Isha is going to recruit Prince Gong Ronglu. This person is a capable minister. Although he tends to be politically speculative, the more he is, the easier it is to buy him. After all, he once defected to Yi?

Ronglu sneered at him, "Haha... do you want to surrender me? You don't even look at where you are now, you have a few more guns!"

Was... Three revolvers pressed on Isha's head, Ronglu looked at him and smiled, "You came in and became my hostage, do you still want to surrender me?"

"With your life as a shield, do you think I can leave the city?"

"Hahaha..." Isha was not afraid at all. The three guns were like toys in his eyes.

"Yes, of course I can leave the city. There are only 20,000 bandits outside, and my direct line is only 20,000. Actually, it is not my direct line, they are all your direct line!"

"Your Majesty? Prince Gong ascended the throne?" Ronglu's face changed drastically.

"Of course... Your Majesty has already proclaimed himself emperor in Xiling, and the year name has been set, and the reign of Guangxu will be changed!"

"Light! The light is great, the great! Xu! It means continuing the unfinished achievements!"

"Only Your Majesty can do this Qing Dynasty's real rejuvenation! This is not a fight for the rights of one person and two people, but a life-and-death battle between two concepts of governing the country!"

"The trick that Emperor Tongzhi did is not good. All he wanted was the monarch-dictatorial empire, and he had the final say!"

"And the political trend in this world is to transform to decentralization. What Emperor Guangxu wants is to rely on the eight banners and nobles system to raise the real aristocratic parliamentary system!"

"Just like the Senate of ancient Rome, or the House of Lords of the United Kingdom, including Germany, and Tsarist Russia have very effective aristocratic parliamentary system!"

"Everyone shares the power, and everyone comes to vote for the idea! Only by breaking the dictatorship can we have a future life for our Eight Banners!"

"Haha... Lord Ronglu, I, a little guard, can tell such a great truth from my mouth. Can you think about how long has Emperor Guangxu been thinking about it? How much training have we received?"

"To be honest, I am not fighting for my own glory and wealth, I am fighting for the future of our Eight Banners and the eternal integrity of our Qing Dynasty!"

"So what if you kill me? So what if you take me as a hostage and escape from the city? Can you escape from this small city? Can you escape from this world?"

"You are also an old man in the Eight Banners. Think about the nobles in the Eight Banners who support Emperor Guangxu or Emperor Tongzhi?"

"Just like Zai Chun's cruel and bloodthirsty character, look at how many Eight Banners children have killed since he took power? Is there any family like this?"

"You want to be loyal to him? Haha... Or do you want to continue to be loyal to Cixi? Stop dreaming, I have seen through the true faces of the two of them!"

"All love is fake! As long as it involves political interests, they can abandon it!"

"After playing, I turned around and threw it to Xiling, almost losing my life. I will never follow such a ruthless and unrighteous person in my life!"

"How good is your Ronglu? You childhood sweetheart will be sent to Xi'an in the end? If Cixi hadn't had any direct descendants around her at this moment, would you think you could return to Beijing now?"

Isha spread his hands, "You want to leave? Yes, I'll let them open the city gate and let you go... But you have to think about it carefully. You can escape from the encirclement of Lingqiu County. How many encirclements are there behind you?"

"Can you pass the Taihang Mountains safely? Can you pass Yixian and enter the Zhili Plain? Can you enter the capital safely? Even if you enter the capital, do you think you will escape?"

"Isn't the capital a cage? Haha... you will never guess how many reinforcements your Majesty has at this moment!"

"With Your Majesty's temper, how can you raise an army without being sure?"

"Do you know the stock market crash on March 11? Hahaha... You must know that the first one to smash the market first is the foreigner!"

Hiss... Ronglu took a breath of air conditioning, "You...you mean? Dongjiaomin Lane chose the prince?"

Isha licked his lips, "You know too little, you have been away from the capital for too long... Let me tell you the truth, this disaster has no food anymore!"

"The borers in the Thirteenth Warehouse of the Capital have long emptied the stored grain in the warehouse. Now they rely on tricks to stabilize the hearts of the people of the Capital... At this moment, the foolish monarch can only ask the Chinese people for help and buy high-priced grain!"

"It's a pity... Xiao Letian's evil demon passed by Malacca. Guess... How much food can Zaichun, a foolish lord, buy?"

"Ah..." Ronglu was really scared now. For a moment, memories of the Xinyou year surged into his heart. Emperor Xianfeng escaped from the capital, leaving only his younger brother to deal with foreigners.

It was at that time that Prince Gong established relations with the British and French coalition forces. It can be said that Yi was the only one among the kings who dealt with foreigners in person.

The prince of the Qing Dynasty is also equivalent to the prince and crown prince in Europe. This identity is too valuable!

How could foreigners miss the opportunity to establish a relationship with such people? It turns out that since then, Yi has been making arrangements, and he is too smart!

What he couldn't imagine was how this Japanese 6 established a friendship with the Chinese? Was it a fooling me?

No matter what, the pistol pressed on the forehead was put down, and Ronglu's momentum was suppressed tightly!

Is Is Ha really bragging? It's not true. On the sea thousands of miles away, a meeting is being held in an underground reinforced concrete fortification that the Chinese people is hiding where they are hidden.

"No! Absolutely no... Where can I go to do it?" Mi Fu's beard, which was roaring as he blew up on the cement floor.

"You need five million stones of grain when you open your mouth? You haven't paid any cash for it yet, and you are ready to owe it? My Mi Family Grain Store is not a magician. Do you know how big a mountain it is for five million stones of grain?"

"That's 250,000 tons of grain! Fuck... I can't get enough food even if I plunder Nanyang! You go find Lao Niu, don't look for me..."

Sitting on the other side of the table was Niu Jinfu, the owner of Sihai Business. These two are the two major grain trusts of the Chinese people, and all the private grain trade is expected to be accurate.

Boss Niu also shook his head desperately, "I'm talking about the kings, you are all experienced government affairs for a long time. Is this kind of issue still necessary to discuss?"

"Get five million stones of grain in one breath? I told you the truth, it can't be done with a million stone!"

"Do you know what the private grain trade is most afraid of? It's consumption. Do you know how much food is consumed all year round? Who dares to store so much food? Is it because I'm not alive?"

"I put my words first. My Sihai Business Company can raise at most 400,000 stones of grain, and there is no more grain... Also, I have the conditions to have to trade in cash, and I can't afford that much capital!"

The long tables and ashtrays were filled with the four heavenly kings, Xiang Ying, Cai Bixia, Bingtaro, Noheita and even the great monk Longshi were all present.

The head of state is not in Naha, and all matters are discussed jointly by the committee, and the elite leaders of the first and second generations of Chinese people are included.

Today's meeting was a collective discussion on the telegrams for help from the Qing Dynasty. Master Qing San has sent 16 telegrams for help.
Chapter completed!