The voice was crisp, and it felt like the sound of the oriole. With her sweet expression, the emperor had already sweetened his heart before drinking honey. But Yu was always there, but he didn't wait for him to ask for permission. He had already turned his waist and brought a small blue and white porcelain jar with lightened honey water. At this time, the palace maid around him also helped to force out the tea juice from the cover bowl, and faced one-third of the honey water. She took it over, pulled the handkerchief to wipe the tea stains on the edge of the cup, and Fang Shi held it with both hands.

"It's quite delicious!" The emperor took a sip, took another sip, and drank half of it one after another. "You said you can give it to them, and you will serve chrysanthemum tea in this way in the future."

"yes!"

"Last month, my throat was uncomfortable and I also drank chrysanthemum tea, and I felt it was not as good as this one." The emperor smiled and looked at the sky outside. It was getting darker: "I am a little tired, let's take a break early."

"Yes." Yu Chang ordered the palace maids in the palace who were responsible for the "subsiding beds and tents" to prepare to place them, tidy up the soft kang, and then asked the emperor to go up to the kang, and took off his court clothes and only wore the closest little cloak. He pulled over a thin brocade quilt to cover his blushing face.

After a night, the bees and butterflies suddenly became crazy, and the phoenix was in a flash. The emperor naturally wanted to die. Fei Mo also went from birth to mature, and he suddenly let go of his arms. He was lingering with the man on his body. He was filled with countless smooth and beautiful things.

The next morning, when the emperor met with the Military Affairs Office, he once again raised the question of the candidate for the minister: "Since Li Shang is unwilling to go, it is not easy to force others to do anything. I think, let Lao Liu go once, what do you think?"

"The Sixth Master is a noble man, and the First Emperor Xue Yin is the right person to handle this matter." Qi Junzao said first and then suppressed: "But the Sixth Prince has no experience in the Westernization Affairs, and the British are also repetitive, which is hard to understand. As the Emperor's brother, Liu Ye must..."

"Qi Xiang, you don't think the British would take this opportunity to discuss anything illegal to Lao Liu, right?"

"I dare not."

"Don't worry, Lao Liu is my younger brother. I care more about him than anyone else. If there is really any danger, I will never allow him to go to the danger."

Listening to the emperor's words like Pili Yangqiu, Qi Junzao was shocked. After more than a year of ascending the throne, the emperor's affairs were fair in government affairs and won the hearts of the people. However, his handling of some mistakes and omissions that are close to people is really scary! Mu Zhanga, Chen Fuen did not mention it, He Guiqing just said a wrong sentence in the Nanshu Room and was deprived of his post. There was no favor to say!

Sometimes when I was quiet at night, the old man knew very clearly that this was a sinister and merciless man like Emperor Gaozong. Whenever I met, I had to think carefully before speaking, for fear that if I made a mistake, I would have an unexpected power! Thinking of this, he did not dare to think about it anymore, so he quickly took off his big hat and kowtowed: "I have made a mistake, please punish me."

"Let's discuss the matter." The emperor smiled unabashedly: "If you are the envoy, let Lao Liu go, and let him gain more knowledge and learn more about his experience. Please discuss the candidates for the deputy envoy?"

"Gentiles come to the court to welcome and see us off. As usual, they are the responsibilities of the Lifan Academy. I think that is it that Jian sent the Minister of the Lifan Academy to accompany the prince and act as the deputy envoy?"

"Shangshu of Lifanyuan, is it Guiliang? I remember that he is Lao Liu's father-in-law?"

"I am talking about the deputy envoy who went to Tianjin to negotiate with the British. I don't know who he is."

Since the emperor ascended the throne, he had never confronted him in person like this. He raised his eyebrows! He was determined to scold him on the spot, but he felt that it would definitely be a big joke that would cause a sensation in the world when it was spread. The tone of the tone calmed down again: "Who else?"

"I think," Zhou Zupei also made a comment from the side: "What we are tangled with when the British enters Beijing this time is nothing more than the word "ritual law". So I think that Lord Li from the Ministry of Rites should be sent together."

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"It was the Lord Li Tang's rank whom the emperor issued an edict to visit the virtuous last year, and I did not take it as a pretentious recommendation."

"Okay. Don't avoid revenge outside, and don't avoid relatives inside. Let Li Tangjie go with you." The emperor nodded in appreciation, his heart moved, and he remembered him a person: "I last year..." He spoke quickly for a moment, almost saying that he left the palace in a slight manner after the New Year. Although this matter is not a secret in Beijing, it is always embarrassing to talk about it when he met the Military Affairs Office.

Now he took back his words and continued: "...I met Li Hongzhang, a Jinshi in Ding Mo, who was young and promising. I think he should go with him for the errand this time. Many things can be done by young people? Also, let the Cabinet Bachelor's Bachelor's Day?

"Yes! I will immediately draft an order after I wait."

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The hull was gently shaken by the waves, but Lord Birmingham was not sleepy at all and was thinking randomly. The Chinese emperor allowed the British delegation to take a boat to the sea outside Dagukou, Tianjin, and would send officials to the ship to discuss the details of entering the city with them. He was surprised.

Not only him, but the news that he had returned to the local area through the Indian Telegraph Company also surprised the government: The Chinese are famous for their stubbornness, how could they suddenly allow the British who had never stepped into their capital to enter the city? Is it another strategy to delay time?

However, the British had high expectations for being able to enter the capital of China. The only question was what kind of etiquette should be adopted when saluting the Chinese emperor.

After the crow, the British fully realized the incompetence of the Chinese government. The proud empire was no longer the nation that begged for the two trades to increase the two; China was no longer the country that had trade volume accounting for more than a quarter of the world.

This time he came from his hometown to Asia, and there was no need to talk about it all the way. He took a boat from India to Hong Kong. He first met Wen Han, carefully asked about the consultations in Jiangning, China last year, and then talked about the negotiations in Tianjin.

Wen Han didn't know what the Chinese were thinking, and the opinions that the two people could communicate were limited, but one thing was certain: when the Chinese emperor summoned him, he could not kneel down. If the other party repeatedly requested and refused to let him go, he would at most be allowed to kneel down on one knee. This is the bottom line for the government brought back from Birmingham from this country to enter Beijing this time, the capital of the Qing Empire, when he paid homage to the Qing emperor.

Wen Han was in China for a long time. Although he had been living in Hong Kong, he also knew the respect and fear of the emperor of the subjects in this country. After listening to the special envoy's remarks, he was a little confused: Can the one-knee landing ceremony meet the requirements of the Chinese?

After thinking about it for a while, he got up and put on a dress and opened the hatch door: "Sir? Are there anything you need?" The guard standing guard at the door turned around and asked.

"Nothing, I want to walk on the deck."

"Let me notify Mr. Wenhan?"

"You go and see if your Lord has rested? If not, please ask him to come to the deck. Colonel Hober, if possible, please ask him to come. Finally, can you pour me a cup of lemon black tea?"

"Of course, sir, of course."

Soon, footsteps sounded behind him, and Wenhan and a tall middle-aged man walked out of the cabin: "Mr. Special Envoy (His Excellency Lord)?"

Birmingham glanced back and said, "Good evening, Mr. Colonel, my dear friend."

Wenhan didn't mention that the tall man was Colonel James Hober, the captain of the Harmish crack ship (cruiser) they were riding on this time. He was a big guy, and even blocked the small man behind him and the servant just now. Until he left the hatch, the two people behind appeared under the light. The servant gave them lemon black tea and bowed and retreated.

"Whenever I see the sea, I always think of my hometown. Manchester is the most beautiful in this season. The docks are filled with goods from India, China, and Africa, and countless workers are busy at the docks day and night. Gentlemen, don't you think that our country is more vital than such a lifeless country?"

"What about this time? Will you waste manpower and material resources in vain like in previous years?"

"I think, probably not?" This time, Alitu, the then Minister of Shanghai, spoke. When he heard someone talking outside the cabin, he also walked out: "Has the Governor of China told us too? This time the Chinese attach great importance to our arrival, and this time we came to express our respect to their dead emperor. Gentlemen, you must know that in China, respect for our ancestors is the most worthy of morality!"

"Hehe..." Birmingham slowly picked up the teacup and stirred the slices of lemon soaked in it with a spoon: "Morality? Do Chinese people also have this kind of God-given virtue?"
Chapter completed!