Zheng Gongyin and his daughter were so panicked that they handed over a towel to Zhu Yourong to wipe his face. The maid also came up and hurriedly removed the calligraphy on the desk and wiped away the water stains.
Zhu Yourong choked and coughed repeatedly. He took the towel and wiped his face while suppressing laughter. Then he sat back upright and looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang who was about to burst into flames with an indifferent expression. He said casually:
"Mr. Xiang Xiaoqiang, right?"
"Well, it's me."
Zhu Yourong stared at him and smiled slightly:
"Mr. Xiang, I am not Miss Zheng. This is Miss Zheng. I am... uh, her cousin. My surname is Zhu."
Xiang Xiaoqiang said to himself: That's right. She is a clan girl, no wonder she has a higher status than Miss Zheng. She sits while others stand.
Zhu Yourong played with the celadon tea cup lid as thin as a cicada's wings, and said calmly:
"Mr. Xiang, you know, I asked you to go to the meeting in Dongchang tonight."
"oh……"
Xiang Xiaoqiang squinted his eyes and looked at her. After hearing this and seeing the indifferent tone in which she said this, he immediately understood that the girl in front of him was no ordinary clan girl. She seemed to be even more advanced than Mr. Zheng.
Marquis Zheng is the emperor's uncle, and she is Miss Zheng's cousin. She may be a certain princess, or even equivalent to the "Fourteen Princesses" of the Ming Dynasty.
"how do you feel?"
Zhu Yourong asked this casually, thinking that he was going to complain about the Ming Dynasty ministers' all-military style. Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiang in front of him didn't mention those unimportant matters at all, and said directly:
"Miss Zhu, since you specially arranged for me to participate, I will speak out."
"It doesn't matter."
"First of all, I don't know what to call you yet. I don't know whether I should call you Miss Zhu... or... Your Royal Highness?"
The father and daughter of the Zheng family looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. But Zhu Yourong moved twice, hesitated for a moment and said:
"Well...I...well, I'm not a princess."
Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at her closely and said:
"You are not a princess, but you can influence the meetings in the East Factory...right?"
Zhu Yourong smiled slightly:
"yes."
Xiang Xiaoqiang had some confidence in his heart and realized that Miss Zhu was a bigger tree than Mr. Zheng. He continued to bet:
"Miss Zhu, I grew up in the West and I like to speak directly. I hope you don't mind. Can I guess that you are not a princess, but you have considerable influence and can even... influence the... emperor of your country?
"
Zheng Gongyin couldn't stand listening anymore and said:
"Xiaoxiang..."
Zhu Yourong raised his index finger, and Zheng Gongyin immediately swallowed the words.
Zhu Yourong leaned back comfortably in the Huanghuali armchair, picked up the tea cup, and said with a smile:
"You have a good sense. Yes, I can influence the emperor, and my influence is not small. Well, Mr. Xiang, do you have anything to say to the emperor? Haha, I can help you pass it on."
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm. He warned himself not to have too high hopes. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. After all, the rescue involves military and national affairs, and no matter how influential a girl she is...
He stared into Zhu Yourong's eyes and said as calmly as possible:
"My story, I believe Miss Zhu has already heard it told by others."
Zhu Yourong smiled and said:
"Yes, that's why I'm very curious and want to see what such a capable person looks like, so I asked my uncle to bring you to meet him."
If Xiang Xiaoqiang had heard these words when he first came in, he would have turned away and left. But now he has made his own judgment and knows that she only said that on purpose.
"Miss Zhu, you must have heard the poem in Cannonball."
Zhu Yourong was very interested, put down the tea cup and asked:
"What word? Why is it still in the shell?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a little more at ease, knowing that this curious girl had only heard a general introduction and didn't know some details yet.
"Why, Miss Zhu doesn't know?"
Zhu Yourong became interested, sat forward and said:
"What they wrote on paper for me to read is very rough, and the focus is still on what happened this morning. Okay, you can tell me from the beginning. Come on, show Mr. Xiang some tea."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was overjoyed, knowing that the door of opportunity was open to him. He had an intuition and knew that he was also telling a story, and the effect of telling it to Miss Marquis would be absolutely different from telling it to Miss Zhu in front of him.
Zheng Yuqing smiled and said:
"What kind of tea does Mr. Xiang like to drink?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang said hurriedly:
"Don't worry, anything will do."
Zheng Yuqing rang the bell and ordered to go down. Immediately, two servants struggled to carry a small tea table and carefully placed it in front of Xiang Xiaoqiang. He had just wondered why such a small tea table was so heavy, but when he saw the dark color, he immediately understood that it was not the case.
Rosewood is also mahogany.
Xiangfei Bamboo Tea Sea, purple clay teapot, tea washing pot, and scent cup are all included.
I held a small cup of red tea soup in my hand, blew it twice, and drank it in one gulp. The taste was very thick, not like black tea, but more like mung bean soup, with a little sweetness.
Zhu Yourong smiled and said:
"Mr. Xiang, don't mind. This month, there is no fresh green tea. It's good to drink some Pu'er tea to warm your stomach."
Zheng Yucong hurriedly continued:
"It's ten years old."
Xiang Xiaoqiang doesn't know how to taste tea, but after two small cups of hot tea, he felt much warmer all over. It seems that Miss Zhu is not ready to sleep. I really want to hear the detailed version.
Look at Zheng Gongyin again, standing behind Zhu Yourong, with a harmless smile on his face, and a peaceful look, and he can't see why.
Xiang Xiaoqiang organized his thoughts and started to talk. The experience last night was extremely thrilling, and with his appropriate exaggeration, the talk was full of twists and turns. Both girls were fascinated by it. Zhu Yourong was more quiet, and Zheng Yucong was a little more quiet.
She was taking air-conditioning and covering her mouth for a while. Even Zheng Gongyin propped up his ears to capture information that he didn't know.
Finally, when they talked about pulling out the cigarette box from the incoming shells on the plane, the three of them all laughed. Zhu Yourong smiled at Zheng Gongyin and said:
"So the corruption of the Qing Dynasty has penetrated into every corner. The Guangxu Dynasty was quite good, but it was no longer good in the second half of the Xuantong period. Now that Emperor Jiade has been on the throne for two years, it seems that things are still going bad.
Zheng Gongyin also smiled and said:
"Yes, it is said that the quality of their self-produced munitions has always been very poor, and jamming is a common phenomenon. Wasn't that the case in the last Jianghuai War? Thanks to their munitions factory, we lost so many lives. But this time not only
Cinders and cigarette boxes are too humorous."
Xiang Xiaoqiang heard Qiu Qiu say that there were several small-scale tug-of-wars in the three hundred years of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, mainly in the Jianghuai area. The battlefield could not reach the Huaihe River to the north and the Yangtze River to the south. The most recent one was at the beginning of the 20th century.
During the Sino-Japanese Sino-Japanese War, Japan originally wanted to pull the Ming Dynasty to attack the Qing Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty did not agree. Later, probably regretting it, they took advantage of the Qing Dynasty's new defeat to try to regain the Central Plains, but the Ming army's military strength was always inferior to that of the Qing Dynasty.
The army was much smaller, and it was not superior in quality at that time. Secondly, the Western powers did not want to see China become a mess, let alone unify China into a big empire. Thirdly, Japan had just finished the war and its treasury was clean.
The waistband of his trousers was tightened thinner than a wasp, and he was just waiting for the compensation of 200 million taels from the Qing Dynasty. How could he watch the peach being picked by the Ming Dynasty?
The Ming Dynasty fought on its own for a while and occupied a piece of Jianghuai. Western countries joined Japan in diplomatic intervention, and Japan also sent warships to cruise off Zhoushan. At that time, the Ming Dynasty's navy was already not weak, and the Japanese navy had just finished the war.
Fighting may not necessarily lead to defeat. But it is not only Japan that opposes the Ming Dynasty's actions, but also several Western countries that are traditionally friendly to the Ming Dynasty. In addition, the Ming army has been trapped, and there are logistical problems. It cannot advance northward, and there is no
The Yangtze River was so dangerous that Shou couldn't bear it. At that time, there was also opposition from all over the imperial court, so they simply withdrew and left the matter alone.
Later, the Qing Dynasty became stronger due to the Guangxu Restoration. The Ming Dynasty never had a chance, and both sides switched offensive and defensive positions. It was only in the past ten years that the Qing Dynasty showed obvious signs of turning back. The Ming Dynasty's thoughts became alive again.
These were all coming out of Qiu Qiu's small mouth. Xiang Xiaoqiang had already noticed that the girl came from the military academy and was good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, but her knowledge of literature and history was really not that good. When she was talking, she was talking in front and back, and there were many contradictions.
, these are summarized and analyzed by Xiang Xiaoqiang himself and can only be used as a reference.
It seems that the poem on the cigarette box seems to be quite able to impress the people of the Ming Dynasty. When Qiu Qiu read this poem, the twelve girls on the plane almost shed tears. The Miss Zhu in front of her, despite her background and power,
After all, she is a girl. I wonder if this emotional card can start to work?
Xiang Xiaoqiang thought of this and told them about the situation where he found the cigarette box.
"Oh..." Zhu Yourong held his chin in one hand and asked calmly, "How did you write that poem...?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang worked up his emotions for a while and recited aloud:
"You live in the south of the Yangtze River,
I live in the north of the Yangtze River.
I miss you from generation to generation but don’t see you,
Drink water from the Yangtze River together.
When will this water stop?
When has this hatred ended?
I only wish that the king’s heart is as good as the minister’s heart,