Time began to approach nine o'clock in the morning every minute, and the atmosphere in London had become extremely strange at this moment. Nearly 500,000 people had already rushed to the streets on the streets, and under the command of the military and police, they began to concentrate around the various ceremonial venues and on both sides of the streets that were bound to the venues.

At this moment, there are already thousands of people, and the number of people closest to the venue and the streets is close to 180,000, especially where is the Tower Bridge in London, the entire bridge deck is full of crowds.

More citizens are destined to not see this grand event, and they can’t even hear the sound, but no one is impatient because there are countless Chinese propaganda posters flying on these stopping streets, and each one is surrounded by people.

The oriental charm that shocks the heart is like a cool breeze that blows into the hearts of citizens in summer. Chinese literati themselves pursue the silence of their hearts, and the oriental charm can naturally calm people's emotions.

If your heart is calm, you will naturally be cool. This is true to you and will not deceive me!

More importantly, at this moment, the entire London people were conquered by the elegance of the oriental charm, and they also felt a little excited, that is, they should not be embarrassed, nor should they lose the face of the British Empire in front of the oriental gentlemen in the hometown of etiquette.

The Chinese have shown the best side to the UK. Do London citizens want the Chinese to see the ugliest side?

At this moment, all the military and police still have the obligation to evacuate the instructors, so there is no need to work hard. As long as they shout out the words of dignity and empire dignity, they will naturally wake up the people.

"Don't be embarrassed, never lose face of the empire! Don't let the Chinese look down on our empire..."

"Dignity, gentlemen, please protect the dignity of the empire!"

At this moment, a dull scream came from the East Street, just like the hot summer day suddenly blew a cold wind on the eve of a storm, sweeping from the East.

"The fleet...a fleet is coming...it's Victory!"

"See, I saw that steel warship..."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the envoys that had been called out finally appeared in the suburbs of London, and the Tower Bridge in front of everyone.

"It's a mule or a horse, I'll pull it out today... Everyone has it! Stand at attention! Salute!" With the order of Lin Zhen, the head of the Zhiyuan gun, the soldiers standing on both sides of the ship saluted to both sides of the straits, and the Zhiyuan officially entered the central London area.

Trafalgar's Victory No. 1 was no exception. The British sailors who were straightened their chests and folded their belly were proudly raising their chins to the sky, and they were also saluting the citizens of London.

At that moment, the whistle sounded long on the River Thames, and all the steamboats present paid tribute to the guests in the east, and the atmosphere was pushed to the fixed point.

At this time, the citizens of London finally supported the face of the empire that the sun never set. There was no crowding, no trampling, and no cheers from those outside the city, and only applause.

More than 100,000 people applauded and welcomed the Eastern envoys. The applause was like a heavy rain slashing towards the city, and there were a rustling sound between the world.

"Magnificent! What a mighty warship. Is this the Zhiyuan that makes France and Tsarist Russia miserable? Magnificent..."

"If you can find another way and design such a novel warship, these Chinese people have a set of..."

"What a tough soldier... Is really different from the Qing people in the previous pictures and photos! I really don't have a whip, and I'm not that lewd..."

"What a beautiful military uniform, what a tough soldier, what a solemn military posture... Elite, this is really an elite!"

"Look... the child under the bright yellow umbrella on the bow of the boat is the emperor of the Qing Dynasty?"

"Yes, only the Chinese emperor can wear bright yellow, and the golden dragon totem..."

"Long live the emperor! Welcome to the UK..."

Zaichun was the emperor after all, and the natural halo on her body was really dazzling. These Londoners didn't understand the tricks in Eastern politics. How could they know who had real power?

Naturally, Xiao Letian would not steal Zai Chun's limelight at this time. He took a step back a little, making Zai Chun standing on the high platform more conspicuous.

Zaichun was almost floating up at this moment. This was a wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before. Hundreds of thousands of people applauded and cheered him. Everything was not organized or trained by the Ministry of Rites. This was the natural expression of the people's emotions.

Because of the truth, it can be more touching. Zaichun has never seen such a scene after he ascended the throne automatically, which is completely different from that in China.

The Thames River is slowly flowing, and the two sides are full of exotic buildings, with countless fancy roofs and sculptures. Here are beautiful pictures that are completely different from the East.

What is even more amazing is that the city is full of freedom and pride. Their faces are not as good as the faces of the Qing people. They are ignorant, timid and cautious, and more about health, confidence, and sunshine...

Cheers, whistles, long live and warm applause gathered into waves and rushed towards Zaichun. The little emperor felt that he was about to fly to the sky.

The arms have become machinery, just waving in the air, the muscles on the face have been numb, and the smile has never disappeared...

"It feels so fucking good!" In the end, Zai Chun even whispered a swear word.

Xiao Letian smiled faintly, "This is the taste of power! What you tasted before was mixed with water, the kind of big scene that secretly fake is not worth mentioning..."

The fleet went upstream, and the Tower Bridge in London was already close. The dock on the north shore was the first ceremony venue to enter London. At this moment, the British government officials on the shore were already standing neatly on the venue.

"The boiler reduces pressure... slows down... prepares to dock..." Amid Xiang Ying's roar, the British barges slowly approached, and these small motorboats finally pushed the Zhiyuan to the edge of the dock with their own power.

The same is true for the Victory. The dozens of meters that end up on the pier require the power of the barge motorboat.

At this moment, Benjamin and others could already see Zai Chun and Xiao Letian's faces, and now they could not express their resentment no matter how much resentment they had in their hearts.

"Shut the 21-hot cannon sound, welcome His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty!" Benjamin gave the order, and the artillery soldiers who had already prepared after the ceremony quickly pulled the fuse.

Boom boom boom... The dull sound of cannons sounded and white smoke filled with it.

The 21 cannon salutes are not over, and then Benjamin ordered another order, "19 cannons are fired to welcome the Chinese heads of state!"

Boom boom boom... The tower bridge ceremony venue once again heard the sound of dense salutes.

Xiao Letian's eyes shrank, and his face still had an iconic smile, but he was still unhappy. "I really didn't expect that I would give me 19 sounds! It seems that Benjamin is determined not to give me the recognition of the identity of a Chinese nation?"

"Just be dying! I think you can dance for a few more days now!"
Chapter completed!