The next morning, at the dock, Badu sat on a stool and asked the soldier in a disbelief tone, "Did you just say that there has been a riot in Bagan City?"

"Yes, sir!" The soldier also looked like he couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes: "We took the flag and walked south on the orders of lords to observe the military situation. We met a local person who escaped from the city four or five miles away from Bagan. After asking, we found out that a riot occurred in the city. I heard that the pseudo-king shot and killed thousands of monks and citizens in the square in front of the palace gate at noon, and a riot occurred in the city at night!"

"Well, it's great!" Ba Rusted his hands with satisfaction, which was his unconscious excitement. He stood up, paced back and forth for a few steps, and stopped suddenly, and shouted: "Send two teams of people to go there. You must figure out the situation in Bagan. Also, let the soldiers stop loading and unloading goods, eat and rest, and be ready to set off at any time! This time, you must not let the fake king run away again!"

"Yes, sir!" With a series of responses, the officers surrounded by Badu all stepped back and worked hard. He sat back on the stool, then stood up excitedly, with a smug smile on his face. Now he was the only one left, and he no longer needed to maintain that majestic and persistent appearance in front of him. After all, he was just a young man in his thirties.

"Sir, sir!" An officer rushed towards Badu and shouted: "Someone has been circulating on the other side of the whistle. It's from Bagan City!"

"Zhang Qi?" Ba Du was stunned and quickly recalled the report he received not long ago: "Didn't he say he met several Burmese monks and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak into Bagan City together?" Speaking of this, Ba Du's face suddenly changed: "Hurry, hurry, can he be involved in this riot!"

"Sir!" Shunbing, dressed as a Burmese man, saluted Badu, which seemed a little out of character: "Mr. Zhang asked me to send a message to you: The monks and citizens of Bagan City launched an uprising, and the pseudo-king is dead!"

"Is the fake king dead?" Ba couldn't help but feel dizzy by the rapid development of the situation. You should know that just four days ago, he was still arguing with Chen Zaixing in the palace in Mandalay whether to go south? But after a few days, their two main purposes for entering Myanmar this time - helping the two princes and princesses to regain the throne and kill the fake king - have achieved it. At this time, Ba Du couldn't help but sigh in his heart how fast the world changes.

"Yes, sir, the pseudo-king made a furious resentment near Bagan in order to recruit soldiers and grain. This morning, the British official hit and killed a respected teacher at Bodhi Temple in Mohe. As a result, monks and citizens of Bagan gathered in front of the palace gate to demand severe punishment of the perpetrators. However, the Indian troops who protected the palace shot and suppressed them, killing hundreds of people, including many monks from famous temples in the city. So a young Burmese monk named Naiwen decided to go to Mandalay to ask for help from the two Majesties in order to avenge his revenge.

The soldiers happened to meet us. After Master Zhang understood it, he thought it was a good opportunity, so he led us to pretend to be the monk's slaves and mingled into the city. However, he was stopped by an English official at the gate of the city and wanted to search. Lord Zhang had no choice but to shoot the British man and rushed into the city. As soon as the Burmese soldiers saw the monks chanting scriptures in front of him, they put down their guns and worshiped them. Seeing that the situation was not good, the fake king killed the fake king and showed his head, expressing his determination anyway..."

The soldier gave him an eloquence. Although he had a lot of clues about this matter, he was not confused at all. The plot was tortuous and moving. The officers on the side couldn't help but be amazed. After hearing this, Badu thought for a moment and asked, "So now does Zhang Qi stand up to express his identity? And who is under the control of Bagan? Where are the Indian soldiers now?"

"Mr. Zhang thinks that the situation in Bagan is unclear now, so don't expose his identity. It is better to pretend to be a slave of the monk named Naiwen. After the uprising soldiers and monks saw the corpse of the pseudo king, they disbanded one after another. Now, in the hands of the pseudo king's attendant Dioke, the Indian soldiers were directly commanded by the British. When they saw that the situation was not good, they seemed to have retreated south along the Irrawaddy River. It is not difficult to find ships there."

"Well, Zhang Qi did it right!" Ba Du nodded: "But that monk named Naiwen is too stupid. Did he think that the fake king will be fine if he dies? The servant named Dioke killed the fake king, whether it was because of helplessness or had premeditated, and he would not let go of the source of disaster in the future. This kind of thing would either not be done or to do it to the end. Too a rude, he would only know the goods and his own body!"

"Sir, let's send troops to take down the city of Bagan immediately?" An officer tried to test. After occupying Mandalay, these officers had a lot of pockets through various channels of wealth. They had long heard that Bagan was the old capital of Myanmar, with many temples and pagodas. Burmese people believed in Buddhism and were never stingy about these pagodas and temple decorations. If they attacked the city, they would probably have gained a lot.

"Don't be anxious first!" After several months of experience, Badu also said a lot: "Now Bagan City is just meat on the chopping board, we can eat it at any time. First send an envoy to the city to ceremonies and then soldiers. Now that the pseudo king is dead, as long as the people below are willing to come, we will take them all first. You must know that we offended the British this time. How to deal with it next?"

Yangon, British Empire Consulate. Jillins sat at the desk, waving his pen under the lamp, holding a cup of half-drink espresso in his hand. Under the light, Jillins looked pale and thin, his eyes were covered with blood. He was very tired. Finally, Jillins was about to finish the letter. He carefully blew the ink, folded it and put it in the envelope, and wrote the recipient's surname in beautiful flower characters on the envelope.

After name and address, he sealed his mouth and placed it on a thick stack of letters by the table. Jilins picked up the coffee cup at his hand and took a sip. The cold coffee made him frown. He put the exquisite white porcelain coffee cup back on the teak desk and coughed heavily. The servant who was dozing outside the study was awakened and hurriedly picked up the coffee pot beside him, walked into the study and carefully changed into a hot cup of hot coffee for the owner.

Jilins took a sip and a bitter and smooth feeling filled his mouth immediately. He couldn't help but feel excited. Jilins stood up, walked to the window and did a few gymnastics moves, returned to his desk, and continued to work at his desk. As the Consul General of the British Empire's Consulate in Myanmar, he had to respond quickly and correctly to everything that had just happened, and to maximize the protection and expansion of the interests of the empire. In Jilins's view, the prestige of the empire is never allowed to be violated, the empire's interests.

Yi must never be invaded. Only by taking a quick and heavy blow to the arrogant adventure of the Shun Army is the only correct countermeasure. But he is just a representative of an empire in Myanmar. First of all, he must win the consent of the Prime Minister of India and even London, so he can have enough strength to punish these damn Shun robbers. That is why he won their support by writing letters to powerful people in his own sect. After all, even the Prime Minister can only be careless after the House of Commons gains a majority.

Given that all this takes time, Jilins decided to send an envoy to Bagan to submit a diplomatic note to the Shun Army there, asking the other party to explain the previous action, and return the seized warships and compensate for the losses. Of course, this does not mean that if the Shun Army agreed to the conditions in the diplomatic note, Jilins would not take the next military action. After all, the purpose of destroying Shun's expeditionary force in military affairs, occupying the entire Myanmar, and eliminating the threat to India.

It was possible to achieve it. However, when military power was insufficient, Jillins did not mind obtaining things that could not be obtained on the battlefield through intimidation and blackmail, let alone concealing the Empire's determination to take military action and the ultimate goal. When it was dawn, Jillins finally completed all the letters. He put the letters one by one, and sent the servants to the telegraph office and the messenger respectively. Only then did he return to bed, preparing to sleep for an hour and start the work of the day.

Mandalay, royal palace, sleeping hall.

This was originally the place where the old king Xi Pao lived on weekdays. During the coup in April this year, many buildings in the palace were destroyed by war. Meng Ji, who ascended the throne, spent his main energy on consolidating the short-lived throne, and did not spend much manpower and financial resources to repair the palace. As a result, Luo Lin and Luo Qin faced this broken appearance after Luo Lin and Luo Qin succeeded to the throne. At that time, in order to protect their children from escaping, Tin Pao deliberately led the loyal guards to break out in the opposite direction, so the damage suffered by the bedroom was very small, so Luo Lin and Luo Qin arranged their residence here.

In the room, the desks of the two were filled with thick stacks of documents, which were submitted by the surrounding areas of Mandalay and other areas that had recognized the newly ascended king. During this period, Chen Zaixing had selected a group of people with prestigious and political attitudes from the small and medium-sized Burmese nobles, established an institution called the Privy Council, and sent Liu Zhixing, who escaped from Meng Ji's clutches, to where to become a Privy Councilor, responsible for the formulation of the Privy Council procedures and the arrangement of the agenda. These documents submitted from all directions have been reviewed and handled by the Privy Council. Now Luo Lin and Luo Qin are conducting the last symbolic approval process. Given the knowledge and age of the two, it should be said that learning the important matter is better.

The main task of the Privy Council is to serve as the king's adviser and provide various suggestions for the king's decision. When necessary, the king can also select suitable candidates from them as his representatives to carry out his own orders across the country. This is the first time in the history of Myanmar. Due to historical and cultural reasons, the feudal centralization in ancient Myanmar never reached the level of "representing the heaven and governing the people" in ancient China. The king's power was restricted by monks and nobles from all over the country. The power of these monks and nobles was completely unreliable on the existence of the king. The emergence of the Privy Council completely reversed this situation.

The members of the Secret House have great power, but the Privy Council itself has no power. It is actually just a private consultant agency of the king. The only real power is to provide advice to the king. In other words, the Privy Council is just a planet, and its light comes from the illumination of the king's star. If the members of the Privy Council want to expand their power, the only way is to gain the trust of the king and expand the king's power. Such an institution that strengthens the central power of the Kingdom of Burma comes from the hands of a person like Chen Zaixing who is deliberately invading the Kingdom of Burma, which is really ironic.

When Luo Lin was halfway through reading, he suddenly found his younger brother Luo Qin was on the desk, cutting something with a knife, and he couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"No, I'm not doing anything!" Luo Qin was startled and quickly took the knife back to his sleeve and pretended to be nothing. Luo Lin snorted coldly and looked at the table. He saw an elephant carved on the desk.

"Lie! What is this?" Luo Lin stretched out his hand to Luo Qin: "Hurry up, give me the knife!"

Luo Qin stumbled a few words, but in the end he took his sister's majesty and reluctantly handed over the knife in his sleeve. Luo Lin put the knife aside, turned the document in his hand back to the beginning, and prepared to recite it again. Luo Qin boldly complained: "Sister, when we were in Dashun, you said you would go back to Mandalay every day. Is it just to sit here and watch these things every day?"

Luo Lin sighed and put the document aside. He saw his younger brother's handsome face full of distress and confusion. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked his brother's cheek, saying, "Brother, you are the king now, do you understand? The king can no longer be a childish temper. If you don't look at these things, how can you know how to be a good king?"

"I would rather not be a king when I look at these things every day!" Luo Qin lowered his head in frustration. Suddenly he raised his head again, with an excited expression on his face: "Sister, why not be a king. Anyway, you like to see these things. I just give the king's position to you!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Luo Lin's face immediately became serious: "Sister is a woman, how can a woman be a king?"

"This!" Luo Qin grabbed his hair in distress, and suddenly had an idea: "Sister, you are fourteen years old. You can find a husband and let him be the king. Just be the queen!" Speaking of this, Luo Qin slapped his head and said: "Sister, don't you like Mr. Chen? Why don't you marry Mr. Chen, who is knowledgeable and capable, and he will definitely be a good king!"

Hearing his younger brother's words, Luo Lin's cheeks were dizzy. He knocked his younger brother's head with the document in his hand and spat: "What are you talking nonsense? This king is nothing else. You can send it here. Let's talk nonsense, let me not hit you on the butt later!"

Luo Qinsu was in awe of his sister who was four or five years older than him. Seeing that the other party was a little angry, he quickly lowered his head and said he didn't dare. Luo Lin was also throbbing by his younger brother's words, and he couldn't breathe for a while. Luo Qin saw his sister's cheeks dizzy, her eyes were like water, and her hair was like a waterfall, like a heavenly being, and she couldn't help but blurt out: "Sister, you are so beautiful that even the celestial girl around the Buddha is not as good as the one who is around the Buddha. It's important that Mr. Chen likes it!"

"Oh!" Luo Lin sighed lightly, reached out and rubbed his younger brother's head gently, and said, "Brother, Mr. Chen is a native of Dashun Shang, and is also the second-level man. I heard that he had been in Chongwenguan back then. The emperor's disciple, what kind of beauty has never seen! In his eyes, we are just two children!"

"No, my sister is the most beautiful, no one can compare to it!" Luo Qin replied immediately: "Besides, no matter how powerful Mr. Chen is in Dashun, he is just a minister. If he marrys his sister, he will be the Wang Fu. This will be a big difference!"

Luo Qin said this and Luo Lin felt aroused, and he immediately smiled and said, "You are still a child, but you know a lot!"

Luo Qin raised his head unconvincedly: "But didn't my sister just say that I am already a king, and the king is not a child?"

At this moment, someone outside said that Mr. Chen asked for a meeting. Luo Lin was stunned, but unexpectedly, he came when he was talking about him and hurriedly said, "Please invite Mr. Chen in!"

Luo Qin, who was standing aside, smiled and said, "Sister, we just talked about Mr. Chen, and he came. Maybe he was destined to be together!"

"You don't shut up, otherwise Mr. Chen will be terrible!" Luo Lin hurriedly covered his brother's mouth. At this time, Chen Zaixing had already come to the palace and bowed to the two of them, saying, "Foreign ministers meet the two of His Majesties. News has been heard from Bagan. Relying on the power of the previous king, our army won a great victory, the army has reached the city of Bagan, the righteous people have risen, and the pseudo-king has also been executed!"

"What? Is the fake king Meng dead?" Luo Lin stood up subconsciously, grabbed Chen Zaixing in front of him, grabbed Chen Zaixing's right hand, and asked anxiously: "This is serious?"

Chen Zaixing was stunned, carefully pulled his right hand back from Luo Lin's hands, and said respectfully: "That's what the messenger said. Our army's mail-in visit saw the body of the fake king hanging in front of the palace gate. However, the army had not yet entered the city. When the army entered the city, the head of the fake king would be transported back to Mandalay for inspection by the two Majesties!"

Only then did Luo Lin realize that he had lost his composure just now, his cheeks suddenly turned red, but there was a strange sweetness in his heart, and he lowered his head and whispered: "It's up to Mr. Chen to arrange everything!"
Chapter completed!