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Chapter 638 "My Journey to Heaven" - Xianfeng's Diary (Please vote, please subscribe)
Wenxian's carriage rolled over the maple leaves all over the ground. Changdao in September already had the bleakness of autumn. The red brick wall of Zhaojiazhuang was looming in the maple forest, and the broken glass on the top of the wall sparkled in the midday sun.

"Wow, this trench is deeper than the moat!" Yuan Bao lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the dead branches and leaves floating in the ditch which was more than ten feet wide.

Bai Siwen exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, and then sighed: "The emperor is still afraid. He is afraid that the American long-haired people will find out his identity and send people to kill him!"

Wen Xian said: "If the emperor is willing to go into exile in Britain, perhaps we can arrange it."

Can Xianfeng go to England? Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Queen Victoria was the sister of Feng Yunshan and Yang Xiuqing - in theory, she was also a female long-haired woman!
Sushun had been waiting in front of the manor gate. He was wearing a long blue cloth gown and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried. When he saw Wenxian, Bai Siwen, and Yuanbao get off the car, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and shouted, "We are one of them!"

At this moment, Wenxian suddenly saw a red brick tower inside the red brick wall - there was probably a sniper on it!

"Please come in!" Sushun forced a smile, then made a gesture to call the guests in, and invited Wen Xian, Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao into the courtyard of "Zhaojiazhuang".

As soon as the Englishman's leather boots stepped onto the blue brick ground, he saw seven or eight girls in narrow-sleeved kimonos in the vegetable garden to the east. They were bending over to pick some kind of purple-skinned fruit, which seemed to be called eggplant.

"These Japanese women are..." Wenxian's civilized stick paused on the gravel road.

"We are all from the same hometown as Chiyoko." Sushun led the group through the bamboo racks where dried persimmons were drying. "Fourth Master said that growing vegetables requires precision, and the Japanese are the ones who are more adept at it."

What he said sounded fake. It was obvious that there were few Chinese people under Emperor Xianfeng who dared to believe him.
When the four of them turned into the west wing together, Xianfeng was pretending to play chess with Linshu under the grape vine trellis, but their eyes were as red as Sushun's, probably because they had just cried.

"emperor!"

Just as Wen Xian was about to speak, Bai Siwen fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

Yuan Bao also knelt on the ground crying: "Your Majesty, the Qing Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty is dead. It is completely dead!"

Wenxian took off his hat and pressed it against his chest, and knocked his right knee lightly on the bluestone slab. This was a standard Western audience etiquette.

Xianfeng turned around, looked at the three of them, and sighed: "Everyone, get up, there is no emperor here, there is only Zhao Si, the bishop of the Zhao Si Zhenyue faction!"

"Your Majesty," Wenxian stood up, looked at Xianfeng with burning eyes, and asked in Cantonese-accented Chinese, "I heard that you were taken to heaven by Hong Xiuquan?"

Hearing this, Xianfeng sighed: "I am so ashamed. I feel so ashamed of my ancestors!"

He is now a qualified shaman. He can tell lies fluently and with natural expression, just like a veteran artist!
"Your Majesty, don't be sad," Wenxian comforted Xianfeng, "You are just a mortal, but you are fighting against the gods. And you haven't completely failed yet, after all, you escaped from the kingdom of the gods!"

Xianfeng shook his head repeatedly: "Defeat is defeat, I am just surviving now. Besides, the reason I was able to escape was because Hong Xiuquan and Ji Du fought in the Heavenly Palace and broke the prison where I was imprisoned. I was able to escape to the mortal world with the help of the late emperor."

"Hong Xiuquan and Ji Du are fighting in heaven? Aren't they brothers?" Wen Xian asked as he took out a notebook, opened it and started taking notes.

When Xianfeng saw this, he showed doubts: "Sir Wen, this is a secret!"

Wen Xian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on. You dictate a Journey to Heaven and I'll take it back and show it to the Queen. The Queen is also the daughter of Heaven and remembers some things in Heaven. Showing it to her won't be considered a leak of Heaven's secrets!"

It's over, the truth is about to be revealed. Xianfeng thought to himself, "Oh no," but his face remained expressionless.

He smiled bitterly and said, "How would I know why the two of them were fighting? Hong Xiuquan had just thrown me into the prison, and Ji Du came here on a steamboat, saying that he wanted to avenge me for something... a spear!"

Wen Xian knew what the "one spear revenge" was all about - at the first National People's Congress, Hong Xiuquan used the Longnuski Spear to injure Ji Du, who had just descended to the world and possessed Xiao Chaogui. I didn't expect that Ji Du was still quite vengeful.
Wen Xian pondered for a moment, then asked, "Steamboat?"

"It's just an ironclad ship flying in the sky!" Xianfeng gestured with his hands. "There are cannons on the ironclad ship. The barrels are so crude that all they fire are shrapnel. It's so powerful that one shot can destroy the prison. But Hong Xiuquan was not to be outdone. He released a big iron bird and flew into it. Then the iron bird opened its mouth and fired bullets. They were all shrapnel, which set the ironclad ship ablaze!"

Wenxian saw that Xianfeng suddenly stopped talking, so he quickly asked, "Who won?" "I don't know." Xianfeng spread his hands and said, "I have to run quickly. Who cares who wins?"

"Then how did you escape to the lower world?" Wen Xian asked, "It's not easy to go from heaven to the lower world, right?"

He was a little nervous when he asked this question - he was afraid that Xianfeng would say "easy"!
"It seems easy!" Xianfeng had already seen the expression of this British "colonizer" - the colonizer's biggest fear must be being colonized! They know best how miserable it is to be colonized.

"Easy?" Wen Xian's face turned pale with fear. "How easy is it?"

Xianfeng thought for a while and said, "I can't really say, but I met my father after I escaped from the prison." When he said this, tears came out, "My father was an imperial astronomical inspector in heaven. He first let me sit in his flying car and flew to a suspended island. Then he took out a flying ball and asked me to sit in the basket of the flying ball. Then the flying ball kept descending. After about three days and three nights, I landed on a steam paddle steamer sailing on the Pacific Ocean, and then the flying ball disappeared."

"So easy!" Wen Xian's face became even uglier. "Then can they send people down from above often?"

"That's right!" Xianfeng said sinisterly, "The people of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom all came from heaven, and your queen also came from heaven, as well as Heavenly Master Karl and Heavenly Master Friedrich. Do you think these people who came from heaven are not enough?"

That's right! Wen Xian thought about it and it was right! There are many people sent from heaven, and they are all powerful and influential. Maybe there are still some who have not been exposed! Could it be that human civilization has actually been secretly colonized by heaven a long time ago?
He thought for a moment and then asked, "Your Majesty, how long have you been in heaven? How many celestial beings have you seen? What do they look like?"

"I don't quite understand the time in the sky," Xianfeng pondered, "As for people, I did see some, all flying around. The people in the sky seemed to live on suspended islands. The islands had land, houses, rivers, lakes, and trees. Some large islands even had mountains. But transportation between floating islands depends on flying. Some people ride birds, spaceships, and flying cars, and some people fly around on flying swords. As for their appearance, it seems to be similar to us!"

"What skin color are they?" Wen Xian asked the second question that concerned him the most - his first concern was the possibility of "Heaven colonizing the human world."

This is to engage in racial discrimination!
Xianfeng stayed in the United States for two years, but he still didn’t know what Wenxian meant?
"Of course there are all kinds of skin colors!" Xianfeng said, "White, not so white, black, not so black. Whatever skin color there is on earth, there are also whatever skin colors there are in heaven!"

"What color was Jesus?" Wen Xian asked, his hand holding the pen trembling a little. "Have you seen Jesus in heaven?"

"I have seen him," Xianfeng squinted his triangular eyes, "Jesus is not particularly white, he has black hair!"

Black hair, not particularly white Wenxian looked at Xianfeng, then at Sushun, Yuanbao and Linshu, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is Jesus an East Asian?"

"No," Xianfeng shook his head. "Hong Xiuquan does look East Asian, but not Jesus. He looks a bit like... a bit like Karl Tianshi, but not as fat."

That's right, Jesus was a Jew. But Jesus was a Jew, Hong Xiuquan, Feng Yunshan, Yang Xiuqing, Wei Changhui, and Hong Xuanjiao were all Han Chinese, and Victoria was German. They were brothers and sisters! This relationship seems a bit confusing!

Thinking of this, Wenxian asked again: "What does God look like?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen it." Xianfeng shook his head with a look of regret. "Why did I forget to ask my father? He must know."

Wenxian's pen rustled as he wrote down everything Xianfeng said. He wanted to ask more questions when a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Fourth brother, fourth brother, it's almost time. We should set off for the New York Harbor Pier!"

Xianfeng smiled bitterly, stood up, and said to Wen Xian: "It's Sir Chiyoko Wen, I have to go!"

When Wenxian saw Xianfeng was about to leave, he quickly stopped him and said, "Your Majesty, if you don't want to go to China, why don't you come with me to seek refuge in England?"

Going to the UK? That's not seeking asylum, it's walking into a trap!

Xianfeng didn't dare to throw a knife into the hands of Hong Xiuquan's sister, Queen Victoria. He shook his head hastily: "No need. If God wants to take me away, I'm afraid I can't escape even if I go to England. It's better to go to China! I want to see what kind of China Luo Yaoguo, the angel, has governed."

Wenxian thought about it and felt that what Xianfeng said made sense, so he handed the notebook in his hand to Xianfeng: "Your Majesty, if it is convenient for you, please sign your name for me and write a title for today's interview."

Xianfeng nodded, took the pen handed to him by Wenxian, and wrote the words "My Journey to Heaven - narrated by Xianfeng" in the notebook.

After finishing writing, Xianfeng clasped his fists towards Wenxian and said, "See you later." Then he clasped his fists towards Bai Siwen, Yuanbao, Sushun, Linshu and others and said, "Take care, gentlemen!" After that, he strode out, chanting loudly as he walked, "For three years, I have been sailing on the starry sky in a boat, and I have found my old home among the pile of broken leaves. Thorns grow where the bowl is cracked, and blood flowers burst out when the jade axe is chopped. The Qin mirror hangs in the air to look at the mirage, and the Chu bow is lost in the world. The nine-story gate of the palace blows away the dust, and I am alone holding the broken stele to count the crows at dusk."

(End of this chapter)