There are many ways to respond, such as Molière leading the troops to directly destroy Xiao Letian and stepping on his corpse to show off his might, this kind of revenge and response is enjoyable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Or to assist Tsarist Russia, with the French intelligence network to dig out Xiao Letian's secrets and then destroy them, watching the Chinese finally fall apart or directly annihilated, at that time the frightened Xiao Lotian must look very miserable, which can be regarded as a passable form of revenge.

It's a pity that Xiao Letian's luck is too strong, and the situation of the two fantasies has not appeared, so take a step back...... Lao Tzu is in your Xiao Letian's cell, scolding you, insulting you, and then you can't help me!

Hahaha...... It's so cool, I like this kind of scolding you, you still look like I'm helpless, you bite me! Do you dare to kill me?

What is the mad dog, what is Molière like now, he has completely fallen into his own fantasy world and cannot extricate himself, the so-called spiritual victory method is probably like this.

Xiao Lotian looked at him pitifully, he didn't have the heart to say a word to him at the moment, just sighed and shook his head and walked out.

And Molière, who did not achieve the expected goal, was extremely unhappy in his heart, according to the script he imagined in his heart, Xiao Lotian should be angry, helpless, red-faced but helpless at this moment?

"Stop! Xiao Letian, stop for me...... Why don't you speak! Are you speechless? Hahaha...... Are I talking about the dark side of your heart? You are such a hypocrite, and all the bravery and courage on the surface cannot hide your cowardly nature......"

"Coward......" Molière, who was like a mad dog, pounced upward, and two prime minister's guards rushed out of the shadows, one on the left and one on the right.

"Be honest, don't blame us for being rude......"

"Answer me! Xiao Letian, why don't you cowards dare to answer me...... Are you a coward? Are you going to pat the British on the back? Are you a thief in the political arena? A sanctimonious hypocrite who takes advantage of the unpreparedness of others!"

"I'll fuck you!" one of the prime minister's guards on the left was so enraged by this strange Chinese without four tones that he smashed his iron fist directly into Molière's appetite, and he bent over like a boiled shrimp, spitting sour water in his mouth.

Xiao Letian looked at him with pity and shook his head, Molière was no longer human, he had a complete nervous breakdown, half of his face was disfigured, his mouth was spitting mucus and acid, his eyes released a stupid light, hatred fascinated his heart, this person was already useless.

"Don't beat him, don't scold him, give him better food and drink during this time, and make room for him at the villa on the top of the mountain...... Do you still have a woman from Europe? Send two to him......"

"Look at this poor look, do you want an answer, I'll give you a ...... in two days."

Xiao Lotian left, leaving behind the mad dog Molière, it is a pity that this conversation was not fruitful at all, and a lot of time was delayed in vain, which only proved that Molière was incorrigible.

After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xiao Le Tiancai found that Wang Huaiyuan had also rushed back from the Far East, and at this moment, the three heavenly kings of Luo Huo, Wang Huaiyuan, and Sima Yun had gathered, and only Xiao Hexin was preparing to go to Beijing to start negotiations with Tsarist Russia and was not present.

Xiao Letian's Prime Minister's Mansion is like his own home in the eyes of these elders, when he entered the study, Sima Yun was pinching a chicken leg to gnaw on the incense, Luo Huo was dismantling the crab that had been showing off his might, only Wang Huaiyuan ate very lightly, and a bowl of meat porridge was sipping in small bites.

"Look at what is going on in this house? I have to give an order to everyone when I go back, and everyone will run to me to eat, and no one will fire without my order!" Xiao Letian threw his military hat on the table, poured himself a glass of cold beer, and took a big sip.

Sima Yun smiled and touched the oil on his hand, "Seeing that the prime minister is like this, is it a bit of a secret loss? This anger has been sprinkled on us...... If the big room doesn't give us food, we will go to the inner house and eat in the small room, and if the young man doesn't give it, we will find the ladies to beg for food, and see if I can go hungry when the time comes......"

"No skin, no face, you ......" Xiao Lotian took a bite of the lobster, "Hey...... It's not Molière's dog yet, forget it, don't be angry......"

Xiao Letian didn't want to mention it, but the captain of the guard couldn't swallow this breath, he stood in front of several bigwigs angrily and repeated Molière's words, and finally listened to Luo Huo slapping the table and wanting to kill.

Wang Huaiyuan ate the last bit of porridge and said with satisfaction, "It's still good food at home, and it doesn't taste anything in Vladivostok...... The prime minister has thought about it, is this going to be done?"

Xiao Lotian looked out the window thoughtfully, "Repeat and repeat, you can't repeat and repeat! It doesn't matter if Molière insults me, but he is already crazy, his revenge against the Chinese is too strong, and he must be killed!"

Luo Huo became energetic when he heard it, "It's good to kill! I should have killed it a long time ago, I'll ......do it myself."

Sima Yun's face gradually became serious, "Prime Minister...... Killing a prisoner is a big deal! If you don't kill him on the battlefield and kill him as a prisoner, this will cause diplomatic disputes, do you really want to make a mortal enmity with France? After all, he is a close confidant of Napoleon III!"

"As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog, killing 11 million soldiers on the battlefield is called war! And if you kill a noble official after the war, you will have a mortal enmity with the aristocratic class in Paris!"

Sima Yun was right, most of Europe at this time was a monarchy, the concept of social hierarchy was very strong, and wars between countries were very frequent.

In war, people will die, and it doesn't matter how many civilians die to the monarchs of each country, and after the war, a contract between the top leaders of the two countries should be as friendly as possible.

But if there are a large number of dead nobles in the war, this will turn sour, and the two sides will enter the stage of mortal enmity.

Even in the era of smoothbore guns waiting to be shot, there was such a rule in the army that muskets could not be aimed at noble officers, and it was not allowed to fire cold guns on nobles, and the armies of various countries demanded such that their soldiers.

When Washington commanded the Revolutionary War and fought against Britain, British soldiers had already aimed at the founding president of the United States from Washington's back.

But it was this tradition of not shooting at the nobles, or rather not firing cold shots at the nobles, that saved Washington's life, and in the end the British soldier did not shoot and chose to follow the tradition.

Imagine how difficult it is to kill a nobleman on the battlefield, but what about killing a nobleman's captive after a war? This act was bound to anger Napoleon III and the entire French aristocracy.

"It's too risky! It's really too big......" Wang Huaiyuan said coldly.