Chapter 12 Art Without Borders
The official Liang's expression was not much better. His greedy eyes reflected the gold under the fire, shining with a yellow light, which was unforceable. The greedy hand touched this one and picked up the other one. It was like a tomb robber who fell into the treasure of forty thieves.
The expressions of the two men made a cold war. I'm afraid that anyone would reach out and touch a copper plate. Maybe the two men would rush up and fight for their lives.
"Dad, what do you want to deal with those people" was excited for a long time. Liang Pengfei, who remembered the business, pulled Liang Yuanxia aside and asked in a low voice.
Liang Yuanxia narrowed her eyes and looked at her son with deep eyes. What do you want to do?
Liang Pengfei didn't expect that his father would ask himself back. He was slightly stunned and said, "Dad, if it's a son, let them all go."
"Reason." Liang Yuanxia sat on a box of gold and asked with a beautiful cigar. Liang Pengfei smiled, stepped forward, and whispered in Liang Yuanxia's ear for a long time. Liang's official's expression changed from doubt at the beginning to relief.
"Dad, do you think it's okay?" After saying what he thought, Liang Pengfei saw Liang Yuanxia's expression clearly and knew that his father had agreed with his plan.
"Yes, I don't care about this matter. Dad, I'm going to deal with these things, and I'll leave it to you." Liang Yuanxia patted the box of gold under his buttocks and smiled at Liang Pengfei.
Liang Pengfei, who was full of emotion, walked behind his father and pinched his back. My son must live up to his father's expectations.
Liang Yuanxia sighed comfortably, enjoyed her son's service, and whispered, "If you think you have an idea, come to your father, our father and son, what else can't you say..."
Liang Pengfei could only nod silently. The words of thanks were said by foreign talents. For his father's expectations, he could only be rewarded with actions. The father and son talked in a low voice over there, and the pirates here deliberately lighten their movements in their hands and feet for fear of interfering with the conversation between the father and son...
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Baron Edmund, whose hands and feet were tied, sat on the deck, sobbing in a low voice, his lips squirmed, and prayed vaguely to God. Beside him were the captains and officers of the warships, all of whom were all depressed. The uneasiness and fear in his eyes seemed to prove that they were themselves. Worries about the future fate.
L. Louis looked bitterly at the British Captain George, who was standing in the distance and talking to Liang Pengfei.
The British captain pointed his hand to this side frequently and closed his mouth endlessly, while the young pirate leader next to him kept shaking his head, and Lieutenant Colonel Lewis couldn't help but be entangled. Does that damn British really want to kill them all? He couldn't help but have such a question in his heart.
He is indeed right. Captain George is trying to persuade Liang Pengfei to kill all these Spaniards, because he does not want the British East India Company to rob the Spanish royal treasure ship, which is also a European maritime power, to the world.
Since the British Empire is not afraid of Spanish warships, it is absolutely unwilling to be reprimanded and despised by the whole Europe for the indiscreet behavior of the East India Company. In that case, it is likely that the East India Company will be under greater pressure. In addition to the hostility of various European forces in the Indian Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, the country must also respond to the behavior of the East India Company.
"I'm sorry, dear George, you don't have enough reasons to convince me, so your advice is not within my consideration." Liang Pengfei took out a pocket watch inlaid with diamonds and gems from his arms and looked at the time, and then rejected the Englishman's request with a smile.
"...Your Excellency, do you really want to let them go?" Captain George's face couldn't help but change, and his excited voice improved a lot. If Liang Pengfei was willing to agree to kill these Spaniards, he would even kneel on the ground and lick Liang Pengfei's smelly shoes to express his gratitude.
And many Spanish officers on the deck knew English. Naturally, they listened to this in their ears and couldn't help greeting all the female relatives of Captain George with their English. If you release them, the Spaniards will definitely retaliate against you, God, do you hope so? Captain George has abandoned his elegance as a nobleman and loudly threatened Liang Pengfei, who had gone to those Spanish officers. In exchange, it was a pirate's butt. Be respectful to our young master, you Yingyi with miscellaneous hair. The pirate warned coldly in his lame English, and his cold eyes were as dazzling as a knife.
Captain George held his face and looked at the muzzle of the black hole aimed at him. He couldn't help shivering, and an ominous foreboding rose in his heart.
"No, we will never retaliate against you, sir. I hope you can keep your promise and release us. We can give you those treasures, spices, and even these warships. I hope you don't hurt us." At this time, Baron Edmund didn't care about the pain in his chest and shouted loudly.
Liang Pengfei looked at the embarrassed baron, and his greedy expression was like a landowner with a bad stomach looking at the tenant who was preparing his daughter to pay off the debt. Soon, a smile appeared on Liang Pengfei's face, as if the dark sky had suddenly been pierced by the sun.
"Don't worry, we warriors who swim on the sea have always been based on the principle of keeping our promises. Let go of the baron's hands and feet, white scholar, treat the trauma for this noble baron, because I need to have a good talk with the baron. Master Liang nodded with satisfaction and said in a business tone.
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In the luxurious room downstairs, the poor Spanish baron was full of grief and indignation. My God! These damn pirates, oh no, my lord, I absolutely don't mean to offend you at all. I'm referring to those hateful Britons and their greedy East India company. They are so malicious that they want us Spain to fight against France. This group of people who should go to hell. Eggs."
Although Baron Edmund was favored by Carlos IV by nepotism, thus becoming the royal escort of the treasure fleet, his political mind was absolutely not bad, and he soon captured the complete vein from the message Liang Pengfei told him.
"Well, dear baron, it doesn't have much to do with me about the feud between your two countries." Liang Pengfei frowned impatiently and said. In fact, Liang Pengfei can't wait for this guy to think so, but now he needs to dress up as a pirate with a chivalry, not a politician or an expert in international relations.
"Yes, sir, please accept my apology. I wonder when you can let me go with my companion?" Baron Edmund said with a smiley face.
"Is this... a guitar?" Liang Pengfei saw a similar, but different instrument hanging on a wall in the room, and couldn't help stepping forward to take it off.
"God, I didn't expect you to recognize this favorite musical instrument of our Spanish people." Baron Edmund gave a little flattery and curled his lips in his heart. Does a pirate in an uncivilized world know music?
"Of course, dear baron, artists have borders, but art has no borders." Liang Pengfei's words made Baron Edmund's eyes almost fall to the ground.
Liang Pengfei sat on a chair, pulled out the strings, quickly adjusted the tension of the strings, and began to pull up the strings. A faint sadness and feeling slowly flowed in the beautiful music, as if he were in the old time, and he knew that this body was not yesterday. In a trance, he didn't know where his thoughts were. Fang.
"A long time ago
You have me and I have you
A long time ago
You leave me and wander far away...
The outside world is wonderful
The outside world is helpless
When you think the outside world is wonderful
I will bless you from the bottom of my heart here..."
The beautiful guitar melody and the faint melancholy voice not only surprised the baron, but also made the pirates standing at the door feel a kind of melancholy from the bottom of their hearts.
"What does the young master mean by singing? How can it make people listen to it in their hearts? Monk Chen sucked his nose and felt that the sea and the beach in the distance, which he usually didn't care about, had a heartbreaking beauty.
"Yangchun Baixue, Yangchun Baixue... The young master is really versatile." Bai Shusheng tilted his head and felt that he was full of melancholy that needed to express. Unfortunately, he had forgotten all the poems and books in his early years. Except for a few silver words and yellow tones in his stomach, there was only the seafood stuffed in at noon today.
At the end of the song, the Spanish officers who were tied up outside were also intoxicated by the wonderful music. Although they could not understand Chinese, it did not hinder the integration of their hearts and art.
"My God, I have never heard such wonderful and sad music. You must be a musical talent." Baron Edmund's flattery contains a trace of sincere respect.
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