In the early morning of August 17, 1447 in the Julian calendar, the sun was shining all over the land as always, and nothing changed except for a little lord and a little groom.

In the hut full of musty and foul smell, Liu Huaqiang, who was asleep, was woken up very rudely.

In a trance, Liu Huaqiang forgot that he was in a foreign country at this time, and thought that he was in his warm little home.

It wasn't until he saw the face of an ugly Ottoman that he remembered his situation.

"Your Excellency the Special Envoy asked me to tell you to go to dinner, hurry up, don't rub it off!"

The very lame Montenian language, which sounded in Liu Huaqiang's ears, was completely commanding, even if it was just an ordinary Ottoman guard.

Liu Huaqiang rubbed his sleepy eyes, and didn't reason anything with this guy.

After about half a minute, he sat up from his bed, put on his deerskin boots, and followed the Ottoman guards out of the room.

Walk through Baron Stout's dilapidated manor to a small garden in an elegant setting, where the scent of rosebuds fills the air.

Liu Huaqiang, who had been smothering in the stinking hut all night, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths of fragrant air.

In the middle of the garden, there is a square table carved out of granite, and the decoration on the table has serious traces of erosion over time.

I wanted to come to this table, which was purchased at a time when the Baron de Stant family was in a good financial situation.

As for the specific time, I am afraid that the shortest time can be traced back to more than 30 years ago.

In the middle of the stone table, there is a silver tray with neatly stacked sliced wheat bread.

To the left of the silver tray are two small, textured clay pots containing honey and jam.

Two silver spoons, specially used to spread jam or honey, are placed on the side in reverse.

To the right of the silver tray is a glass vial containing less than half a vial of white crystalline powder.

If you don't know, you will definitely think that the vial is filled with sugar, but in fact, it is filled with sea salt.

In Wallachia and even throughout Europe, salt was a status symbol until the seventeenth century, and the salt shaker was an essential thing on the table of the aristocracy.

Even in Romania in the 21st century, when the host feasts on distinguished guests, it is still customary to have a jar of refined salt on the table.

Finally, in the corner of the table, there was a glass bottle with a wooden stopper at the mouth, which contained a scarlet liquid.

Wheat bread with honey and jam and sea salt, plus a bottle of wine, this was already the most hearty breakfast that the down-and-out Baron Stant could come up with.

Liu Huaqiang walked to the dining table, glanced at the layout on the table, and soon stared at the back of a person in the depths of the garden.

There is no doubt that this man is the Ottoman envoy, Bulaya.

Bulaya is about six feet tall, wears a tall red felt hat, wears a traditional black Turkish robe and bloomers, and wears black Yemeni leather boots.

Around his waist, in addition to the close-fitting tight belt, there was a wide, loose belt tied to the outside.

There is an Ottoman-style print on the belt, while two bags are also hung.

One of them, a larger, fine linen, body of the original owner, Tsepesh, had seen Braye take a gold coin out of it.

The other bag is smaller and made of precious silk.

From the 11th century onwards, some parts of Florence and Milan had the capacity to produce mid-range silk.

But high-grade silk, the Europeans at that time could not make it, and could only import it from the ancient countries of the distant East.

Its value is several times that of the same weight of gold, and it is an absolute status symbol.

Liu Huaqiang can see that Buraye's silk bags are high-end goods, and it must be very important to be able to use precious high-grade silk to hold things.

While Liu Huaqiang was staring at Bureye, the Ottoman envoy, who was admiring the flowers, turned around unhurriedly.

A typical face of Turkic descent had a very smug smile on it.

Compared with his smile, Liu Huaqiang's face is full of anger, with high eyebrows and cracked eyes, which can even give people a hideous feeling.

Of course, Liu Huaqiang is not Cepesh, his expression at this time is completely performing.

Imagine a 16-year-old aristocratic boy who was forced to sleep in the groom's room for one night, and anger is the most normal expression.

In fact, Liu Huaqiang really didn't get angry, as a sane adult, he knew that anger didn't play any role.

The angry expression on his face lasted for about ten seconds, and then turned into a helpless face.

In the eyes of others, a series of facial changes are like a child who has been wronged, but is helpless.

I have to say that Liu Huaqiang's performance is quite in place.

When he was in college, he was the backbone of the school's drama club, and students or teachers often joked with him, saying that he was an actor who was delayed because he studied too well.

Liu Huaqiang's actor-level acting skills completely blinded Braye's eyes, so that he didn't see anything abnormal.

"Tepes, how was your rest last night?"

Braye asked knowingly, with obvious sarcasm in his tone.

"It's not good, I'm not resting well, now, you should be satisfied."

As Liu Huaqiang spoke, his head lowered and lowered, and finally he simply looked directly at his feet.

Helpless, ashamed, and self-ashamed, all kinds of emotions are revealed through facial expressions, like a kitty that is about to be tamed.

As long as the falconer boils the eaglet for a few more minutes, the eaglet will obediently become a human plaything.

Of course, all this is deliberately shown by Liu Huaqiang.

The purpose was clear: he wanted to paralyze the Ottomans and make them think that they were willing to be puppets, so as to lower their vigilance against themselves.

Buraye was very satisfied with Liu Huaqiang's deliberate emotional changes, and his original plan was to tame Cepesh.

Immediately, a bright smile appeared on Braye's face, and he said in a kind tone: "Sit down and have breakfast with me." ”

Liu Huaqiang was not polite, sat down on the chair as soon as he sat down, and reached out to get the bread. But halfway through the hand, he took it back.

The tame eaglet, without the master's order, even if fresh raw beef is placed in front of it, must not eat it.

Liu Huaqiang's acting skills continue to be online, and the small details are controlled enough to bear the vivid description.

At this time, Braye's smile was even brighter, and he walked quickly to the stone table and sat opposite Liu Huaqiang.

"Yesterday, we entered the territory of Wallachia, and I saw that you were a little excited, so I will calm you down with a small punishment.

I want you to figure out that everything you can have is given by the great Sultan.

In the same way, the great Sultan can take back at any time what he has given you.

Look, now you understand that, and that's good, very good. ”

After listening to Bureye's words, Liu Huaqiang finally understood why Tsepeshi was arranged in the small black room last night.

Braye's purpose was more insidious and terrifying than mere humiliation.

And this happens to coincide with Liu Huaqiang's performance, and the insidious purpose gives Liu Huaqiang more room to play.

A descendant of the Turks, what kind of madness are you crazy in front of Lao Tzu, why did your ancestors migrate here, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?

Whether it's IQ or EQ, you're a scumbag, and it won't be long before I slaughter you with my own hands.

Liu Huaqiang tyrannized Buraya in his heart, but on the surface, he continued to maintain the appearance of being tamed.

's excellent acting skills have become one of the most powerful weapons for Liu Huaqiang, a graduate student of the Department of History, mixed in 15th century Europe.