy to receive the land, and did not want any territory in Annan. The Annan court then realized that this war was not a life-and-death battle in Confucian civilization, but a forced transaction based entirely on interests.

Then the Annan court wanted to defeat each one and insisted on negotiating separately with the French Song Dynasty. This fell into the intention of the Song Dynasty. Without the French, Luo Qianjie could unscrupulously convey the Song Dynasty's sympathy for Annan. Our Song Dynasty is like your Ruan Dynasty, who holds the French thighs and is connected with the same fate. Even if he wants to sign a contract to ensure that the Annan Ruan Dynasty will provide arms and troops to Annan when the rebellion is threatened by the uprising, and suppress the rebels for them.

These activities made Annan more and more fond of the Song Dynasty. Based on geographical, common part of civilization, as well as his own rule, the Annan Ruan Dynasty confirmed that the Song Dynasty was a good friend, and of course those patriotic people might not think so.

But at this time, a problem occurred that made Zhao Kuo's court's eyes roll all over the ground.

In order to commend the outstanding contributions made by the Royal Navy of the Song Dynasty in this battle, in addition to everyone's title, Zhao Kuo happily acknowledged the love of the general Luo Qianjie, and arranged for him to have a marriage with Sai Jinhua.

Because the queen was once the maid of Sai Jinhua, the two were like sisters, Zhao Kuo even brought Sai Jinhua to the palace before the wedding.

When Sai Jinhua converted to Christianity for the sake of her young husband, Wan'er ordered a luxurious dress. Zhao Kuo sent an invitation from the minister of the Eight Kingdoms. At this time, bad news came - Luo Qianjie said in a hesitant manner that he fell in love with Di Ruan Jiang's daughter again!

Ruan Jiang was originally the party involved in the defeat of Xiangjiang and was always punished by Emperor Side to be punished by him. However, now the Ruan Dynasty is in chaos and no one is holding him accountable. With the time and opportunity to protect himself, this prince actually came up with a plan to use his daughter to marry the invaders to exchange for the safety of his whole family!

The Song Dynasty was not as peaceful as the Qing Dynasty, which Annan surrendered back then, but for the Ruan Jiang family, they would not take risks now. When the emperor finished his work, he might be a family that would be destroyed. If he took risks now, he would succeed, at least the whole family would be prosperous before the Song Dynasty was destroyed. Moreover, a country as cruel as the Song Dynasty, how could it be destroyed within a few years?

As a result, Ruan Jiang's daughter was sent to meet Luo Qianjie, and the latter soon fell in love with another woman, and fell in love with this beautiful woman who was not good at Chinese.

"He's not a big deal! I finally know. He's a pervert!" Zhao Kuo received Luo Qianjie's wedding and wanted to win Annan's bride's letter, and punched the table.

But Zhao Kuo had no choice. He was not very clear about Ruan Jiang's status in the Ruan Dynasty, but he was a prince after all. If he could marry, he would become a friend and Annan overnight. He soon kicked Sai Jinhua and announced the cancellation of the wedding.

When Sai Jinhua received the bad news, she saw Wan'er hanging herself because she was still in Zhao Kuo's bedroom. Fortunately, she had discovered that she had been rescued, otherwise Zhao Kuozhen would have rebuilt a palace.

Now that Luo Qianjie has returned to China, he is still bringing the marriage envoy of the Annan Ruan Dynasty. Who would have thought that this guy will say that he will abandon him all the time and is a super lewd poker. He was furious and went directly to shoot Li Mingchang.

Fortunately, Li Mingchang is also a super figure who is immortal on the sword mountain. He was shot by the number one Chinese in the Navy at close range and the bullet was actually shot away. He lay on the ground and escaped without any injuries.
To be continued...