After Zhu Youlang ordered to summon him, a Portuguese with red hair and blue eyes followed the eunuch into the Ganqing Palace.

This Portuguese obviously had never seen such a magnificent building, and was really shocked by the momentum of the Tian family.

Emperor Wanli once wrote a poem.

There is one sentence in it that if you don’t see the imperial residence, how can you know that the emperor is respected?

Although it is a singular and arrogant element, it is not completely unreasonable to think about it carefully.

Nanjing Forbidden City is more majestic than Beijing Forbidden City.

It is no wonder that the Portuguese was shocked.

"Dear Emperor of Ming Dynasty, the foreigner Joaquin Fernandez Santos Ret came to pay a visit."

He knelt on one knee and performed a common etiquette in Europe.

Zhu Youlang did not blame him. If it were those stubborn emperors, they would have to kneel down.

Zhu Youlang smiled and said, "You are very good at Chinese, but your name is too long. I am very difficult to pronounce. I will call you Huajin."

Hua Jin was surprised and said, "How did your Majesty know that my name is Hua Jin?"

Zhu Youlang said lightly: "In your Taixi, the order of surnames and names is exactly the opposite of our Ming Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, the surname is in front of the first and the name is behind. In Taixi, the name is in front of the first and the surname is behind. When you read it, Huajin is in front of the first, so I understand that this is your name."

Hua Jin was very surprised after hearing this.

He never thought that in the far east, there would be people who knew their Europa customs so well.

He even knows the order of his name and surname.

What is even more surprising is that this man was also the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

In Joaquin's impression in Europa, the kings of all countries were a group of gangsters who were not concerned about politics and waited for death.

It is very rare for those who are knowledgeable like the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty is so knowledgeable."

Joaquin sincerely exclaimed.

"This is nothing. I also know that you Portuguese and Spaniards are neighbors, both on the Iberian Peninsula."

Zhu Youlang said with a smile.

"How about it, is it the first time I heard this name in Daming?"

Now Hua Jin's eyes were staring like cowbells.

Because when Zhu Youlang said this, he did not use Chinese, but authentic Portuguese!

"We Han people have a saying that the local accent does not change and the hair is weak. Can my Portuguese sentence be more standard?"

Zhu Youlang spoke Chinese again, his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze.

"The standard is really too standard. Your Majesty's language talent is really amazing."

Although before coming, Joaquin learned that the Emperor of Ming was a Christian, he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night, he didn't think that the Emperor of Ming could speak Portuguese.

No one could think so.

This is not a blessing from Joaquin. Zhu Youlang must not speak Portuguese.

But Zhu Youlang's soul comes from later generations. At that time, Zhu Youlang went to Europe to study. Although he spent most of his time in Italy, he had been to the Iberian Peninsula for half a year and had some knowledge of Portuguese and Spanish.

Although it cannot reach the level of Italian, there is no problem dealing with daily life.

Zhu Youlang talks to Joaquin in Portuguese to get into a relationship.

After all, the gap between the envoys of the vassal state and the king of a country is too big. If Zhu Youlang did not do this, I am afraid that Hua Jin would always be shrouded in fear.

But a single word of Joaquin's native language can easily resolve this nervous feeling.

"I know that you Portuguese and Spaniards are in harmony, similar to our Southern and Southern Dynasties."

In fact, Zhu Youlang knows that there is still a fundamental difference between the two.

Just to find an analogy, the Southern and Northern Dynasties are the most direct examples he can imagine.

"Why are you here to ask for me?"

The distance has also been closer, so it is natural to talk about the serious matters next.

"Your Majesty, I come to see you to get rid of the Shang family's control over us."

Hua Jin said straight to the point without hesitation.

"Oh? Is your monk's family not in good condition?"

In fact, Zhu Youlang thinks this should be a very reasonable thing.

Because Shang Kexi's personality is the kind of self-righteous type.

Not to mention these Portuguese people, even if the Pope or Cardinal came to the Ming Dynasty in person, Shang Kexi would not look at them directly.

"Your Majesty, you can still treat us like slaves, and order us to rush to make firearms day and night, and they also forbid us to build churches."

Speaking of this, Joaquin was very excited: "Preaching is our freedom. We come to the East to preach. What power does he have to interfere with our freedom?"

If Joaquin could tolerate anything else, he could not tolerate this matter no matter what.

This is also the biggest contradiction between the Portuguese monk's family in the rich realm.

After thinking about it, Hua Jin and others felt that only Mingjun could help them.

As long as the Emperor of Ming Dynasty could send troops to attack the Shang family and take back Guangdong, this Christian emperor would definitely help the Folangji people preach.

At least it won't stop it.

Zhu Youlang basically understood this after hearing this.

After all, Shang Kexi still doesn’t understand foreigners.

These missionaries traveled thousands of miles to the East just to preach.

Not allowing them to preach is even more uncomfortable than killing them.

Shang Kexi, a warlord, blindly believed in brute force, and thought that the big fist was the truth.

Not only did they not allow Joaquin and others to preach, they also tried their best to squeeze the Portuguese and ordered them to rush to make firearms day and night.

This also aroused strong resistance from the Portuguese.

But his arms could not resist his thighs, so how could thousands of Portuguese be the opponents of tens of thousands of Qing troops?

This gap cannot be made up for even firearms.

That's why Hua Jin puts his hopes on Zhu Youlang, hoping that the Ming Emperor could help them move Shang Kexi.

Of course, all this is because of the good momentum of the Ming army in the past one or two years.

If the Ming army had not taken over the rich land of Jiangnan so quickly, Hua Jin and others would not have been moved.

Things are so realistic.

"I can send troops to fight Shang Kexi, but not now."

Zhu Youlang's words were airtight and he couldn't find any mistakes.

"But I need to cooperate with you too."

Zhu Youlang raised his requests one by one.

After hearing this, Huajin felt that he could accept it.

At least it wouldn't be as rude and rude as Shang Kexi.

"Then we are waiting for good news from His Majesty the Emperor."

Hua Jin bowed Zhu Youlang again and said respectfully.

For Zhu Youlang, it must be a good thing for Huajin to come to him on his own initiative.

Only with competition can there be bargaining power. If Zhu Youlang put all the treasures on the Spaniards, he will inevitably be underpriced.

And if a Portuguese joins in, the proactive party will become Zhu Youlang.

Although the Portuguese may not be as rich as the Spanish, they have craftsmen to make firearms.

This can be worth the money.

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Chapter completed!