Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Muhammad was on the verge of collapse. Within one day, he first learned the news of his father's death, and soon after that he was notified that he had been deposed. It was a huge ups and downs in one day.

But for some reason, after admitting that fact, he actually felt a little relaxed?

"Give me a day and I'll move out of here right away."

Many years later, when Fatih, who had become an ordinary messenger, recalled the decision he made that day, he could not help but feel fortunate for his decision.

"It's better to be an ordinary messenger than to be sent to the sky by a rainbow."

Just like what is written in the poem, from tomorrow on, be a happy person

Feeding horses, chopping wood, traveling around the world, Fatih, who had unloaded his responsibilities as Sultan, suddenly felt that this was not a bad choice. After all, who doesn't want to live an easy life?

In the spring of 1453, Fatih, who had just completed his mission, saw Bursa from afar. He was walking on his way home as usual.

"Let's order first. What should we eat for lunch..."

Chapter 064: Fatih Returns from the Western Hunt (?)

Bursa, the capital of Manisa, is an important town in western Asia Minor. It was once the capital of Ottoman Turkey 70 years ago. Although it was moved to Edirne across the strait 30 years ago, it was moved back nine years ago, which made the businessmen who have always been speculative exclaim that they are experts.

On that day, when the first decision made by the newly-appointed Sultan Erdogan was to move the capital, only a very few people in the court knew that this move was precisely to monitor the former Sultan - although the former Sultan seemed to be "enjoying himself here and not thinking about the rest of the country".

After completely withdrawing from the center of the power struggle, Mehmed, no, Fatih, who devoted himself to the great inn business, had become an experienced messenger, specializing in routes from Bursa to all parts of the Ottoman Empire, without caring at all what his distant relative would do.

"Please identify yourself, Mr. Courier."

The guards in Bursa are really strict. Every time when Fatih goes through security check, their gaze makes him feel uncomfortable. But since he has been seeing them for ten years, a little while does not matter.

"Really? They're still so professional after all these years. Aren't they tired?" He secretly complained about the professionalism of these guards and walked towards the post station whistling.

Unlike those who transmit military intelligence, Fatih works in an ordinary civilian post station, responsible for connecting people. In this era without any long-distance communication equipment, this is the only feasible method at the moment.

"Fatih, letters from Edirne to Ankara." He walked to a reception desk and said this, while placing the letters he was carrying on the table.

The delivery of letters was not within his scope. After dealing with his own share, he went to a pasta shop near the Galatia district where he lived. The owner of the shop was a Florentine. To this day, he still can't understand why a Florentine would end up here.

"Boss, I want a plate of macaroni and a glass of wine!"

He walked into the restaurant, ordered dishes skillfully, and walked to the prepared seats very skillfully - those were the three coolest seats. The boss was very surprised about Fatih. Why an Ottoman could speak Latin more fluently than him? If it weren't for the conspicuous big white turban and the identity he mentioned, he might have thought that this was a Neapolitan who converted to Islam.

Little-known fact: although the word macaroni was first mentioned by Macaroni, a noodle and pasta shop owner in Naples in the 18th century, related recipes had actually appeared on the island of Sicily as early as the 10th century. Originally, the two sides were going to fight for the naming rights of macaroni, but after taking into account the simple customs of each other, they both gave up the idea in the end.

Fatih's favorite dish is fried shrimp pasta. The pasta must be the hollow kind, and it is seasoned with olive oil, garlic, fresh basil leaves, shrimp, fresh mushrooms and asparagus. It is served with chicken soup and white wine, and is finished with black pepper and a few slices of dry cheese.

Well, it looks quite simple, and he himself has never tried to make it, so the result was naturally a failure. It was a complete dark dish.

After that, he usually goes to a nearby mosque to pray. However, the name of the mosque is really not very flattering. Who came up with the name Green Mosque?

In the mosque, Fatih would blend in with the crowd obediently. If it were not for his status, he would be no different from the tourists from Europe who indulged in the colorful and noisy streets and alleys. The only difference was whether he spent money or not.

Normally, he would take a nap at a residence near the market around three or four in the afternoon, wake up around five, make dinner by himself, and then turn off the lights to rest. His life was so simple.

But today was a little different. On the way back, he saw a rectification notice posted at the entrance of the market. The content was roughly about rectifying some places nearby that did not conform to the characteristics of contemporary MSL.

However, despite this, Fatih always felt that something was wrong. He looked to the west of the city, which was the direction of the royal palace, and sitting inside was his distant nephew Erdogan.

"I hope this is just an illusion," he sighed.

"Forget it, sleep is more important."

PS1: Tell an Italian joke

During World War II, the British POW Camp No. 197 held Italian POWs. These POWs were very cooperative and honest, and the British were very relaxed in their management. But suddenly one day, 197 Italian POWs escaped from the POW camp. It was discovered that they had dug a tunnel several dozen meters long to escape. This made the British very angry. They did not expect that the Italians would have the courage to escape. The POW camp was embarrassed, so they mobilized all the forces of the POW camp, including the remaining Italian POWs, to search for them. But after searching for nearly half a month, they could not find even a shadow, so the commander of the POW Camp No. 197 reported the escape of the POWs. The commander was waiting to be dismissed and was even ready to go to the military court.

After a few days, the prisoners were found and they had fled to other prisoner-of-war camps. They were prepared to send them back to their original camps, but these "brave" Italians refused to go back. The most important reason was that the treatment in this camp was good and they could eat pasta every week, while the treatment in the other camp was not good. As a result, the prisoners in the original camp also asked to go to the other camp to be "prisoners of war".

Apart from anything else, I don’t know what this commander was thinking. He actually asked the prisoners of war to find the prisoners of war. Only Italians would do this. They have always been good at being bad teammates.

PS2: Wherever Konoha flies, the fire will never stop. Is this the world line of IF? The Tao organization is completely defeated, and Kakaji is killing everyone with his might.

"But there's no such thing as pirated products being inferior to the original." - Emiya Paopao

PS3: Lingard scored the last goal of the Premier League this season in the last minute of the season. It was also his first goal of the season and the latest goal of the Premier League this season.

This wave is the lightning return of Emperor Lin, and the King Power Stadium must be conquered by the true king.

PS4: Hagia Sophia has become a mosque again under the decision of the Egyptian Sultan... It's hopeless.

Chapter 065 We Hope Mamtim II Comes Back

The spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

Inside the royal palace in Bursa, Sultan Erdogan is carrying out the great cause of human reproduction. Judging from the skin color of the woman under him, she is from the Mesopotamian region. Now this girl is enduring the pain that she should not endure in her life, but there is no way, because she is the tribute this time.

Most of the women in the Sultan's harem were prisoners of war or slaves as tribute. Although they were female slaves, their status was very different. The harem was a place for them to receive education, and it could be seen as a school for girls to learn the red tape of daily life and the strict hierarchy. The female "predecessors" in the palace had the obligation to educate the newcomers. The eunuchs of various colors played a role similar to that of the warden. Among them, those outstanding women who were favored by the Sultan's mother could become the Sultan's concubines.

Perhaps this is the prototype of the beauty pageants in later generations.

In fact, the "emperor's harem" had already existed as early as the Caliphate era in Persia and Baghdad. Later, the successive sultans of Ottoman Turkey inherited this practice. As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. Seeing this, the Ottoman princes and nobles followed suit. As a result, the "3,000 beauties in the harem" became a rather abrupt oriental landscape in the eyes of Europeans, and also aroused their countless erotic or gloomy imaginations...

For example, there were bestsellers in European royal families such as The Secret History of the Ottoman Palace and The Love History of the Sultan. The Habsburgs claimed to be experts on this and called the Ottomans invincible. After all, everyone liked to read about the life in the harem and the court struggles within the palace walls.

Half an hour later, Erdogan walked out of his bedroom, looking radiant and energetic. The only thing he needed was a cigarette, but there was not much of a smile on his face.

Although he was still young, the issue of succession was already imminent. The former Sultan was not much older than him. Although he was quite nice to that distant uncle, it was not a big deal after all.

In a nutshell, he now wants his descendants to enjoy this benefit as well, thus giving rise to the classic heir problem.

Take Toyotomi Hideyoshi as an example. He had a son in his old age and forced the original heir, Toyotomi Hidetsugu, to death to make room for Hideyori. Of course, the idea was good, after all, the blood relationship was there, but he forgot that there was an old turtle watching for a long time, and the result was naturally a complete failure. As for the story of the Caliph Amaterasu Muhammad Hideyori, it is another world line.

He called a eunuch, a black man. Unlike what many people think, here, the black eunuchs who are responsible for the coordination and management of the entire palace affairs are above the white eunuchs who are responsible for the education of the servants. They are different from the political bureaucrats of the empire and are the Sultan's private servants.

"Sudan."

"Is there any new news from the market recently?"

"No news in the market today, but..."

"But what?"

"People have been feeling a little uneasy lately." He said haltingly. In fact, this word was already a carefully considered and beautified conclusion. There are undercurrents in Bursa now. In his opinion, moving the capital back to Bursa from Edirne was a wise decision.

Yes, Mehmed II found a job after he stepped down as sultan and left the center of the power struggle, but what's the problem? He was almost able to buy a house in the rich area, but he was still staring at it. As a result, he didn't do what he was supposed to do. Now people all over the empire are complaining and hope that Mehmed II can come back.

"The people are not at peace? Just suppress it. Isn't it enough to call back the troops from the Balkans to prepare for the rebellion?"

Sultan Erdogan glanced at him and remained noncommittal, as if ruling an empire was just a game of moving his fingers for him.

"But then, Constantinople—"

"It's just a small city. It won't cause much trouble. Pass the order and mobilize troops from all over the country to suppress the rebellion. As the saying goes, you must first stabilize the country before you can resist foreign aggression. How can we safely deal with foreign enemies if we don't solve our internal problems?"

Oh, my God, by Allah, I can’t stand such a short-sighted Sultan. Old Sultan, why did you change the will at the last minute?

We all hope that Muhammad can come back!

Erdogan didn't care what the chief eunuch was thinking. As a distant relative of the Ottoman royal family, it was impossible for him to have all this. But a man named Leif Lenor changed everything.

Wealth, power, beauty, these things that were not originally in his life, just entered his life, and all he had to pay for all this was to swear allegiance to Leif Lenore and the "king" he was loyal to. It was terrifying to think that Attila, who was so powerful in Europe, was just one of his men.

But what happened later only proved that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Using this as an excuse, he, who did not have much ability, became more determined to be a dog.

Compared with Muhammad II, who was trained with emphasis since childhood, he was the abandoned one from the very beginning. Whether in terms of the degree of attention, training, or other aspects, he was far inferior to him.

He still has great wariness and hostility towards this man who unexpectedly stepped down. Although Mohammed has lost everything he originally had and just wants to live a few days of comfort, Erdogan will not even meet such basic requests.

In order to ensure the life service and security of the former Sultan, he sent guards to watch Mohammed's house day and night, changing shifts every 8 hours, reporting to him if there was any movement, and also checking the room when he was away on a long journey, trying to find some evidence and then beat him to death.

The originally amiable Erdogan is gone, replaced by a stranger who is heartless and ruthless. Although this is a tragedy, it is also an inevitable rule of the game of thrones.

Erdogan has gone crazy. He has become accustomed to being called the Sultan and to the three thousand beauties in the harem serving him. He is afraid of losing everything he has already gained, so he imprisoned Mehmed II and looked for every opportunity to kill him.

This is when the crash began.

PS1: I went to bed early today, I'm a little tired, everyone should not stay up late. "

Chapter 066: Grilled meat is a speciality of Türkiye

In medieval Ottoman Turkish cities, in addition to the mosques that served as the city center, the most important thing was the bazaar that served as a market. In any city, as long as there was commercial activity, there would be a bazaar.

But today the bazaar in Bursa was not peaceful. Several teams of fully armed Sultan's guards came here from the streets inside the palace, which surprised the merchants living in the caravanserai.

People like to watch the fun and follow the crowd. If you take out your phone on the subway and start running when you see that you are running late, then a group of people who are running for unknown reasons will follow you.

So, when this group of Sultan's guards arrived at the bazaar near the Green Mosque, they began to search one by one. This made the shop owners very nervous, as this was not the first time they had been asked for protection money by these people.

"Sir, what are you going to do..."

"We have received a report that someone is hiding weapons in the bazaar with the intention of treason. We are now conducting a routine inspection. Anyone who wants to live should submit to the inspection."

"But, I, I just opened my business..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you still want to disobey orders?"

After saying that, the leading captain of the guards called the strongest man under his command and directly opened the stall of the poor shop owner. This was a shop selling fruits. The fruits that had just been purchased were the freshest and the price was the best. Now this sudden incident made the already poor family even worse off.

But in fact, he did not remain pessimistic for long. Due to the need for defense, the streets in the bazaar are mostly narrow and there is only one central street. If one store gets into trouble, many stores will be implicated. Perhaps it was because he saw that his competitors did not escape the disaster, he actually felt somewhat fortunate in his heart. This is the same as being able to gain psychological balance by comparing oneself with those who have worse performance than oneself.

On the other side of the street, Li Xiang and the others, who were pulled out by Elizabeth, were sitting in a barbecue restaurant. It was actually Elizabeth's idea.

“Grilled meat is a specialty of Ottoman Türkiye and is a must-try.”

"Um, Miss Elizabeth, about Nero..."

"Leave it to Tamamonomae." Elizabeth Bathory said, standing on tiptoe, looking at the kitchen where the barbecue was being made. "If she can't do it, then there is really no other way."

"But to be honest, when Ms. Tamamo came to her conclusion, it was really surprising."

Thinking of the shocking yet reasonable answer, Mashu could probably understand the reason for Nero's huge change.

"This kind of thing existed when they were alive. For Boudica, Nero is her knot, but..."

After listening to Elizabeth's explanation, Li Xiang recalled his previous experience. At that time, Boudica became a general on Nero's side by accident not long after his death, but this time...

"Boudica, would she be willing to defend the city for the Byzantine Empire?"

After she raised her question, she fell into silence for a long time.

"Maybe I saw myself in Constantinople," Ophelia said. "They were both fighting against an almost invincible enemy, and they both had a leader who could turn the tide. Philosopher Heraclitus said that you can't step into the same river twice. Maybe it was because of this mentality that I chose to help Constantinople."

"Nero's situation, if I meet my future self one day in the future, I will probably be similar to Nero." Elizabeth sighed

At this time, there was a noise and the sound of some objects falling to the ground outside the street, which made Lixiang go out unconsciously, but he didn't expect that he would cause trouble as soon as he went out.

"Why aren't you wearing the black cape?" When Lixiang was about to go back, the Sultan's guard grabbed her shoulders with such force that it hurt.

"Come, take her to the mosque and burn her at the stake immediately!"

"Let go of your hands, guard, if you still want to live in the palace."

"Who is so—Lady Elizabeth!"

A conflict broke out shortly after Li Xiang went out. Elizabeth, who probably understood what was happening, hurried out to stop them.

"How is the fawn? Is it okay?" Elizabeth looked concerned. When the Sultan's guards saw Ophelia and Matthew rushing out, they did not arrest these women whose clothes violated the Koran as they had done before.

"Have these people never seen anyone other than MSL women?" Lixiang rubbed her shoulders. This might be the most embarrassing time for her.

"Come in first, leave this to me." Elizabeth asked Lixiang and the others to go back into the store, and then she handled the problem alone.

"The way you looked at her just now was filled with evil thoughts, right? What kind of punishment will you receive for such a haraam behavior?"

"Lady Elizabeth, I..."

"If you want to avoid punishment, then tell me first, why did you make such a big fuss in the bazaar?"

"This, all this is the Sultan's will..."

The Sultan's anxious soldiers revealed all the reasons why they did this, including the target and the expected next actions, revealing everything in detail.

"My Lord, this is all I know."

"Go back and tell your colleagues that these people are distinguished guests from foreign countries, who came here specifically to help capture Constantinople, understand?"

"Yes, Lady Elizabeth!"

When Elizabeth dealt with the matter and returned to the store, she found that most of the barbecue on the table had been eaten.

"You really have to taste it, Elizabeth."