Zaiyuan was very touched.

He thought of Jinan again. When he appeared on the other side of the Yellow River as the leader of the Qing Dynasty peace talks delegation, the dock was crowded and lively. Despite this, Zaiyuan was not as touched as today. Because that day, Director Lin in front of him did not personally visit the welcome scene.

Nowadays, he is no longer a hairless phoenix, which is not as good as a chicken. To put it bluntly, it was negotiations at that time, and today, it might be more appropriate to say that he is here to ask for others. In his opinion, the dancing and chirping scenery of the common people does not mean anything. Anyway, he is idle. If he gives a few melons, he doesn't believe that there is any other person who doesn't want to come out for some breath? At this moment, Director Lin's great honor is his great honor to be able to condescend to the gate. At this moment, he naturally remembered the word "old friend" that Director Lin always talks about whenever Director Lin sees him, and he feels warm.

However, what was called Zaiyuan was anxious that Director Lin brought a group of powerful generals to the camp and led them directly to a large room. There, Zaiyuan saw the meal being served.

"Haha, you just want to come at lunchtime. If I don't treat it well, it will make me look too disrespectful to old friends." As soon as the guest host sat down, Lin Haifeng raised his chopsticks and gestured at Zaiyuan and others who were sitting on pins and needles. "Even if there is a big thing, I have to feed my stomach, and the food is too simple. Haha, the table full of Qumocai, mother-in-law and martyrpin, are you making fun of. In wartime, it should be good to be able to eat such a taste. Come on... everyone raises the chopsticks and eat them. Don't be polite."

"Thank you... Thank you... Thank you Director Lin for your kindness," Zai Yuan forced a laugh and reluctantly picked up the chopsticks, "Just..."

Lin Haifeng picked up a chopstick and put it into the large thick porcelain bowl in front of Zaiyuan. "Old friend, are you used to eating the delicacies in the palace and can't enjoy the simple food here?"

"Where...where..." Zaiyuan bowed his hand and said thanks repeatedly, looking at the wild vegetable in the bowl that he could not name, and smiled bitterly, "To be honest, you...ah... because of insufficient preparation, so many people gathered in the palace at once. Although the food could only last for a few days, the meat, vegetables...haha... let alone any delicacies. You must also know that once a place like the capital is cut off, it will be a dead city."

"Haha... Look, I'll just say that no one is better than a thousand days, and no flowers are better than a hundred days. This palace is not like a god-like life, but there are still people who are willing to fight to be that long live," Lin Haifeng smiled at Zuo Zongtang, Chen Yucheng and other generals, and then turned to Zaiyuan, "I know, if you don't give you a good mood, you may find it difficult to swallow any good food."

Seeing the expectant expression on Zai Yuan's face, Lin Haifeng smiled, "Actually, this negotiation may not necessarily be about sitting there properly and having to talk. Since we are all acquaintances, let's see that we can eat and talk while we are just paving the way and speak freely. This environment is very good, and everyone is not distinguishing each other and talking about housework like brothers. It doesn't matter if they make a mistake. After all, it's not too late to regret after eating. Are you saying what I said right?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly improved a lot. In a short period of time, except for the loud chewing sounds of bark, there was no other sound.

"Lin...Director Lin..." Weng Tongjue, who had eaten a few bites, was obviously not very suitable for the title of "Director", and he called a little crappy. He wiped his mouth and looked at Lin Haifeng with his eyes, "I am... Below... Student Weng Tongjue, my father... For the sake of peace talks, my father is now trapped by Yihuan and Bai Wei. Before leaving, Prince Senggelinqin went to their place again, Director Lin..."

"Cough..." Zai Yuan quickly stopped the chopsticks in his hand, glanced at Weng Tongjue, who had begun to choke a little, and coughed fiercely.

Lin Haifeng looked at the speaker with sympathy and nodded. From the introduction at the beginning, he knew that the person who was speaking was the younger brother of Weng Tongshu, the Shandong Censor who surrendered in Dezhou, and the second son of Weng Xincun. Then, he looked at Zaiyuan and smiled, "Mr. Weng Xincun took Cixi's 'decree' to persuade Yihuan and Bai Wei?"

"Yes..." Zaiyuan nodded, and his appetite had just risen weakened again. "But in order to stop our peace talks, Yihuan and Bai Wei detained Lord Weng who went to read the imperial edict of Cixi."

"Senggelinqin went to their place again..." Lin Haifeng lowered his head and fiddled with a piece of tofu in the big bowl in front of him, as if he was talking to himself, "It seems that he is burning..." As he said that, he looked up at Zuo Zongtang, Chen Yucheng and others sitting in a row.

Seeing that Zuo Zongtang and others seemed to have not heard Director Lin's sigh, bowing their heads and just eating without any reaction, Zaiyuan's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, yes, it's really a blazing fire." Zaiyuan had no choice but to turn his gaze back to Director Lin's face.

"Oh... it's not easy for our Red Army soldiers. No wonder no one is willing to take my words," Lin Haifeng shook his head and looked at Zai Yuan and sighed. "I originally thought that every tree and tree in Beijing was very precious. It cannot, and should not be damaged at all. But they said, are the lives of us people not as good as those broken bricks and tiles? Think about it, is there anything more important than living? I also know that the soldiers have already been full of energy, either not to hit him or just hit him with great pleasure."

"Lin...Director Lin, you can't beat him..." Zai Yuan was shocked and his chopsticks fell to the ground. He didn't care about picking them up. "Along with the chaos, the capital will face an unprecedented catastrophe."

"What else?" Chen Yucheng answered his words at this time, "As long as we finally recover the whole world, we can start all over again if we break up."

"I can't start over..." Zai Yuan was so anxious that he sweated on his forehead. "Some things cannot start over. Whether it is the palace, the royal palace, or the temple... what is flowing here is not the hard work of you Han people and OEMs!"

"But the terms of this peace talks..." Lin Haifeng looked at Zai Yuan who was anxious and shook his head gently, "We had already mentioned it in Jinan, but you just don't want to accept it. We... how can we force others to do something?"

"Director Lin..." Zaiyuan's head heated up and his eyes shone, "I really want to hear your current terms again?"

"Terms?" Lin Haifeng looked at Zaiyuan with some incomprehension, "Does the terms need to be said? Isn't it been repeated many times in Jinan?"

Oh my godmother! Zaiyuan's heart, which was beating rapidly, breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

"However, at that time, due to your obstacles, there was no time to discuss the details," Lin Haifeng bent down and picked up the chopsticks on the ground, pulled out the handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it carefully, and placed it again in front of Zaiyuan, whose face went from white to red, and from red to white. "You must confess to the people of the world in the name of Tongzhi, repent for your shameless occupation and barbaric rule over the land of China for more than 200 years, and repent for you to turn a splendid culture of the Chinese nation with a long history into a genuine slave culture... Of course, after Tongzhi announced his abdication, he would eliminate the war criminals and the royal family.

His members and the Celestial Government will make proper arrangements. In our Tianjing, the Celestial Government has prepared a suitable residence for them, where, over time, they will gradually transform from vampires attached to the people into one of the self-reliant people. In addition, the Eight Banners, military, civilians, bureaucrats, and nobles in the inner city of Beijing, except for those who have a skill and are indeed useful to stay, or can support their own families, the rest must go to various resettlement sites in stages and batches to engage in the same life as all people…”
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