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

In other words, for a long period of time, the royal family on the British Isles was actually quite similar to the generals on the Japanese islands. No wonder they became close allies in history.

Li Hongzhang’s younger brother visited Europe with a height of 180+. He could have looked down upon Queen Victoria, but the dilapidated house behind him was doomed. Even if he had the height of Yao Ming, he would be just a dwarf in front of the 150 Queen.

But it's different now.

After Arthur was cleaned, he was thrown in front of Zhu Fugui.

Zhu Fugui stood up, looked down at him quietly, and said after a long time: "Now, do you know who I am?"

Chapter 795

"Now, do you know who I am?"

Facing Zhu Fugui's questioning, Arthur fell into deep thought.

"Are you the most powerful man in the world?"

No, no, that said, it seems that I am too cowardly.

"Zhu Fugui agrees with Shit in our country."

No, no, so to speak, I will be thrown into the cesspit by the tyrant and drowned...

"Your notoriety is known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan, everyone knows?"

In the end, the witty Arthur decided to answer like this.

This doesn't make him appear humble and cowardly, but also flatters the other party secretly, which shows that his prestige spreads far and wide.

However, when the words came to Arthur's mouth, he trembled and turned into: "You (owned) Ireland and Khitan are known to everyone, everyone knows..."

"Hey, nephew, you are too polite. Ireland is only my friend and cannot be said to be my own. After Ireland is liberated, it will enjoy a high degree of democracy and freedom!"

Zhu Fugui shook his head and said, "The answer to this question is actually very simple. I am not your outsider, but your second uncle!"

Arthur:? ? ?

Zhu Fugui waved for Arthur to be untied.

I don't know where this guy Ibowen learned from.

I obviously just asked him to wash Arthur up, but he tied him up in a strange way.

Arthur sat primly in a chair, awaiting his fate.

"Your godfather William Ludwig is my old brother, didn't you see..."

Zhu Fugui pointed to Abdul, who was bubbling with snot, and said, "Brother William and Brother Abdul were in Taoyuan back then. They had beheaded chicken heads and burned yellow paper. Since Brother William is Your godfather, then I will naturally be your uncle!"

Arthur: ...

"Your mother must have approved of this matter. Of course, I didn't cook you into char siew like your brother did, mainly for the sake of brother William. Son, you have a good godfather, you should be grateful .”

As he spoke, Zhu Fugui shook his head, and took out a thick letter from his pocket.

This is a letter from the head of state written by Victoria, who felt that the telegram was not warm enough, and handed it over to the frontline troops for delivery to Daming. The entire text was written in "elegant" language.

Zhu Fugui shook the letter and said: "Look, this is a letter from your mother to me, and I am old friends with her."

"Impossible, why did your mother... write you a letter? It's still so long?" Arthur asked in surprise.

"Stupid, look for yourself, are these your mother's handwriting? In the words of our Daming, it is called short paper and long love!"

Zhu Fugui knew that Miss Victoria would not tell her son when she wrote a letter, "There are many things you don't know, and you are not the crown prince. How can you understand the complexity of politics?"

With that said, Zhu Fugui put away Victoria's insulting letter again.

Of course he didn't think that Arthur would really believe his own nonsense.

Isn't this idle and idle, teasing the elder nephew to play.

Zhu Fugui took a sip of milk and said, "Come here, bring A Lihui here."

"Ali cypress?"

Arthur froze, not knowing who it was.

But soon, a white and fat white man wearing a mandarin mandarin jacket ran in.

This is not Downing Street special envoy Rutherford Aliguo, who else could it be?

"Mr. Envoy, are you also captured? Why didn't I see you?" Arthur asked.

The reason why Arthur had such doubts was that he was held in solitary confinement along the way and did not see any other prisoners being captured.

And Arthur didn't know anything about the coma.

Aliguo shook his head.

The heart said, you can see that I have a ghost.

I will push the box when Emperor Ming robs money, I will expose you when you are picked up, I will add coal to the airship airlift, and I will confess the truth in London, can we be treated the same?

Of course, there is no need to tell Arthur these words.

A Liguo didn't even look at him, but kowtowed to Zhu Fugui in a standard manner.

Zhu Fugui said to Ibowen: "Look, the knees of the British can be bent. Qianlong was deceived by Macartney."

Of course, the so-called foreigners’ knees are inherently inflexible. It’s just a folklore. During the Qianlong period, whether Macartney knelt or not, whether he knelt on both legs or on one knee, there was actually a deep political game in it.

At least, from the fact that Macartney insisted not to kneel to Qianlong, Manchu officials still entertained with delicious food and drinks, and sent gifts all the way out of the country, which is enough to show that Qianlong was very aware of the strength of the country behind Macartney.

If any Indian prince, chief of Southeast Asia, or even a Mongolian prince or leader of the Western Regions dared to play this trick in Beijing, he would have died many times.

In the final analysis, Christian beliefs are all false.

Zhu Fugui did not believe that if Marco Polo had really met Kublai Khan, he would not kneel and kowtow.

At least what can be verified is that in 1253, when the envoys of Louis IX of France set out from the Golden Horn of Constantinople to meet with the Mongol chiefs stationed east of the Don River to discuss the possibility of attacking MSL together, Christian's knees are already bent.

A Liguo lay on the ground, secretly looking at this terrifying but not so terrifying powerful emperor.

It was scary because Ah Liguo knew very well that he killed countless people and destroyed countless countries.

It is not so scary because Ali Guo also knows that as long as he shows his loyalty and proves his worth, then he will never go back on his word and betray his promise.

These are the conclusions of A Liguo's long-term research and conclusion as a diplomat, especially a diplomat in the Eastern world.

But at this time, Ah Liguo still had a little bit of worry.

Zhu Fugui also probably knew what A Liguo meant, and said plainly in Chinese: "A Lihui, don't worry, I don't intend to let Arthur return to London, at least not in the short term."

This made Ah Liguo heave a sigh of relief.

His wife and children were all in London, so he was afraid that he would be loyal to the Emperor Ming, and then backhanded Da Ming would put Prince Arthur back who knew about it, which would be bad.

His Majesty Zhu Fugui... really benevolent...

At this moment, Ah Liguo had the same feeling as Alexander II.

"Do you know why I gave you the Daming name 'A Li Hui'?" Zhu Fugui asked.

A Liguo is an out-and-out China hand, and he has some associations: "Could it be... that... that incompetent prime minister from the Southern Song Dynasty?"

"Incompetent, that's for the Southern Song Dynasty, and for the Kingdom of Jin, he's done a good job!"

Zhu Fugui shook his head, "I know that you are a capable person, but it was the ignorant feudal aristocratic republic system in Europe that oppressed and exploited you, preventing your talents from being fully utilized.

I think it must be a good thing for the people of England if you are the prime minister of the British Empire... um... the United Kingdom... um... the Kingdom of England. "

Ah Liguo's eyes widened, and he even became short of breath for a moment.

For a long time, as the son of a mechanic, his humble background made it difficult for Ali Guo to struggle in his official career.

He would not have been a diplomat if it hadn't been for his adventures in the East.

In the Western world, civil servants and politicians, or politicians are two completely different concepts.

It is somewhat similar to the difference between officials and officials in Ming and Qing Dynasties.

A Liguo's background destined him to only be a civil servant.

Even if one joined the circle of diplomats surrounded by aristocrats, one could only go to the East, where no noble children would go.

Whether it was the Qing Dynasty or the jobs in Russia, at that time, it was not a job that people wanted to see.

Even if he can be a master in Daiqing, but in Europe, he is still a grandson.

But now, all this may change.

Because Ming Liangzong drew a big cake.

As an old Jianghu, A Liguo would definitely not eat other people's cakes.

But Liangzong's cakes...

Really fragrant!

"Of course, you also know that all this will take time."

Zhu Fugui further said, "Only when the Union Jack falls from Buckingham Palace and No. 10 Downing Street, and the British Empire is completely disintegrated, can you stand on this decaying empire and get everything you dream of...

Go and do it well, Comrade Gorba Aliki! "

……

Chapter 796 I make you Grand Duke of Bangalore

In front of Arthur, Zhu Fugui continued to make cakes to A Liguo in Chinese, and explained some things, and then sent them away.

On the temporary trip away from the Son of Heaven, Arthur found that there was no one watching him, so he hurried to catch up with A Liguo.

"Mr. Special Envoy, what are you talking to the Ming Emperor?"

Arthur asked quietly.

Ah Liguo calmed down his overly excited mood, and regained the serious expression of a professional diplomat.

After learning that His Majesty the Emperor had no intention of releasing Arthur, A Liguo didn't have to care too much about whether he would be exposed in front of Arthur.

However, he still said casually: "Your Highness, you also know that Zhu Fugui is a moody tyrant. He was considering executing you just now. It was me, Her Majesty's loyal servant, who rebuked him righteously and made him Take back your life."

"But……"

Arthur asked suspiciously, "I see your actions and expressions don't look like you're scolding Zhu Fugui?"

"Hey, Your Royal Highness, you are still too young. To fight against a tyrant, you must pay attention to strategy."

A Liguo shook his head, and said righteously, "As a member of the Anglican Church, I would never kneel to anyone, even if it is Her Majesty the Queen, you know this.

But for the sake of your safety, Your Highness, I was forced to act against the teachings in order to intercede for you, and I hope God can forgive me..."

A Liguo looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, while secretly looking at Arthur from the corner of his eye.

I thought that if I was so loyal, Prince Arthur would be moved and say something like "I am so grateful to you", or "God will forgive you".

Arthur, however, was like no one else.

Originally, as a servant to share the sins of the master and accept God's judgment, this is a very common thing, what is there to make a fuss about?

Arthur was more concerned about his personal safety: "Then how will Zhu Fugui decide to deal with me in the end? Should he put me back, or use me as a bargaining chip to make excessive demands on his mother?"

Now, it was Ah Liguo's turn to scoff.

What excessive demands are you making?

Do you really think that you are the queen's most beloved son, and she will make some major political concessions for you?

Don't you see, your elder sister died tragically in Sarajevo, and the queen used her death as a gimmick the next day to mobilize all the people for war.

Don’t you see, your second brother was made into barbecued pork and put into the Russian freezer. So far, the queen has not agreed to the czar’s claim that his six princesses will inherit the Greek kingdom in exchange for his son’s body.

Which onion do you think of yourself as?

Will the Queen give up India or North America for you?

Furthermore, compared with the negotiating table, the Ming people at this stage seem to be more inclined to take back their interests from the battlefield.

From Ah Liguo's point of view, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty seemed to have never considered using this young and childish prince as a bargaining chip from the very beginning, but as a crap stick to disgust the Queen and the British Empire.

A Liguo shook his head and replied: "Your Highness, Zhu Fugui doesn't seem to want to let you go back to China, but I have tried my best to get you an apartment facing south in the Wuguocheng community."

"Wuguocheng District? Where is that?" Arthur asked quickly.