Guan Zhuofan thought nervously, not understanding what caused his suspicions. Modern English was certainly slightly different from that of the nineteenth century, but he didn't think the officer could find fault with it—unless he was also a time-traveler.

"Yes, I'm a parishioner."

"Can you write?"

"Will ......" Guan Zhuofan thought to himself, did you read it for nothing for 17 years as Lao Tzu?

"What's your last name......?"

"Off."

"Oh, dry, very good. In fact, we have one thing we would like you to ask for your help with. The British officer said politely.

Dry? Fuck your sister. "Yes...... Say it if I can do it. Guan Zhuofan didn't know what tricks he was playing.

"We relied on the guidance and intelligence of a group of Russian Orthodox clergymen to enter Beijing this time," the officer shrugged his shoulders, "Well, you know, we don't trust them very much. First, they are a gang of Russians, second, they are a gang of infidels, and third, they are a gang of Russian infidels......"

Although his English was very good, Kwan still felt that it sounded very winding. He didn't dare to interrupt, so he had to listen patiently to the chatter of the British officer.

"We are in great need of people who are fluent in English and Mandarin, and we only have one or two now...... Maybe two or three Chinese translators. If you want......"

Guan Zhuofan was stunned for a moment, and then scolded in his heart: I'll fuck your uncle, you are going to abolish Lao Tzu's retention move!

When he returned home from the barracks and began to think about the future after the crossing, he ruled out almost all possibilities, but he kept this skill for himself, and his confidence that he could support this family also came from this skill - his English. He knew that after 1860, the Qing Dynasty would soon rise to the "Westernization Movement". I am proficient in English, and I still learn shijie history, when the time comes, whether it is in the prime minister's affairs yamen, or under the hands of big businessmen who do business with foreigners, it is really not too easy to find a position with good salary.

But now, this British devil actually wants to pull him to block the translation, which is the so-called "translation". He shuddered when he thought about the image of the translators he saw in the movie and what happened to them later. If he is an interpreter for foreign soldiers, not to mention whether he can accept it emotionally, he only says that if people recognize him, although the capital is big in the future, there will never be a place for him again, and no matter how good his English is, he can only be a fart.

"Your Excellency, it is my pleasure, but ......" He had already made up N reasons to refuse the request of the British devil.

The officer raised his hand, stopped him, and went on to himself: "If you wish, we will pay you a very high fee, two pounds a day, or fifteen ounces of silver. After saying that, he looked at him with a smile.

"But, I ......"

", I think you'd be willing. If there is no problem, let's go now, you don't need to bring anything. ”

Fuck you sister. Guan Zhuofan understood that this was not a request, but an order.

"Well, as I said earlier, it's my pleasure." He nodded, since there was no escape, he had no choice but to act at the opportune moment. He certainly wouldn't go in and get anything again - he would never give the English any chance to get in.

"Tuber," he commanded faintly, "fetch me a few plasters." ”

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That night, he spent the night in the British military camp in the south of the city, and the next day, Guan Zhuofan was sent to the British army headquarters on Gulou Street.

The headquarters requisitioned a huge mansion with a heavily guarded outside, and British soldiers with guns blocked both ends of Gulou Street, and built barriers at the entrance of the headquarters, and even set up two cannons. Guan Zhuofan shook his head secretly, at this time, the large and small yamen in Beijing had already fled, and the hundreds of thousands of troops stationed in Beijing had long disappeared, where was there anyone who came to attack the idea of their headquarters.

Soon he was led by the officer and met with the commander of the British army.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General Grant, this is Mr. Gan, a friend of the Catholic, who can write, and he is definitely qualified for the position of translator." The officer stood up and saluted and reported to the commander with curly red hair.

In this way, the one in front of him is Grant, the commander-in-chief of the British army that invaded China in the Second Opium War. Guan Zhuofan looked at Grant, and Grant was also looking at him.

"Actually, my last name is Guan ......" he was tired of the word "gan" and carefully corrected it.

"! Very good! The pot-bellied Grant patted Guan Zhuofan on the shoulder encouragingly, "I think Major Richard did the right thing, I need a talent like you here." My secretary will arrange for you to be on standby in the adjacent hall, and I will call you if necessary. ”

The common people are right, the tongue of the foreign devil is really straight. Guan Zhuofan had no choice but to say "fuck your sister" in his heart every time he heard the dry word, so that he felt more psychologically balanced.

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Fuck your sister, Lieutenant General.

"What's wrong with your face? Hurt? Grant looked at Guan Zhuofan and asked suspiciously.

Guan Zhuofan's face was crooked with two plasters.

"The city is full of rioters...... Guan Zhuofan explained calmly, "for the sake of my family's safety in the future, I made a little dress up. "It's a high-sounding reason, and there's nothing wrong with it.

Gratt looked at the comical-looking Chinese and laughed maniacally.

On this day, he didn't have much to do, only saw a Chinese in a white suit coming in and out, braided on his head, wearing a civilized hat, and dressing himself up as nondescript, but the foreigner seemed to respect him very much, and every time he came out, he would politely send him to the door.

By the next morning, Kwan was summoned into the hall by Grant's secretary, and an argument inside seemed to have just ended.

"I still think that the original target of punishment that we both agreed on is appropriate. But if you must stick to your opinion...... a gray-haired man dressed in a French military uniform, spread his hands, and said to Grant, "of course our French army will cooperate with your actions." ”

"General Meng Toban, I insist that the Qing government's barbaric and inhumane atrocities must be punished more severely!" Grant said, gesturing to the side.

Guan Zhuofan noticed that on a soft chair next to him, there was a tall and thin foreigner, who was described as withered and looked extremely weak, and was squatted by a doctor to take care of him.

"I deeply regret what happened to Mr. Pashali." The French general shrugged his shoulders.

Pasha. When Guan Zhuofan heard this name, he knew that things were happening inevitably according to historical records.

Pashali was the British Minister to China. After the landing of the British and French forces, the Qing army suffered defeats and designated Zaiyuan and Mu Yin to start peace talks with the British and French in Zhangjiawan. When the negotiations were inconclusive, Zaiyuan and Seng Lingqin actually arrested the negotiator Pa Xiali and 38 followers, and sent them to the Old Summer Palace as prisoners to be imprisoned and tortured. When the Anglo-French army reached the capital, the imperial court hurriedly released these "prisoners", and only eighteen people came out alive. The British reacted by burning the Old Summer Palace as punishment.

But how did we invite you to come? When the robbers broke into the master's house and clamored to punish the master to protect his "human rights", this shijie has no real justice and justice at all, and all that remains is iron and blood.

", come here." Grant's face turned pale, "The other translators have all gone to participate in the negotiations with your court." You come and write a letter to your Emperor's brother. ”

The emperor's younger brother is naturally referring to Prince Gong. After Emperor Xianfeng hunted Rehe in the north, his younger brother, the twenty-eight-year-old Prince Heshuo Gong, came to preside over the affairs of the capital and the peace talks with the foreigners.

Guan Zhuofan sat silently at the table, spread out the pen and paper, and wanted to cry without tears in his heart: I didn't expect that I, Guan Zhuofan, would participate in this history in such a way. He knew that this letter was a note from Grant to Prince Gong, a note about the burning of the Old Summer Palace.

The so-called note is just to inform you.

"Anyone on earth, including the Emperor......" Grant dictated, word for word.

Any person in the universe, no matter how noble he is, is as precious as an emperor...... Grant's English was transformed into half-literate Chinese under Kwan Zhuofan's pen.

"If the crime of dishonesty and deception is committed, it is inevitable to suffer sanctions and punishments......"

If he commits the crime of hypocrisy and fraud, he cannot escape the responsibility and punishment he deserves......

"The Qing emperor not only did not abide by the previously agreed treaty, but even broke the treaty......"

The Qing Emperor could not keep the previous covenant and violated the peace treaty......

"On September 5th, we will destroy and burn the Forbidden City in your capital as punishment!" Grant made the end.

It is scheduled to be destroyed and burned on the 5th day of September...... Guan Zhuofan's hand shook, and a large drop of ink fell on the paper.

Forbidden city?