: Dismissing the beggars

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

: Dismissing the beggars

Since he was an envoy sent from the capital of Japan, it was a state-level diplomacy. According to regulations, summons at this level required a series of complex and cumbersome etiquette. But at this time, he was in a military camp, so he kept everything simple.

Even a few people didn't move, they were still sitting by the campfire eating roast chicken. As soon as a chicken entered the stomach, a middle-aged man wearing a wide-sleeved cloth robe and a hot dog sausage hairstyle started walking quickly with small steps.

Step over here.

Behind him were several people with the same hairstyle.

The sides are left long, the middle is smoothed out, and only a sausage-like braid is tied in the middle. This kind of aesthetic is very advanced for the people of Ming Dynasty, and it is not yet acceptable.

But based on what they have seen and heard these days, not everyone in Japan has this kind of hairstyle.

Only high-ranking Japanese generals wearing armor can wear such hairstyles, which shows that this hairstyle is a status symbol in the Japanese country.

And these people all have this fashionable hairstyle, so these people have a very high status.

Of course, this may be nonsense.

When the leading man saw Xia Yuan and the others, he opened his mouth and burst out a series of gibbering words.

Xia Yuan probably didn't know anything about the Japanese language, but he only knew a few commonly used sentences, such as one library and one library. He turned to Zhu Houzhao and asked: "What is this Japanese guy talking about?"

Maybe it was a habit in his previous life. He would always blurt out "jail" from time to time. Many people around him didn't understand what he meant at first. Later, they still seemed to understand, but they also knew that this was what Xia Yuan meant by calling the Japanese. It was probably a kind of

It was a disdainful name, so they all followed suit.

"This devil is asking, are you from Japan?"

Hearing this, Xia Yuan suddenly grinned. When the people from Kyoto, a Japanese country, asked this question, they obviously thought they were a rebellious daimyo force in their country at first, but at this time they entered the camp.

Only then did I realize that it didn't seem to be the case, so I asked this question.

"Your Highness told them that we are the Ming Dynasty, not they Japanese."

"Ming dynasty?"

The Japanese obviously understood the word "Da Ming" in these words. He jabbered again, then saluted, and then continued jabbering.

Zhu Houzhao, who was standing by, consciously translated, "You are the army of the Ming Dynasty? The 102nd generation Emperor of the Back Garden of Japan."

At this point, he paused suddenly, obviously becoming interested in this title. Then he looked at the young man and asked a series of Japanese questions.

After a question and answer, Zhu Houzhao continued: "He said he was the third prince of the Emperor of the Back Garden. In terms of seniority, he was the uncle of the current emperor. His name was Fushimi Miya Takahito. He was greeting us, and then

Ask us why the Ming Dynasty attacked them for no reason, well, that's probably the case."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan's face sneered and sneered, "What do you mean by Japan? The Japanese country is the Japanese country. Also, you are just a hozen barbarian who dares to call himself the emperor. How shameless is it? None of the kingdoms of our Great Tomorrow call themselves the emperor. You

How dare you call yourself that?

Do you understand this is called arrogance?

What about the Emperor of the Back Garden? Do you think that I, the Ming Dynasty, will not pursue you if you choose a name that sounds like a fool? I, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, are here to hold you accountable for your Japanese trespassing!

This is the first, and the second is to fight against your Japanese invaders for invading our Ming territory and killing my people over the years."

These words were quite long, and Zhu Houzhao spent a long time just translating them. Especially for that idiot, he really didn’t know what words to use to translate them, so in the end he simply used the word “idiot”.

After hearing this, Fushimi Gong Xiuren's face suddenly turned pale, but now that the soldiers were approaching and the swords were on his neck, he had to swallow his anger, and his face quickly recovered, and then he saluted respectfully, and there was another burst of squeaking.

Zhu Houzhao was on hand to translate, "Your Excellency, please forgive me. The emperor has called us "our country" since ancient times. We don't know about the Japanese plague in the Ming Dynasty, and it has nothing to do with the emperor's lineage."

"since ancient times."

Xia Yuan sneered and was about to retaliate, but Zhu Houzhao interrupted, "The title of the emperor is really shameless. If you want me to tell you, don't talk nonsense to this devil. Let's just unite our troops and attack this place." In Kyoto, it doesn’t matter whether the bullshit emperor inside is in the back garden or the front garden, one of them counts as one, just wipe out all their families, no matter what."

After many days of fighting, everyone was full of hostility. When talking about killing people, Zhu Houzhao looked indifferent, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

It is indeed a trivial matter. In these days, I don't know how many people have been killed.

"Your Highness, we must attack the city, and exterminating the clan is not impossible, but we have to listen to what they say and see if we can get some useful information. Otherwise, Zhang Shuai will not agree to rashly attack the city."

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Zhang Mao on the side was expressionless. Of course he could not attack the city rashly. He was the commander-in-chief and had to be responsible for the soldiers.

Zhu Houzhao nodded when he heard this, "Okay, then just say it and I will help convey it."

This kind of language barrier and having to have someone to convey it really affected the atmosphere. Xia Yuan was silent for a while, and then a sneer appeared on his face again, "It's been around since ancient times? Shit, it's been around since ancient times. This emperor's The title was clearly stolen from China by your Japanese country. The word "emperor" was the imperial title used by Emperor Gaozong in the Tang Dynasty. But now you are saying with a shameless face that you have had it since ancient times?

There is something else that you don’t know about, and it has nothing to do with you. Since you don’t know, and it has nothing to do with you, then what else can you do? Lord of the Japanese Kingdom, open the city gate as soon as possible, and let your Japanese Lord kneel down to welcome me, the Ming soldiers. Enter the city, and soon my army will go out to conquer those who are related to the Japanese invasion."

Zhu Houzhao jabbered as he helped translate. Fushimi Gong Xiuren's face was visibly cold, but he quickly put it away, lowering his eyebrows and answering with his hands in hand.

"He said: Your Excellency, Major General, I have come to your camp as an envoy on the orders of the current emperor. I am here to negotiate with you, hoping to end the war and make peace with your country."

"Withdrawing troops and making peace? Since you are withdrawing troops and making peace, then you have to show something. Let me, the Ming Dynasty officers, see if you have the capital to withdraw troops and make peace."

"May I ask what kind of capital you are talking about?"

Xia Yuan stretched out two fingers and said, "Two options are to send out a large army and let me retreat knowing the difficulty, or to show sincerity."

Zhu Houzhao translated these words, and Fushimi Gong Xiuren's face paused, then he bowed and said something, then turned around and started talking to the other people.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yuan frowned and looked at Zhu Houzhao: "What did this devil just say?"

"This devil said that you would wait a moment and let us discuss it."

The discussion took a long time. After a while, Fushimi Miya Shuren came back with a heavy look on his face. Then he bowed and saluted, and the gibberish words came out of his mouth. Zhu Houzhao followed the translation almost simultaneously. , "Our country is willing to offer a thousand taels of gold, ten thousand taels of silver, and a hundred beautiful girls, to end the war with the Ming Dynasty and to be married forever."

At this point, he suddenly paused, turned around and asked loudly: "How much do you want to give?"

Xia Yuan even stood up quickly, "I'm sending away the beggars!"
Chapter completed!