"The smell of alcohol penetrates the poison of intestines, and the color is a sharp knife! Isn't this sentence just said? Haven't the masters in the Forbidden City taught you? Look at what you looked like just now, as excited as a little rooster, do you still have some imperial demeanor?"

After Ikram left, Xiao Letian bombed everyone in the room, leaving only Zaichun, and then went up and cursed. Zaichun's head drooped and dared not speak, so he could only let the master scold him.

The Qing Dynasty may have all kinds of bad things, but one thing is indeed worthy of praise from later generations, that is, respecting teachers and education. Even the emperor dares not disobey the teacher when facing his teacher, and he dare not present the emperor or prince's brochure.

This is the family law of the ancestors, and it is the royal family rule developed from the Shunzhi period to the Kangxi and Yongzheng and Gansu tribes.

Not to mention Xiao Letian scolded Zaichun, even if Weng Tonghe scolded Zaichun, the little emperor would not dare to refute it at all. This is the rule left by the ancestors of Manchus. Whoever violates it will naturally be unfilial and will even affect his ruling foundation.

From this point we can realize that the Manchus also put in great effort to form an alliance with the Han Confucian scholars.

When Xiao Letian became less angry, Zai Chun dared to lick his face and smiled, "Master blamed me wrongly. I don't have the desire to covet Ikram, I'm not considering it for the master..."

"Oh? It's better for me, tell me how to do it for me..." Xiao Letian was almost angry.

Zaichun took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured a glass of it for the master. "Master, don't be angry. Do you still know the difficulties of the master? The two master's wives and the master are in love, and they also take care of each other in life. If you want to say that you will take another room, you probably won't be able to speak, so you will definitely feel embarrassed..."

"I have done this for you. When I look back, I will find a beautiful garden for Ikram in the capital. I will help my master to raise it. Even if my master is a foreign house... In my spare time, the master can go to Songkuai. If you have the chance in the future, I will give the master an imperial edict as an emperor after taking power..."

"I'll be the bad guy, let the two master's wife scold me. I carried this shit and said that I was a bastard and insisted on giving the master a marriage. So you won't be under pressure..."

"I'll go! You guy is looking for a fight..." Xiao Le jumped up in a weather condition and slapped Zai Chun on the back of the head. "I don't know what you guy thinks? You just see that I don't agree to your intention, and now you're starting to change the topic again!"

"What else do you say to carry a shit basin for me? You are just my dirty thoughts discovered by me. I turned my head and wanted to hold the shit basin on my head... I, I, I will beat you to death!"

"Oh, Master, please count it... I was wrong, I never dare to talk nonsense again!"

No one knows how many slaps Zaichun was that night, but the closure order under the CIA is real. The record of the master beating the land in history was completely erased in the long river of history, and no one knows.

When Zai Chun covered her head and went back to the cabin to sleep, the pocket watch pointer had already pointed to 1:30 in the morning. At the current speed, the United Fleet could see the sea water of Said Port at around 7:30 in the morning tomorrow.

Zaichun must rest. At the age of thirteen, he needs to sleep more. He just learned a lesson from his master. Instead, he was a little relaxed because he knew that the more he played and made a fight, the more he felt deep in his feelings for him.

If we respect each other like guests, it will make people worry, because it will prove that there is a gap between the master and him.

As soon as he walked on the deck, Zaichun saw Xiang Ying, the captain of the Zhiyuan who was looking at the desert not far away. He saw him staring at the desert in the dark night like a statue without saying a word.

"Well...what are you looking at? What's in the desert..." Zai Chun leaned over and began to look at the darkness outside.

Xiang Ying didn't turn his head and just whispered, "Of course there is something in the desert. Although I can't see it, I can see some firelight... The small dense light over there should be a village in the desert..."

"With the night wind and the light of torches from afar, I guess either the French army or the bandits in the desert, they accepted the employment of the French..."

Zai Chun looked at it for a long time and found that there was a little light in the depths of the desert, but he could not be sure what it was. After he pulled his eyes back to see both sides of the canal, he realized that at some point the Chinese Marines had already arrived and accompanied the Zhiyuan along the way.

At this moment, the speed of Zhiyuan is very slow. Due to the influence of the terrain of the river, the speed at this moment is only about four or five knots, which is equivalent to a speed of seven or eight kilometers per hour.

It only took seven or eight kilometers per hour, and the speed was indeed slow enough. The Marine soldiers could catch up with the speed of the warships with their feet, so the soldiers on both sides of the river embankment were very easy to move.

But Zai Chun clearly saw that these soldiers were searching for something from time to time, and were still busy. He was full of questions and said, "What are they doing? Why don't you get on the boat?"

Xiang Ying turned his head and looked at Zai Chun, "Haha... My Majesty, what can I do? Of course I am protecting your safety! This is not a good place, this is a war zone! If you don't destroy the telegram lines along the way, Saitou will know about the conflict just now..."

"In war, military information is the top priority. Try to let your side know more and let the enemy know less. This is a compulsory course for military generals!"

"If you guessed correctly, the French now know that their telegram wire was destroyed..."

Xiang Ying was right at all. Half an hour ago, under the rescue of a French doctor, the French consul who vomited and had diarrhea until fainted finally woke up.

"What's going on?"

"Not good, the situation is very troublesome. The Chinese have no intention of stopping at all. They ignored our obstruction and the warship left..."

"Damn it, why don't you stop them..." Ferdinand stood up in pain and leaned against the head of the bed.

"There is no way. We don't have heavy artillery, so we can't stop the infantry at all! But please don't worry, the Consul, I have ordered the telegraph room to send a telegram to Seed Port immediately, and we have to stop these Chinese people no matter what!"

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside, "It's not good, the telegraph room has a serious failure, there is no signal feedback at all, our telegraph wire has broken down..."

"Report... Our telegram line in the desert was destroyed by people... It was too immoral. It was constantly damaged along the way, and it was cut short every half a kilometer... We couldn't repair it at all!"

"God! How could this happen... Send war horses to run overnight. You must dare to send orders to Said Port in front of the Chinese! Shipwreck, shipwreck in the channel! Block Xiao Letian..."

Ferdinand yelled out the order with all his strength, and then he felt upset in his chest, and then he spit out a pool of bitter bile with a whistle.

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