Chapter 1932 The Frankish Messenger Faces the Saint
Sanhua daughter-in-law, happy birthday.
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Bastian never felt that he was a country bumpkin. After seeing the big Ming treasure ship, he comforted himself that Frank would have it sooner or later.
After seeing Tianjin Wei Wharf, he felt that this was not a difficult task for Frank.
When he saw Beiping City, all his pride was blown away.
He couldn't imagine such a huge city, never thought that there would be such a prosperous city.
What saddened him the most was that Beiping City was so clean, which made Bastian, who was used to the smelly smell and piles of rubbish in the city, really unbelievable.
"Damn it! Is this heaven Bastian?"
The mission was lucky. Since Zheng He's fleet had not yet returned, they were the only mission in Beiping who could settle down comfortably.
Living in an exquisite courtyard, eating delicacies that make people doubt their taste buds, and taking a bath every day.
Such a day really cannot be said, at least the other members of the mission have not recovered from the shock.
"What about the interpreter?"
A few followers were circling in the yard, like those drunks who had drunk too much, and Bastian felt confused by their dazzled appearance.
"This is a great country, no, this is a rich country, Frank should be able to benefit from it, Bastian, will we get benefits?"
Bastian sat on the steps, watched the interpreter enter with a happy face, and asked, "What did the Ming people say?"
The interpreter said happily: "Bastian, the Ming people have promised you to go to see His Majesty the Emperor."
"This is a good thing, it shows that people value us."
Bastian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was a good start.
. . . . . .
Entering the palace is actually the process of Bastian being a bumpkin again.
"These are unbelievable!"
Bastian muttered, and the eunuch who led him and the interpreter said with a stern face: "Rules, don't look at evil!"
"What is he saying?"
Bastian felt that the eunuch was not very friendly, but the interpreter said awkwardly: "He said let's behave properly and stop talking nonsense."
In front of him was the majestic palace. Bastian had already forgotten the embarrassment. He opened his mouth and stared blankly at everything in front of him.
But the interpreter couldn't help but exclaimed, and the eunuch leading the way cursed a bumpkin inwardly, and then quickened his pace.
There are two rows of big Han generals standing outside today's Qianqing Palace. They are about the same height, wearing armor that can dazzle others, holding shiny weapons, and have serious expressions.
An eunuch stood in front of the main hall of Qianqing Palace. He looked up at Bastian and asked, "Is it the Frankish envoy?"
In this solemn and mighty atmosphere, the interpreter couldn't help shouting: "It's the Frankish envoy, Bastian."
The eunuch was Yu Jia, he said coldly: "Your Majesty summoned the envoy!"
The eunuch leading the way stretched out his hand to lead the way, and Bastian stepped on the steps of the Daming Palace for the first time, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
Entering the main hall, the good design made Zhu Zhanji on the throne look extraordinarily majestic.
On the one hand, Wu Xun, and on the other hand the civil servant, both of them turned to look at Bastian and the interpreter. A huge pressure immediately made the interpreter sweat profusely.
This is a huge world empire, and their fleet has not found an opponent on the sea; their army is only a glimpse, but Harleh, an old powerful country, has fallen under their horseshoes, which shows that they are also weak on land. Rare opponents.
At this point, Bastian had no doubts in his mind. He knelt down on one knee and said, "Bastian, the Frankish envoy, it is an honor to meet the great Emperor Ming."
Yang Rong frowned and said, "You should kneel down, on both knees!"
Fang Xing didn't go to the civil servant's side to make trouble today, he just stood by Wu Xun's side, and he said, "Master Yang, it's true on their side."
Hu Wei said dissatisfied: "This is disrespectful to His Majesty."
Fang Xing smiled and said, "It's not about respect or disrespect,
What makes people respect the Ming Dynasty is the invincible army, the fleet covering the sea, the confident monarch and the people, which are more convincing than the five-body projection. "
Civil and military disputes, the emperor wants to make a decision.
Zhu Zhanji said in a deep voice: "Da Ming's majesty does not need to be manifested by forcing others."
None of the people present were idiots, and everyone knew what the emperor meant: to kneel was to make these people kneel willingly, rather than relying on arguments to make the other party kneel.
atmosphere!
Yang Rong bowed his hands and went back to work, all the officials felt that the Ming royal family really did not repeat the mistakes of the Tang and Song Dynasties since Emperor Wen, and all of them were Ming emperors.
As the minister of the Ministry of Rites, Hu Wei took the lead in asking questions.
"Da Ming welcomes friends from Thailand and the West, but the two countries are too far away and have never been in contact with each other. Please tell me about the situation in your country so that Da Ming can make decisions based on it."
After listening to the interpreter's translation, Bastian said sincerely: "Frank is a big country in Taixi, ranking first. It's just that there have been conflicts with neighboring countries in recent years. The war between the two sides has lasted for decades, but Frank It’s still there and going from strength to strength.”
After hearing this, Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Fang Xing,
This shit-stirring stick is coming!
The ministers watched Fang Xing get out of work with serious expressions on their faces, which is the so-called ministerial demeanor.
"Your Excellency Bastian, in this war between your country and Plantagenet, it is said that Plantagenet has the upper hand?"
broom?
The officials wondered, thinking that there is such a country?
But Bastian was already stunned, and he looked at the interpreter. . . . . .
The interpreter was avoiding his gaze with a pale face, Bastian's heart turned cold, and he really wanted to rush over now and strangle this idiot to death.
What the hell did you say?
Bastian thought for a while and said, "Yes, Your Excellency, Plantagenet has won some victories, but Frank has launched a counterattack, and we will drive those guys back to the other side of the sea."
This statement is similar to Fang Xing's judgment, Zhu Zhanji said indifferently: "Then what is the purpose of the Frankish lord sending you here?"
Bastian said: "Your Majesty, Frank is now ruled by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. His Highness sent us here because he heard that there was a conflict between Da Ming and Halle, and further west, the fleshy charming is eyeing the east and the west. This is where the common interests of Ming and Frank lie, His Majesty the Emperor, Frank sincerely hopes that the two countries can become friends, long-term friends."
Fang Xing coughed dryly. At this time, Zhu Zhanji couldn't face the opponent directly. It would lose the buffer.
"What can Frank help Daming? Or, what can Frank gain from it?"
Too naked!
The civil servants felt that Fang Xing was like a street peddler, competing with customers for a few pennies.
Bastian felt that this couldn't be more normal, and he said frankly: "Frank hopes that the two sides can give each other the greatest and only support in the east and the west. For this reason, Frank is willing to sign a treaty with Ming. Become the closest ally within a year, and if one side is attacked, the other side will provide unconditional assistance."
This is not bad!
Frank is far away in the West, and Ming is in the East. There is no direct conflict between the two countries. Only such an ally can be reassuring.
"Then the purpose of your envoy's trip is to sign an alliance treaty with Daming?" Fang Xing asked.
Bastian nodded and said: "Yes, Your Excellency, this is the reason why I ventured through countless hardships and came to Daming."