"Along the way, none of the soldiers on the Zhiyuan have expressed their respect for Emperor Tongzhi of the Qing Dynasty. Yes, yes, there is no shortage of etiquette on your surface, but the disdain that comes from your bones can be seen by fools!"

"When I see the emperor, the soldiers will salute, but I can't see any respect in their eyes, and I can even see ridicule and a faint hatred!"

"It can be seen that what ideas do you instill in these people on weekdays? Don't worry about it. I am an expert in public opinion. Remember that I taught you how to influence people's hearts!"

"Your disdain for Zaichun and even his hatred towards the Qing Dynasty have affected the entire warship... So you will ignore my orders and have never issued any orders to these soldiers to protect the emperor and respect the royal family, right?"

"You are too lazy to even hold a meeting, which shows how disgusting you have with Zai Chun?"

"After the impact just now, Zai Chun ran out of the command cabin and rushed towards the bow of the ship. How many sailors did he encounter along the way? No matter how many people were there without eighty, would there be fifty people? Is there one stopping him?"

"You Lin Zhen said that you didn't see Zai Chun when you checked the cannon, so your subordinates didn't see it either? Or do they don't know His Majesty's appearance?"

"Until the end, where was the bow of the ship, there were soldiers around Zaichun. Isn't there anyone who knows him?"

"From the beginning to the end, all the problems have clearly shown the key to the problem. It is that you, Xiang Ying, have never let your soldiers take charge of the emperor at all! Not only that, you are also walking invisibly. You hate Zaichun and hate the thoughts of the Qing Dynasty!"

"It is in your subtle influence that Zai Chun is in such a great danger! Even at the moment when the enemy was about to shoot, so many soldiers fell down upon the order, but no one helped Zai Chun?"

"No one pressed him on the deck at that moment? What does this mean? This means that there is no such concept of protecting Emperor Tongzhi in the hearts of all soldiers!"

"There is no such idea at all, so they will not act subconsciously! This is the key to all problems..."

"Xiang Ying, Xiang Ying! Are you holding a grudge because Zai Chun spent a few words on Cai Bi? Of course, there is also your hatred for the Qing Dynasty. Your home was burned by those bastards, and your entire clan almost died at their hands!"

"And you, your path to fame and fortune has also been destroyed. All your relatives have to escape to Outer Mongolia. This is your hatred! Is it unforgettable?..."

There was a silence in the cabin. The guards who snatched the pistols retreated. There were only five masters and apprentices left in the room. Xiang Ying knelt on the glass slag and was sweating profusely. It was more likely that the master's words made him feel at a loss.

"Yes...I...Agree!" Xiang Ying said with her back teeth, "I admit that I hate Zaichun very much, and I hate that Qing Dynasty even more, but what's wrong? Why can't I hate it?"

Speaking of this, Xiang Ying suddenly raised her head and stared at Xiao Letian with tears in her eyes. "Why can't I hate him? Who is he? Why do you want so many privileges?"

"Just because he was born with the golden key? Because of that identity, the whole world has to spoil her? Master... don't you feel that you spoil him too much! Why can he make mistakes at will, but I can't do it!"

The low growl shocked everyone's eardrums buzzed. Today, Xiang Yingcai completely vented the resentment in his heart.

"It's all your disciples, why do you favor one or the other? Zaichun violated the military rules in Vladivostok and you were imprisoned for a few days. Among them, Ryuma Sakamoto chatted with him every day to pass the time!"

"Now Zai Chun rushed to the front line privately, almost killing himself, and almost dragging our Chinese people down the abyss... Such a serious crime can be considered passing the belt? Is this fair?"

"But what about me?" Xiang Ying's nose was sore and tears fell down. "But I'm just a crime that is not good for supervision. Do you have to trample me? I'm not convinced..."

"Don't I like him to be guilty? I just don't tell his soldiers good things about Zai Chun. Is this guilty? You are too domineering..."

"Do you care about the sky and the earth, do you care whether I like that little girl!"

"You fart!" Xiao Le Tianqi's forehead was full of veins, and he slapped his mouth. With a slap, the corner of Xiang Ying's mouth was bleeding.

"You, you..." Xiao Letian pointed at Xiang Ying and began to tremble. He was so angry that his heart trembled, which was full of signs of heart disease.

"I'm ignorant! Fuck..." Xiao Letian put down his arm weakly and sighed, "Why do you want to compete with Zai Chun? He is only thirteen years old, and he has the privilege of making mistakes at his age..."

"You are older than him. Are you in your twenties competing with a thirteen-year-old?"

"What's more, how long can Zaichun follow me? In another three years, he will go to power, and I can't control him. And you are destined to follow me for decades! Why are you jealous of this..."

Xiao Letian leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed his temples in pain.

This is how people interact with each other. They don’t know what they say, they don’t explain thoroughly, and they won’t miss it for a lifetime.

If the slaves under Zaichun are competing for favor with each other, then there is also a phenomenon of competing for favor among Xiao Letian's disciples, but it is not so obvious.

The great disciples of the generation are basically very old. I am afraid there will be no chance to take over Xiao Letian's class and become the top leader of the Chinese clan, because Wang Huaiyuan and the others are all a few years older than Xiao Letian, and they are at a disadvantage in age.

In fact, the so-called generation of disciples are more like Xiao Letian’s friends and brothers.

The real open and secret struggles are the second-generation disciples of Xiang Ying, Zai Chun, Xiang Ying, Lin Zhen, Bingtaro, Ito Hirofumi, etc.... Below these elites, there are the third echelon, the fourth echelon and other peripherals.

The Chinese people have long been short of talent in the founding period. Now Xiao Letian’s biggest problem is not that no one is available, but that they choose the best among the elites.

Who is the most dazzling among the second generation of disciples? Of course, it is Zaichun and Xiang Ying, one is the emperor who did not rule the Qing Dynasty, the other is the nephew of the King of Far East, and the captain of the first iron-clad ship of the Chinese navy.

These two are born with hostile attributes, so they unconsciously compete for favor in front of Xiao Letian, and all the conflicts come from here.

Today, Xiao Letian pierced the poisonous boil, and pus and blood suddenly surged out. Xiang Ying suddenly felt his heart tremble when he looked at his master's tired and old face. He hugged Xiao Letian's legs in two steps.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Master... I was wrong! It's all my fault..."

Xiao Letian closed his eyes and placed his hand on Xiang Ying's head. He suddenly recalled the scene when he was kidnapped by Master Long in the mountains in the west of Beijing, and the scene when Xiangjiazhuang was retaliated and burned down by fire.
Chapter completed!