In the empty hall, Chongzhen, who was sitting high on the throne, nodded. Chongzhen did not want to see the ministers at this time, so there was no minister in the hall except the eunuchs and guards.
Three white-skinned foreigners of different heights with eagle-nosed eyes and deep eyes walked into the main hall. The sound of leather boots echoed in the main hall, piercing the tranquility of the main hall, which made Chongzhen frown slightly!
Two of them were wearing black missionary robes and looked a little thin. Their skin looked a little unhealthy and pale. The other one was dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothes. He was tall and bearded. His skin may have been exposed to the sun a lot.
So he was black and shiny, and his face was covered with blush blown by the wind. He looked very brave.
Before coming to the Ming Dynasty, they had never seen such a palace. It took a full 120 years to build the St. Petersburg Cathedral just three years ago. Compared with this magnificent palace,
It is also slightly overshadowed... The Holy Religion must take root here, spread the gospel of God to every inch of the land here, and turn all the people here into the most devout children of God. This is what these two missionaries are doing at this time
The only thought in Shi's mind.
If you want the Holy Religion to take root in this land, you must first conquer the young Ming Emperor on the throne. This shouldn't be too difficult.
"Your Majesty the Emperor." The missionary who walked first was named Kyle. He had cat-like eyes and an eagle-like nose. He was not tall, but rather thin. He had a furry beard and eyes.
The light of wisdom shone in his heart, and he bowed respectfully in front of Chongzhen.
The old eunuch next to Chongzhen scolded: "Haven't you people been accustomed to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty? The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is above, kneel down and salute."
But Chongzhen waved his hand and asked: "Who do you represent?"
Two missionaries in black robes said respectfully: "We represent Pope Urban VIII."
The man in aristocratic clothing was 1.9 meters tall and weighed about 200 kilograms. He was considered quite strong for this period. He said with arrogance: "I represent the Emperor Philip IV of the Habsburg Dynasty."
Chongzhen glanced at the old eunuch next to him, who said softly: "In the map of nations brought by Matteo Ricci, the Habsburg dynasty owns Spain and Portugal, as well as some other scattered territories."
Chongzhen smiled lightly and said: "People from other countries are exempted from kneeling. Why don't you, a minister from another country, kneel when you see me?"
The noble man smiled arrogantly and said: "I am an envoy of the Habsburg Dynasty and a nobleman of the greatest empire in the world. How can I kneel down to the emperor of another country?"
Chongzhen smiled lightly when he heard this and said something softly. The old eunuch next to him nodded and said loudly: "The barbarians despise the Ming Dynasty, so I will give you ten strokes of the rod as punishment!"
When the two golden-armored guards guarding the entrance of the palace heard this, they turned around and came to the noble with neat steps, reaching out to grab the noble's arm and escort him out.
This nobleman was used to being arrogant. Although he had studied Chinese for a period of time, he didn't know what the stick was. When he saw two guards coming to arrest him, he realized that the stick was definitely not a good thing. After all, it was a punishment.
He still understood the word, which meant reproach and punishment.
This nobleman was tall and tall. Two guards went to grab his arms, but he flicked his wrist and threw the two guards away.
Compared with the two guards who were more than 1.77 centimeters tall, this nobleman was like a giant. He raised his fist and roared: "I, the Count of Anjou, represent..."
Before he could say the next words, the two guards he threw away turned around and landed in front of him again. One of them directly hooked the noble's legs with one kick, knocking him down.
Immediately, two guards came forward and twisted the arms of the struggling nobleman back. Before the nobleman could shout, one of the guards slapped the nobleman on the cheek with his backhand, and slapped the nobleman's face to the other one.
In front of the guards who had been waiting for a long time, another guard directly clamped the noble's chin, twisted it slightly, and with a click, the noble's chin was removed, and his big mouth was dislocated and dangling.
Seven or eight teeth fell out of the nobleman's mouth like corn kernels mixed with blood. However, the nobleman's guard caught them with a handkerchief and stuffed them back into the nobleman's mouth. Then the nobleman was escorted out of the hall.
These two guards usually stood there silently and motionless, as if they didn't exist. Who would have thought that they could act so swiftly and ruthlessly, and escorted the burly nobleman away in just three strokes?
Not even a drop of blood fell on the floor of the main hall.
This was the first time for the two missionaries to see this kind of Kung Fu, and they were stunned for a moment. If the other party cast a spell, they would not be surprised by what kind of spell or what kind of power. However, this Kung Fu was something they had never seen before.
It was like a magic trick. Unless they saw it with their own eyes, they really couldn't believe that such powerful martial arts existed in the world.
They came all the way with the Count of Anjou by boat and traveled across the ocean. They were also aware of each other's bravery. In the Habsburg dynasty, in terms of strength alone, the Count of Anjou would definitely be among the top ten.
He has spent his whole life on the battlefield. He is known as a warrior under the sun in the West. He did not expect that in this Eastern world, he would be divided by two by two ordinary guards.
Subdued.
Just before the two of them could recover, the two guards had returned to the main hall, knelt down and reported: "Your Majesty, those people couldn't bear the punishment. They were already dead under three sticks."
Chongzhen tapped the handle of the faucet slightly with his fingers and nodded.
The two guards returned to their original positions and stood still, returning to the state of not making a sound or even a breath, as if nothing had happened, and the Count of Anjou did not leave a single trace.
What do you mean? Beaten to death with three sticks?
The two missionaries looked at each other with shocked expressions on their faces. One of them said respectfully: "Your Majesty, we are under the instruction of Pope Urban VIII and hope to spread the gospel of God in the land of Ming Dynasty."
Chongzhen looked at the two missionaries up and down. He had also seen immortal cultivators, and he had seen quite a lot of them. In his impression, every immortal cultivator was a kind of refined and free-spirited person, with more personality.
There will be an uncontrollable aura flowing, each one is powerful.
But the two priests in front of them did not feel this way. Each of them looked powerless. They did not look like cultivators, but just scholars. Such people could be able to reverse the course of time and end the great crisis in Shaanxi.
Drought? In Chongzhen's eyes, it was simply a joke. Chongzhen was a little disappointed and even more angry. He felt that he was being played!
But there was still no expression on his face, and he asked calmly: "Do you have a way to quell the severe drought in Shaanxi?"
"Dear His Majesty the Emperor, we do not have this power, but the Almighty God does. We are His loyal servants. The Almighty God can do anything. We can communicate with God and ask Him to help His Majesty the Emperor quell the drought in Shaanxi.
.”
When Chongzhen heard this, his eyes lit up slightly. It made sense to say that. The two missionaries in front of him really didn't look like they were well-educated.
"If you can help me quell the severe drought, I will allow you to spread your holy religion in the Ming Dynasty, and I will also build a temple specifically for you."
The two missionaries looked at each other after hearing this. One of them opened his mouth to say something, but the other quickly stopped him with his eyes and said first: "Thank you, Your Majesty the Ming Emperor, please give us some time."
Chongzhen heard this and said: "How long?"
The two missionaries said: "We need to communicate with the Almighty God and ask Him to calm the drought for His Majesty the Emperor. If God agrees, then the drought can be alleviated in one month, and there will be snow within two months. This
It will be God’s gift to the emperor!”
The word "gift" made Chongzhen narrow his eyes slightly, but at this moment, he didn't want to care about this word. He is a super practical person, and everything that has nothing to do with practicality can be temporarily put aside. This is not the nature of Chongzhen, but
It's because nothing is important to him at this time, and the top priority is to make the Ming Dynasty stable and survive for a long time.
"I will give you two months. If heavy snow does not fall in Shaanxi within two months, the more than a thousand of you who came to Ming Dynasty and those who believe in your holy religion will completely disappear from this land.
"Chongzhen said lightly.
The two missionaries felt a slight chill down their backs, but they were quite confident about the snowfall, and they quickly nodded in agreement after hearing this.
After the two missionaries left the palace, Chongzhen sat on the throne but did not move. The cold hall was empty and there was no sound.
Sitting here, it seems that Chongzhen is the only one left in the world. Every emperor has his own experience of loneliness, but for Chongzhen, he didn't experience this loneliness much because he was too busy.
He is so busy that he has no time to experience this loneliness. The occasional experience is just a kind of anger with no one to share his worries. Now this complete loneliness seems to be the first time... It took four days to search for information about Europe.
For an hour, you can only say a few words. In my eyes, European countries are really a mess!
Okay! You won yesterday's question. One of the students guessed it more correctly, but it was a little more flammable than that thing.