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"Fart, the old man is in Hangzhou. I haven't seen any scenes. Back then, the old man worked with the King of Wu. What do you know?"

"Father, I'm not talking about you, the small place in Hangzhou is really inferior to the capital, don't be stubborn!"

"Nonsense, old man..."

Watching the pair of father and son about to shoot the map cannon again for a long time, the sound of creaking and creaking suddenly sounded beside him. It was half a circle smaller than the four-wheeled carriage with six or seven meters of horses. The paint was not drawn by horses, and the small car that was spraying black smoke while walking leisurely passed by Xu Liangui's carriage, and the foreigner sitting in it waved his hat at them, and then Without hesitation at the red light, he ran straight to the opposite side of the main road.

The two eyeballs were wide open, and Xu Liangui shouted in surprise: "What the hell is this? Why the hell doesn't he obey the traffic rules?"

It can be regarded as something that his father doesn't understand, his eldest son Xu Sheng poked his head out very proudly.

"This thing is called a car. I heard that it seems to be developed by a couple from Huguang. In memory of the track accident they knew, their brand name is Masaladi. However, the Ministry of Transport of the Empire has not yet included the car. Traffic control, so the traffic police generally don’t care about it, and most of them are regarded as scooter for old people who can’t get a horse-drawn driver’s license!”

"but...."

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Xu Sheng gloated and shook his head: "This foreigner is going to be in trouble!"

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, the green lanterns on the complicated West Fork Road were hung up, and the anxious old drivers who had been waiting earlier suddenly raised their whips like horse racing, and the foreigners who were still screaming and running the red light led him The horse's horse was pulled aside by the tall horse in an instant.

When Xu Liangui's carriage started to move, seeing the foreigner sitting in mourning with the front and rear fenders knocked off the inside of the car, the two traffic policemen jumped up and down and yelled furiously, Xu Liangui couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

No matter when, even the elderly scooter must obey the traffic rules!

After passing through this huge traffic jam, Xu Liangui's family arrived in time at the destination of the trip, the Imperial Palace of Nations, at [-]:[-] am.

This is a huge museum donated by Mao Jue 20 years ago. It covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, and some of it is even built underground. Bronze ware also has historical relics and living objects brought back from the North American continent.

Every Sunday is an open day for the public, and this one also caught up with a special exhibition. Looking at the excitement, the three grandsons of the Xu family were excitedly digging in, and anxiously followed behind. While running, Xu Liangui was still nagging helplessly.

"Really, what's so good about a skull, young people nowadays!!!"

While the Xu family was chattering, they lined up to enter the ticket window. Just above the window, thirteen Mayan crystal skulls were shiningly printed on the exhibition board in the already lifelike printing technology. The expedition suit has matured a lot. Mao Yu'er, whose small face is as tanned as tan, and Song Yongzhong's Li Hui are standing on the side of the crystal skull spiritedly.

A long line of introduction is written below, the famous explorer, the imperial princess Yuer and his wife, a gift for the citizens of the empire!

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Ordinary citizens can enjoy big Sundays. If there are unscrupulous companies that don't have a holiday, there are trade unions who will make trouble for them, but the dignified emperor does not have this blessing. On Tangtang weekends, Mao Jue actually has to work overtime.

It is said that he was young and frivolous, but in the end he lived the way he hated the most. Mao Jue is like this now. From the handsome young man back then, the heroic and strong Liaodong general master, to now he has also become a stubborn grizzled man with gray hair and beard. old man.

"Your Majesty, the Indian tribes in Hewlett County, Arizona once again clashed with the empire's settlements. A total of sixteen immigrants were killed. This is the third attack in a month. The local governor's office suspects that they are still in conflict with Fox, who has been rebelling against the empire. The rebels colluded and asked the Ministry of War to use thunderous means to wipe out the indigenous tribes along the Arizona River."

Five years ago, Fang Yizhi caused Mao Jue a lot of trouble. Based on the principle of being fat and thin, he actually developed the telegraph across the ages. In an instant, he overturned the communication habits of thousands of years. It only takes half a day for the Manila colony to send the news back to the capital.

The convenience of communication made business flourish, and then Mao Jue's plan to go to Hangzhou for vacation was wiped out as an excuse to deal with the affairs of the southern province. He has been in the capital for three years!

Listening to the fourth Xin Dalu cabinet minister chanting sutras and reporting things, with his eyes still on the picture album in his hand, Mao Jue hummed absently: "Isn't the New Dalu Fourth Cavalry Regiment nearby? As Governor Ma said Please, wipe out the Indian tribes around here!"

"I object to this!"

Sure enough, something that made Mao Jue even more troublesome happened. The prince Mao Xingjian, who was well-dressed and stood up in the position of the first assistant university scholar, and who was also Mao Jue's age, protested vigorously.

"The Arizona River generation has just started the development plan, and there is a serious shortage of local labor force. If the natives of this generation are forcibly exterminated, it will only make other natives flee in fear, which will damage the interests of local investors. Without manpower development, the local excellent Mines can only be buried in the ground like scrap iron.”

"In addition, Your Majesty, the sacred cabinet meeting of the empire, please don't be distracted!"

The prince has really grown up these years, and now he has even been elected as a senior scholar of the first auxiliary university, and he is responsible for more than half of the political affairs of the empire. He even dared to control his father. Mao Jue had no choice but to put away the beach bikini album that Chiyoji sent him.

But with this excuse, he brought up the topic again.

"I've been feeling old lately, and I can't bear the many things in the empire. The crown prince is in his prime, and I think it's time to pass on the throne..."

"Your Majesty walks like a dragon and a tiger. Why do you say that in the age of the sky? My son is stupid. Please put the empire first!"

Good guy, before I finish talking, the prince has stood up with his fists in his hands and bowed heavily. Although Mao Jue has handed over a lot of power to the cabinet over the years, he is the emperor after all. Follow the prince, a large group of cabinet ministers He also stood up and bowed all of a sudden, forcing Mao Jue to wave his hand resentfully.

"Continue, continue the discussion!"

Chapter 913. The prince forced the palace

The day's cabinet meeting is over, and it's almost dark for the big week. Good guy, the women in the family have all gone out for vacation, and the only one who is still fighting on the front line, the director of the General Information Administration, Zhu Yuhui, is on a business trip to Liaodong to report In the case of more than [-] Cossack barbarians killed by the Imperial Border Guards, even his old secretary Selita took leave last week to take a cruise ship to visit relatives in Spain. In the huge White House, there are only a group of dead faces left besides him. servant guards.

Being an emperor is still a bit of an advantage. Electricity is given priority to the palace. Mingliang's light bulb illuminates the desk with a lot of official documents, but Mao Jue didn't go to review it immediately. Instead, he dug out the picture album hidden in the desk. .

Cameras have just been included in the plans of the Imperial Academy of Sciences these days, and the most recorded images are still sketch paintings. Among a large number of paintings, there are sketches of the South American adventures sent to him by Yuer, and Adelena sent him Paintings sent over from the German countryside, as well as Chiyo Hime, a beauty blogger, sent over to eat lobster in Australia, drink Ceylon black tea in India, sunbathe in Hawaii, and see a lot of picture albums in Rome.

Of course, it’s not entirely happy. There are several black-and-white books among the color albums. Three years ago, when his uncle Wenmeng was in command of the Battle of Cross-Russia, he was unfortunately ill. It’s like a picture album when a real man wrapped his body in horse leather. Hong Chengchou Retired and returned to his hometown, after he died of illness last year, the atlas was presented by Sun Hongyong, as well as the collective paintings of the old cabinet of his generation.

Flipping through the picture album page by page, as if history was floating in his fingers, after reading for a long time, Mao Jue suddenly slammed his fist on the table in annoyance, and roared angrily: "Why are you old guys? I can retire, I can't!"

Not to mention, there is an old guy who insists on the front line like him, and the door of the Kung Fu study room is suddenly pushed open with a creak, holding a cup of black tea, the chief guard has also become an old scumbag Holding a teacup, Leng walked in slowly.

"Your Majesty, coffee!"

"I don't want coffee, I want to retire!"

With a click, the child lay down on the table like that, but immediately, a ruthless look suddenly appeared on Mao Jue's face, just like an absolute villain, he laughed secretly a few times, as evil as an owl laughed.

"Boy, don't blame me for being unrighteous if you are unkind!"

His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have regained the high spirits of the past, as if he had scolded Fang Qiu, and put his arms around Mao Li's neck, but what he said made the loyal chief guard speechless.

"Old man, I will take you to Hawaii to watch the hula dance and eat seafood? As long as you are willing to do so!"

Mao Qian: "..."

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A political conspiracy began to pervade the sky above the capital, but the protagonist still didn't know it.

Now that Mao Xingjian is much more tired than Mao Jue, Mao Jue can go back to the White House to rest and leave the cabinet, but he has attended three inspections and five tailorings successively, until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, dragging his tired body, sitting The four-wheeled carriage returned to the East Palace.

But what makes his heart warm is that a bowl of hot chicken cakes always appears on the table as promised. The unforgettable escape in the severe winter of the New World in the early years hurt his stomach, and he always needed something to fill his stomach.

And she always remembers!

At this time, Han Xiaomo, who was married as the princess, has also changed from a grassland girl who escaped the spirit of ghosts back then to a half-dignified and virtuous mother in the world. Although she is blind, she still wakes up accurately and smiles at Mao Xingjian The direction of the back stood up.

"I'm home!"

"I said, don't wait for me, you go to bed first, why do you..."

Touched and helpless, he hurried to her side, Mao Xingjian was helplessly nagging again, but Han Xiaomo shook his head with a smile: "I'm stupid, I can't help you share the burden like Your Majesty the Empress and Concubine Ming." Things can only be done in this way, be hungry, eat quickly, this is my new taste!"

"Don't be stupid, you are much better than my father's aunts!"

Smelling the delicious smell of beef soup in the chicken cake, Mao Xingjian picked up the spoon and joked: "Last week, Aunt Le'er and Aunt Qiandai sent back a conch the size of a water tank to the emperor, and sent them The lobster feast was drawn, and the envious father hasn't eaten for a long time!"