Merry Evil Zun Xiuxian Ji

"Your Majesty, the envoy of Frangji has arrived."

In the empty hall, Chongzhen, sitting on the throne, nodded.Chongzhen didn't want to see the ministers at this time, so there were no ministers in the hall except the eunuchs and guards.

Three white-skinned foreigners with eagle noses and deep eyes of different heights walked into the hall.The sound of leather boots echoed in the hall, piercing the tranquility of the hall, which made Chongzhen frown slightly!

Two of them were wearing black missionary robes, and their figures looked a bit thin.The skin is even more unhealthy and pale. The other is a gorgeous aristocratic costume. He is tall and full of beards. The skin on his body may often be exposed to the sun, so it is dark and bright. , very brave.

Before they came to Daming, they had never seen such a palace, even though it took a full 120 years, the St. Pale...

The holy religion must take root here, spread the gospel of God to every inch of land here, and turn all the people here into the most devout children of God.This was the only thought on the minds of the two missionaries at this moment.

If the Holy Cult wanted to take root in this land, it would not be too difficult to conquer the young Ming Emperor on the throne first.

"Your Majesty the Emperor." The first missionary to walk was named Kyle. He had cat-like eyes and an eagle-like nose. There was a light of wisdom shining in it, and he bowed respectfully in front of Chongzhen.

The old eunuch next to Chongzhen scolded: "Haven't you Fans learned my Ming etiquette? The Emperor of Ming is here, kneel down and salute."

Chongzhen waved his hand and asked, "Who are you representing?"

Two black-robed missionaries respectfully said, "We represent Pope Urban VIII."

The man in aristocratic attire was 1.9 meters tall and weighed about [-] catties. He was quite strong at this time. He said arrogantly, "I represent Philip IV, the emperor of the Habsburg dynasty."

Chongzhen glanced at the old eunuch next to him, and the old eunuch said softly: "In the map of all nations brought by Matteo Ricci, the Habsburg dynasty owns Spain and Portugal, as well as some other scattered territories."

Chongzhen smiled lightly and said, "Scholars from other countries can avoid kneeling, why don't you, a minister from another country, kneel when you see me?"

The aristocratic man smiled arrogantly: "I am an envoy of the Habsburg Dynasty, a nobleman of the greatest empire in the world, how could I kneel down to the emperor of another country?"

Chongzhen smiled lightly when he heard the words, and said something softly, the old eunuch next to him nodded, and raised his voice: "The barbarians despise Daming, and punish him ten times with the stick!"

Hearing the words, the two guards in golden armor guarding the gate of the palace suddenly turned around and walked to the nobleman with neat steps, reaching out to grab the nobleman's arm and push him out.

This nobleman is used to arrogance. Although he has studied Chinese for a period of time, he doesn't know what stick responsibility is. When he saw two guards coming to arrest him, he realized that stick responsibility must be a bad idea. He still understands the word, which means to blame and punish.

The nobleman was tall and tall, and the two guards tried to grab his arm, but his wrist flicked the two guards away.

Compared with the two guards who were 1.7 meters and more than ten centimeters, the nobleman was like a giant, raised his fist and roared: "I, the Earl of Anjou, represent..."

Before he could say anything behind him, the two guards who had been thrown out by him spun around and landed in front of him again. Each of them directly hooked the nobleman's legs with one kick, knocking the nobleman down.

Immediately, two guards stepped forward and twisted the arms of the struggling nobleman in twos and outs. The nobleman was about to shout, but one of the guards slapped the nobleman's cheek with his backhand, and slapped the nobleman's face to the other. In front of the guard who had been waiting for a long time, another guard held the nobleman's chin directly, twisted it slightly, and with a click, the nobleman's jaw was removed, and his big mouth was dislocated and dangling.

Seven or eight teeth fell out of the nobleman's mouth like corn kernels, but the noble's guards took a handkerchief and stuffed it back into the nobleman's mouth, and then the nobleman was escorted out of the hall.

These two guards usually stood there silently, motionless, as if they didn't exist, how could they expect to move their hands so quickly and ruthlessly, and escorted the burly noble away with three strikes, five divisions and two divisions. Not even a drop of blood fell on the ground of the main hall.

It was the first time for the two missionaries to see this kind of kung fu, and they were stunned for a moment. If the other party cast a spell, they would not be surprised by what kind of spell or power, but this martial art was something they had never seen before. Yes, it's almost like a magic trick.They didn't see it with their own eyes, they really couldn't believe that such powerful martial arts existed in the world.

They came all the way by boat with the Earl of Anjou, traveled far and wide, and saw each other's bravery. In the Habsburg dynasty, the Earl of Anjou would definitely be able to enter the top ten in terms of strength alone. He has spent his whole life on the battlefield, and in the west he is called a warrior under the sun. Subdued.

Just before the two of them were relieved, the two guards had already returned to the main hall, knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, those people can't be tortured, and they died under three sticks."

Chongzhen tapped the handle of the faucet lightly with his fingers, and nodded.

The two guards returned to their original positions and stood still, without making a single sound, as if nothing had happened, and the Earl of Anjou did not leave a single trace.

What's the meaning?Three sticks killed?

The two missionaries looked at each other with shocked expressions on their faces, and one of them said respectfully: "Your Majesty, we are ordered by Pope Urban VIII to spread the gospel of God in the land of Ming Dynasty."

Chongzhen looked the two missionaries up and down. He had also seen immortal cultivators, and he had seen quite a few. In his impression, every immortal cultivator was the kind of refined, free and easy generation, with more There will be an uncontrollable breath flowing, each of which is powerful.

But the two priests in front of them didn't feel this way, each of them looked powerless, not like a cultivator, but just a scholar.Can such a person reverse the weather and end the severe drought in Shaanxi?In the eyes of Chongzhen, it was simply a joke. Chongzhen was a little disappointed and even a little angry. He felt that he was being played by someone!

But there was still no expression on his face, and he asked lightly: "Do you have a way to calm the severe drought in Shaanxi?"

"Dear Your Majesty the Emperor, we do not have this power, but the Almighty God does. We are his faithful servants. The Almighty God can do anything. We can communicate with God. Please help His Majesty the Emperor to quell the severe drought in Shaanxi .”

Chongzhen's eyes lit up slightly when he heard the words, it made sense, the two missionaries in front of him really didn't look like they were cultivated.

"If you can help me quell the severe drought, I will allow you to spread your holy religion in Daming, and I will also build a temple for you."

The two missionaries looked at each other upon hearing this, one of them opened his mouth to say something, the other quickly stopped him with his eyes, and said first: "Thank you, His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, please give us some time."

Chongzhen heard the words and said, "How long?"

The two missionaries said: "We need to communicate with Almighty God and ask him to quell the severe drought for His Majesty the Emperor. If God agrees, the drought can be relieved in one month, and there will be auspicious snowfall within two months. It will be a gift from God to the emperor!"

Bestowing the word made Chongzhen narrow his eyes slightly, but at this moment, he didn't want to care about this word. He is a super practical person, and everything that has nothing to do with practicality can be temporarily put aside. This is not because of Chongzhen's nature, but It is because nothing is important to him at this time, and the most urgent thing is to make the Daming country stable and long-term.

"I will give you two months. If there is no heavy snowfall in Shaanxi within these two months, the more than a thousand of you who came to Daming, as well as those who believe in your holy religion, will completely disappear from this land. " Chongzhen said lightly.

The backs of the two missionaries were slightly chilled, but they were quite confident about the snowfall, and they nodded quickly when they heard the words.

After the two missionaries left the palace, Chongzhen sat on the throne but did not move. In this cold hall, it was empty and there was no sound.

Sitting here, it seems that Chongzhen is the only one left in the whole world. Every emperor has his own experience of loneliness, but for Chongzhen, he doesn't experience this loneliness much because he is too busy. He was so busy that he had no time to experience this loneliness, and occasionally he felt it was just a kind of anger that no one shared his worries. Now this kind of complete loneliness seems to be the first time...

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My God, it took me four hours to check the information in Europe. You all seem to be just a few words. In my eyes, the countries in Europe are really a mess!

good!You won yesterday's question, and one of the students guessed it right, but it's a little more ignited than that thing...