Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Chapter 891 The Mysterious Security Chief

Fortunately, at this moment, the captain of the guard, Luo Ming, came over, stuffed a few large-value bills into the clerk's hands, and said, "Get some beautiful wine and food, don't bother me if you have nothing to do." The two asan snorted With a sound, he left resentfully.

"I said Xianghua, the two of us have lost face today." After the waiter brought the food and wine to leave, Guan Xuqing said with a smile: "An emperor of the empire, a supreme military officer of the empire, and the sum of his body is only two yuan. money."

Feng Xianghua also laughed: "I am afraid that many bad habits in the empire and even in Asia cannot be changed in the short term. I think that when the country becomes stronger, the quality of the people must also be improved. We have introduced many good things from Western countries over the years, but at the same time there are some bad things. Good things have also spread in, I think we must vigorously advocate the Greater China Federation to absorb the advanced civilizations of China and the West, and get rid of those dross."

"It's difficult. The more advanced the society is, the more disadvantages will inevitably be revealed. This cannot be corrected by one or two generations."

Guan Xuqing filled two cups with wine and said: "For example, dictatorship, this is the system left by China for thousands of years. Now I have the final decision whether it is military or political, but I will ascend to heaven sooner or later. At that time, he would not really be a "lifelong" monarch, but what about my successor? Whether his ability and prestige are enough to be an emperor is still unknown. What if he is a mediocre person? Where should he go? Perhaps he will still unconsciously go down the road of dictatorship. Under the current international situation, it is the best way for China to adopt dictatorship, but in a certain period in the future, this political situation is bound to change. become a stumbling block to China's progress."

Feng Xianghua was shocked that the emperor could say such a thing. In his mind, the leader of any regime hopes to expand the power in his hands without limit, whether it is in China or Europe.The emperor has always been a strange person, his thoughts are always different, who knows what is the deepest and most true thought in his mind?Perhaps the emperor was trying to test himself. Feng Xianghua, who had been experienced in the officialdom for a long time, knew that he must not express his thoughts freely at this time, so he just nodded, but kept silent.

Guan Xuqing smiled and said: "Actually, when I first became the throne, I really yearned for power infinitely. I longed to have power, and I longed to use the huge power in my hands to lead the empire forward. But now I suddenly feel that it is very tiring to take on the responsibility of a country. , which can almost overwhelm you at times."

"Your majesty, I think this is a kind of responsibility." Feng Xianghua thought for a long time before he said quietly: "This is the responsibility that history has entrusted to us, not only you, but also my ministers, as well as Bu Wu, Zhi'an, and Zi. Xiang and so on, history has given each of us the responsibility to bear, and since we have accepted this responsibility, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, we should go on without hesitation until the day we fall So far. Just like Li Hongzhang, he has walked his own path, he has fulfilled the responsibility that should be borne by himself, so he walks with peace of mind, but we have to continue."

"Yes, responsibility, we will continue." Guan Xuqing repeated his words: "Fate is really a wonderful thing. I don't know how God arranged it. It brought us together to create an era together. When I ascend to heaven, I hope to leave with a smile on my face."

While expressing emotion, the door was pushed open, and Dai Li walked in: "Your Majesty, Director Zhao has entered Mumbai University, and our people are watching him inside."

"Mumbai University?" Guan Xuqing frowned, then pushed the table away: "Let's go and have a look."

Dai Li got a car from nowhere, drove the emperor and Feng Xianghua for about half an hour, and arrived at the gate of Mumbai University. More than half of them came.

"This is a university, not a battlefield. What do you need so many agents for?" Guan Xuqing recognized at a glance that those disguised as shoe shiners and tea customers were all intelligence personnel, and said angrily, "Take them all away. Do not disturb students' studies."

Dai Li smiled and led the emperor into the gate of Mumbai University. After walking for a while, he came to a quiet grove, but was surprised to find that the two agents he had arranged were all knocked down to the ground. Looking back, Zhao Bingjun was standing coldly beside a tree, and behind him was a panic-looking Indian girl.

"Dai Li, the two people you arranged are not very good." Zhao Bingjun said coldly.

Dai Li smiled wryly, and let the two agents leave with bruised noses and swollen faces: "These two are considered old agents, but they still can't catch the eyes of the director. Doing this in front of you is simply playing tricks in front of Master Guan."

Then he lowered his voice and said to Zhao Bingjun: "The emperor has come."

Zhao Bingjun's complexion changed first, and then a relieved expression appeared on his face, as if the emperor's arrival was a kind of relief for him.

"Zhi'an, you are in a good mood, and you went to the university to talk about love." Feng Xianghua walked up leisurely with his hands behind his back: "For the sake of personal feelings, even the emperor's safety is ignored."

Guan Xuqing then came over and said: "Zhi An, who is this girl, there is no need to avoid me when you are in love, men should marry when they are in college, and girls should be married when they are colleges, it is only right and proper, why should you cover it up?"

Zhao Bingjun looked embarrassed, and pulled the girl out from behind. A girl in her early 20s, with a delicate appearance, looked up timidly in a school uniform.

Seeing this face, Guan Xuqing's heart skipped a beat. It was such a familiar face. He vaguely felt that this face looked like a person, but he couldn't remember exactly who it looked like.

Zhao Bingjun and the girl bowed to the emperor. Zhao Bingjun let out a long breath and said, "Your Majesty, her name is Nur Anayat Khan, and she is the daughter of the former Indian king."

"Nur Anayat Khan?" Guan Xuqing frowned and said the name silently several times. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and finally thought of a person. He smiled and said, "I know her. She is the most famous person in World War II." The famous spy princess?"

Zhao Bingjun nodded, and said bluntly: "Yes, she is the spy princess, please forgive me for the crime of deceiving the emperor."

Guan Xuqing waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you acted sneakily like a thief in an aboveboard matter. Xianghua is right. Marriage between men and women is a matter of course. I didn't intend to spy on you, but to watch you." Mysterious, I'm afraid you will be in danger, understand?"

Speaking of which, Guan Xuqing had already come to Princess Anayat, looked at her a few times and said, "Are you that Anayat?"

Anayat was a little embarrassed by the gaze of the other party, she nodded slightly and gave a grace.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Guan Xuqing couldn't connect the legendary spy princess with this shy female college student.

Princess Nur Ainayat Khan of India was born in a royal family in southern India and moved to France when she was young, so she can speak fluent French and English.France was defeated during World War II, and she fled to England with her family.The Royal Air Force Special Operations Agency took a fancy to her good language skills and recruited her as an agent.From then on, Nur Anayat Khan began her short espionage career.

Then who would have thought that this princess was not born to be a spy, she was naturally excitable, irritable, and unsophisticated.The Special Operations Agency commented on her: "A good old man, fond of fantasy, emotionally unstable, not very good-minded, not good at protecting himself. All indications show that Nuer is not suitable for espionage work."

Taking into account her poor training results, the Special Operations Agency initially did not agree to send her to France.But with the development of the war situation, Britain's secret radio stations in France were destroyed one after another, and the Special Operations Agency urgently needed to add new radio transmitters to the front, so they couldn't care less about the careful selection.

When Anayat was 16 years old, she was sent to an intelligence team in Paris as a radio operator, code-named Madeleine.After arriving in Paris, due to the lack of the basic qualities of intelligence personnel, he repeatedly made ironic mistakes in his work.

In the first mission to secretly transmit information, she left behind all the skills taught by the instructors during her training in the UK, and even took the German garrison map she obtained in her hand, and went straight to the place without taking any anti-tracking measures. Designated joint location.What's even more ridiculous is that during the connection, due to excessive nervousness, she couldn't remember the password for the connection. In desperation, she even unfolded the map and tested every passerby.

Anayat's actions attracted strange looks from passers-by, and soon a group of onlookers surrounded her.Thanks to the two members of the underground resistance organization who came to the meeting and the staff of the local psychiatric sanatorium, under the pretext of looking for lost patients, she got out of the predicament.

However, the lovely Anayat did not learn from the action.Soon, she was ordered to take the transmitter to a suburban hotel and send a long telegram to London.When she finished her mission and left, she left the cipher book and the workbook with a list of all members of the underground resistance organization in Paris in the room.However, luck once again fell on her head.The owner of the hotel was a French nationalist. Instead of reporting Anayat to the Gestapo, he found her phone number from the workbook and notified her in time to take the roster.

Afterwards, when her French colleagues learned about the incident, they were all stunned. They couldn't believe that this was the "professional spy" sent by London. This time, she was not as lucky as before.

(End of this chapter)