The morning sun, the warm sun shining on a small English town, dispelled the chill of midnight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As a new day begins, the town's market begins to bustle.

People come and go, and people are boiling.

The peculiar thing is that in the central area of the town, there is a long street in Chinese style, and the shops are written in Chinese characters, and the bosses and guys in it are all yellow-skinned and black-haired Chinese.

All this makes people look a little abrupt, but after looking at it for a long time, I feel that the street and the surrounding English style environment are perfectly combined with each other.

Kelly elegantly lay in a high-end Huaxia attic private room, through the window on the third floor, observing the pedestrians on the street, tasting pastries and tea from time to time, and the maids serving her were all Chinese, standing respectfully and listening to orders.

A Samhan man was kneeling in front of Kelly, reporting to her about the battle in Jinchuan Castle.

"Very well done." Kelly heard that Jinchuan Castle was captured as expected, not only did she not have a trace of unhappiness, but she also had a slight smile on her face.

"It is an honour for all members of our family to be your people, to be glorious Englishmen. England will surely emerge victorious, in praise of the great Lord Kelly, Smecta. When the middle-aged man heard that he was praised, he said happily in his heart, excitedly expressing his loyalty.

"Let's go down." Kelly wanted to continue to praise a few words, but after seeing Stina appear at the entrance of the building, she quickly said softly to the other party with a slight frown at the loss of patience of the Sanhan man in front of her.

"Yes, yes, yes." The Sanhan man knew how to observe the words, hurriedly got up and said, then bowed back, and after catching a glimpse of Stina out of the corner of his eye, he quickly bowed, but Stina didn't pay any attention to the action, just walked straight towards Kelly.

After the Samhan people left, Kelly asked the maids to retreat.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Without waiting for Stina to speak, Kelly asked a little actively, and then gently placed the teacup she was holding on the coffee table in front of her.

"The spiritual leader of the Chinese Resistance Army has woken up, although he is still a little mentally weak, but he can already talk soberly." Stina replied immediately.

"Well, let's get started." After hearing that the other party could speak soberly, a smile appeared on her face, and then she said to Stina: "Be careful in the future, call him Lord Wen when you meet him, and show our respect for him in England, Stina, I hope you can do this." ”

"Understood." Stina clasped her hands to her chest and leaned slightly sideways as she spoke, feeling a little reluctant. But this is what Kelly asked, and she has no reason to refuse.

In the crowded market, a middle-aged literati walked out of the inn, still in a trance in his mind, behind him, two men in white robes followed closely, but did not restrict his movements.

The dark dungeon vanished like a nightmare, and the middle-aged literati struggled to remember what had happened.

After being captured by the English Confederate forces, he was first treated favorably, refused allegiance to the English, then tortured, almost to the point of dying, treated, then treated favorably, unwilling to swear, and then tortured. One English ruler after another tried to persuade him to surrender, but he refused.

Even when several defeated Chinese rulers were caught in front of him, kneeling on the ground and crying in the hope that he would surrender, the middle-aged literati did not waver in the slightest.

Later, the news that his daughter had become a servant reached his ears, and the middle-aged literati was grief-stricken, but still did not surrender, and his heart was full of guilt.

After exhausting all conceivable means and losing patience, the rulers of England gave up on persuasion and turned to torture in an all-round way, hoping to break the will of the middle-aged literati and force him to surrender.

In the memory, the soldering iron hurt almost every inch of skin, the skin and flesh were peeled everywhere on the body of the leather whip, and the sharp iron hook pierced the wound that was deep and visible to the bone, scraping the bone, cutting the flesh, and peeling the skin. All kinds of inhuman torture were repeated many times, and whenever the middle-aged literati themselves felt that they were about to die, they would always be treated and recovered by the ruler of England who appeared.

After the treatment, the wounds on the body healed, but the mental wounds will flow forever, those memories are the existence that I can't forget even if I want to try to forget, so painful, so heavy, but I can't shake the belief in the hearts of middle-aged literati.

"Is it a new trick again?" When the middle-aged literati saw the person guarding him with such an indulgent attitude, he suddenly thought calmly, looked at everything on the street with some enjoyment, and walked slowly and freely. It has been locked in the dungeon for a long time, and the middle-aged literati can only vaguely remember the prosperity inside and outside the city of Yanzhou.

Small bridges and flowing water, oil-paper umbrellas, masks and various knick-knacks on vendors, children running happily with kites bought by their parents, bustling and busy crowds. Gradually, everything on the street overlapped with the scene of Yanzhou City, and the middle-aged literati suddenly had a familiar sense of belonging emerging from their hearts, which was the feeling of home.

The war really seems to be gone. I don't know what Yanzhou City will look like at this moment, the middle-aged literati thought complicatedly in his heart.

"Lord Wen." A familiar voice suddenly came into the middle-aged literati's mind, and the somewhat vague world in front of him suddenly became clear.

"It's you!" The middle-aged literati looked not far ahead, and immediately saw Kelly smiling in traditional Chinese ladies' clothes.

Although she has a very good figure, her blonde appearance and her appearance are matched with Huaxia women's clothes, Stina always feels a little weird, and she is reluctantly forced by the lord to wear a lady's clothes, and her body is particularly awkward.

"Lord Wen." After gradually walking in, Stina looked at the middle-aged literati expressionlessly, and performed a Chinese etiquette, but in her heart she hoped that all this would end as soon as possible and let herself take off this clothes.

The middle-aged literati didn't care about all this, but said calmly: "Don't waste your efforts, if you want me to be an official of the English, then continue to send me to the dungeon." ”

"Master Wen, don't say that, you won't be without a little feeling when you see all this at this moment." Kelly smiled meaningfully with a flick of one hand.

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged literati frowned and said with some displeasure.

"Go sit over there and talk, you haven't eaten yet, just sit and talk." As she spoke, Kelly motioned to Stina, who immediately entered a restaurant.

Soon, the owner of the restaurant came out to receive him personally, hoping to take Kelly and the others to the private seat upstairs.

"No need, just sit in the lobby." Without waiting for Kelly to say anything, the middle-aged literati entered the restaurant and sat down at a table closest to the street.

Stina just wanted to say something, but remembering Kelly's advice, she immediately held back, just looked at all this with some disgust, for this day, so many preparations, is this person really worth it for the lord.

Not caring about the middle-aged literati's sudden actions, Kelly smiled and waved away the restaurant owner, sat elegantly in front of the middle-aged literati, and bowed slightly: "Please allow me to formally introduce myself to you." ”

Raising her head, Kelly looked at the middle-aged literati in front of her with a smile on her face, and said softly slowly.

"I am from the English civilization and am the sole lord of the Shibel region, and at this moment, I would like to pay tribute to you on behalf of all the members of my command."

"I hope that Venerable Wen Tianxiang, the spiritual leader of Chinese civilization and the leader of the rebels in Yanzhou City, can accept our respect."

"Venerable Lord Wen, are you willing to accept the town at this moment and become a model for the English and the Chinese in the future?"