Chapter 13: Poland will not perish (《》)

The sunshine in the early winter afternoon spreads a little bit of limited enthusiasm. Under the faint clouds, some yellow fields are like a broken felt covering the body of Mother Earth.

The young master of the Lubomierski family is indeed as unique as in the information. He did not live in the traditional Chinese and beautiful houses of the nobles in Poland, but chose an ordinary country house. There were only a tree-lined avenues and porch in front of the main house, and surrounded by farms and houses of hired farmers.

In the large living room, the tall fireplace decorated with tiles is on fire. The rosin aroma of juniper is mixed with rose petals, lavender and rosemary, which always makes people feel intoxicated. According to convention, the walls of the room are decorated with various exquisite antiques, knight's armor, heavy swords with both hands, battle flags of the Napoleon Polish Legion, and the family badges wearing crowns are almost purely composed of red and white. They are typical Polish style, hanging in the most conspicuous place, showing the history of the oldest and most prominent family in Poland and the Polish throne.

The styles of furniture vary. According to Paul's explanation, these are the dowry of generations of brides, and the styles were influenced by the popularity of the time. These furniture, portraits of ancestors on the walls, and other monuments represent the nostalgia of the Polish aristocrats for past history.

Zheng Yu understood this nostalgia and sorrow. Since it was divided up at the end of the 18th century, Poland has not truly surrendered despite sinking for a hundred years. The grassland customs that yearn for freedom in the blood have been silently fermenting in all classes of this country.

Keshan, Paul and Ding Xinyi have been arranged to wait in the hall next to her. As the elite heir to the noblest family of Poland, Lyukichi naturally speaks fluent English. This person has long been identified by the General Intelligence Bureau, has the ability, resources, and ambitious, is a firm Polish nationalist, and has even had contact with some informants of the General Intelligence Bureau. After repeated exchanges and temptations, Zheng Yu was able to confirm that the 35-year-old young man opposite was not a simple person. This person's depth and wisdom are enough to assume some important responsibilities and play some role in future wars. What Zheng Yu has to do now is to find out his bottom and strive to pull him into his own chariot.

"Dear Pan (a respectful title of Polish nobles), praise your great family and praise the great Polish nation." Zheng Yu spoke carefully, "When you see your outstanding person, even though you are a businessman, you can't help but want to ask for advice."

Zheng Yu believed that the exquisite Polish nobleman opposite must have guessed his true intentions. But since he was so calm and communicating with him without being humble or arrogant, it naturally showed his attitude. So he decided to get to the point.

Sure enough, the Polish nobleman opposite just smiled slightly: "Your Excellency, please speak."

"The Lubomierski family was the Grand Marshal of Poland in the past, and there were countless people who had not been involved in the king's affairs in the past dynasties. His ancestor Prince Jezsebastian Lubomierski repeatedly defeated the Duchy of Moscow and the Cossacks of the Don River, which was awesome in Europe. When I was young, I read it and I always closed the book and wished I could see the heroic figure of His Highness."

Zheng Yu paused here, but saw that although Liu Jiqi on the opposite side was reserved, he also had a look of expression, knowing that he had touched the itchy place of this Polish nobleman.

"One hundred years ago, the Poniatov royal family lost his country and went into exile in Britain and France. The Polish king should follow the customs and be respected. The noble family should inherit the Polish throne. You are also the well-deserved prince." Zheng Yu paused and found that the muscles on the opposite side of Liujiqi's face twitched slightly. "However, the Tsar was unable to fill his desires, and he forced the Polish crown and turned the glorious Poland into a Russian colony. Although he was in Poland for a short time, it was heartbreaking to witness the broken mountains and rivers of your country and the great humiliation of the people."

"Mr. Chen's words are serious." Liu Jiqi's face was gloomy, but his voice was still calm.

"The regret of Poland is completely from the heart, just because China is almost the Poland of the East. Two hundred years ago, China also became a great power in the East to a place where the Jurchen tribes herd horses were herding horses. The miserable situation of the people was even more severe than that of Poland. However, His Majesty, I, raised my divine power to restore the rivers and mountains, built an independent nation-state, and promoted justice and justice in the fertile soil of the East. Here we came to Eastern Europe, and witnessed the splendor of Polish civilization and the heroic power of the people. Thousands of Polish people yearned for independence and freedom as the rain of long drought."

"Your Highness comes from a famous family, talented and civil and military, and is even more supported by knowledgeable people in Poland." Zheng Yu stared at the other party in a blind eye, "Why is your Highness unable to follow our China, contact the patriots, raise the banner of freedom to restore his hometown, and save the people from water and fire? This is something I can't understand."

Liu Jiqi's face was gloomy, she put down her coffee and stared at Zheng Yu: "Who is the hell?"

Zheng Yu looked at him without any concession: "It doesn't matter who you are. What matters is whether you know who you are! Even though you are not talented, you know the country's hatred and family hatred. You should repay it with iron blood. A dignified Polish royal family descendants are willing to see their subjects as slaves from other races and live in the countryside. This is not what heroes do, but they are actually women."

After saying that, he started drinking coffee, and seemed to never look at Liu Jiqi opposite him again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a hint of humiliation and anger on the other person's face.

"Your Excellency, my country's affairs will be handled by His Majesty's servants." After a while, Lyukichi spoke slowly, "His Majesty the Tsar is the king of Poland and has been recognized by all nations. The so-called royal inheritance is naturally the inheritance of His Majesty's Majesty. Although my country is quite turbulent this year, Your Majesty is the father of the people of Russia and has always been charitable to all people. My country and people respect it deeply. How can we rebel?"

"Oh?" Zheng Yu glanced at the other party with playfulness, "Along the way, German Poland has developed industry and commerce, and people's lives are still acceptable; but Russian Poland, starving people are everywhere, beggars are everywhere, and tax-resistant orphans are carried by the orphans of the sneered tax, and retired Russian veterans are poor and destitute. The Russian emperor's gendarmess is rampant, and the tax collector is like a hungry tiger roaring on the street. This situation is still a disappointment, even though he is a guest from a foreign country, he is still heartbroken. But is the highness sitting high and sleeping here, is it really gone, or is it blind to you?"

"The Polish people are really willing to be the Tsar's hawk? Pisusky of the Polish Socialist Party has long established a Socialist Party combat group in Krakow, established military academies, trained personnel, and prepared to restore the country. This person is just a declining noble in Poland and has ambition to save the country. As a Polish nobleman and a descendant of the royal family, does his priest have to stand by? Now the public opinion in Poland is buzzing, and thousands of subjects regard the Tsar's royal family as enemies, but only one person is needed, like General Dongbrovsky of that day, who will command the world? Who else can do this?"

Zheng Yu saw the young man opposite him begin to show his depressed anger, and the topic changed.

"I know very well that Your Highness has devoted himself to the National Democratic Party to participate in Polish independence, but Demovsky and others participated in the Tsar and turned into a Tsar's lackey. Your Highness angrily left the party and lived in seclusion in the countryside. I respect Your Highness's sincerity in his sincere heart to the Polish country and nation, and I come to visit him. After meeting today, I know that the rumors were wrong."

At this moment, Lyuki could no longer hold it back and shouted angrily: "Who is yours? What's the point of coming here?"

Zheng Yu smiled slightly: "I regard Your Highness as a confidant, but Your Highness regards me as a grudge. I have said this. If Your Highness still has the heart of independence in Poland, I will speak out all the things I know; if Your Highness still wants to live in vain, I will just look at the hero incorrectly."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Liujichi opposite him with a steady look. Liujichi slowly closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa. His face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Abruptly, a low and thick baritone sounded in the room.

Although Zheng Yu's voice was low, it was full of strength and passion. This military song written by Joseph Vaidge more than a hundred years ago when Poland was destroyed, resounded throughout Poland during the two Polish uprisings in 1830 and 1863, inspiring a group of Polish patriots to sacrifice themselves and devote themselves to the cause of national liberation against the Russian rulers. For decades, under the high pressure of the Tsar, this song was also strictly prohibited, but at this moment, it was sung by a Chinese young man with black hair and black eyes with emotion.

Zheng Yu noticed that a complex light appeared in Liujiqi's eyes, and his expression gradually became solemn, and began to emit a strange light. The heir of the Polish family finally began to put down his mask in this exciting singing. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and began to sing in a low voice, and his eyes began to turn red.

This Polish national anthem that was sold in later generations, which was hyped and sold, finally broke the defense of this Polish nobleman with the interpretation of Zheng Yu, the "match bully".

Zheng Yu’s heart is Da’an: Poles are really a nation that is easy to be emotional and a nation that likes music.
Chapter completed!