"You...... Your Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, are you saying that this Oriental, respected General Liang will be your husband? It took a while for Macartney to come back to his senses, and he still stammered a little when he spoke.

"Yes, we will be married before God, and God will bear witness to the unwavering love between us." After bowing slightly to Macartney and the others, Maria turned her head to look at her lover. Liang Pengfei looked proud, and stretched out his big hand to hold her soft. "Honey, you will be a treasure that I will love for the rest of my life."

"In addition, I hereby announce that my wedding to the eldest princess of Spain will take place in two months' time in the church of St. Paul's in Macau, and here I invite you to be present on time and, of course, you, dear ambassadors, to my wedding with Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of Spain before returning to the West." Liang Pengfei finally set his eyes on Macartney.

At this time, Macartney had completely relaxed, yes, Macartney, who was still worried about his fate, naturally understood why Liang Pengfei said the last sentence alone, that is, he clearly told himself that he would not kill these British, otherwise, why would he say such things in front of many Western colonial officials.

The important thing is that as long as people are alive, everything is easy to do, everything is to be talked about. "Of course, it will be a lifetime honor to be able to attend the wedding of the two of you, but ......" Macartney swept his gaze to the key members of the diplomatic corps behind him, and of course Brigadier General Ford and other military personnel.

"They can also participate, but, dear Mr. Ambassador, they must stay, after all, they are a group of prisoners of war, my prisoners of war." Liang Pengfei smiled and leaned into Macartney's ear and whispered.

"Your Excellency, I have no intention of offending your majesty, but my colleague Mr. Staunton Jr., the son of Mr. Staunton Jr., has just turned thirteen, and he is still a child, and I wish to be able to take him away." Macartney thought for a moment, and after seeing the eyes that Nastandon had frequently delivered, he boldly pleaded.

"Little Staunton, that lovely and clever little boy, how did I forget him, my dear, didn't you say that when we had our wedding, we needed a flower girl who was devout to God and who was wise and lovely? I think little Staunton is the most suitable choice. I will hand him over to you, you know, he has met the emperor of the Qing Kingdom, and he behaved very calmly and calmly, and even won the love of the Qing Emperor, and he will definitely be an excellent talent in the future. Liang Pengfei patted his head and smiled at Maria.

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"The little boy you were talking about? Okay, but I'm afraid he still needs his father's opinion for this kind of thing, right? With a sweet smile on her face, Maria set her gaze on Staunton's face.

"Of course, that is the honor of little Staunton, and even our Staunton family, who is willing to serve you, Your Royal Highness the Eldest Princess." Staunton saw that Liang Pengfei did not answer positively, but if he handed over his son to the beautiful and kind Spanish eldest princess, it would be much better than staying by his side.

The surrender ceremony was fairly simple, as Rear Admiral Ford handed over his saber to Liang Pengfei on behalf of the British East India Company's colonial fleet.

In order to appease the emotions of these prisoners of war, they will be temporarily stationed on Hong Kong Island for a period of time, of course, it does not mean that they can easily brag and fart here all day long, they will become the main labor force of Liang Pengfei in the construction of the Kowloon Bay Pier, and the silver they extorted from the political axe of the Qing Dynasty naturally obediently went into the pocket of Young Master Liang, and as for those British warships, they also became the trophies of Young Master Liang.

"Honorable Führer, you should not leave those British prisoners of war behind, I personally think that they will be an unstable factor, you know, we Westerners are very fond of free will, and I am afraid that they will cause you a lot of trouble when the time comes." In the bright cabin of the Red Shark, Liang Pengfei sat at a square table with the officials of the Western colonies, except for the first slap of Liang Pengfei's farts without the slightest nutrition, the old Van Persie stood up with a frown and put forward his opinion.

"That's right, Your Excellency, I don't think it's a wise choice for you to leave them on Hong Kong Island, if Qing Guo knows about this, he will definitely be very unhappy, and he will even come to you for trouble." A very thin Westerner stood up, his face equally worried. This is the big man Bush of the United States of America in Macau, and when he first heard the name, Liang Pengfei almost spit the cigar in his mouth directly into this guy's face.

"Oh?" Liang Pengfei muttered a huge cigar and puffed a thick white smoke, looked at these Western colonial officials sitting around the table, and said with a lazy smile on his face: "Do you all think so?" ”

Most of the people were nodding, and although a small number of people didn't show any action, it could be seen from their eyes that they did think that Liang Pengfei had made a very unwise choice.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's disapproving expression, Villa couldn't sit still, especially after seeing the hint from Van Persie, who was sitting opposite, he stood up. "Your Excellency, I think that as a staunch ally, and for the common good, we want to be able to share some of your worries as a way to show our sincerity."

"Really? Dear Baron Villa, Liang Pengfei laughed twice, then stretched out his hand to Naberia and motioned for him to continue.

"I hope you will allow me and everyone present to take these prisoners of war away and hand them over to our custody......" Villa spoke, a pair of cunning little eyes stared at Liang Pengfei tightly, but he couldn't see any information from his face, so he had to continue the performance on his own.

"The reason is simple, because we are all Westerners here, and England, though isolated in Europe and often hostile to our nations, is from the same place. In the West, it is a normal thing to take in the war, and besides, we speak the same language and communicate more easily, so that these prisoners of war will not be too wary of us, and one thing, after they are transported to India, they are so far away from the Qing country, naturally there is no way to make trouble for you......"

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Villa weaved a lot of reasons crookedly, and the purpose of these reasons was naturally only one, that is, if Liang Pengfei took in these prisoners of war, he would not only arouse the disgust of the British, but also create some big troubles for him from time to time, and it would be different if he handed them over.

After all, the colonies of the Western colonists are now far away in India, naturally, these prisoners of war really cannot pose a threat to Liang Pengfei, not to mention, they also share the attention of the British for Liang Pengfei, so that Liang Pengfei does not have to face the anger of the British alone.

Before Villa's reason was finished, Liang Pengfei had already begun to laugh, and gradually his voice became louder and louder, even Villa's voice was covered, looking at Liang Pengfei patting the table and laughing wildly, Villa felt that there was a wave of anger brewing in his stomach.

"Your Excellency, we are discussing business, please pay attention to your demeanor." Van Persie cleared his throat and persuaded Liang Pengfei with a pleasant face.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm really sorry, the main thing is that this dear baron is so funny that I have to laugh." Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded apologetically to everyone present, and then slowly stood up, paced leisurely, and walked towards Naberia.

The slightly dull footsteps echoed in the cabin, and everyone's eyes fell on Liang Pengfei, not understanding what he was going to do, and Villa was also confused.

"I'm glad that you can think of me like this, and I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for your concern, but I am about to make up my mind, and I will not change it." Liang Pengfei walked up to Naberia, and after taking a deep look at Villa, he turned his head and glanced at everyone present and announced.

"Your Excellency, ...... you" One of the colonial officials was about to stand up when he was startled by Liang Pengfei's expression that suddenly became frosty.

"Gentlemen, who gave you a rich Indian colony in the East? Who is it that I cleaned up the British colonial fleet for you? It is also I, who helped you to make it easy for you to invade Calcutta and become the master of India and Bengal? Or am I ......" Liang Pengfei's deep voice was like the low roar of a fierce beast in a cage, and Sen's cold killing intent made everyone shudder.

Fan Persie just wanted to stand up and explain, but after seeing the sharp gaze that Liang Pengfei swept over like a blade shining with cold light, his heart almost stopped, and he quickly closed his mouth.

"Don't think I'm the same as those stupid and greedy Qing officials, don't take me for an idiot, and don't try to provoke me, gentlemen, remember." Liang Pengfei leaned down and looked at a colonial official beside him, his smiling face was as hideous as the demon of hell depicted on the mural, his eyes were so cold that people seemed to see the thousand-year-old ice on the top of the Alps, and his black pupils were like the bottomless entrance to hell, inside, there was a faint cluster of black flames that could burn the soul dancing and flying.

(To be continued)