When Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong were fighting together over trivial matters, the lord of Fusang and the lord of Kyushu Island completed the armament rearmament.

Fusang has always been despised by the Tang Dynasty, but in fact, the power of the Fusang Kingdom is definitely a powerful country in the European provinces of the Tang Dynasty.

However, by the side of the Big Mac, he has been neglected.

However, the lord of Fuso has prepared an army of 300,000, and he is ready to cross the sea with the lord of Kyushu Island to go on an expedition to the Tang Dynasty. If you want to conquer the Tang Dynasty, you must first conquer Silla.

When the lord of Fusang thought that the lord of Silla was disrespectful to him, he always looked like a yin and yang weird, and he was angry.

They sailed across the turquoise and glittering sea into Colombo, where turtles and black snakes climbed up to bask in the sun. A team of sampans scrambled to meet them, and the men of the boat were dark, and their lips were stained with betel juice redder than blood. As soon as Elizabeth and her friends got off the boat, the two boatmen hurriedly shouted and pleaded, and their bow was facing the porthole.

"Don't go with him, miss! Don't follow him! He's a bad guy and not for Miss La! ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense, miss! Dirty and dirty guys! He's playing a trick! Dirty indigenous tricks! ”

"Haha! He's not an indigenous himself? Oh yes! He's European, and he's white-skinned, miss, haha! ”

"You two don't talk nonsense, or I'll kick each of you." Said the husband of Elizabeth's friend. They boarded one of the sampans and paddled to the sun-drenched pier. The boatman who had succeeded turned around and spat at his opponent, which he must have saved for a long time.

This is the East. The air was dizzyingly hot, and the water was filled with the smell of coconut oil and sandalwood, cinnamon and turmeric. Elizabeth's friends drove her to Mount Lavinia, where they swam in the warm, foamy sea, much like Coca-Cola. She returned to the ship in the evening and arrived in Yangon a week later.

North of Mandalay, timber-burning trains climb at twelve miles per hour across a vast, scorched plain whose far edge is surrounded by green hills. The egret stands calmly and motionless, much like a heron, while piles of sun-dried red peppers glow crimson in the sun. Sometimes, a white stupa stands on the plain, resembling the ** of a recumbent giantess. The first tropical night had calmed down, and the train was jolting and slow, but as soon as it stopped at the small station, savage shouts could be heard in the darkness. The men walked around with torches, their long hair braided at the back of their heads, and in Elizabeth's eyes, they were as ugly as the devil. The train drove into the woods, and the unseen branches scraped the windows. At about nine o'clock they arrived at Keokotada, where Elizabeth's uncle and aunt were waiting with Mr. MacGragor's car, and a few servants with torches. Her aunt stepped forward and put her hands around Elizabeth's shoulders with her slender lizard-like hands.

"I suppose you are our niece Elizabeth? We're so happy to see you," she said, kissing her.

Mr. Lextyne looked through his wife's shoulder, by the light of the fire. He whistled softly and shouted, "Oh, shit! Then he pulled Elizabeth and kissed her, but felt more passionate than usual. Neither of them had she seen before.

After the meal, under the ceiling fan in the living room, Elizabeth chatted with her aunt. Mr. Lextyen wandered around the garden, pretending to smell frangipani, but in fact he was secretly drinking the wine that the servant had stolen from the back of the house.

"Honey, you're so cute! Let me look at you again. She grabbed her shoulders, "I do think Eaton's short hair is a good fit for you." You cut it in Paris, right? ”

"Yes, everybody has Eaton short hair. If you cut your hair shorter, it will look good. ”

"It's so cute! And this pair of tortoiseshell glasses - how stylish! I've heard that women in South American social circles like to wear these glasses. I didn't know I had such a beautiful and charming niece. How old did you just say? ”

"Twenty-two."

"Twenty-two years old! Tomorrow we will take you to the club, and all the men will be happy! They're lonely, poor fellows, and they've never seen a new face. You've been in Paris for two whole years? It's hard to imagine that the men there didn't propose to you. ”

"I'm afraid I haven't been in contact with many men, auntie. There are only some foreigners. Our life is quiet. And I have to go to work," she added, admitting that it was a bit of a shame to admit it.

"Of course, of course," sighed Mrs. Lextyne. "It's the kind of thing you hear all over the place. Beautiful girls have to work to support themselves. It's a shame! I think it's so selfish that there are so many poor girls looking for husbands, and these men are still celibate, isn't it? Elizabeth did not answer. Mrs. Lextyen then sighed, "I dare say that if I were a young girl, I would marry anyone, and indeed I would marry anyone!" ”

The two women looked at each other. Mrs. Lextyen had a lot to say, but she had no intention of saying more, only hinting indirectly. Many of her words are expressed by suggestion, but in reality, she often makes her meaning very obvious. She spoke in a gentle and objective tone, as if she were talking about a general topic.

"Of course, I have to say that. There are indeed examples where if a girl is not married, it is their own fault. Sometimes, we have this kind of thing here. I remember not so long ago — a girl who had been with her brother for a whole year, and all kinds of people proposed to her — policemen, foresters, timber company clerks with a pretty good future. But she refused, and I heard that she wanted to marry a civil servant in India. That's good, guess what? Of course, her brother can't support her for the rest of her life. Now, I heard that she has returned to China, poor little thing, some kind of female assistant, in fact, she is a servant. It's only fifteen shillings a week! Isn't it scary to think of such a thing? ”

"It's horrible!" Elizabeth replied.

That's the end of the topic. All morning, after returning from Flory's house, Elizabeth told her aunt and uncle about her adventures. They were eating breakfast on a table full of flowers, with a ceiling fan spinning on their heads, and the *** butler, who was as tall as a stork and wearing a white coat and turban, stood behind Mr. Lextyne's chair with a tray in his hand.

(End of chapter)