I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

He shook his head and left.

Of course Mao Lilan knew why the grand duke who overshadowed the sky in the palace was worried.

But she is just a newcomer here, and she is not qualified to say anything more.

I can only pour my worries about the emperor into the processing of food.

When Mao Lilan decorated five or six carefully crafted handmade sushi on a plate, Concubine Yin, who was always in military uniform and ran towards the school field, appeared in the imperial dining room with a hesitant expression.

This made Mao Lilan a little embarrassed.

Everyone knows that today's son is a nostalgic person.

Among the [-] foxes in the palace, none of them had ever thought of competing for favor.

Because Concubine Yin is to Long Live, just like Empress Ma is to Grandpa Taizu, it is a feeling that has been fought together from the chaff and the sea of ​​bitterness.

Her status is as solid as gold.

"Sister Lan, is this Fusang's delicacy?"

While thinking wildly, Concubine Yin had already walked in front, holding up the plate and looking at the exquisite food on it.

"Back to your mother, this is a little snack I learned from my mother..." Mao Lilan said softly.

"It's great, you can embroider, sew, and cook, and what I learned from my mother is hunting and slaughtering prey..." Yin Susu put the dinner plate back on the table, and said with disinterest.

"Your Majesty, what I have only learned is the useless song of a caged bird. You are the eagle soaring in the sky, and you can help Long Live..." Mao Lilan said hastily.

"Hehe, I used to think so too..."

Yin Susu shook her head, "It's a pity, Your Majesty is determined not to allow me to go to the bandit's lair. I have learned so many fighting skills, what's the use if I can't protect my own man!"

"Your Majesty, Long Live, I'm worried about you!"

Mao Lilan persuaded, "The more he cares about you, the less he will put you in danger."

"But doesn't he know we're all worried about him?"

Yin Susu's beautiful eyes turned red, "Sister, do you know? In the face of the bandits' artillery fire, we Yin people had already lost all hope. It was His Majesty who led us into Ming Dynasty and drove away the bloodthirsty bandits.

And now, he wants to go to such a dangerous place for my people, and give his life to the robber who hanged my father...

How could he be so stupid, really..."

Mao Lilan panicked, she was held in Yin Susu's arms.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

As a traditional Japanese woman who always smiles kindly when chatting with people and bows several times, she was frightened by Concubine Yin's willful behavior.

"Sister Xiaolan, don't call me Niangniang from now on, call me sister!"

Yin Susu suddenly stopped crying, grabbed Xiaolan's slender hand, and said with burning eyes, "Why don't you persuade His Majesty together, maybe...he will not go to the gangster's lair if he slanders you..."

……

Zhu Fugui had no idea that his first wife was helping him manage the harem.

In fact, he's been living quite comfortably these days.

In addition to further paying attention to the intelligence from Montreal, the daily flying eagle lackeys have a very happy life.

what?

Are you nervous about going to Washington?

joke!

These days, the whole of Washington is a large septic tank, and the sewage from the military barracks upstream is directly discharged into the river as a direct water source for the White House.

Although the whole city may be a little bit better than London and Paris because of its population.

But the coming and going of livestock and the lack of and unscientific sewer system all filled the city with an indescribable smell.

Let's put it this way, if Zhu Fugui did not travel from New China, but from India, a world power in the 21st century, then when he arrived in Washington, he would feel like he was at home.

Taking a sip of the tap water from the White House is like drinking the holy water from the Ganges River. The aftertaste is endless, and the taste of hometown lingers on the tongue.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui suspected that even if he hadn't been plotted by Lincoln, he might have died after drinking a glass of water in the White House.

In such a dangerous place, whoever goes is the grandson!

Therefore, in Zhu Fugui's plan, there was never the option of putting himself in danger, a gentleman standing under a dangerous wall.

The reason why he announced that he will leave for Washington at the end of March is completely deceptive.

The real reason was intelligence from Montreal, where Confederate intelligence officers had a meeting with a professional actor named John Wex Booth.

Cities across Canada, including Montreal, are home to southern government officials.

Dozens of pieces of information like this are born every day.

In Yin Were's view, this is just an inconspicuous item in the lengthy collection of information.

But Zhu Fugui, who had been staring at the calendar for a long time, immediately grasped the key words of the information.

Montreal, John Wex Booth!

These two words herald a major event in history.

Although it was originally going to take place on the fifth day after the surrender of the South.

But a well-planned operation is absolutely impossible to be completed within five days, and it is likely to be planned for a long time.

Zhu Fugui's bet is that history has inertia.

When the butterfly flaps its wings, it does not mean that all established trajectories will be changed.

And that thing that is enough to be recorded in history will happen as scheduled at 4:14 pm on April 10th.

Of course, it's okay if it doesn't happen.

At that time, just find some excuses such as "the federal government is not sincere enough", "the federal government has set up obstacles for the meeting between the two heads of state", "the responsibility is entirely on the federal government's side" and other excuses can be fooled.

However, judging from the information Zhu Fugui currently has, there is a high probability that it will be possible.

Therefore, these days, Zhu Fugui should eat and drink without any psychological burden.

Chapter 265 The Brave and Fearless Majesty is Pursuing Peace

boom!

With a gunshot, the wild ducks in the distance didn't lose their feathers, and flew into the sky with flapping wings.

Not only was Wangcai, the hound at Zhu Fugui's feet, not disappointed, but he even took it for granted.

boom!

Another shot, before the smoke cleared, the wild duck in mid-air fell straight down.

At this time, Wangcai sprinted out like a conditioned reflex, wading into the water to pick up the shot duck.

"Itachi, the cooperation between our ruler and ministers is getting more and more proficient. I'm in charge of the hardest part - to scare the snake, and then you will complete the next one-hit kill. It's really a seamless connection!"

Zhu Fugui took the wild duck from Wangcai's mouth, handed it to the guards around him, and smiled and patted Yin Weasel who shot.

But Yin Were is a boring gourd.

If Zhao Aqian or Yang Liu were here, they would definitely agree loudly.

But Yin Were just nodded his head, still with that unsmiling look.

There's no way, the Commander of Jin Yiwei's personality must be so ruthless.

Daming already had a [-]-pound Dongchang Changgong, so he couldn't be matched with a smiling Jinyiwei Commander.

But having said that, although Lao Li has become more and more harmless to humans and animals because of his weight.

In fact, of course, it is almost harmless to humans and animals.

But in the hearts of all officials, he is still a figure like Liu Jin and Wei Zhongxian.

The last eunuch of Ming Dynasty!

Hearing this name, one is quite afraid!

At least half of the performance of Jinyiwei's internal support department was attributed to Lao Li.

It’s really a fat house made at home, and the KPI comes from heaven.

After rubbing Wangcai's dog's head, Zhu Fugui was about to go home.

This Akita dog was one of the tributes from the Changzhou Domain, and it urinated all over the floor as soon as it was received in the Fugui Palace.

There was no way, Yin Susu was playing with Messi in front of the palace gate with a cat teaser.

Bloodline suppression is not that easy to overcome.

Fortunately, Zhu Fugui did not dislike it.

See a cougar pissing his crotch...

Not shabby!

in those days……

Cough cough, in short, Zhu Fugui didn't care about taboos, and gave this Akita dog an auspicious name that resembled his uncle...

At this time, Yin Weasel, who accompanied the driver every day, finally couldn't help but asked: "Your Majesty, there are still five days until the last day of March, you...do you want to postpone your departure for a few days, and wait for Master Yang to come back first? "

The Master Yang that Yin Were was referring to was Yang Liu, the commander of the Royal Special Operations Brigade.

He is currently on a mission in the Far East and will return to Xinjin within two weeks if there is no accident.

Although he didn't want to admit it, in Yin Wei's heart, Yang Liu was Daming's strongest individual combat power.

Even Yin Were himself, Concubine Yin, or Mo Bai, the upstart in the army who is called the god of death by foreigners, are no match for Yang Liu in terms of marksmanship, fighting and other special operations.

Yin Were thinks that if it is necessary to go deep into the tiger's den, it is safest to let Yang Liu be the guard.

But Zhu Fugui didn't plan to go to Washington at all, so naturally he didn't care about guards or not.

He waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I think Yin Aiqing is very good, five days later, you and I will set off together! Well, remember to bring more cumin."

……

Five days passed in a flash.

During this period, Zhu Fugui telegraphed the world again, saying that he would leave for Washington immediately.

Although the White House said that it could send troops to escort him, Zhu Fugui still said that since he had just killed the No. [-] man in the Federal Army, he should pack lightly and go to Washington secretly.

This statement is also very reasonable.

After all, in this era, the military discipline of the troops of various countries, especially the troops of the United States, is really not very good.

It is perfectly normal for soldiers to go up and down, or soldiers to do some Liangshan business part-time.

The police in various cities along the way are also basically in the same nest as the gang snakes and rats, and they are completely untrustworthy.

Since Emperor Daiming wanted to travel lightly and be responsible for the safety on the road, then he should be responsible for the safety on the road.

Anyway, Washington is on the eastern coast, and there are countless towns on the way, and it is impossible for a large number of people to smuggle in.

Even Lincoln expected that the emperor with Ming would be shot down by some car bandit and road tyrant on the way, which would save him some trouble.

In short, Emperor Daiming appeared at the train station in Wyoming for the last time, and after delivering a peace speech to the bewildered Qing Chinese workers and Vanderbilt family employees, he disappeared into the wilderness.

A few days later, the draft of this peace speech -- "I Have a Dream" was published in several foreign language newspapers that had almost been adopted by Da Ming.

"I dream that one day, all ethnic groups in the world will be treated fairly, and the ancient wisdom of China will become the universal truth: '"Book of Rites·Li Yun Datong Chapter": On the journey of the great road, the world is for the public, and people are not alone... ...'

I dream that one day, outside the holy city of Machu Picchu, the children of the former colonists can learn the etiquette of Confucius together with the children of the Yin people.

I have a dream that one day even Maryland, where justice has disappeared and evil bloomed, will become an oasis of liberty and justice.

......"

To be honest, the idea of ​​using some shit like Confucius to educate Western robbers is impossible without a 40-year history of hydrocephalus.

Zhu Fugui did not place any hope on such unrealistic fantasies at all.

But let's throw out this set of false, but contagious, moral high ground remarks, and set up a silly, sweet, brain-dead, white-left person for yourself, and it's not a bad thing to earn a lot of cultural value.

These days, Western countries have not yet strictly enforced controls in this area, and even the "Da Ming Times (Overseas Edition)" has easily obtained legal publication qualifications in Canada, Mexico, and southern states.