"Hahaha." Xie Jin laughed, hiding the disdain in his eyes. The king of Britain who surrendered to Narushi? All the land in Britain combined is not as big as Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Instead of taking refuge in the king of such a small barbarian country, it would be better to find a frontier official to do it yourself!
I have the talent of a prime minister, and I will definitely be a prime minister in the future. I will manage on behalf of the emperor more than a mere area the size of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces. He is also a dignified Chinese person, An Neng can look down on such a barbarian king. King of Britain? Even a eunuch would probably look down upon him!
Philip and the two didn't really recruit Jie Jin, they just said it casually and didn't take it to heart. They naturally didn't notice the disdain and pride in Jie Jin's expression. Perhaps he felt that this idea was too simple, and Philip became a little suspicious: "Dear Jie, can you really deceive the Ming Dynasty's court by creating a fake credential?"
"There are too many wise men among you Han people. I'm worried..."
"Hahahaha, Brother Fei, why are you so worried?" Xie Jin said with a smile. "There is nothing you can do about it now. What's wrong with treating a dead horse like a living horse?"
"I heard that there is no opportunity to take advantage of, so Shangfu Xi Zhengxi sleeps well. Since the opportunity is in front of you, why not give it a try? Besides, the number of tributes accompanying Fengmingzhou must be limited. If you hesitate, others may get there first. What’s up?”
The two red-haired barbarians could not understand the poem Xie Jinyin. They only thought that the sentence was pleasant and profound. It was infinitely better than those bards in the West. They even listened to the persuasion in the second half of the sentence. It makes a little more sense. The two looked at each other and finally nodded: "Okay, let's write a letter of credence first... Dear Xie, if we can get the waterway to Fengmingzhou, you will be our forever friend."
"Hahahaha, Xie also likes two such generous friends!" Xie Jin laughed.
The two immediately gave Xie Jin a lot of money, and issued a document to Xie Jin that once he successfully arrived at Fengmingzhou, he would receive 20% of what he received in Fengmingzhou. Doing this is to fulfill the promise just made to Xie Jin, and secondly, it is also to use money to seal the mouth of this greedy Eastern scholar. After all, forging credentials to deceive the court was a serious crime. The two nobles just wanted to make a fortune in the East, but they didn't want to die in this place without any reason.
The next day they visited Honglu Temple with their forged credentials. At the gate of Honglu Temple, the soldiers guarding the gate saw the two red-haired ghosts in strange clothes and came to pester them again. Their tone was quite unkind: "You two Why is this red-haired ghost here again? Didn't His Highness King Chu already tell you not to come?"
"It's not like the envoys of the state are also coming to our Honglu Temple... Do we really think that our Honglu Temple is a yamen specially designed to help you, a group of foreign barbarians?"
Philip and Felut had already understood Jin's instructions, so they followed Professor Jie Jin's words last night and said in broken Chinese: "Two heroic soldiers, we did not have credentials yesterday, but after returning to our residence yesterday, , happened to meet our envoy who came to Ming Dynasty with his credentials."
"Look, this is it. This is the ambassador of our country..." As he said this, he pulled up an entourage dressed as an envoy who was holding a golden volume in his hands and asked the soldiers to examine him.
The entourage was originally a slave brought by the two noble lords from the west. This time, he pretended to be an envoy. His clothes were acceptable, but he couldn't hide his shivering look. Philip and Felute were extremely worried, fearing that the two soldiers would find out the clues and directly punish them for deceiving the Eastern Emperor.
However, their worries were actually just unfounded worries. Not to mention that in the eyes of these two soldiers, these ugly and scary Western red-haired ghosts were basically ugly, and it was impossible to tell what kind of expressions they had on their faces. Even if they discovered that the "ambassador" was acting unnaturally, they would probably assume that it was because the Western envoy had never seen the world. Originally, in the barbarian land to the west, there was a king in a place as big as the palm of your hand. If you say he is a king, does he have the same vision as a country bumpkin in the village who has never seen the world?
Not to mention an ambassador, even if the prince or even the king of some foreign country comes in person, when they arrive at Yingtian Mansion and see the prosperity of the Han family, they will all be stunned and linger. The two of them have been working at Honglu Temple for many years, and what they have seen the most are foreigners who have never seen the world.
The two soldiers looked at it with arrogant expressions for a long time, and finally pouted: "Go in, since you have the credentials and envoys, go to the front hall and wait."
"After your credentials are verified, someone will naturally take you to the National Congress Hall to wait for the summons."
So Philip and Philut took the "British Envoy" into Honglu Temple, and the certificate of credence was taken by a soldier and forwarded to Honglu Temple. What the two of them didn't know was that the book was originally going to be presented to the minister in charge of related duties. This time, it took many twists and turns and was delivered directly to Zhu Su who was waiting in the inner courtyard.
"Tsk, these Westerners can't even make a fake. They got Britain's credentials. The frame was actually a cover bought by the Hanmo Hall... and this ink mark. Britain is thousands of miles away from my Ming Dynasty. The ink that was sent all the way is not dry yet? You are really stupid." Zhu Zhen looked at the forged letter of credence, his words full of disgust.
"Jinshen, is it possible that those Westerners are testing us?" Zhu Su turned to ask the person accompanying him.
"It's absolutely impossible to go back to Your Highness." The man answered with his hands raised and his expression respectful. He turned out to be Jie Jin who had advised Philip and Feilut yesterday. "These two people are extremely greedy for money and life. Because they are afraid that I, the Ming Dynasty, will punish them, they never dare to deliberately reveal flaws to test our thoughts."
"From the student's point of view, they... are simply poor at making fakes..."
Xie Jin said, with a look of disdain on his face. Having been ordered to get along with these Westerners for a long time, he has gained insight into their barbaric, greedy, selfish and lazy nature. He is obviously a beast, but he likes to look arrogant to show his nobility. It's a pity that he has no etiquette, poetry, and books, and no matter how arrogant he is on the face, it is invisible and soulless, only hypocritical, and there is really no nobility at all.
They are just barbarians. I really don’t know why His Highness the King of Zhou treats these barbarians as if they are enemies and treats them differently.
Zhu Su thought for a while, but finally it became clear: Yes, Europe was far inferior to China in all aspects at this time. It was only after the Renaissance movement began a few years later that the bloody accumulation of capital and the catching up of the commodity economy began. Before that, all their skills and methods were indeed nothing more than jokes worth showing off to China. Even a young man like Zhu Zhen couldn't look down on him.
That’s all, just pretend you don’t see these flaws. Zhu Su laughed at himself and began to read the contents of the national certificate.
(End of chapter)
