Due to personnel arrangements and other issues, the two sides did not start the negotiations on 15 September, but postponed them by one day. On 16 September, the two sides finally sat down and began formal armistice negotiations. Both Ergin and Gro were particularly fond of Pashali, so Pashali, who was fluent in Chinese, once again became the representative of Britain and France, and sat opposite Zaiyuan.

Pasha Li had already made the lion's mouth open, and after testing Zaiyuan's cowardice, he didn't spare his hand. Before Zaiyuan could say anything, Pasha Li put forward all his requirements. In addition to reciting the Tianjin Treaty again, a series of demands were added, such as Tianjin Kaifu, Chinese workers going abroad, land cession, indemnity, redemption of prisoners of war, and so on, and finally Zaiyuan was also required to hand over the war criminals who attacked Hexi. Except for the last one, the demands put forward by Pashali are basically the original Beijing Treaty in history.

After listening to Pashali's request, Zaeyuan's mind went blank, and his hands kept trembling. Although you have to be prepared to be slaughtered very much, Pashali's knife is too ruthless, and the alliance under the city has not signed it like this! Moreover, Pa Xia Li asked him to pay for the money of Hexiwu, Zaiyuan can still admit it, let him hand it over, Zaiyuan can't recognize it no matter what. Pull people to fill up the number, you dead foreign devils don't approve of it, where to find the people who really sneak attack. The foreign devils themselves don't know who did it, and Zaiyuan doesn't even know, there is not even a shadow, where to find someone.

"That's too harsh!" Mu Yin couldn't stand it anymore, Pashali's request was too deceitful.

"Mr. Minister, no one will accept such a clause." Jae-won shook his head seriously at Pasha.

"You have only one choice but to accept these conditions, and that is to continue the war. But after the war, you will still have to accept the same conditions, and I sincerely hope that you will seriously consider it. Pashali raised his chin high.

Zhan Zaiyuan and the others didn't want to fight anymore, but this condition was absolutely unacceptable, so the two sides began to quarrel and fell into endless bargaining. The important ministers of the Qing Dynasty who were able to speak well in the court settled down to argue with a few young envoys. Still has the upper hand. However, every time Pashali fell into the wind, he would immediately propose to continue the war as a threat, and Zaiyuan could only retreat in disgrace.

"Sincerely, we have already decided on the content of these terms, and this time I have come to inform you that our two countries will each bring 2,000 soldiers and horses into Beijing to meet the Qing Emperor to exchange the treaty in person. All we want is an answer, you don't deserve to talk about anything. The two sides argued for hours, and Pashali exhausted all his patience and simply showed his hole cards.

"When your minister enters Beijing and meets His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, he must abide by the etiquette of our country and bow three times and bow nine times!" Zaigaki didn't bother to grind any longer, Pashali made his attitude clear, and the content of the treaty could no longer be changed. Entering the Beijing Face Saint, although Xianfeng is the most disgusted, but it is also helpless, Zaiyuan can only save the face of the Qing Dynasty as much as possible.

"I am not a minister of China, and I don't need to bow down to your emperor." Pasha Li also refused cleanly.

"During the Qianlong period, your envoy Magerni came to visit, and in order to worship the etiquette of my Qing Emperor, he also struggled for more than a month. In the end, I bowed down on one knee to my Qing Emperor. "Quoting scriptures and classics, foreigners will definitely not be able to do Chinese, Mu Yin opened his mouth and said the allusions in the Qianlong period.

"There is an old Chinese saying, this time is also, that time is also. Nowadays, times have changed, and the environment has changed completely. Also, my legs were a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't bend my knees. Xia Bali had the face of a villain, and when he said the second half of the sentence, he moved his knees mischievously, clearly teasing Zaiyuan, Mu Yin and others.

"When we negotiated peace in Tianjin the year before last, we also had an agreement that the minister of your country could only carry ten attachés when he entered Beijing to face the saint, and could not carry ordnance, sedan chairs, or queues." Mu Yin turned out the old yellow calendar of 1858 again.

"Sir, you are talking about the agreement of the previous year. And now, we're going to take two thousand people, we're going to carry weapons, we're going to ride in a sedan chair, we're going to put out our strict queues! Pashali said aggressively.

"Even if you lead troops, 2,000 people are too much!" Zaigaki knew that he couldn't stop the foreign devils from leading the troops, but the number of people still had to be contested.

"We want to protect our security, and although your country is negotiating peace, you have also gathered heavy troops here. And you are slow to hand over the bandits who attacked Hexi, and we must have the strength to protect ourselves. When Pa Xiali said this, he looked at the monk Lingqin who had been silent behind Zaiyuan.

"Please don't get me wrong, Tongzhou is close to Gyeonggi, and the turmoil in the south of our country is still ongoing, and we are stationing troops here to protect the security of Gyeonggi. This will not affect the peace talks between us in the slightest, and will not threaten your security. Mu Yin gave an explanation that he thought was reasonable.

"Hahahaha......" Pashali suddenly laughed wildly.

"Speak big, your class of Chinese into the Japanese system to talk big. (Lie, you Chinese will lie all day long.) Pa Shali has been in the Guangdong area for a long time, and the Chinese language he is most familiar with is Cantonese, and when he is excited, he has a bit of a local accent.

"The Mongols behind you were driven here by us from Dagukou! He's the one who's been resisting us, and now you're convincing me that he can keep me safe! The Chinese often say that the general of the defeated army is not brave enough to speak, so how can he guarantee my safety? Pashali stretched out his hand and pointed at Monk Grinqin.

Monk Lingqin's eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't pay attention to Pashali, but his hands were almost crushing the armrests of the chair. He was a Mongolian warrior who won all battles, and in the face of such an insult as Pashali, he wanted to go up to Pashali and then strangle him directly. However, he is not only a Mongolian man, he is also the prince of the Qing Dynasty, the internal and external troubles of the Qing Dynasty, and the trust of Xianfeng made Monk Lingqin have to endure.

"It's almost noon, let's have dinner first! Let's talk about it later! Zaiyuan saw that Monk Greenqin's patience was almost at the limit, and hurriedly called a timeout.

Monk Lingqin is a Mongolian man with a straightforward personality, and has always adhered to the life creed of being able to do his best not to be noisy, and he may fight if he can't help it. Although Pasha Li was tall, his physique was thin and withered, and he stood with Monk Lingqin like a bamboo pole to provoke a hammer. Monk Greenqin is good at martial arts, and Zaiyuan doesn't want to make trouble about beating the messenger.

"Lao Tzu slaughtered this bastard king sooner or later!" As soon as the envoys of the coalition army left, Monk Grinqin dropped the teacup in his hand.

"Monk-king, monk-king, patience, patience! The court situation is difficult, and we are courtiers, so we have to endure humiliation and burden! "Zaiyuan and Mu Yin both came to comfort the monk Greenqin.

"Alas!" The humiliation of Monk Grinqin could only turn into a sigh.

After a hearty lunch of the British and French sides, and a lunch of the Qing court's important ministers and chewing wax, the two sides sat down at the negotiating table again. The verbal sword was staged again, Zaiyuan and Mu Yin talked bitterly, and finally suppressed the most uncomfortable conditions for Xianfeng. After more than eight hours of soft grinding and hard foaming, the two sides finally had a result. In addition to handing over the culprits of Hexi Affairs and bringing 4,000 troops into Beijing, the Qing Dynasty accepted almost all the conditions put forward by Britain and France.

Hexi Wu Yi was directly incorporated into the indemnity, and Zaiyuan's meaning was very clear, we lost the money, but the murderer really couldn't find anyone. What the British army is actually asking for is money, and the murderer can catch the best, and it doesn't matter if he can't find it. As for bringing troops into Beijing, it actually became a compromise plan, although the coalition forces will not send a large army into Beijing, but the main force will move to the periphery of Tongzhou. The two sides negotiated a five-mile point, located five miles south of Zhangjiawan and more than ten miles from Tongzhou, where the main force of the coalition could be stationed. After that, 500 soldiers from each of the two countries formed an escort team and entered Beijing with the mission.

There was also a change in the selection of the face saints, and the Pasha rites were no longer mixed up, but Sir Elgin presented the letters of the Queen of England to Xianfeng. But in terms of etiquette, the two sides still can't talk about it, the bottom line of Britain is to use Western etiquette, but the bottom line of the Qing Dynasty is that you have to kneel on one leg. Five of the eight hours were spent arguing over whether or not the knee hit the ground.

If the negotiator at this moment is Ergin, perhaps the negotiations have ended, and Ergin no longer cares about the question of bending his knees. And with Magherny's precedent to follow, his reputation won't suffer. All the benefits have already been obtained, and the cost of war can be saved, everything is so cost-effective, what's the big deal about bending your knees!

But Pashali's obsession is too deep, how can a noble white man kneel down to a lowly yellow savage, and he can't bend his knees. And now that the British army has been victorious, and the army of the Yellow Monkeys of the Great Qing Dynasty has been routed, they should accept all the conditions, and there is no room for bargaining. Not asking their emperor to bow down to the victorious messenger was already good treatment, where else was there to say. It is impossible for the victor to kneel down to the loser, and Pashali is very persistent in this, and there will never be any loosening.

In a touch of blood on the horizon, the negotiations came to an end. Pa Xia Li was a little resentful that he failed to force Daqing to accept all the conditions, and he was also angry when he left. Zaiyuan and Mu Yin, Seng Lingqin and others also looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but they did not dare to specialize in many things, and sent fast horses to Beijing to submit them to Emperor Xianfeng.

Xianfeng, who had just been persuaded back to the Forbidden City by Concubine Yi, finished watching Zaiyuan's recital in the Palace of Heart Cultivation. This time he didn't shiver or cough, but like a wood carving, he didn't move. Concubine Yi, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, afraid that the emperor would have any discomfort.

"Look at it!" Xianfeng is quite fond of Concubine Yi, and occasionally when she is bored or in a good mood, she will let her see the twists and turns.

"Not only lost power, but also humiliated the country!" Concubine Yi seemed to be able to burst into flames with a pair of apricot eyes.

"What's the idea!" Xianfeng felt so powerless, and he didn't want to listen to the arguments of the important ministers anymore, but wanted to hear the opinions of his concubines.

"Since ancient times, the war and defense and mutual use, the more hard the war, the more solid, and the faster, the only way to negotiate peace is to meet each other!" Concubine Yi looked at the emperor of the Qing Dynasty with a firm look in her eyes.

"Alas! I can't hide from it! Xianfeng's reply was a sigh.