Chapter 204: The Way of the Subordinates (1)

Because it was Henderson's birthday and private events did not have to be carried out in a big way, so a few friends were invited to the consulate to gather in the smallest range. Apart from Henderson's colleagues, the only ones invited were the envoys from various countries in China. Zaichun, as a Chinese colleague, was also attended.

Henderson and his wife were wearing dresses, shook hands with Zai Chun, and smiled and introduced him and his wife, "This is my wife, Elizabeth."

"I'm honored to meet you, madam." Zai Chun studied in Germany for many years and was very good at speaking English, but she was not as skilled as Zai Ying. But it was still not a problem for communication.

Elizabeth is about fifty years old, with fair skin, high nose and concave eyes, a pair of green eyes, long chestnut hair, revealing her slender neck, the young man opposite him picked up his hand and kissed him, bent down slightly to salute, "My honor, Your Highness."

"Oh, this is my gift." Zai Lun waved his hand and said that the servants who were beside him presented the gift, which was a treasure in the mansion, a small double-eared porcelain vase from the blue and white Yuan Dynasty.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Henderson has been in China for many years and is not unfamiliar with Han culture. He knows that this time the gift is quite expensive and he is a little excited. However, his wife is not sure what. Seeing the tiny cracks on both sides of the bottle, she is a little unhappy: What is this? It looks like it is broken!

"Please go here, Your Highness. I will introduce you to some friends." Henderson enthusiastically pulled the arm of the bun and walked into the hall. "This is Mr. Sanchez and his wife of the Portuguese Ambassador to your country; this is Mr. Pearson and his wife of the military attaché of the Swedish Embassy in China..."

After a series of introductions, Zaichun's ears were filled with languages ​​from various countries. Whether he could understand them or not, he had to squeeze out a smile and nodded in agreement.

Henderson took him around and went back to the center of the hall. Before the dinner officially began, he took two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray and handed it to the bun, "I received a telegram from St. Petersburg yesterday."

Zaichun was cheered up, and this was the news he was most eager to know, "Oh?"

"In principle, our country agrees with the conditions of His Majesty the Emperor of your country, but the specific details must be left to be negotiated in the future."

Zai Chun was stunned. The British were not satisfied with a futile meal? What conditions should I discuss? "Can you please tell me about the ambassador?"

"Oh, sorry, Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but there is no debate in my country yet, so everything will be known in detail after our country sends a special envoy to China in the future." Henderson explained a few words and said again, "But I heard that the Minister of Foreign Affairs meant that the British Empire's interests in Japan would be affected after being ceded to your country by a large tract of land."

Zaichun listened quietly, without saying a word, "... Moreover, there are other complaints about your country's preparation to move all the Japanese within the scope to the mainland."

"Why is this?"

"I think I'm still worried..." Henderson suddenly closed his mouth and nodded to him, "Oh, Miss Pearson, hello."

Zai Lan looked back and saw a girl standing taller than him standing behind the two people with a smile. One of her cheeks raised slightly, as if there was something hidden in her cheeks that could not be swallowed. But he knew that it was not like that, the girl just gave birth to such a deformed face. "Good evening, Miss Pearson."

"Good evening, Your Highness." The woman said in German, "You can speak German, aren't you?"

"Yes," Zaichun changed into more fluent German and started talking to the other party. Henderson couldn't understand it, so he winked at him with tactfulness and turned around and left.

The news from Henderson made Zaichun feel a little urgent, and the chat with Pearson became hesitant. The woman soon discovered that he was absent-minded, and after a few perfunctory words, he turned around and left.

Zai Luan raised his hand to look at his watch. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Even if he left, he couldn't enter the imperial city at all. There was no need to mention reporting the matter to his father. Thinking of this, he gradually felt relieved.

This banquet lasted until the end of the hour of the year. After drinking a few glasses of foreign wine, his mind was a little swollen. He left the embassy door. He was blew by the cold wind coming from the night and woke up a lot. "Prepare a sedan chair and go home!"

After resting for a night, Zai Meng got up early the next morning. His concubine was the daughter of Wu Chongxi, who had been the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple. Wu Chongxi was from Haifeng, Guangdong, and was born in Hanlin. He was the prefect of Chenzhou, Henan. Later, he was transferred to Beijing for use. He was always smelly and odorless. No one could have imagined that the cold pot had a hot chestnut, and the emperor actually asked his eldest son to marry his family's daughter!

Mrs. Wu is very virtuous and upholds the moral character of a woman. She never talks more and does not move less. After passing the family, the young couple has a very good relationship, and it has been several months since then.

The wife served him to change her clothes and asked in a low voice, "It snowed last night. Are you still going out today?"

Although Zai Chun is young, he is very steady. He has not been very lively since he was a child. Now that he has grown up, he has entered the yamen to do business, and he still has a dull temperament. After eating breakfast, he sat upright on the Grand Master's chair, concentrating and meditating. He heard his wife ask twice, then he nodded slowly, "Ah, I have to go out. I'll take a break, and I have to leave now."

"Can't you be more comfortable in this weather?" Mrs. Wu said, turning around and shouting: "Chunying!"

Chunying brought a bag and untied it. It was a new purple mirror fur fur. Mrs. Wu held the collar and put it in her hand. Chunying said, "Can Mr. Beizi change the fur fur? It's too cold outside."

Zai Lan couldn't bear to refute his wife's kindness, put on heavy clothes, "Prepare the car!"

"It's cold outside,..." Mrs. Wu sorted out her clothes for her husband and brought another tip, "There are cut ginseng slices here. If you feel cold, chew two."

"I'm in good health, not afraid."

"Are you prepared for any trouble?" Mrs. Wu said, "Oh, it's the fourth day of the New Year today. If someone comes to greet you..."

"Just say I'm out, there's no need to say anything else."

"yes."

After a while, the rear gear was ready, and Zaiying came out in the snow and ordered, "Go outside the city and go up to the Sixth Master's Mansion."

When the negotiations with the Japanese were not settled before Yi New Year, the emperor suddenly became ill. The emperor sent an imperial physician to diagnose it. It was a typhoid fever disease. This disease was the most troublesome. He stayed in the sick for a long time and did not improve until the Chinese New Year. The emperor felt sorry for King Gong for many years and followed Yan Jingming's old examples and did not allow anyone to visit the mansion. He also issued a special order to let him rest in the imperial garden in Xiaotangshan outside the city, exempting him from all the etiquette of congratulations in the New Year, thinking that he was recuperating.

After resting for half a month, Yi's illness was relieved a lot and he wanted to return to the city. However, he came here to recuperate under the order. Even if he wanted to return to the city, he had to ask for an order and decide. But it was already the New Year, and it was not a military and national event. He could not alarm the emperor, so he had to endure it for a few more days.

There was a heavy snow at night. After dawn, it was the cold weather after the snow, but the air was excellent. Yi Yu, accompanied by Fangfujin, was wearing a thick mink fur, and was walking under the garden in the garden. The six-year-old Zaifeng ran around, extremely naughty.

Zaifeng was originally the son of Yihuan. The emperor issued an order to adopt him as his heir. The little baby who was aged broke away from An Da and the nanny and left a string of happy laughter in the snow, "Ama, look? How fun is it?"

"Be careful, don't be frozen!" Yi Lian said softly. Zai Cheng's death was a lifelong sadness for him, but no matter how sad he was, he had already rejected the father-son relationship for this unfilial son before his death. Moreover, he was still young at that time and could not feel the joy of father-son. However, Zaifeng's arrival made him feel safe and joyful. He felt that as long as he could often hear his cheerful laughter in the rest of his life, looking at his running little body, it would be enough to comfort his life.

Seeing the child fall, he climbed up with a wheel, patted the snow on his body, and played happily as if nothing had happened. The couple looked at each other and smiled, "Feng'er? Come, let Ama see, is he injured?"

"No, no!" Zaifeng chirped and ran to Ama, "Ama, my son will make you a snowman? Are you okay with your son?"

"Feng'er, you Ama is sick and you are not well-behaved yet. Go and play by yourself."

"Oh!" Zaifeng responded obediently, and ran away.

A servant came to report on this side, "Prince, the fifth master is here. He said he wanted to wish the prince a New Year. It is difficult for the servants to stop him..."

While speaking, Yi Qi stalked over and greeted him with a smile, "Lao Liu, is your body better?"

"It's much better, Brother Fifth, why are you here in this cold day?"

Yi Qi looked at his brother who had not seen for many days. Yi was still a little weak in illness, and his face turned pale. It made people feel distressed when he saw it, "Lao Liu, it wasn't me who said you, the emperor had already said that you would relax your way of civil and military affairs. You are almost fifty years old, so you can't fight like this in the future."

"Yes, Wu uncle, you are his brother, so you have to persuade him more." Prince Gong Fangfu Jin interrupted, "The court has so many things to the prince..."

"Okay, what do you know?" Yi rudely interrupted Fang Fujin's words. The two brothers turned around and walked in, talking as they walked, "Are the family good? Are the sister-in-law and nephews good too?"

"Everything is fine, all is fine." Yi Qixu helped him, entered the upper room, and sat down on his own, "By the way, why did you get out of the city in this cold day?"

"Isn't it because of the Qingyi Garden project?"

"What?"

"Aren't Tingshan and Lei Tingchang?" Yi Qiong smiled bitterly and started talking to him.


Chapter completed!