Viscount Kuznetsov looked at the oriental man sitting face to face with him behind the table with a complicated expression.
Although this group of Easterners kept saying that they were not Khitans but Han, they made a lot of efforts to correct the way they addressed them, and even starved them a few times, but finally corrected most of them.
Old Anatole is somewhere between corrected and uncorrected, but it doesn't matter, as long as he can correct himself in public.
Although he had known that his baby daughter had entered this man's house a few days ago, Anatole only saw him for the first time yesterday afternoon.
Not as a wife but as a concubine!
Anatoly knew the difference between a wife and a concubine. The pagan Turks had this custom. They were well-informed along the way and had long been accustomed to strange things.
Even Viscount Kuznetsov sent his handsome third son to secretly hook up with the concubine of the Khan of a large Turkic tribe to obtain supplies.
But it was precisely because of his understanding that Anatole couldn't accept it!
Oh my God, it’s okay to marry a pagan, but why do you become a concubine? It's okay to just be a lover, that way you can still have the opportunity to marry a resentful wife as a wife, but Yelena has become a concubine, a concubine whose life and death are controlled by her wife!
So when he met Jia Hui, after hearing his name, Anatole broke away from the two knights in armor who restrained him, yelled and turned towards Jia Hui who looked confused. Rushed over.
An old Hu man with a scarred face and long white hair rushed towards him with an angry face. Jia Hui was frightened by him. He raised his leg and kicked the old Hu man to the ground. The floor slipped a little more than a foot, but the old Hu man got up from the floor as if nothing was wrong, patted the footprints on his stomach, yelled, and started fighting with Jia Hui again.
The moment the old Hu man got up, Jia Hui seemed to catch a glimpse of the Emperor's eyes lighting up from the corner of his eye, and the way he looked at the old Hu man changed.
After more than 80 rounds of fighting, although Lao Hu was always suppressed by Jia Hui and was at a disadvantage, Jia Hui did not find a chance to defeat the enemy with one blow.
It wasn't until Jia Hui took off the long robe that was in the way to increase his attack speed. It took more than thirty rounds before Jia Hui seized the old Hu man's flaw and beat him to the ground.
Only then did Jia Hui know that the old Hu man who was beaten to the ground and gasping for breath was the biological father of his Rakshasa aunt Yelena.
Viscount Anatoly Petrovich Kuznetsov.
Embarrassed, I thought this was a relative of Yelena's cousin or uncle.
The emperor graciously forgave the crime of having a fight in front of the two saints, and for the first time, he called the old Hu man "Viscount Ku". The old Hu man immediately felt no pain in his waist, no tightness in his chest, and put his hands on the ground. He climbed up happily.
Jia Hui felt that the emperor could generously forgive this old Hu man, probably because he liked the strength of this man who could fight with him for more than a hundred rounds.
Coupled with his ruthless behavior of leading his tribe to migrate more than 10,000 miles, the emperor, who was born with a love for collecting powerful generals, started to recruit them.
Being familiar with the west is one thing.
Being able to find and kill Grand Duke Lao Shizi's favored minister among the thousands of troops, this Viscount Ku must be good at charging into battle.
When he first arrived, his interpersonal relationships were as simple as a blank sheet of paper. The only relationship was that his eldest daughter became the emperor's seventh-grade beauty, and his youngest daughter became Jia Hui's concubine.
Tsk, this old Hu man is ugly himself, but he didn’t expect to give birth to two daughters who made both the emperor and the prince fall in love.
And even if his political level is low, what are these two short and powerful connections used for?
Taken together, as long as you recognize the title of a viscount and then generously forgive them for their misconduct in front of the palace, you can gain a strong general who is slightly inferior to Jia Hui in charging. Isn't it a huge profit?
As a result, Anatole, the newly baked son of Suzhou in Da Qi, was taken home by his son-in-law, the Duke of Dunhuang.
After the drama of father and daughter meeting, old Anatole, who had been thinking seriously all night, finally accepted the matter.
Especially after Yelena carefully sorted out for him what kind of person Jia Hui was in Daqi, old Anatole accepted his fate.
He is the nominal highest military officer of the empire called Daqi, Taiwei.
He is one of the most powerful military attachés in the empire and the Commander-in-Chief of the Left Army.
He is the most powerful and brave general in this empire, General Sima.
He is still a noble Duke who rules a place called Dunhuang, and his fiefdom seems to be on his territory. In other words, he is Jia Hui's vassal!
He was even regarded as a favorite by the emperor as his nephew.
The most terrible thing is that Jia Hui was also the God of War who destroyed the three countries established by the terrifying Mongol people.
That's all, it doesn't matter whether she is a wife or a concubine, as long as the daughter likes it, the daughter's happiness is the most important!
From then on, Anatole never discussed these issues again and regained his composure.
"Alas, this is no longer Eastern Europe but Daqi. Some of the rules are different. It still takes time to get used to them. You must control your temper in the future."
Jia Hui rubbed his temples with a folding fan, feeling a little troubled. Jia Hui really didn't know what to call him. From beginning to end, his father-in-law was only Li Shouzhong, and he didn't recognize the rest.
Anatoly's Chinese is still not very good, so the two can only communicate in Mongolian, which they both know.
What's even more terrible is that Anatoly learned the rural accent of the Mobei Mongol people, while Jia Hui spoke the Chahar pronunciation. The accent, word meaning and even grammar are completely different. You have to think about your reaction for a while before saying a word.
"Okay." Anatoly nodded solemnly.
He didn't care at all that Jia Hui didn't use a word of honor to him, although he didn't dare to let the Duke use it.
And he really should change his bad temper.
He was furious at the mockery of the Moscow Grand Duke's jester, so he led his knights into the enemy camp to kill him.
Although he was hailed as a hero, god of war, etc. at the time, the result was that he could only tuck his tail between his legs like a drowned dog and lead his tribe to leave his hometown in despair.
And what happened yesterday was too exciting, even more exciting than when I learned that the Grand Duke of Moscow was going to mess with me.
After all, the Grand Duke of Moscow was not in front of him, but the two emperors of Daqi were sitting not far from him!
At that time, I didn't think it was anything when I was angry and ready to fight, but when I calmed down and thought about it carefully, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
His old lord, Grand Duke Ryazan, was guarded by many knights. But at that time, the person in front of him was the emperor, or even two. How could there be less guards around him?
"Well, you're not young anymore. I think you're sixty years old, right? Wouldn't it be better to go fishing, play chess, and walk the birds?"
"Okay. Wait!" Anatoly nodded in agreement, but suddenly raised his head with wide eyes.
"Your Excellency, old Anatole just celebrated his thirty-seventh birthday five months ago!"
".Huh?" Jia Hui frowned, full of doubts.
This image with white beard and hair, this rough and ravaged face, no matter how you look at it, is more than thirty-seven!
"What I said is true! Sir, I remember very clearly that when Yelena was born, I was just twenty-one years old. Yelena also celebrated her sixteenth birthday last month, so I will be thirty-seven this year. Well?" Anatole tried his best to defend himself.
"Okay." Looking at Anatole's old face, Jia Hui didn't know what to say.
Although I know that Europeans age quickly, this
Jia Hui shook his head. Since he couldn't understand it, he didn't want to think about it.
"Okay, thirty-seven, just thirty-seven."
"It was originally thirty-seven." Anatole lowered his head and muttered.
"Ah, what did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing." Anatole looked around nervously.
"Tsk" Jia Hui glanced at Anatole speechlessly, and decided to finish what he needed to say immediately, and then drive the old Hu man out!
"What are your plans for the future?"
"Plan? Of course, let my people go to my fiefdom. We have been going for eight full years. It's time to do well."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. A fief? When did you get the fief? Why didn't I know about it?" Jia Hui looked at Anatole with confusion on his face.
"Of course it's the place called Suzhou, sir.
I heard a eunuch say that my fiefdom of Suzhou is within your fiefdom of Dunhuang! "Speaking of his fiefdom, old Anatole immediately became excited.
"Yes, Suzhou is in Dunhuang, but Daqi has no actual fiefdom."
"Yes, yes, isn't it just a real fiefdom?" Anatole, who looked excited, suddenly froze in place.
"S-Sir, what do you mean? I don't quite understand. Didn't His Majesty the Emperor say, give me a fief of three hundred households?" Anatoly looked at Jia Hui expectantly, hoping that he would Can tell you the answer you want most.
"The three hundred households in the city mean that, except for their taxes, which are paid to you, you cannot interfere with the specific taxes collected, the number of corvees, and the daily management. There is no real fiefdom in Daqi, and even the prince nor!"
".Well."
Hearing such bad news, Anatole looked at Jia Hui blankly, opened and closed his mouth unconsciously and said "Abba, Abba" several times, rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Sigh." Jia Hui sighed, stood up and opened the study door.
"Aunt Ye, I've fainted again. Go and call the doctor!"
. . . . . .
There was a flurry of excitement in the Duke's Mansion. Yelena, who lived in the backyard, heard the news from the maid that her old father had fainted in the master's study. She was so anxious that she no longer cared about the etiquette and cultivation of the nobles, and took a long step forward. His legs rushed towards the study.
As soon as she entered the door, she hugged her old father who was lying weakly on the recliner and began to cry bitterly. It was not until the doctor arrived and revived old Anatole with a few injections that Yelena stopped crying and looked at him with hazy eyes. The old father with dull eyes.
The ups and downs came too suddenly.
Having regained his title and fief, he was about to happily let his family build the fief, but Jia Hui suddenly told himself that the fief did not exist at all!
Just give money!
The huge gap made Anatoly, who usually calls himself a tough guy, shed tears of sadness.
Jia Hui really couldn't stand the father and daughter who were holding each other's arms and crying. He rolled his eyes and told Yelena to just take care of his father. He didn't care whether she heard it or not, turned around and walked out of the study.
It is not so much a study room, but in fact, the antique calligraphy and paintings collected by Jia Hui are hidden here. The real secret study room is not here. Let the father and daughter cry. After crying, they can just change to the guest room.
. . .
Maybe it rained just last night, and the weather was actually much cooler than usual.
Jia Hui was only wearing a gauze gown and holding a folding fan, walking aimlessly on the corridor in the backyard.
Nothing major happened recently. The biggest thing was the discovery of a group of strange-looking barbarians dressed in Persians in Lanzhou City.
After identification by the Persian merchants and their self-certification, the local embroidered clothes in Wuwei also confirmed their identities, and immediately packed the group and sent them to Chang'an without stopping.
It was confirmed that they were the envoys of Safavid Persia.
It seems that Daqi has become an important force that can influence the situation in Central Asia.
By the way, news also came that the Ottoman mission had entered Yumen Pass.
Oh, I really wonder what the scene was like when the two groups met in Daqi.
It has been decided that when they all arrive in Chang'an, we will immediately arrange a meeting with them!
I want to see rivers of blood!
Hey hey hey.
Um?
The two short figures that appeared in front of him interrupted Jia Hui's fantasy and made him stop.
"Big brother/brother-in-law"
Jia Cong and Li Shao politely bowed to Jia Hui and said hello.
"Ha, no courtesy, why, it's just after school!" Jia Hui became interested when seeing the two of them.
Originally, there was no elementary school class in the Chang'an Imperial College, but since the Taiwei made this announcement, there were quite a few kids who followed him to Chang'an. They were idle anyway, so Chang'an Imperial College made an exception and opened an elementary school class. It started on the first day of July and lasted until seven days before the Second Saint decided to return to Luoyang.
So these naughty children from Zixungui's family were happily thrown into this elementary school by their mother-in-law.
Oh my god, the annoying little kid finally went to school, and the couple finally got to go out and play!
Since the elementary school class at Chang'an Imperial College started at the beginning of the month, these two boys have not appeared in front of him for nearly half a month.
"Hey, it's you two. Hey, Brother Cong, why are you hiding your hands behind your back? Stretch them out, let me see."
After saying that, Jia Hui leaned forward and grabbed Jia Cong, who was about to turn around and run away.
How can Jia Cong, who is less than ten years old, be Jia Hui's opponent? Under Jia Hui's lewd force, with a look of grievance and a bit of despair, he stretched out his little hand that was about to become a pig's trotter.
"Hahaha, cough, cough, cough. Oops, brother Cong was slapped on the palm by Mr.? Can you tell me why you were punished?" Jia Hui smiled and put his thick arm on Jia Cong's thin shoulders. , the pressure caused Jia Cong to sway and almost fall down, but he did not dare to push this arm away, so he could only pouted and said nothing. He dared not speak out in anger.
Thanks to Wukesong Center for the tip!
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