It was nearly nine o'clock in the morning, and the atmosphere in London had become very strange. Nearly half a million people have poured into the streets, and under the command of the military and police, they have begun to concentrate around the ceremonial venues and on both sides of the streets that connect the venues.

At this moment, it was already empty, and the number of people closest to the venue and the street was close to 180,000, especially at Tower Bridge, where the entire bridge was full of crowded people.

Many more citizens were destined not to see the event, they could not even hear the sound, but no one was impatient, because there were countless Chinese propaganda posters fluttering in the streets where they stopped, and people were gathered under each one.

The oriental charm that shocks the soul is like a cool breeze blowing into the hearts of citizens in summer, and the Chinese literati themselves pursue the silence of the soul, and the oriental charm can naturally calm people's emotions.

The heart is calm and naturally cool, this statement is honest and does not deceive me!

More importantly, at this moment, the entire people of London were conquered by the elegance of the oriental charm, and they also held back a force in their hearts, that is, they could not lose face, and they could not lose the face of the British Empire in front of the oriental gentlemen in the land of etiquette.

The Chinese have shown the best side to Britain, do the citizens of London want to let the Chinese see the ugliest side?

At this moment, all the military and police and the volunteer counselors don't have to work hard at all, as long as they shout the words dignity and the dignity of the empire, they can naturally wake up the people.

"Don't lose face, don't lose the face of the empire! Don't let Chinese look down on our empire where the sun never sets......"

"Dignity, gentlemen, please protect the dignity of the Empire!"

At this moment, suddenly there was a dull exclamation from the streets of the east, as if a cold wind on the eve of a storm suddenly blew from the east on a sultry summer day.

"Fleet...... A fleet is coming...... It's the Victory!"

"See, I see the steel battleship......"

At nine o'clock in the morning, the long-awaited delegation finally appeared on the outskirts of London, and Tower Bridge was in front of everyone.

"It's a mule or a horse, pull it out today...... With the order of Lin Zhen, the gunner of the Zhiyuan, the soldiers standing on both sides of the ship collectively saluted both sides of the ship, and the Zhiyuan officially entered the city of London.

Trafalgar's Victory was no exception, and the British sailors with their chests folded were raised to the sky with their chins proud, and they were also saluting the citizens of London.

At that moment, the whistle sounded throughout the Thames, and all the steamboats present were saluting the guests from the East, and the atmosphere was suddenly pushed to a fixed point.

At this time, the citizens of London finally held the face of the empire on which the sun never sets, and there was no crowding, no trampling, no cheers from those outside the city, and some only applause.

More than 100,000 people applauded together to welcome the Oriental Mission, and the applause was like a rainstorm crashing on the city, and there was a tumult between heaven and earth.

"Mighty! What a mighty battleship, is this the Zhiyuan that made France and Tsarist Russia miserable......?

"Being able to find another way to design such a novel warship has a set of ...... for these Chinese"

"What a sturdy soldier...... It's really different from the Qing people in the previous pictures and photos! There is really no whip, and it is not so obscene......

"What a beautiful uniform, such a strong soldier, such a solemn military posture...... Elite, this is really elite!"

"Look...... The child under the bright yellow umbrella at the bow of the boat is not the emperor of the Great Qing Kingdom?"

"That's right, only the emperor of China can wear bright yellow, and there is a golden dragon totem......"

"Long live the Emperor! Welcome to England......"

After all, Jae-chun is the emperor, and the natural aura he carries on his body is really dazzling, and these Londoners don't understand the catty in Eastern politics, how do they know who has real power in their hands.

Xiao Lotian naturally would not steal the limelight from Jae-chun at this time, he took a half-step back to make Jae-chun standing on the high platform more conspicuous.

Jae Chun's whole person was about to float up at this moment, this was a wonderful feeling he had never experienced, hundreds of thousands of people applauded and cheered him, everything was not organized, nor was it trained by the Ministry of Etiquette, this was all the natural expression of emotions of the people.

Because it is real, it can move people's hearts even more, and Jae-chun has never seen such a scene since he automatically ascended the throne, which is completely different from that in China.

The Thames River flows slowly, and its banks are full of exotic buildings, fancy roofs and sculptures, and there is a completely different aesthetic picture of the East.

What is even more admirable is that the citizens who are full of freedom and pride in the city do not have the food, ignorance, timidity and prudence on the faces of the people of the Qing Dynasty, but more health, self-confidence and sunshine......

The cheers, whistles, long live and warm applause converged into waves that rushed straight to Zaichun, and the little emperor felt that he was about to fly into the sky.

The arm has become a machine, just waving in mid-air, the muscles on the face have become numb, and the smile has never disappeared......

"This feels so fucking cool!" Finally, Jae-chun even whispered a swear word.

Xiao Letian smiled faintly, "This is the taste of power! What you tasted before was mixed with water, the kind of ...... that steals a fake big scene, and it's not worth mentioning."

The fleet went upstream, Tower Bridge was already close at hand, and the pier on the north shore was the first ceremonial venue to enter London, and at this moment the British government officials on the shore were already standing neatly on the venue.

"Boiler decompression...... Spin down...... Ready to dock ......" In Xiang Ying's roar, the British barges slowly approached, and these small motorboats will finally push the Zhiyuan to the edge of the dock with their own power.

Including the Victory, the last tens of meters on the pier trestle all need the power of barge motorboats.

At this moment, Benjamin and the others can already see the faces of Jaechun and Xiao Letian, and now no matter how much resentment they have in their hearts, they can't show it.

"Twenty-one cannon salutes are fired, welcome to His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qing Kingdom!" Benjamin gave an order, and the artillery that had been prepared for a long time behind the ceremony quickly sounded the fuse.

Boom Boom Boom ...... A dull cannon salute rang out, and white smoke filled the air.

The 21-gun salute was not over, and then Benjamin ordered "19 gun salutes, welcome the Chinese Führer!"

Boom Boom Boom ...... The Tower Bridge ceremony venue once again resounded with a dense cannon salute.

Xiao Letian's eyes shrank, and he still had a trademark smile on his face, but his psychology was still somewhat unhappy, "I really didn't expect that it was 19 rings for me! It seems that Benjamin is iron-hearted and does not give me the recognition of a national identity for the Chinese people?"

"I'm going to die! I think you can dance for a few more days!"