"It's so comfortable!" Duncan closed his eyes comfortably.

"Her Majesty's Warrior, Mengji thanks for your help!" A strange English awakened Duncan from this comfortable feeling. He turned around and stood in front of him a Burmese man in his thirties, dressed in gorgeous clothes. This man was the mastermind of the coup - Mengji.

"Your Majesty!" Duncan suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and bowed to Meng Ji.

"No need to be polite! Warriors, what reward do you need? Gems, gold, or women, and generous Mengji can all meet your requirements!"

"This cowardly rat has been hiding in his rat hole until his victory, ready to go out of exile if it fails." Duncan cursed in his stomach, but on the surface, he tried his best to pretend to be respectful and said, "As a humble servant of the empire, it is my duty to obey the Queen's orders and serve you." At this point, Duncan's voice became firm: "As long as you act according to the agreement agreed in advance, it's enough!"

"That's nature, that's nature!" Meng Ji smiled, but his eyes flashed a little, and he whispered: "It's just the tin robe and his children?"

Duncan immediately replied: "This is your country's internal affairs. In accordance with the ambassador's order, I only provide corresponding technical support, and the others are at your own discretion!"

"That's good, that's good!" After receiving a satisfactory answer, Meng Ji smiled happily. He made a self-righteous gesture to Duncan and walked down the city gate quickly. Duncan stared at the other party's back as he walked away, his eyes full of contempt.

"The despicable traitor used artillery to bombard the Buddhist temple! Your warriors can no longer hold on. Your Majesty, please leave here quickly!" In the Burmese King's bedroom, Mauke knelt on the ground. At this time, he was very embarrassed, with a bright red spot on his right shoulder. It was just now that he went out to explore the situation and was hit by a stray bullet.

"These demons actually fired fire in the sacred palace and bombarded the Buddha's palace. After death, they would definitely be shot into the animal realm and would never be reborn!" The Burmese king Tin Pao cursed angrily. His face had swollen to purple and black. All ethnic groups in Myanmar believed in Buddhism. There were statues of gods and Buddhas in the palace, which were considered sacred halls. Although there were many attacks and killings among all ethnic groups, it was never before that such people were openly bombarded by artillery fire in the palace. It was no wonder that Tin Pao was so angry.

"Holy Majesty, let's go quickly!" Maumaoke urged. At this time, the shouts of killing outside the hall were clearly visible. It was obvious that the rebels were not far from here. Tin Rou shook his head, picked up the sword hanging on the wall, inserted his pistol on his belt, and shouted: "No, the king's robe is the best corpse clothes, I will die as the king. There must be a shadow of the British behind this rebel. You take the children to the Shun people, and maybe you can get a way out of them."

The Chief of the Chief of the Burmese Office, Zhao Youting, was awakened by the sound of gunfire from the palace. He was wearing only a pair of wooden clogs and ran to the balcony of the embassy. The sound of gunfires in the palace several miles away was nowhere to be heard, and he was already fighting fiercely. He was a Guangxi native. He was a Jinshi in Jiafeng for three years, but his career was not smooth. He was nearly fifty years old, but he was sent to a place like Myanmar to serve as such a misnomer. Zhao Youting himself also cut off his idea of ​​making progress, but he just collected all kinds of precious goods from Myanmar and planned to survive in another year. After returning to China, he issued a note and returned to his hometown to retire. However, he did not expect that he would encounter such a thing at this critical moment. When he thought of losing the vassal state of Myanmar during his term, the impeachment memorials fell like rain in the Hanjing, Zhao Youting felt a headache.

"Master, Master Sima is here, right outside!" The clerk beside him whispered.

When Zhao Youting was helpless, he seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and said anxiously: "Hurry up, invite him in!"

"Sir, it's a rebel who is planning to rebel! He has already attacked the palace. It seems that the situation is very unfavorable to the Burmese King!" Sima Badu, a marching man in the corps's palace, was still outside the door, and his loud voice came in. He was a man of twenty-seven or eight years old. His large military uniform was almost broken when he was wearing a burly body. Under the light, his face was covered with dust, but he could not hide his worry.

"Ah? It's not good for the Burmese King? What should I do?" Zhao Youting was panicked when he heard this. Although the current Burmese King only recognized Dashun's status as the sect leader on the surface, and his Burmese lieutenant's office sounded majestic, but in fact it was just an empty affair. The Burmese King Xijin secretly swayed between Britain and Dashun to make profits, but at least he also admitted that he was a vassal state of Dashun. If he changed to a new Burmese King, with the aggressive momentum of the British, it is very likely that he would not even want this layer of skin and directly turn to the UK. At that time, the crime of losing his vassal state was detained. I dare not say anything else, and he would definitely have lost his hope of resigning and returning to his hometown to retire. When he thought of this, Zhao Youting couldn't help but burst into tears: "Why is his life so miserable!"

"Sir!" Seeing Zhao Youting's appearance, Badu knew that he could no longer count on him, so he quickly suggested: "When a coup occurs in Myanmar, there will be bandits plundering everywhere. There are many foreigners in Mandalay City. As a person who is a humble position, he should first release the guns and put the soldiers in the museum on guard. If the overseas Chinese come to take refuge, it will be easier to cover them!"

"Sima said so much, so do what you said!" Zhao Youting nodded. He was not an incompetent person. He had been here for many years and his ambition was gone. He became much lazy. He suddenly encountered a major change and did not react for a while.

"Yes!" Seeing that Zhao Youting accepted his suggestion, Badu couldn't help but feel energetic, and turned around and walked downstairs quickly. Soon there was a powerful call from the embassy. The soldiers of the embassy guards quickly lined up to accept the orders and took action. Zhao Youting looked at Badu who was in high spirits downstairs who were giving orders, and couldn't help but sigh, turned around and went back to the house.

Zhao Youting returned to the house and lay down. After about twenty or thirty minutes, he was sleeping in a drowsy manner. A hurried voice from outside the door came from the door: "Sir, sir, I have important matters to report!"

Zhao Youting got up from the bed helplessly, opened the door and asked, "What's the matter with the brigade!"

"Report to the Lord, the Burmese Prince is here to vote, right below!" Badu said in a low voice, but his face was flushed with excitement, almost emitting light.

"What?" Zhao Youting immediately recovered from his half-sleeping state. As an experienced diplomat, he naturally knew what this meant - whether it was Dashun's future interference or trading with the new Burmese king, this prince was a good excuse and bargaining chip. No matter what, "the master came from the name of the name" is not a good adjective.

"Are you sure it's the real Burmese Prince?" Zhao Youting asked in a low voice.

"It should be good. The one who escorted the two princes was Mauke himself, the guard of the Burmese King. Not long ago, when I went to the palace with the Lord to meet the Burmese King, they also dealt with him. They also brought seals and letters! Mauke said that the rebels should have the support of the British and the weapons they used were all made in Britain."

"As it turns out, those damn barbarians!" Zhao Youting said hatefully. He paced back and forth for a few steps, and then quickly made a decision: "It is not safe for them to stay in the Protectorate's Mansion. Those who plot against the rebels will definitely seek the whole city after they are successful. In the end, they will always find this place. They should take advantage of the rebels that have not completely controlled the whole city yet, and quickly send them out of the city and to a safe place." Speaking of this, Zhao Youting's eyes turned to Badu's face.

As a young military officer stationed in a vassal state, Badu was full of power and thoughts of tying stone Yanran. Seeing Shangguan suddenly grasping the key points of the matter, he couldn't help but feel very happy and quickly replied in a deep voice: "What the lord said is, it's best to send it to Dashun."

Zhao Youting nodded. He looked up at the sky without starlight, and a hint of worry appeared on his face, and whispered: "It's just that the rainy season is coming soon, I'm afraid along the way--"

"I'm not afraid, I'm willing to go there myself. Most of the horse gangs in the city are Chinese. They often travel between Myanmar and China, familiar with the roads. They only need to make a lot of money, so it's not difficult to ask them for help. Besides, this rainy season is also a good thing. On the one hand, the rebels are difficult to pursue, and on the other hand, the army is inconvenient to move during the rainy season, and the British cannot invade a large scale, which also gives us time to react!" It turns out that Myanmar is located in the western part of the Indochina Peninsula, with a tropical monsoon climate, which is very different from mainland China.

The rainy season is between April and September every year, and the rest is dry season. Most of the rainfall is concentrated in the rainy season. During this season, a large amount of rainfall causes flooding, roads are often damaged or submerged, and traffic is very difficult. Therefore, Zhao Youting was very embarrassed to escort the two princes from Mandalay to Dashun. Badu looked confident. Obviously, before meeting Zhao Youting, he had already considered the difficulties of things and made up his mind to escort them himself.

Seeing that Ba was like this, Zhao Youting immediately made a decision: "Okay, you should contact the horse gang immediately and prepare for the trip. I will meet the prince of the Burmese King. Half an hour later, we will gather at Ximen for foreign exchange!"

On the canvas wooden hammock with mosquito nets, Chen Zaixing flipped a lot of mine, which was the result of his labor these days. He saw a lightning flash over the woods in the east that cut through the dark clouds. There was a vague fence that could outline the woods covering the clearings. He smoked cigarettes and cursed the primeval forests around him and the terrible insects. He asked himself why he wanted to return to this annoying place, just like all those who came to the primeval forest of Indochina.

If he carefully analyzed it, he had to admit that he was no longer adapting to the kind of affluent life in Hanjing. Needless to say, he could not live in Hanjing, and even in Dashun, there was no place to live. He could not live in that simple and repetitive life year after year, day after day, because the rules and intrigues there made him feel unhappy. Most importantly, only in the rarely-people forests of Indochina can he avoid seeing the name of the woman he loved deeply. Like all those who have lived in Indochina for a long time, he sometimes loved and hated the place. But he admitted that after five years, he had fallen in love with it. In the past few years, he could not live without cigarettes, malaria, and countless insect bites.

Chen Zaixing came from Myanmar in 1875. He entered Hongwenguan as the second place at the age of 20. For a scholar in the Dashun Dynasty, it means that the door to the top political elite class of Dashun has been opened to him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will raise talents here, compile history and write books, and draft edicts. If lucky, he can also serve as a member of the royal family, form friendship with the future emperor, and lay the foundation for becoming the future prime minister. By the age of forty, he can become the six ministers or be a member of the country. Next is to add Pingzhang's military and national rank, reach the peak of power, and become the prime minister of the empire.

However, Chen Zaixing was not so obedient. He was famous for his preference for Western learning and unrestrainedness in Hongwenguan. Of course, the court was very tolerant of these imperial elites and the reserve team of the central system bureaucrats. Even the emperor only smiled at Chen Zaixing's extraordinary behavior and let it go. But all this was until he met the woman in fate, that was Jiang Qingyue, a "weixian" in the palace, and the current emperor of Dashun Xianqing, who followed the pen and orders, and was one of the "inner ministers" that was commonly known as the outside world - one of the few women standing at the peak of the power of the Dashun Empire.

There is no doubt that Jiang Qingyue is a very beautiful woman. More importantly, all she has not only beauty. Due to the vicious expansion of the imperial power of the previous dynasty, and even eroded the prime minister's power to a considerable extent, as part of the reactionary reaction of the successor, Shun restored the prime minister's system, and even the heads of the prime minister even used the title "Pingzhang Military and National Affairs" that was also extremely exaggerated in history. However, in actual political life, the emperors of Shun Dynasty were still very vigilant to monitor the prime minister's actions. Now, the Silijian and eunuch system, which were once powerful in the Ming Dynasty, were abolished together, and part of its authority was transferred to Pingzhang, who discussed politics in Tianyou Pavilion, and those who were in politics.

In the hands of adding the title to participate in politics, however, there was also a part of the power retained by the emperor in his own hands - or in the hands of the closest secretary team around him. As time went on, this secretary team was like the predecessors of the Silijian in the previous dynasty, and its power became greater and greater. As the reserve member of the secretary team, Jiang Qingyue had received since childhood, and his education level since childhood was imaginable. Even though it was no longer a strange thing for girls' schools in the empire at that time, the ladies who attended the great ladies were also in the sky and underground compared to Jiang Qingyue. Such a woman appeared in front of Chen Zaixing, who had always been pretentious, and her attraction was imaginable.

The gully between the two was not as insurmountable as outsiders imagined. According to the system of the empire, Jiang Qingyue could leave the palace to marry at the age of 25 (it was originally 30 years old, and wanted to repay the excellent education she received five years later than the palace maids of other responsibilities, but Chen Zaixing, who came from a noble family, had the ability and willingness to compensate her with money.) But all this must have a premise. Jiang Qingyue had to give up becoming a Chengzhi, because once she became a Chengzhi, her time to leave the palace would be delayed to 40 years old, let alone contact with the empire's core secrets.

Faced with the choice of love and power, Jiang Qingyue chose to become a priest after hesitation. Chen Zaixing, who suffered a huge blow, gave up his identity as a bachelor's degree in Hongwenguan, left Hanjing, and came to Indochina. In recent years, he traveled through the jungle, wrote travel notes, surveying and mapping maps. He was proficient in Western learning and was very insightful in surveying and mapping and mineral exploration. Over the years, he discovered several tin and silver mines in Myanmar, and made great profits from it, and his family's capital was no less than one million.
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