"The smell of alcohol penetrates the intestines and poison, and the color is like a bone scraper! Isn't it just me who said this? Didn't the masters in the Forbidden City teach you? Look at how you looked just now, you were as excited as a little rooster, and Not a bit regal?"
After Ikram left, Xiao Letian blasted away everyone in the room, leaving only Zai Chun. Then he went up and cursed loudly. Zai Chun drooped his head and did not dare to speak, so he could only let his master scold him.
The Qing Dynasty may have all kinds of bad things, but there is one thing that is indeed worthy of praise by future generations, and that is respecting teachers and teaching. Even the emperor would not dare to disobey the teacher in the slightest, let alone behave like an emperor or a prince.
This is the ancestral family law, a royal rule developed from the Shunzhi period to the Kangxi, Yongzong and Qianlong dynasties.
Not to mention Xiao Letian scolding Zai Chun, even if Weng Tonghe scolded Zai Chun, the little emperor did not dare to refute at all. This is the rule left by the Manchu ancestors. Anyone who violates it will naturally be unfilial, and it will even affect him the basis of governance.
From this point, we can realize that the Manchus also put in a lot of effort to form an alliance with the Han Confucian scholars.
When Xiao Letian's anger gradually subsided, Zai Chun dared to lick his face and say with a smile, "Master wrongly blamed me. I don't covet Ikram. I'm not thinking about master..."
"Ouch? It's for me. Tell me how you can do it for me..." Xiao Letian almost stopped being angry.
Zai Chun took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured the master a glass. "Master, don't be angry. Doesn't the apprentice still know the master's difficulties? The two masters and their wives have a deep love for each other, and they also take care of them meticulously in life. To say that Master, if you take another room, I guess you won’t be able to speak, and you will definitely feel embarrassed..."
"The apprentice will handle this matter for you. When I return to the capital, I will find a beautiful garden for Ikram. The apprentice will help the master to raise it. It will be the master's outhouse... The master can also go and relax in his free time. There will be more in the future. The opportunity arises. After I take charge of the government, as an emperor, I will give the master an imperial edict..."
"I will be the bad guy. Let the two masters and wives scold me. I will bear this shit and say that I am a bastard and insist on granting marriage to the master. Then you will have no pressure..."
"I'll go! You kid is looking for a fight..." Xiao Le jumped up and slapped Zai Chun on the back of the head. "How can I not know what you are thinking in your stinky boy's heart? You just see that I won't agree to your attempt, Now he’s changing the subject again!”
"You're still talking about carrying a bucket of shit for me. You just discovered your dirty thoughts and turned around to put the bucket of shit on my head... I, I, I, I'll beat you to death!"
"Oh, master, please take stock...I was wrong, I don't dare to say nonsense anymore!"
No one knows how many slaps Zai Chun received that night, but the gag order issued by the CIA is real. The historical record of the master beating the land has been completely obliterated in the long river of history. No one knows.
When Zai Chun covered his head and returned to the cabin to sleep, the pocket watch pointer was already pointing to one-thirty in the morning. According to the current speed, around seven-thirty tomorrow morning, the combined fleet will be able to see the water of Port Said.
Zai Chun had to rest. At the age of thirteen, he was at the age when he needed more sleep. He had just been taught a lesson by his master. He was not angry at all but rather relaxed because he knew that the more he fought like this, the more he would prove to his master. I have deep feelings for him.
If they treat each other as guests, this will make people worry, because it will prove that there is a gap between the master and him.
As soon as he stepped onto the deck, Zai Chun saw Xiang Ying, the captain of the Zhiyuan not far away, looking at the desert. He was staring at the desert in the dark night without saying a word like a statue.
"Hmm...what are you looking at? What's in the desert..." Zai Chun leaned over and began to look at the darkness outside.
Xiang Ying did not turn around and just whispered, "Of course there are things in the desert. Although I can't see it, I can see some firelight... The small dense light over there should be a village in the desert..."
"With the night wind and the light of torches in the distance, I guess it is either the French army or the bandits in the desert, who have accepted the employment of the French..."
Zai Chun looked at it for a long time and did find some light in the depths of the desert, but he was not sure what it was. When he pulled his eyes back and saw both sides of the canal, he realized that the Chinese Marines had already landed ashore at some unknown time. , accompanying the Zhiyuan along the entire journey.
At this moment, the speed of the Zhiyuan is very slow. Due to the terrain of the river, the speed at this moment is only about four or five knots, which is equivalent to a speed of seven or eight kilometers per hour.
It only takes seven or eight kilometers in an hour. This speed is indeed slow enough. The Marines can catch up with the speed of the battleship with their feet, so the soldiers on both sides of the river embankment move very easily.
But Zai Chun clearly saw that these soldiers were searching for something from time to time, and they were still busy. Full of doubts, he asked, "What are they doing? Why don't they get on the boat?"
Only then did Xiang Ying turn to look at Zai Chun, "Haha... My Majesty, what can you do? Of course it is to protect your safety! This is not a kind place, this is a war zone! Don't destroy the telegraph lines along the way. , Port Said would have known about the conflict just now..."
"In war, military intelligence is the top priority. Try to let your own side know more and let the enemy know less. This is a required course for military generals!"
"If my guess is correct, the French already know that their telegraph lines have been destroyed..."
What Xiang Ying said was absolutely correct. Half an hour ago, the French consul, who had suffered from vomiting and diarrhea until he fainted, finally woke up under the rescue of French doctors.
"The situation...how is the situation?"
"No, the situation is very troublesome. The Chinese have no intention of stopping at all. They simply ignored our obstruction and the warship sailed away..."
"Damn it, why didn't you stop them..." Ferdinand stood up painfully and leaned on the head of the bed.
"There's no way, we don't have heavy artillery, so we can't stop them with infantry! But don't worry, consul, I have ordered the telegraph room to send a telegram to Port Said immediately. We must stop these Chinese no matter what!"
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside, "Oh no, there is a serious malfunction in the telegraph room. There is no signal feedback at all. Our telegraph line is out of order..."
"Report... Our telegraph line was damaged in the desert... It's so unethical. It was sabotaged non-stop along the way. It was cut short every half a kilometer... We can't repair it at all!"
"Oh God! How could this happen... Send your war horses to run wild all night long, and you must dare to deliver the order to Port Said before the Chinese! The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking in the channel! Block Xiao Letian..."
Ferdinand yelled out the order with all his strength, and then there was a feeling of worry in his chest, and then he vomited out a puddle of bitter bile with a sound.
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