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Winter Venice is shrouded in a layer of fog, and the beautiful buildings are hazy and quiet, like a fine oil painting. There was no one to be seen on the streets of the city, and the closer you got to the council hall, the more people came. Around the council hall, the streets were crowded with people, and the guards had to form a dense wall of people to keep the Venetians out of the already narrow streets.

A horse-drawn carriage drove along a narrow passage to the entrance of the Venice Parliament, the door opened, and an Oriental man stepped out. The already excited people of Venice became even more excited, and there were already people shouting Mongol slaughterers, go and die!

Mongol invaders, infidels, infidels, demons of hell. The cries of the citizens immediately merged into a tidal wave and poured into the Mongol envoy. The messenger turned to glance at the Venetians, and heard the deafening roar of the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting, and it was as if a breeze was blowing in front of him. Looking at these people, the Mongolian envoy couldn't help but calculate in his heart that he would have to slaughter the city for a few days before he could kill them all.

Seeing the man standing calmly and calmly on the steps looking down on the crowd, the emotions of the crowd became even more excited, and some people were already trying to crowd forward. The soldiers hurriedly blocked the crowd, and the members of the Venetian Council stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency, please enter the Parliament. ”

Without saying a word, the Mongol envoy turned around and strode into the council hall. There are already 477 deputies seated in the hall, out of 480 members of the Grand Council of the Republic of Venice, three of whom have recently died or are seriously ill. All the others who were able to attend arrived at the Parliament, which was the official diplomatic engagement between the Mongol Marshal Boyan and the Republic of Venice after the fall of the Italian Northern Alliance.

In the past, the president of the council had to work hard to quiet the council hall, and more time than enough time to eat milk could not do this. Now everyone listens to the news with their ears open, but it is in order.

The chairman of the council said: "This is the Mongolian envoy, and he has been asked to come and tell you about his mission. ”

In the silence, the Mongolian envoy stepped up to the podium, saluted the members of parliament, and then said in a loud voice in Italian: "Ladies and gentlemen. We, Bayan Augustus, are about to be crowned Emperor of the Western Roman Empire in the city of Rome. Venice, as part of Italy, was originally part of the Western Roman Empire. Augustus allowed Venice to retain its current system, but Venice had to return to the Western Roman Empire. ”

There was silence in the council hall, and I don't know how long it had been, when suddenly someone burst out laughing. There was a burst of mocking laughter in the council. Some people find Boyan's request too funny. Some people have already shouted angrily: "Are you threatening us? ”

The Mongol envoy said nothing in the face of such ridicule or rebuke, his gaze swept over the sitting or standing councillors. Before the trip, the envoy asked the Marshal Boyan what to do if the Venetians did not surrender. Marshal Boyan replied calmly: "It is a tradition to persuade you to surrender. ”

Listening to the great marshal mention of Mongolian traditions, the envoy immediately understood everything. The Mongols would send people to persuade them to surrender before each massacre, and if the other side obediently opened the city and surrendered, the Mongols would kill fewer people. If the other side resists, the Mongols will kill all the people in the city after breaking the city.

This time the speaker shouted, "Silence, silence! Anyone who wants to say anything, just sign up. ”

Immediately, the hard-line leaders of the parliamentarians asked to speak, and when they finally stepped forward, the parliamentarians fell silent. The leader of the hard-line parliamentarians came up to the podium next to the Mongol envoy and said loudly: "May I ask this envoy, why is your Lord Boyan Augustus a Mongol, so why should he be the emperor of the Western Roman Empire?" ”

The pronunciation of the word Augustus in a prolonged pronunciation provoked a burst of laughter in the council hall, which caused some joy among the parliamentarians of the Republic of Venice. In such a mood, the Mongol envoy was heard calmly say: "Our Majesty is the conqueror of Italy and the master of the city of Rome. His Majesty's wife is a princess of the Eastern Roman Empire, and from any point of view, she is fully capable of becoming the emperor of the Western Roman Empire. Even the yellow-haired Germanic people dare to call themselves Rome, and our Majesty is still at least black-haired. ”

After hearing the first half of the words of the Mongolian envoy, the parliamentarians in the audience only felt a strong sense of comicalness, why should a Mongolian say that. When the last sentence mentioned hair color, the parliamentarians couldn't help but look at each other's coat color. But I saw gold, yellow, brown, and all kinds of variegated colors. Brunette is just a handicap. The Republic of Venice is a country in northern Italy, and the Holy Roman Empire is further north than Venice, where the Germanic blood is more pure.

Looking at the Mongolian envoy with the anger of being ridiculed, he saw that the envoy had beautiful black hair, and the parliamentarians who wanted to scold angrily were speechless for a while. This kind of naked discrimination made them feel a strong anger, and then the parliamentarians erupted, and all kinds of angry scolding poured towards the messengers like a tidal wave.

The Mongolian envoy calmly took out a cigarette, took out a lighter and lit it. Some time ago, the ships of the Great Song Dynasty arrived, and the goods they brought included Shell brand lighter oil. It's much easier to smoke now. Lighting a cigarette, the messenger faced the councillors silently. It's just a noise of 500 people, and it's really not enough to see. However, the enclosed space of the hall makes the noise more irritating and uncomfortable.

Amid the angry scolding, the Mongol envoy slowly smoked a cigarette. I just feel that the thoughts in my heart are becoming clearer and clearer. From now on, the Venetians were full of irresolvable hostility towards the Mongols. Mongolia has only one way to deal with such a presence. Now that the end has been determined, the messenger is reluctant to be angry.

He smoked two cigarettes and was scolded by the Venetian parliamentarians for ten minutes. The Mongolian envoy threw down his cigarette butt and said to the President of the Parliament: "I am leaving, Your Excellency. ”

"What?" In the cacophony of voices, the chairman did not hear clearly.

"I'm leaving!" The Mongol envoy shouted.

"Oh," the president of the council didn't know what to say. The President was impressed by the tolerance of the Mongolian envoys.

The door to enter the parliament was next to the rostrum, and the Mongolian envoy Shi Shiran walked out through the door and left the members behind. Passing through the corridor, the Mongolian envoy sighed in his heart. He had long heard that the parliament of the Republic of Venice had a Roman style, but now that he had experienced it himself, he realized that the members of the parliament were all rubbish. If the Mongols had suffered a situation in which the coalition forces had been completely annihilated, they would not have dared to be so rude to the envoys of the opposing side. The puppy grinned in the face of the tiger, and the result was inevitably a tragic death.

At this time, the people of the Republic of Venice, who were outside the gate, were still gathered outside the parliament, and when they saw the Mongol envoy coming out, they immediately tried to rush up again. The Mongol envoy didn't bother to look at it and went straight into the carriage. Escorted by the soldiers, the carriage headed straight for the docks.

The carriage stopped at the pier, and the dinghy was already waiting on the shore. Just as the messenger was about to leave, men came from behind. The soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop them, they could not allow the Mongol envoys to be killed in Venice. The man stepped forward and said a few words, but the officer in charge was stunned, and finally hesitated to get out of the way.

The man stopped three paces in front of the Mongol envoy and asked in Italian: "Your Excellency, I am the Venetian councillor Tangillo." I would like to ask you, is it your mission to come and inform His Excellency of the proclamation of surrender? ”

"Yes." The Mongolian envoy replied.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you wait for the results and choose to leave instead?"

"I think I've seen the results."

"You certainly haven't been to Venice, and if you go to the parliament a lot, you know that this is the norm in Venice. Everyone will make themselves look strong and righteous when they meet, so that they can take the lead in the internal discussions of the parliament later. Your Excellency, the councillors will be calm in the following discussions. ”

"Then please discuss the results and send them to Rome. It is not always possible to see the accession of the Western Roman Emperor to the throne. As a courtier of His Majesty, I don't want to miss something like this. The Mongol envoy gave a high-sounding reply, and regardless of the Venetian councilor's retention, went straight into the boat.

Seeing that the figures of the councillor and the soldiers on the shore were getting farther away, the messenger couldn't help but spat at the sea. He scolded in his heart: Wait for what you do, wait for death!

The enthronement ceremony of Marshal Boyan was held on the third day of the third month of the Western calendar. The envoys of the Quartet and the Director of the Eastern European Department of the Great Song Dynasty arrived in person to celebrate, and the Eastern Roman Empire sent ministers and the Orthodox Patriarch to congratulate them. Yang could see calmly that the Patriarch wanted to personally crown the Marshal Boyan. No matter how the old gentleman knocked on the side, Boyan was not moved at all.

On the day of their accession to the throne, Marshal Boyan and Princess Maria, dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing laurel wreaths, went to the Pantheon surrounded by everyone. In the square in front, 20,000 people lined up neatly. In the position of watching the ceremony, the important nobles looked at such a solemn scene and felt that they really had a military style.

"Crowned!" The senior officer of the Protocol Department shouted in a long voice.

Marshal Boyan walked up to the throne of the emperor, which was imitated in Chinese, and the new Pope of Rome immediately walked up, followed by a dark-skinned young monk holding a tray with two crowns, one large and one small, placed on the brocade. As soon as he saw the guy in the robe, the face of the Patriarch of the Eastern Roman Empire darkened. He was looking forward to the establishment of an Orthodox Church that would encompass the whole of East and West Rome and expel the former Catholic powers. Unexpectedly, the marshal Boyan Augustus didn't want to let go of religion.

The Pope, dressed in a magnificent robe, walked up to the marshal Boyan, took the tray from the monk beside him, and then knelt on his knees and lifted the tray high. Boyan helped Queen Maria take off the laurel wreath on her head, and the queen also helped Boyan take off the laurel wreath on her head. Boyan took the crown from the tray and put it on his head, and then he took the crown for the queen and put it on Mary's head.

Then the protocol officer shouted to the VIPs: "Courtesy! ”

Yang Congrong and Hao Ren immediately applauded. Neither of them has much religious affiliation, so I think it's very good. But there was no smile on the faces of the religious people. Bayan Augustus didn't care what the religious people thought, and after he crowned himself, he took the queen and the princes to the front of the army. Marshal Boyan said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have been crowned Emperor of the Western Romans today. Today, the status of the monarch and the minister has been decided, and I hope that you will be loyal to the affairs of the state, and I will definitely ensure your well-being. ”

These words were all relied on those soldiers who shouted to convey Boyan's words to every phalanx member participating in the management, so Boyan said it simply and clearly. After Boyan finished speaking, the 20,000 people watching the ceremony shouted in unison: "Long live Augustus!" Banzai! Hooray! ”

Yang calmly looked at the situation below, and he couldn't help but ask Hao Ren: "Do you think this is a Roman style?" ”

Hao Ren turned his head to look at Yang Congrong, who was a little moved, and wondered in his heart whether this guy would not be able to control his ambitions in the future and want to be self-reliant in the future. However, Hao Ren would not express this suspicion anyway, he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter what kind of thing it is, the important thing is that Marshal Boyan has so many people who support him, and he has officially ascended the throne." What others think of it doesn't really mean anything to him. If there is, it will only have a bad effect on him. ”

Yang Congrong didn't expect Hao Ren to say this, and turned his head to look over in surprise. But after a while, Yang Congrong was also relieved, the Great Song Dynasty didn't care if Boyan was the emperor of the Western Roman Empire, and Hao Ren really wanted to see Boyan stand on his own. Since he didn't care about it in the first place, Yang calmly quickly cleaned up his mood, and this excitement looked good.

After another seven days, Yang calmly left Italy. Having personally participated in the ruins of the city of Rome, Yang calmly described it with great enthusiasm. The last time he had this kind of enthusiasm was when Yang calmly saw the pyramid with his own eyes. The pyramids of the 1290s are different from the pyramids of the 21st century, and the surface of the large pyramid is not only not dusty, but also because of the beautiful marble decorative surface, which looks golden and gorgeous.

The ruins of the city of Rome are as good as the Great Pyramids. Yang Congrong only learned Zhao Guanjia's description of ancient Rome and ancient Greek civilization from history textbooks, and after the Great Song Dynasty captured Athens, Yang Congrong did feel that Athens was a bit real, but it was much worse than the description. Now Yang calmly feels that even if there are only ruins, it can already prove that Rome is indeed a glorious existence.

Hao Ren did not leave immediately, and when he talked privately with Boyan Augustus, he was in a high mood. Seeing so many monuments, Hao Ren was a little jealous of Boyan. Compared to the city of Rome, Kievan Rus' was a large rural village.

Boyan Augustus said straight to the point: "Let's not put our fate in the hands of the Great Song Dynasty, they can't be trusted." ”

"Hmm." Hao Ren nodded slightly. If the partner is not Yang Congrong but Zhao Jiaren, Hao Ren will probably really believe it completely. One of Zhao Jiaren's subordinates, Hao Ren did not think that he was worthy of such trust.

"These Europa people do have some ability, and don't underestimate them in a normal battle." Boyan Augustus tells his opinion.

"Thanks for the reminder." Hao Ren nodded yes. The Mongol army lacked real array training, relying mainly on harassment and various small tactics. So Hao Ren asked again: "Dashuai, after I heard about your great victory, how did those captives deal with them?" ”

"Killed." Boyan replied.

"Killed?" Hao Ren was shocked. As far as he knew, more than 30,000 coalition troops were blocked in the camp and annihilated, and in the end, there were basically no fish that escaped the net. Kill all the captives, this is really Mongolian. Thinking so, Hao Ren said: "It's a pity, it's a lot of money to sell it as a slave. ”

Boyan Augustus did not respond at all to this quip, and he continued: "I have fought with the knights of Europa, who are well trained and better able to fight than the Mongol cavalry. The knights on the Italian side can't compare to the Holy Roman Empire and France, so you should be careful when you encounter them. ”

"Okay." Hao Ren agreed to come down. Then he asked another thing that made him curious, "Great Shuai, your name is Augustus, why is your son's name Caesar?" ”

Looking at Hao Ren, who was still eager to learn at the age of forty, Boyan could only explain briefly. On March 1, 293, the Roman Emperor Diocletian established the system of four emperors. The Four Emperors were a method of dividing the Roman Empire into eastern and western regions, each governed by a co-emperor and a vice-emperor, who was also the natural heir designated by the emperor. At this time, only two emperors could use the title of "Augustus", and the vice-emperor could only use the title of "Caesar" until he succeeded him.

The Western Roman Empire was a system of inheritance from father to son. So Augustus means emperor, and Caesar means crown prince.

Hearing this, Hao Ren touched his chin thoughtfully. Looking at Hao Ren's serious face, Boyan Augustus had always known Hao Ren's attainments in Sinology. For so long, Boyan Augustus has regarded Hao Ren as a Song man. Boyan asked, "Hao Ren, do you have any ideas?" ”

"Dashuai, the Han people say that the Hu people have no fortune for a hundred years. It is said that the regime that lives on nomadic plundering relies on force and allegiance to protect this system that is faster than a fist and a sword. Therefore, if you can't see the young monarch on the grassland, if you are not in the prime of life, you will definitely not be able to sit in that position. However, in the Han dynasty, there were civil officials, so it was not uncommon for young monarchs to be found."

Boyan had completely listened to it at this time. He was a Mongol himself, so he knew that what Hao Ren said was right. The grassland was very poor, and when the elder brother died, the brothers divided the elder brother's property and his wife and concubine. When Lao Tzu died, the sons separated their stepmothers, who were not related by blood, to sleep. There was simply no room for the young monarch to exist in the steppe.

Now Boyan is almost 60 years old, and he is already a long life in this era. He didn't expect to live to be over eighty years old like Kublai Khan, so he had to worry about what would happen to his son, who was less than ten years old. Listening to Hao Ren talk about institutional problems, I listened very carefully.

"The Han people's system is different from ours because they produce more things. For better distribution, they have their own system. ”

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