"Your Majesty, Master Caomin has contacted dozens of Han merchants in the city, and these people have bribed the guards in the city with a lot of money, as long as the heavenly soldiers arrive, the guards will open the city and surrender."

"Oh? Tell me, why does this master of yours have so much energy? Zhu Youlang became interested, and listened to his apprentice's statement, this master should be a local snake, and he should be called "Xiangxian" in another word.

"Master Caomin is a merchant family in Awa City, who has accumulated hundreds of thousands of wealth during the Chongzhen period, but the current Burmese king Mangda covets his wealth, and casually found an excuse to lead troops to raid my master's home, and also killed dozens of people in the whole family... My master was hidden by an old servant at that time, and he survived..."The apprentice described it as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

After that, the master changed his name and lived with the old servant. Thinking that his family had been destroyed, Mangda no longer doubted it, and as the master grew up, he learned some techniques from a Confucian scholar who lived in Ava, and pretended to be a ghost on the streets. Later, his fame grew, and even Mangda asked the master to do Dharma rituals. ”

"Then, why didn't Master Ruzhi seek an opportunity to assassinate the Burmese king Mangda? Prescribe some poisonous pills and say that you can take it for longevity? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, he is the only one left in the master's family, if he assassinates that mangda, the master's family will be extinct, the master has no children under his knees, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is the greatest, and he dies again, how will the master face his ancestors and ancestors under the nine springs!"

Zhu Youlang thought about it for a while, so he comforted him with kind words, and said that he would prescribe a few aphrodisiac prescriptions to bring him back.

"Master often told us that this trick is far-fetched and deceitful. If you really want to speculate on the fortune, you still have to study Hanshu, especially history. Master's fame in Ava City can be accurately calculated through historical inference. ”

"I can't imagine that Master Ru is still an understanding person, if he is really a warlock, even if I am willing to believe it, the ministers around me will advise me not to follow King Qin."

The younger apprentice among the two spoke, "The grass people are ignorant, and they dare to ask the emperor what does King Qin mean?" ”

"King Qin once believed in Xu Fu and other scholars, Xu Fu said that there was an elixir in the East China Sea, and if you take it, you can live forever, but the King of Qin gave people money, and Xu Fu directly absconded with the money. And because all dynasties have criticized the Qin Dynasty, this matter is always used to persuade the king. Zhu Youlang paused, "Although the Confucian scholars of this dynasty do not attach much importance to history, the matter of Qin Shi Huang is also well known, and the two are not Han, right?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the villains and others are Burmese, but their faces are similar to those of the Han people."

"Oh, then it's no wonder, when you go back, you have to learn more about history, it's good for you. Tang Taizong said that with history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall. ”

"The villain is waiting for His Majesty's teachings!"

This is not just out of flattery, in this era when a set of four books and five classics is faster than ten taels of silver, it is indeed not easy to learn history, but even if people who know history are not a traverser, they can find the traps that they fell into one by one through the precious thousands of years of history of the Chinese nation, and then... Change a trap and fall down.

But that's a lot better than the past, isn't it?

Zhu Youlang and the two talked until midnight, and did not end the conversation until midnight.

These two Confucian scholars were ubiquitous among the ruling class in the Ming Dynasty and even in Yunnan, but not in Burma.

Although Myanmar has always maintained tributary relations with the Ming Dynasty, Myanmar is completely different from North Korea and Vietnam, which call themselves "Little China".

North Korea has almost completely embraced Chinese culture, using Chinese characters for a long time. Even in the Qing Dynasty, there was a war between Korean Confucian scholars.

Vietnam, on the other hand, was not as deeply influenced as North Korea, but the Chinese-Vietnamese words that can be found everywhere in the Vietnamese language in later generations also speak for themselves--- and Chinese characters have long been used in Vietnam. In the same way, Vietnam also calls itself Little China, and regards itself as China, Khmer, and Siam as barbarians, and wants to "change Xia into Yi" against them.

Myanmar was only afraid of the national power of the Ming Dynasty and had to surrender, as for Confucian ethics? They don't even use Chinese characters, so how can they understand Confucian ethics? Therefore, the appearance of a group of Confucian scholars in Myanmar is really something that surprised Zhu Youlang, and he can't help but wonder what kind of person this Confucian "grandfather" from Myanmar is.

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The back door of the Mansion opened again.

Although the people who came out this time were still wrapped in short clothes and had turbans wrapped around their heads, they did not carry the flat poles used to buy vegetables. If you look closely, you will see that the leg muscles of this person are obviously not similar to those of ordinary manservants--- whose legs are atrophied, while this one has obvious tendon flesh.

That's right, this is a martial artist.

Three days ago, an elephant team arrived outside the city of Ava, and thousands of soldiers poured into the city. Although the government did not release any news about the war, it was clear to those who were interested that the Burmese king had fled in defeat.

Maybe the Burmese king knew something, and as soon as he returned to the city, he strengthened the patrol in the city, and the Burmese army with spears could be seen everywhere on the streets, shouting and drinking, and from time to time overturning the stalls of a hawker--- we can't beat the Ming Kingdom, and we can't clean up a few of you little people? Yo, dare to resist? Fellow, you still have a daughter...

In the atrocities of the Burmese army's public robbery, the Han people in the city naturally bore the brunt, and even if the shops were closed, the Burmese army occasionally smashed open the door and robbed the few goods in the warehouse behind the shops, and everyone was helpless against this.

The warrior deliberately took a path to avoid being noticed by the Burmese army. Climbing over a few low houses, the warrior jumped off the wall and came to a large mansion in the north of the city.

"Beiyan, we've been waiting for you here for so long." He was caught by a couple of laughing Burmese.

"There's no way, there are too many soldiers outside, so I have to take a long detour." The martial artist took out a few silver dollars from his body, "A few brothers have worked hard, go and drink." ”

When the Burmese saw the silver plate with white flowers, they smiled happily: "Thank you, you Beiyan are really rich, no wonder the king wants to beat you." ”

"What do you say?" An elderly Burmese pulled the one who owed it, and muttered in a local dialect that the martial artist couldn't understand, "If you don't say a few good words after taking someone else's bounty, next time someone doesn't give it to you, you will cry!" ”

The martial artist just smiled and ignored them. Soon, a diminutive old servant came out of a side room and led him to his master.

"General."

"Huh?" The master turned around, and the strung nail leaves on his body glistened silver in the scorching July sun.

The martial artist chuckled inwardly, but his face was respectfully showing a posture of facing the superior, joy and anger are the basic etiquette of the Chinese ruling class, as an "essence", the martial artist has done a good job in this regard.

"General, this is a letter from Emperor Ming that my master pass it on to you."

The general was about to say that he couldn't read Chinese characters, but he saw that the hand had been stretched out, and through the envelope, he could faintly see a circle of round Brahmi letters inside.