Early the next morning, at the Palace of the Sultan of Bengal, a heavily guarded room.

Six people sat opposite each other.

On one side were the representatives of the Sultanate of Bengal, the old king representing the royal family, the Minister of State representing the ministers, a nobleman representing the nobles, and two representatives of the family and the merchants.

The five of them had serious expressions, wondering in their hearts how to achieve the greatest benefits?

This negotiation is related to their future fate.

Whether you will continue to enjoy life in the future or live an inferior life depends on today's negotiations.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting opposite, looked very relaxed.

It doesn't matter to him whether this negotiation will succeed or not.

After negotiating and winning a country with a few words from one person, his reputation will soar, and he will be recorded in the history books.

If you can't talk about it, it's a big deal to fight, and when the time comes, you just don't hurt the old man's family.

Anyway, he has prepared both hands, and it depends on the other party's conditions that are not too much.

"His Royal Highness, this is some of my small needs to join Daming, please take a look!"

After the five people on the opposite side exchanged glances, the state secretary bowed slightly and handed a scroll to Zhu Zhangui with both hands.

Zhu Zhangui didn't get up, just bowed slightly.

Hu Yu, who was on the side, stepped forward and took the scroll handed over by the Minister of State, checked it once, and then put it on the table in front of Zhu Zhangui and slowly unfolded it.

There are two modes of text.

The upper one is the official script of the Ming Dynasty, and the smaller one below is the script of the Sultanate of Bengal.

The text, one large and one small, expresses the humility of the Sultanate of Bangladesh, and also indicates the relationship between primary and secondary.

As the scroll opened, the first one made Zhu Zhangui can't help but chuckle.

The first article on the scroll reads: After the Sultanate of Bengal joined the Ming Dynasty, it was hoped that the Ming Dynasty would retain the titles of all the nobles of the Sultanate of Bangladesh and enjoy the same rank as the nobles of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhangui shook his head speechlessly.

This means that the other party takes the initiative to join and is related to himself.

If it were to change countries, based on this article alone, Zhu Zhangui would get up and leave directly.

What are you kidding, these guys didn't wake up!

How precious is the title of Daming, and how much has it been divided since the founding of the country?

And what about the Sultanate of Bengal?

As far as Zhu Zhangui knows, there are dozens of dukes alone, and there are thousands of other marquises, counts, viscounts, and so on.

Not to mention the duke, these noble titles below are worthy of all the nobles who have been divided from the founding of the Ming Dynasty to the present.

If this is really admitted, what do those heroes who worked hard for Daming to get the title think.

Their title was obtained by rolling in the pile of dead people, following Lao Zhu and the old man to fight countless battlefields, and experiencing countless lives and deaths.

As a result, the Sultanate of Bengal just changed its flag and had a status equal to theirs, which made everyone unhappy.

The five people on the opposite side, seeing Zhu Zhangui smiling and shaking his head, were all nervous, and understood that Zhu Zhangui was not satisfied with the conditions they proposed.

The Minister of State, who was afraid that Zhu Zhangui would get up and leave, got up and said with a smile.

"His Royal Highness, these are our preliminary thoughts, if you are not satisfied, we can talk slowly!"

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him, stretched out his hand and clicked on the first one.

"Your Excellency, if we don't talk about anything else, I can't agree to this first article alone."

"The title of our Daming is very precious. Every nobleman is on the battlefield, fighting for the Ming Dynasty for most of his life, and has made countless contributions to the glory. ”

"Now you guys are just talking about it, and you want to have the same treatment as those nobles, I'm sorry, I can't agree to this condition!"

The old king sighed in his heart when he heard this.

Although his daughter said in front of the ministers that she couldn't be the master and couldn't respond to their conditions, she told him in private, not to mention other conditions, Zhu Zhangui would never agree to this one.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhu Zhangui saw this condition today, the others didn't even look at it, so he directly shook his head and refused.

"His Royal Highness, we also understand the preciousness of the title of Daming, but our noble title is not for nothing, and it was also obtained through countless merits."

Zhu Zhangui shrugged.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me for speaking badly, your so-called credits, let alone the title of nobility in Daming, can't even meet the requirements for promotion."

"In our Ming Dynasty, if you want to get a noble title, you need to win at least a big victory in a war of 100,000 people, or make great merits, in order to get the feud."

"And we still have a rule in the Ming Dynasty that you can't be knighted unless you have military merits."

"It means that knighthoods can only be obtained by soldiers, and civil officials only have titles, and they are not eligible to obtain knighthoods."

As he spoke, Zhu Zhangui clicked on the list next to him.

"At least half of you are in business, or have earned titles for writing important poems."

"And these!"

Raising his hand to draw a group of people, Zhu Zhangui looked at the five people opposite speechlessly.

"Don't treat our Daming as deaf and blind, these people's titles seem to have been sealed a few days ago!"

"Good guys, there are more than 300 people, and they are all rewarded for their military merits."

Glancing at the few people opposite, Zhu Zhangui sneered unceremoniously.

"With so many military nobles at once, are you going to fight a world war?"

The old king's face turned red and coughed slightly, hiding his embarrassment.

The others were also a little embarrassed.

Without looking at the embarrassment of the few people opposite, Zhu Zhangui took a piece of paper handed over by Hu Yu and raised his hand to slap it on the table.

"I won't talk about the other 300 people, I'll just talk about this one."

"If you catch a little thief, you will be made a marquis, if the Ming Dynasty comes according to this standard, all the people can be nobles. According to this standard of merit, the dog raised by my father can be named a prince, because in terms of catching thieves, the dog raised by my father is stronger than that of you, the marquis. ”

Zhu Zhangui's ridicule made the five people opposite embarrassed.

The reason why they chose to do this is nothing more than to get some benefits for their children and nephews.

In their minds, as long as they do it well enough and fill in the information perfectly, Daming should not be able to find out.

Even if it is discovered, it can be said that this is the standard for the Sultanate of Bengal to divide titles.

No matter how Da Ming solves the aristocratic problem later, these people can get a benefit from it.

But they didn't expect that Zhu Zhangui would find out so clearly, and even know some things better than them.

It's like this thief, they can't even remember the existence of this person.

There was no way, there were too many sub-enveloped documents approved by several people in those days, and they didn't watch them in detail, after all, the ones who could be delivered to them were their own people.

"That son-in-law, actually, this..."

"Father-in-law, needless to say, those real nobles, we can still discuss, this new division of more than 300 people, we will never approve of it."

The old king closed his mouth helplessly, and the Minister of State asked with some reluctance.

"Your Royal Highness, their sub-fiefs have been issued, and according to the laws of our Bengal Sultanate, they are serious nobles."

"Now is the time for the two countries to merge, and if their titles are denied, I am afraid that there will be some chaos."

Zhu Zhangui, who was drinking the tea handed over by San Bao to moisten his throat, glanced at the Minister of State.

"I remember that according to the laws of your country, once a war breaks out, the nobles must go to the battlefield!"

The Minister of State, who didn't understand why Zhu Zhangui asked this question, nodded slightly.

With a sneer on the corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth, he said coldly: "If you want me to recognize their noble status, it's not a problem!" ”

The eyes of the few people on the opposite side lit up, and they looked at Zhu Zhangui expectantly.

Many of these newly crowned nobles are their juniors, and if Zhu Zhangui can recognize the status of these people, no matter what happens in the future, then these juniors will be able to get a compensation.

If it's really as they think, it's not in vain that they're busy.

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the expectant people, flicked the tea bowl in his hand, and gently took a sip.

"After a while, we will wage war against the Burmese country next door to you, and if you want me to recognize their nobility, then go to the battlefield and prove it to me."

"The viscount takes 10 heads, the count takes 50, and the marquis 100!"

After hearing this, the expressions of several people froze, and before a few people began to worry about what to do, Zhu Zhangui added a sentence leisurely.

"I'm talking about letting them kill themselves, not rushing up with a whole bunch of guards."

"As long as you bring back so many heads, I will do what I say, I will recognize these titles, and I will persuade them to approve of them."

"If you can't do it, don't talk about their titles."

The expressions of several people instantly became bitter.

What kind of virtue their juniors are, they know very well in their hearts.

The boys who enjoy a peaceful life all year round, it's okay to go shopping and play with birds and women, and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, so forget it.

These guys can't even hold knives, and when they go into battle, they are simply giving the enemy a head.

Seeing that a few people were silent, Zhu Zhangui sneered and put down the tea bowl.

"Go back and tell them, if you are willing to go, you will gather at the guard camp tomorrow, and if you don't want to go, don't mention the title again."

After speaking, Zhu Zhangui knocked on the condition scroll, attracting the attention of several people.

"It's not impossible for Da Ming to admit that your nobility is impossible, but if you want to be the same as Da Ming's nobility, it's impossible."

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

"But if I refuse them all, you may have a pimple in your hearts, and it will affect our integration in the future."

"So, I've come up with a compromise, if you're willing to accept it, then we'll move on, if not!"

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"Then we don't have to talk about it, let's get ready for war!"

Several people's faces turned green in an instant.

Go to war, what a joke.

As far as the Sultanate of Bangladesh is concerned, it is not enough to even plug the teeth between the teeth of Daming.

It is estimated that if the war is started in the morning, it will be over in the afternoon, and the people of the whole country will be registered the next day.

"Your Royal Highness, please speak!"

As the spokesman, the state secretary communicated with several people, intending to hear Zhu Zhangui's thoughts first.

Zhu Zhangui looked at a few people: "Your knighthood can be retained." ”

Hearing this, the faces of these people were overjoyed, thinking that there was a turnaround, but Zhu Zhangui's next words shattered their illusions.

"It's just that the rights and status you have are limited to the Bangladesh region, and when you go out of this region, you are ordinary people, and you can't enjoy any treatment and privileges."

"And the title you have will only be retained by the current generation, and once the owner dies, the title will be cancelled!"

"The fiefs owned by the nobles must also be handed over in full, and there is no room for negotiation in this article."

"But don't worry, the court will compensate you, as for the amount of compensation, there will be people from the household department to discuss with you at that time, if you are not satisfied, you can appeal to the court, but you can't stir up trouble!"

Zhu Zhangui said to a few people seriously.

"The person who provoked the incident, no matter who he was, the court will crack down on him severely, and he will be punished severely. Therefore, you have to make it clear to the people below that you can mention anything to the court, but you can't make trouble. ”

There was silence for a long time, and it was a long time before the old king spoke.

"We need to discuss this matter, let's put this matter on hold for the time being, let's talk about the rest first!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded, understanding the thoughts of the five people.

Although the five people are representatives, they don't dare to make decisions about the future of all aristocratic families and others.

The next one is the issue of commerce.

The people of the Sultanate of Bangladesh hope that the Ming court will allow the trade of the Sultanate of Bangladesh to continue as it is as it is.

In order to repay the imperial court, they were willing to pay taxes to the Ming Dynasty according to the commercial tax standards of Bangladesh.

Zhu Zhangui has no opinion on this.

The development of commerce and trade is one of his future directions, and Bangladesh, as a maritime trading country now, is in line with Zhu Zhangui's vision.

Moreover, the commercial tax of the Sultanate of Bangladesh is not low, and compared with them, the commercial tax of the Ming Dynasty is almost the same as no tax.

In the future, this is also his own territory, coupled with the kinship between the two parties, Zhu Zhangui does not plan to exploit like Ah San and the future Burmese state.

So for this condition, he chose to agree.

Then there is the issue of the distribution of officials and the allocation of troops.

The Sultanate of Bangladesh hopes that in the future, at least half of the officials in the Bengali sector will be Bengalis, and the army will remain at least one-third.

Zhu Zhangui did not have a clear answer to this question, and replied that the imperial court has its own system for selecting officials, and in the future, it will treat officials equally.

As for the army, Zhu Zhangui directly refused.

The army is an untouchable bottom line, and the Sultanate of Bangladesh and others have ideas about the selection of officials, and Zhu Zhangui can understand and discuss with them.

But there was no room for negotiation on the part of the army.

The army is the cornerstone of the Ming Dynasty and the vanguard of his opening up of the whole world in the future.

This area of Bangladesh, the old man has vaguely promised to hand over to him to manage, and this will be an important sea base for Zhu Zhangui in the future.

On the official's side, Zhu Zhangui can't intervene for the time being, but the army will never allow anyone to mix sand into it.

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