Chapter 28: Role Transformation

Behind the yellow mantle in Yin'an Hall, Ye Zhaozheng explained to Li Xiaocun the telegram sent to the mission.

"Tell the mediation countries that do not attempt to sell arms in the name of balancing the combat power of the North and South, especially ships. I heard that Yixin has been preparing to organize a delegation to visit various countries to inspect and purchase gunboats. You want Zou Kaizhi to tell them that if they want to reconcile seriously, they must dispel unrealistic fantasies. All the businesses selling weapons to Beijing will be regarded as enemies by Pingyuan Army. The ships sold in Beijing will be intercepted or sunk at all costs, and the losses of personnel and property caused by this will not be responsible."

While listening, Li Xiaocun recorded in his notebook. He gradually realized that this was a good idea to avoid confusing the meaning of the official.

Ye Zhao thought and said again: "Also, I would like to emphasize to Zou Kaizhi that the north and south are divided into rivers and the compensation of 50 million taels of military expenses is the condition for the start of the peace talks, not the bottom line. If the negotiations cannot be carried out on this basis, there is no need to say anything else."

Li Xiaocun nodded repeatedly. Although it is a peace talk now, there are actually wars everywhere, especially in Zhejiang and Fujian. The battle between the Fourth Town and the Huai Army has entered a white-hot stage, and the Northern Dynasties' siege of Dinghai has not been relaxed for a moment.

The Pingyuan Navy Marine Corps took turns to Dinghai to defend the city. Dinghai, the thorn in the throat that the Northern Dynasties saw, became the prince's training ground. There were newly built artillery batteries and dozens of artillery shipped one after another. Dinghai was really as stable as a rock. The Northern Dynasties suffered heavy losses at Dinghai City, and there were no more casualties. Now the offensive is discouraged. Seeing that it is a hard bone that cannot be chewed, how could anyone be willing to die?

"Drink coffee." Hua Ji saw that Li Xiaocun's cup was empty, so she timidly gave her a cup of coffee. She was wearing a small orange short windbreaker with a belt, orange khaki pants, goose yellow embroidered cloth shoes, and was timid and pure and beautiful. Seeing her outfit Ye Zhao couldn't help but remember that the night before yesterday, her heart felt hot. The little girl was ruined by her outfit. Thinking about it, she was really anxious at that time, but in fact, the little girl's delicate body had not yet seen the whole picture. I really wanted to bring her over and love her now.

But this is Yin'an Palace after all, and Ye Zhao is just thinking about it. Even when there was no one just now, he didn't even say a joke to Hua Ji.

Hua Ji and Sharaba, Ye Zhao arranged for them to stay in Sharaba Hotel in one, three, five, seven, nine. The two little girls could go to accompany Sharaba's mother, Hua Ji's grandmother, and 24, four, six, eighty, and eighty. Of course, things should be stable first, at least when Rong'er comes back from Guanyin Mountain.

Ye Zhao never thought about the matter of flag registration. Turning a blind eye to the two is a small weather vane. Moreover, the two are princesses and concubines of the royal family, so they are not so conspicuous. In fact, in Guangzhou, intermarriage among flag citizens has long become a common thing under the market, but no yamen is responsible for it.

As for work, the two little girls in the theater were naturally not to be ruthless. Today, Sharapova went shopping with her mother, and Ye Zhao called Hua Ji to Yin'an Palace as a job.

Seeing Hua Ji delivering coffee, Li Xiaocun stood up in a hurry. Although this little girl looked like a frightened little rabbit, she was so timid that she was the prince's dormitory prince. Ai Ji, how could Li Xiaocun dare to be arrogant?

Ye Zhao smiled, looked at the bell, and said, "It's time for dinner, you can go now."

"Yes." Li Xiaocun bowed and said goodbye.

Ye Zhao immediately looked at Hua Ji and smiled, saying, "Let's go for dinner and go shopping. I love going shopping with my little sister the most."

I really had a vague idea of ​​treating her as my sister in my heart, but after the night before, this idea seemed to become dirty, and the little sister became a love sister, and she felt particularly bullying.

"What do you want to eat?" Ye Zhao smiled and pulled Hua Ji's tender little hand, pulling Hua Ji's little body to him.

Hua Ji lowered her head and whispered: "You, what you eat, Hua Ji, Hua Ji will eat."

Ye Zhao laughed and nodded.

...

In the restaurant on the third floor suite of Sharapova Hotel, Hua Ji and her grandmother were sitting at the mahogany dining table for dinner. Ye Zhao gently pushed open the window and stood at the window to smoke. Seeing two black uniformed policemen riding bicycles and clocks slowly passing by on the long street, Ye Zhao nodded slightly. In the distance, the wooden frames and the sound of jingling buildings were almost a microcosm of the entire Guangzhou city, and even the entire Guangdong-Jiangxi city.

On the mahogany table, there are all Yi people's delicious foods, such as dried fried sea cucumbers, pickled cabbage soup, spicy chicken, tea and rice, etc., which are extremely rich. These are delicious dishes that only the toasts in the tribe can enjoy.

Hua Ji didn't know when the domineering Brother Ye invited a chef who could make Yi cuisine, and sent a hotel to cook for her grandma. She was overjoyed that Brother Ye could take her to have a meal with her grandma.

She kept secretly looking at Ye Zhao's back. Grandma Hua Ji saw her granddaughter's little look, and her eyes softened. She said that her beauty was poor, but she didn't expect that her granddaughter would know His Highness, and she could see that her granddaughter liked him. Perhaps it was because of her kindness that moved the gods, so she would bless her. But she didn't know if this huge blessing would cost her granddaughter's life.

However, even if you can live like this one day and be a woman, you will be willing to die. I just hope that the gods will give you mercy and Mahe Ayi can enjoy a few more years of blessings and not take her life early.

The movement of Grandma Hua Ji and Hua Ji getting up to clean up the dishes woke Ye Zhao who was thinking about the problem. He turned around and was slightly stunned. Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Why did you eat this little?" Ye Zhao took a few bites, hoping that the grandmother and grandchildren would not be restrained and could enjoy this meal well.

"Your Highness, the old woman has finished eating." Although Grandma Hua Ji was a little restrained, her eyes were very kind and close to Ye Zhao. She could tell from her granddaughter's small gestures that her granddaughter must have become the man's person, and Ye Zhao looked at her somewhat like a son-in-law.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Then, Hua Ji, go and wash with grandma. I'll ask someone to clean up here."

"Oh, Hua Ji nodded her little head and held her grandmother and said, "Grandma, let's rinse your mouth."

Grandma Hua Ji patted Hua Ji's hand, and the grandparents and grandchildren walked out slowly.

After Ye Zhao finished smoking this cigarette, the waiter had already cleaned up the restaurant quickly. Hua Ji also walked in. Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Grandma is resting?" He knew that the old man had the habit of taking a nap, and he would have had lunch break today.

"Yes." Hua Ji agreed. Seeing Ye Zhao waved to her, her little face turned slightly red, but she didn't dare to disobey and walked carefully to Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao pointed to the spider-web-like city outside the window and the vaguely visible Guangzhou City, and smiled and said, "Hua Ji, do you know that if you continue to develop accordingly, Paris and London, in the extreme west, may not be as good as Guangzhou."

When Hua Ji saw that he was happy, she was a little happy. Although she didn't understand much, she also pointed her little head.

Ye Zhao just smiled and said, "Brother Ye is in a good mood and has done another errand. How should you, a sister, reward Brother Ye?" Hua Ji said, "I, I don't know." Seeing Ye Zhao's strange smile, Hua Ji's face turned red immediately, and she knew that Brother Ye had such shameful thoughts again.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Why don't you know? Grandma took a nap and wanted you to reward me, right?"

Hua Ji didn't dare to look at Ye Zhao and kept shaking her head.

Ye Zhao smiled and whispered, "Let's go to your and Sharaba's room. Sharaba's sister will come back in the evening, right?" He originally wanted to tease her for a few words, but she could see Hua Ji's beautiful appearance and pure orange charm. When she remembered her obedient little look on the bed, Ye Zhao said, and her voice began to become weird, with a strange trembling.

I took Hua Ji's hand and left the dining room. The living room was decorated in a beautiful way. I leaned against the oil painting corridor. The living room was Grandma Hua Ji, and the room was Sharaba and Hua Ji's room in the west.

Hua Ji didn't dare to refuse to obey, and was pulled into the bedroom by Ye Zhao. The room was filled with a faint fragrance, pink wallpaper, similar to Simmons's big bed. On the bed were hung with colorful oil paintings of two pretty girls Hua Ji and Sharaba dancing together, which was extremely beautiful.

Hua Ji took off her embroidered shoes and went to the bed pitifully. She followed Ye Zhao's instructions: "Come on, this is the case, kneel down, yes..." She knelt gently on the gorgeous and soft big bed, her pretty face was hot, buried in the quilt.

Ye Zhao's nose bleeding was almost spurting out. He stood behind Hua Ji and saw under his tight orange pants. Hua Ji's small buttocks were extremely tempting. A pair of soft little yellow socks rubbed uneasyly. The timid attitude of wanting to greet but rejecting was simply a life-threatening person.

Ye Zhao swallowed saliva after saliva, trying to pounce on her from behind, but he didn't know why he couldn't move. He suddenly shook his head and sat down dejectedly. Why did he feel like he had become the owner of the *** clerk?

Yes, when we came to this era, our moral concepts had changed a lot, but we could never really become a debauchery and inhumane tyrant.

"Hua Ji, get up, come and sit here." Ye Zhao opened the Dutch water on the bottle and drank a few mouthfuls of it. The heat in his heart was slightly extinguished.

Hua Ji got up obediently, put on her shoes, and carefully came to Ye Zhao to sit down. She didn't know what was wrong, and her little face was a little pale.

"Hua Ji, do you think your brother Ye is getting worse and worse?" Ye Zhao looked at Hua Ji.

Hua Ji shook her head quickly.

"Tell the truth." Ye Zhao looked at Hua Ji and said, "You said, am I a big villain? I just want to enjoy your body. I don't know how to care about your feelings. No matter when and where, I will ask you to do this or that. Brother Ye is not a thing, right?"

Hua Ji's face was pale and almost transparent, and she stuttered: "Hua Ji, did Hua Ji do something wrong? Ye, Brother Ye, you, you said too quickly just now, I, I didn't understand how to kneel..."

Ye Zhao squirted out a sip of soda and looked at the little girl helplessly.

Hua Ji lowered her head timidly again and said, "Hua Ji, Hua Ji won't do it next time. Brother Ye, don't be angry..."

Ye Zhao was helpless: "Then, did you feel uncomfortable and unhappy just now?"

Hua Ji shook her head blankly.

Ye Zhao was even more helpless and said, "Then tell me, do you know what happiness is?"

Hua Ji lowered her head and said for a long time: "Brother Ye is happy, Hua Ji is happy." This sentence was lingering in her heart for a long time, and finally she mustered up the courage to say it.

Ye Zhao was stunned, and a tenderness gradually rose. He gently stroked Hua Ji's long and soft hair, and said softly: "Hua Ji, Brother Ye promised you that he will be good to you in the future."

A glimmer of joy flashed in Hua Ji's eyes, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Okay, let's go!" Ye Zhao stood up with a smile. Seeing Hua Ji looking back at the big bed, she smiled and said, "Brother Ye is not so interested today. Don't worry, it's not that you did a bad job."

It wasn't because she had dispelled Brother Ye's pleasure that Hua Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Zhao smiled again and said, "If you have time in the future, Brother Ye will teach you how to read and read, and go to the whole world with your sister Rong'er, matchmaker and sister. Is that okay?"

Hua Ji couldn't understand it very much, so she just nodded.

...

Ye Zhao had just started to take a family to travel, and in the afternoon, the US Consul Machason visited the Prince's Mansion.

Ye Zhao didn't know how the Western names were translated today. Some of them deliberately wanted to move closer to Chinese surnames and translated into Chinese-style names, but the conventional names could only be called this.

Machason is a tall and tall white man in his forties, with sharp brown eyes and very smart at first glance.

After meeting him in the flower hall, exchanged a few greetings, Machason got to the point and said sincerely: "Your Highness, I will not go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and I am here to ask you for help."

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "The Chinese proverb of the Consul is quoted very correctly. Unlike the British Mr. Jazz, who is out of stock and wants to pretend to be a Chinese master."

The most famous figure who claims to be China's communication today is Sir Bahrain of the United Kingdom, the chief representative of the Three Kingdoms mission that advocates peace talks between the north and the south.

Sometimes when communicating with figures from Western countries, Ye Zhao was still a little implicit, but he also showed his dissatisfaction with Bahrain.

A wry smile appeared on McChason's face and said, "I have never had expectations for peace talks between the north and south of your country."

Ye Zhao smiled and asked, "I wonder if I can help the Consul?"

Machasun said: "That's right, a merchant ship in a country broke down in the waters of North Korea and had to dock. It was attacked by those savages at the mouth of the Pyongyang River. Two crew members disappeared. I was anxious and hoped to get the help of the prince to retrieve the crew."

Ye Zhao was slightly stunned, but knew that the so-called ship failure had to dock, just an excuse. It must be that American businessmen were fragile and wanted to trade with the Koreans and were attacked. Unlike Japan, North Korea has always refused to open any ports. Even after the Qing Dynasty suffered a crushing defeat in the Opium War, North Korea still insisted on the policy of closing the country. The West called it a hermit country, but because of its barrenness, the Qing Dynasty was the real vault, and the Western countries did not harasse it too much.

But was the owner of this American merchant ship dazed and how could he think of knocking on North Korea's gates? He suffered a loss at this moment.

"Mr. Machason, first of all, I will correct it. Refusing to trade with your country does not mean that it is a barbarian, it is just a cultural tradition. I think my Qing Dynasty has been absorbing silver from all over the world. If I had not opened the door to do business with you, this situation would continue. I still understand the economic account. Of course, it will also make China more and more behind the world. If this continues, the economy will eventually collapse."

McChason was a little embarrassed and smiled and said, "Yes, Prince, I was wrong."

Ye Zhao said again: "How come the Consul's consul thought of asking me for help? You know, North Korea is still going to Beijing to pay tribute and has been ignoring my notes."

McChason said seriously: "Because I believe that the Prince can truly help our crew, and the Prince is our friend in America."

Ye Zhao smiled and shook his head. In fact, at least in the 19th century, the United States' policy in the Far East was different from other great powers. It was different from Tsarist Russia and Japan, and it was also different from Britain and France. First, it was limited to national strength, and second, the country had just become independent and its spirit of founding did not pursue hegemony.

Seeing Ye Zhao shook his head, Machason was a little anxious: "Prince, as a member of the civilized society, I hope you can help me."

Ye Zhao laughed, and many times Chinese people shook their heads, but it doesn’t mean they were rejecting.

In fact, Ye Zhao could also understand McChason. Nowadays, not to mention in the Far East, his naval power is extremely weak even in the United States. If something happened to the crew in North Korea, the one who could ask for help was the British Far East Fleet; the other was the Chinese.

The British Far East Fleet mobilization, especially when going to sovereign states to provoke or demonstrate, is not something the fleet commander can decide privately, let alone the British in North Korea, because they are afraid that there will be a long coordination process, so McCasson naturally can't wait.

Chinese? Although North Korea has always paid tribute to Beijing, it is obvious that Machasson had dealt with officials from the Northern Dynasties and had no hope for him. Instead, the Southern Dynasties had fleets and civilized values, but they all had a connection with the Koreans. Machasson didn't think about it and chose Ye Zhao as the target for help.

Ye Zhao sipped the coffee and thought that although North Korea has always been a tribute state of the Qing Dynasty, the so-called tribute is just a trade relationship, and the cannon of the king is only good-looking. On the contrary, every time the North Korean envoys tribute, they bring North Korean local specialties, China has to pay several times the value of silver for rebate, and the actual benefits have been rewarded with a lot of money.

Like the Qing Dynasty, North Korea was extremely panicked about the outflow of silver, so it has always adopted a policy of closing the country. Even the silver that was originally able to buy goods to the Qing Dynasty was banned and turned into barter.
To be continued...