He Xiang Xiaoqiang thought about it well, and after reciting this poem, there was silence in the room.

The father and daughter of the Zheng family glanced at each other and looked at Zhu Yourong carefully.

Zhu Yourong held her cheeks with one hand and unconsciously played with her official kiln teacup with the other, as if immersed in the words of this poem. After a moment, she let out a long sigh and asked softly:

Li Zhiyi's "Fortune Operator" in the Song Dynasty changed a few words. …… Mr. Xiang, you said that this poem was written on the cigarette box in the shell? ”

"Exactly."

Zheng Gongyin also sighed softly:

"There are still people in the arsenal who are so mindful, which shows that not all the people in the north disagree with us...... After three hundred years of slavery education in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, I heard that the common people north of the Huai River did not know who Yue Fei was or who Wen Tianxiang was. They only know that the Ming Dynasty liked to eat human flesh and drink human blood, and specially dug up the hearts and livers of boys and girls to make pills...... It was they who entered the Qing Dynasty in time, and the autumn did not commit any crimes, saving the common people. However, when I heard this poem today, I realized that there were still people in the north who were looking forward to the king......"

"I only wish that the king's heart is like a minister's heart, and he will live up to his loyalty......" Zhu Yourong listened to Zheng Gongyin's emotion, and was like a demon, silently reciting the last two sentences, "I only wish the king's heart is like a minister's heart......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang watched coldly, didn't bother her, and let her sigh.

Zhu Yourong said suddenly:

"What about cigarette cases? Where are you now? ”

Zheng Gongyin hurriedly said:

"I guess it's still with Jinyiwei."

"I want it, bring it to me," Zhu You said unquestionably, "I want it now." ”

Zheng Yuxuan hurriedly pulled the bell and ordered someone to do it.

"I only wish that the king's heart is like the heart of a minister......"

Zhu Yourong buried his face in his palms, muffled his voice, and after a while, he raised his face, and there were already tears on his face.

The father and daughter of the Zheng family were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward:

"Cousin......"

"Banyan ......"

Zheng Yuxuan handed over a towel and said quietly:

"Cousin, don't think about it so much......"

Zhu Yourong waved his hand, took the towel and wiped it twice, and said softly in a nasal tone:

"Okay, I'm fine."

Xiang Xiaoqiang was surprised to witness all this. He was delighted to find that this poem played a powerful role in this Miss Zhu, far exceeding his expectations.

He didn't know what touched Miss Zhu. It seems that the girls of the Ming Dynasty cried when they heard this song?

Maybe she is the Ming royal family, and she is particularly touched.

Although Zhu Yourong said that she was not a princess, Xiang Xiaoqiang did not believe it so simply. Seeing Miss Zhu's reaction, he became more and more convinced that Miss Zhu was an important royal family, maybe a princess or a county lord. These words should remind her of the unfinished business of her father, brother and her ancestors.

Xiang Xiaoqiang also tried to be infected by this emotion. Not only does he want to share this sentiment, but he also has to seize the rare opportunity at the moment, and he must let these royal magnates bypass the cabinet and directly intervene in sending troops to rescue them.

As for whether this will cause a war, Xiang Xiaoqiang does not intend to pay attention. When he came to this time and space, he had already made a great contribution to the Ming Dynasty and was worthy of them. Now he wants to get his share back.

"Miss Zhu," he said, "tonight's meeting, as an outsider, I think what touches me the most is the words of the commander of the submarine force. I remember debating the question of whether submarine rescue was feasible at the time. The then Vice-Admiral ......"

"Wait," Zhu Yourong wiped his eyes, put down the towel and said, "Commander of the submarine force, is that Qi ...... What's going on? ”

Zheng Gongyin interjected:

"Qi Xiwen."

"That's right, Qi Xiwen. What my uncle just told me about it, saying that he spoke wonderfully, is that him? ”

As soon as Zheng Gongyin heard that Xiang Xiaoqiang was going to talk about this paragraph, he was in his mind, so he smiled and said:

"Yes, that's him. Xiao Xiang, I just gave ...... I told my niece once, my brain is not good, I can't remember the original words, you young people have a good brain, you learn it again. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang was stunned, and then thought that when he was eating supper in the side hall, Zheng Gongyin must have told this Miss Zhu about the meeting tonight. But he didn't know why Jung Kyung-in wanted him to say it again.

When he talked about this matter, he wanted to encourage Miss Zhu to exert influence, bypass the Ming Dynasty cabinet, and directly arrange for a military rescue, which was selfish. As was said, there is a danger that armed rescue will lead to war. But Xiang Xiaoqiang is only ready to stay for five years, and there is no need for long-term planning. But this Marquis Zheng, as a relative of the emperor, seems to also hope to achieve a rescue result by force. Is it any good for him?

"Yes," Zhu Yourong said to Xiang Xiaoqiang, "Uncle has already talked about it, I don't go into detail, Mr. Xiang, you can tell it again." ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, he didn't want this, all he wanted was the result.

"Commander Qi's original words are like this, I remember it very clearly:

"'You old men who sit in the Admiralty's office and report on plans all day, where do all the fake data on your desk come from? Where did all the pseudo-clear maps we hang in front of us come from? Aren't those girls from the submarine force driving submarines at night and sending agents to the other side of the shore to get them?

"Don't forget why we're sitting here today! The twelve girls who were locked up on the other side, didn't they know that they were safe and comfortable as ordinary people? Don't they like to stay at home at night and weave sweaters? Don't they like to sit in the cinema at night and eat rice and melon seeds? Don't they like to spend the moon in the park with their lovers at night? Why? Because they have to drive a submarine to the Yangtze River at night to steal chickens and dogs! …… For the Ming Dynasty and the Holy One, go up and steal chickens and touch dogs! ’”

Xiang Xiaoqiang's words were sonorous and powerful, just like what Commander Qi Xiwen said here.

……

"For Daming, for the saint to go up and steal chickens and touch dogs......" Zhu Yourong silently recited this sentence, pushed away the chair, got up and walked a few steps in the house, and asked, "For Daming, for the saint, go up and steal chickens and touch dogs...... He said so, but in the end, the result of the discussion was not to rescue? ”

Zheng Gongyin shook his head and sighed:

"Oh, yes......"

"Why? What's with? ”

"Aren't they the two, military, political......"

Zhu Yourong said coldly:

"Yes, I know that militarily, it is difficult for submarines to cross the Bohai Strait, and politically, if we go to intercept the train, it will cause a war."

Xiang Xiaoqiang turned his heart sideways, his mind turned a few times, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Miss Zhu, originally this is your Ming business, I am an outsider, it is inconvenient to say. But in England, all the decisions made by the Cabinet of His Majesty's Government are for His Majesty's sake and for the sake of England. But I regret to see that in Daming, in my hometown, the ministers here make decisions, and the first consideration is their own interests. If it is done, if it fails, they will be held responsible, and if they don't, they will escape responsibility...... Of course, the risk of failure in this matter of rescue by force is obviously very great, and your ministers are smart enough to know that the safest thing is to do nothing. As for the Ming royal family, as the original masters of this country, their feelings and interests were thrown aside. Seeing all this, I felt very uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because of the different cultures between us, which leads to too different ways of looking at the problem. Ah, I may have taken the liberty of what I said, please forgive me. ”

Zheng Gongyin glanced at Xiaoqiang appreciatively. Zhu Yourong held his hands behind his back and paced slowly, his face was red and white, his chest was undulating, and he was obviously controlling some kind of emotion.

"Mr. Xiang," she said with an ugly face, "I went to university in England, and I know Britain very well. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Mr. Xiang," she asked, staring at Xiang Xiaoqiang's eyes, "I don't know if it's appropriate to ask you that way, because you're the only soldier in this room......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang was stunned, and then remembered that his identity was MI6, of course, a soldier.

Zhu Yourong said with some hesitation:

"I don't know...... In your opinion...... From the point of view of a soldier's common sense, is it really so difficult for a submarine to cross the Bohai Strait? …… I listened to my uncle's account, and for some reason, I always felt that the military generals were in a state of suppression by the ministers tonight, and many things that should have been said were not spoken...... That's how I feel. I don't know what you think? Mr. Xiang, if you were an officer of our Ming Dynasty, I would not ask you that. But you're more detached now, so ...... I hope you don't feel too presumptuous. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang was happy again, he felt that this Miss Zhu had already identified herself as such, and now she needed a "transcendent person" to tell her in person that she was right, just do it.