Dhaka, capital of Bangladesh, 13 April 2001.

At this moment, in the quiet powder palace, a group of men in white robes were marching towards the Sultan's dormitory, their heads hanging and their heavy steps as if they had encountered something sad.

But this is not the case, they are Privy Council Ministers, they belong to the Sultan's direct body, nominally responsible for conveying the Sultan's directives, but in reality they are the highest decision-making body in Bangladesh, and every morning they must go to the Sultan in accordance with court etiquette, and discuss state affairs with the Sultan.

After the cumbersome slogans were over, the Privy Council Ministers sat at wooden tables on either side of the palace, and in front of them, brown paper and a signature pen were placed to record the newsletter of the meeting.

Above the palace, Ismail Sultan, a 29-year-old tall and sturdy man with a slightly effeminate appearance, a thin face, a hooked nose, and a slighted beard, was poring over the latest papers. In 1995, the elder Sultan Mahmoud died in the battle with the Delhi king Bahrom, and the 23-year-old Ismail ascended to the throne at a time of national crisis.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Blackshirts are now menacing, first descending to Domka, then capturing Kohima, and now they have gathered 70,000 troops in the north of Rajshahi, and if they want to go south, what are your strategies to defend against the enemy, you may as well come and listen." Ismail sat down, put down his paperwork, and spoke slowly.

After a while, a short and fat old man stood up, folded his hands, and said with a little seriousness: "I think that the root of the arrogance of the enemy army is not that the enemy is outnumbered, but that the member countries of our alliance are suspicious of each other and have evil intentions, take the battle of Domka as an example, after the war began, the four sects of Brook Basinan, not only did not support, but secretly communicated with the blackshirts, and the three sects in the northwest did not want to unite against the enemy, but to preserve their own strength, such a country, how can it be undefeated?" ”

"What do you mean by that Bengal taking the lead and uniting the alliance?" Ismail nodded slightly, then asked him.

"No, though Brookeba is a single nation, it is in fact a loose confederation of 20 tribes; Baleb's strategic center of gravity is in the Ganges valley, not in the east; Although the Assam is strong, it has been divided into three parts by the Blackshirts, and it is impossible for them to be with me. Before the previous minister could speak, another lean-looking and tall young man hurriedly stood up and spoke loudly.

"Oh?" Ismail was stunned for a moment, then looked at him carefully, and said, "I have never seen a virtuous minister in the Privy Council before, and I guess the virtuous minister has just reported on his duties. ”

"Yes, at the end of last year, I was admitted to the Privy Council as an alternate through a comprehensive written examination and interview, and I had the honor of becoming a full member of the Privy Council after the retirement of Plotini's senior at the beginning of this year." The young man did not hesitate and spoke eloquently.

"The Privy Council examination is highly competitive, and you must have something outstanding to stand out from it, so let's say, what are your strategies for dealing with the enemy?" Ismael leaned sideways, his deep eyes flashing with anticipation.

"I advocate the abolition of the policy of confluence and the dissolution of the alliance with Assam, Brookba and Baleb. Then he adopted the strategy of continuous crossing, and together with the Delhi Kingdom, he first destroyed Zhe Mengxiong, then attacked Assam, and for Brukba and Baleb, he supported agents for indirect rule. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't have to talk nonsense, the conclusion of the covenant is a foolproof policy formulated by Mr. Plotini, how can it be abolished? Besides, the King of Delhi and His Majesty the Sultan have a bitter enmity, and you may not know how the former king was killed. Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man finished speaking, he was strongly opposed by the old man before, and at the same time, several other ministers even clenched their fists and prepared to make a move.

"Elder, what you say is very reasonable, but Mr. Plotini also said that there is no immutable reason, and that the situation in 2001 was different from that of 1995, and the policy of 1995 was not suitable for 2001; In addition, His Majesty the Sultan's efforts to make peace with the King of Delhi in 1995 are enough to show that His Majesty put the interests of the country above his personal grievances, and I think that today, years later, His Majesty will still do so in the face of the future and destiny of the country. As he spoke, the young man looked at Ismail, and to be honest, he didn't know if His Majesty the Sultan would blame him.

Unexpectedly, Ismail actually stood up and said with a little excitement: "You are worthy of being a loyal servant of my country, well, from now on, I will appoint you as a plenipotentiary envoy, and in four days I will send you to visit the Kingdom of Delhi to discuss the great plan of cooperation." ”

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"Girl, do you see that big building in front of you?" At this time, as the sun set, Wang Wenyuan shook his oars and pointed to the uneven buildings bathed in the glow in the distance.

"See, it's beautiful." Gu Yuexi threw down the oars and stood on the edge of the wooden boat, looking at this beautiful natural scenery in a daze.

"Let's set up camp here, and invite the girl to eat grilled fish in the evening, which will be freshly cooked by Chef Wang." He suddenly turned around and spoke to her a little mysteriously.

"Okay." She nodded slightly, and then couldn't help laughing, saying in her heart that this guy is really ambitious, and he is addicted to "sealing officials".

After about a quarter of an hour, the boat docked steadily in an inlet on the south bank of the Briganga River, with the endless Ganges Delta to the south and Dhaka, the capital and largest city of Bangladesh, to the north.

The city of Dhaka was founded in 1608 A.D. as a military fortress by Imranhan, the governor of Bengal in the Mughal Empire, and after the Seven Years' War in 1763 A.D., the British East India. The company officially occupied the area and saw it as a base camp for British colonial expansion in South Asia.

Today, the city of Dhaka has evolved from a military fortress against the Bagan people to an international metropolis of 12 million people, and the city has begun to expand from a narrow area on the north bank of the Briganga River to the Ganges Delta in the south.

Wang Wenyuan took the coins exchanged a few days ago with him, and planned to go to the nearby market to buy some daily necessities, after all, they have been living on this wooden boat since they left Imphal, and the space of the wooden boat is limited, so buying daily necessities has become a necessary work every day.

Gu Yuexi was a little bored wandering along the shore, and as the pace of life had slowed down in recent days, she changed into a wide long skirt and comfortable sandals again, and the long knives in the deep cold were replaced by colorful wildflowers.

Tired of walking, she took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, letting the cool night breeze blow her dark hair.

Soon, Wang Wenyuan was running from the market not far away with a large marching bag on his back, and he was carrying two white plastic bags in his hand.

"What's the hurry?" She hurriedly took the backpack from his back and handed him a glass of freshly brewed lemonade.

"That's sweet." He hurriedly responded with a smile, and then said with a little eagerness: "Didn't I go to buy sauce, I happened to meet villagers selling local products, so I bought some and wanted you to taste it while it was hot." ”

"While it's hot?" She was slightly stunned, and said slowly, "Isn't it, Gahan Molly?" ”

"I'll not tell you just yet." He sat down, drank the lemonade, and then lowered his voice and said, "There is progress, but it is still bitter." ”

"Ugh." She couldn't help but lower her head, thinking that she was really clumsy, putting salt in the stir-fry twice, forgetting to add honey to the lemonade, putting a big spoonful of vinegar as soy sauce in the stew, and then eating it was called "sour".

"Taste it, it won't taste good when it's cold." Wang Wenyuan untied the plastic bag and handed her two batter-wrapped skewers.

"Noodle and shrimp, I've eaten it." She glanced at it, without hesitation, and put it in her mouth.

But her moon eyebrows instantly frowned, how could this be a shrimp, the slightly hard shell, slender limbs, and pieces of meat with the fragrance of plants and trees, could it be a worm?

But when she realized this, it seemed a little late, because the little stick worm had already been eaten by her.

"Ahem......" She couldn't help coughing, clenching her fists as she grabbed him by the collar and pounded without pause.

"Girl, why are you beating me, name aside, isn't it delicious?" Wang Wenyuan actually expected her to come to such a show, but he still pretended to be confused and said "rightly".

"You know it in your heart." She looked angry, but in fact it was an illusion created by a small temper, and her fists were indeed clenched, but there was no strength at all.

After the "gunpowder" dinner, they lay quietly on the bow of the boat, staring up at the starry night sky.

"Miss Gu, I think you may already know my identity." After being silent for a long time, Wang Wenyuan suddenly burst out of a sentence coldly.

"Seville Silver Mining Company Expatriate Coordinator." She smiled faintly and blurted out.

"Then why don't you demolish me?" He looked sideways slightly, and his face was full of questions.

"There's no need, because you're not Li Boling." She closed her eyes and said to herself, "You really can do it, you think so highly of yourself."

"yes, oh, by the way, I'm going to report back to the company tomorrow, you won't mind." He plucked up the courage to ask a question he had always wanted to ask but had never had a chance to ask.

"Hmph." She opened her eyes, blinked, and said slowly: "You decide your own affairs, but I said ugly things ahead, you are my deputy, I have something important, you must appear in front of me immediately." ”

"Of course." He nodded, and said in his heart: A fool will choose one of the two, I want them all, isn't it bad?

"Sleep, I'll talk to your boss tomorrow." Gu Yuexi stood up, glanced at him, and then got into the cabin.

"Good night." Wang Wenyuan responded, and at the same time a little excitement passed through his heart, so it was really good, his original humble status in the company must have improved because of her arrival, and his unequal status with her may also be changed because of the appearance of Li Boling.