Chapter 367 Don't treat me as an idiot, let alone try to provoke me, gentlemen, please remember.
"You... Your Royal Highness, do you mean that this Oriental, the respected General Liang will be your husband?" Macartney really came to his senses after a long time, and he still seemed to stutter a little.
"Yes, we will be husband and wife in front of God, and let God witness the steadfast love between us." After nodding slightly to Macartney and others, Maria turned her head and looked at her lover. Liang Pengfei looked pale and stretched out his big hand to hold her softness. Honey, you will be my favorite treasure in my life.
"In addition, I hereby announce that my wedding with the eldest princess of Spain will be held in the church of St. Paul in Macao two months later. Here, I make an invitation to the gentlemen by the way, hoping that you can be present on time. Of course, including you, dear Ambassador, I hope you can Before returning to the West, come to my wedding with Her Royal Highness the Prince of Spain. Liang Pengfei finally looked at Macartney.
At this time, Macartney had completely relaxed. Yes, Macartney, who was still worried about his fate, naturally understood why Liang Pengfei said the last sentence alone, that is, he clearly told himself that he would not kill these British people. Otherwise, why did he have to do it? Many Western colonial officials said so.
The important thing is that as long as people are still alive, everything will be done and everything will be discussed. Of course, it will be my lifelong honor to attend the wedding of the two, but..." Macartney glanced at the main members of the mission behind him, as well as, of course, military personnel such as Brigadier General Ford.
"They can also participate, but, dear Mr. Ambassador, they must stay. After all, they are a group of prisoners of war, my prisoners of war." Liang Pengfei smiled and whispered in Macartney's ear.
"Dear General, I don't mean to offend your majesty, but my colleague Mr. Sdangdong's son, Xiao Sdangdong, has just turned thirteen years old. He is still a child. I hope I can take him away." Macartney thought for a while. After seeing the frequent eyes of Nadandong, he boldly asked.
"Little Si Dangdong, that cute and smart little boy, how can I forget him? Honey, didn't you say that when we hold a wedding, we need a flower girl who is religious to God and smart and lovely? I think Little Sidang is the most suitable choice. I will hand him over to you. You know, he has met the emperor of the Qing Dynasty and behaved very calmly. He even won the love of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. He will definitely be an excellent talent in the future. Liang Pengfei patted his head and smiled at Maria.
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"Is that the little boy you mentioned? OK, but I'm afraid this kind of thing still needs his father's advice, right? With a sweet smile on Maria's face, her eyes fell on Sdangdong's face.
"Of course, it's the honor of Little Sgtong, and even our Sgtong family. I'm willing to serve you, Your Highness, Your Highness the eldest princess." When Si Dangdong saw that Liang Pengfei did not answer directly, but if he gave his son to this beautiful and kind eldest princess of Spain, it would be much better than to stay with him. Maybe with his son's performance, he could help himself and make his prisoner's life better.
The surrender ceremony was quite simple. Major General Ford handed his sword to Liang Pengfei, representing his surrender to Liang Pengfei on behalf of the colonial fleet of the British East Indies Company.
In order to appease the emotions of these prisoners of war, they will be temporarily stationed on Hong Kong Island for a period of time. Of course, it does not mean that they can easily brag here all day long. They will become Liang Pengfei's main labor force in the construction of the Kowloon Bay wharf, and the silver they extorted from the Qing Dynasty's political axe is naturally obedient. He obediently entered Master Liang's pocket. As for those British warships, they also became Master Liang's trophy.
"Dear Führer, you should not leave those British prisoners of war behind. Personally, I think they will be an unstable factor. You know, we Westerners worship free will very much. I'm afraid that they will cause you a lot of trouble at that time." In the bright cabin of the Red Shark, Liang Pengfei sat at a square table with Western colonial officials. After flattering Liang Pengfei at the beginning, old Fan Persie frowned and stood up and put forward his opinions.
"Yes, Mr. Fuhrer, I don't think it's a wise choice for you to leave them on Hong Kong Island. If Qing knew about this, he would definitely be very unhappy and even come to you for trouble." A very thin Westerner stood up with the same worried face. This is the Bush of the United States of America in Macao. When he heard the name for the first time, Liang Pengfei almost spit the cigar in his mouth directly into the guy's face.
"Oh?" Liang Pengfei said with a huge cigar and thick white smoke. He looked at these Western colonial officials sitting around the table and said with a lazy smile on his face, "Do you all think so?"
Most people are nodding. Although a small number of people do not show any action, it can be seen from their eyes that they do think that Liang Pengfei has made a very unwise choice.
Seeing Liang Pengfei's disapproving expression, Villa couldn't sit still. Especially after seeing the hint of Van Persie sitting opposite, he stood up. Sir, I think that as a firm ally and for the common good, we hope to share some troubles for you to express our sincerity.
"Real is it? Dear Baron Villa. After Liang Pengfei laughed twice, he stretched out his hand to Nabiya and motioned him to continue.
"I hope you can allow me and everyone present to take these prisoners of war away and give them to us in custody..." As Villa spoke, a pair of cunning little eyes stared at Liang Pengfei tightly, but they could not see any information on his face, so they had to continue to perform.
"The reason is actually very simple, because we are all Westerners here. Although England is alone overseas in Europe and often enemies of our countries, we come from the same place after all. In the West, it is a normal thing to take in war. Moreover, we communicate with each other and it is easier to communicate. In this way, these prisoners of war will not be too wary of us. Another point is that after they are transported to India, they are so far away from the Qing Dynasty that there is naturally no way to make trouble for you..."
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Villa jibbled a lot of reasons. Naturally, there is only one purpose for these reasons, that is, if Liang Pengfei took in these prisoners of war, he would not only arouse the disgust of the British, but also create some big trouble for him from time to time, and it would be different to give them.
After all, the colonies of the Western colonists are far away from India. Naturally, these prisoners of war can't pose a threat to Liang Pengfei. What's more, they also shared the attention of the British for Liang Pengfei, so that Liang Pengfei did not have to face the anger of the British alone.
Before Villa's reason was finished, Liang Pengfei began to laugh. Gradually, his voice became louder and louder, and even Villa's voice was covered. Looking at Liang Pengfei slapping the table and laughing wildly, Villa felt that there was a burst of anger brewing in his stomach.
"Sir, we are discussing business. Please pay attention to your manners." Fan Pexi cleared his throat and persuaded Liang Pengfei pleasantly.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm really sorry. The main reason is that this dear baron is so funny that I have to laugh." Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded apologetically to the people present, and then slowly stood up, paced leisurely, and walked towards Nabilia.
Slightly dull footsteps echoed in the cabin, and everyone's eyes fell on Liang Pengfei. They didn't understand what he was going to do. Villa also looked confused.
"I am very gratified that you can have such an idea and think about me, and I sincerely thank you for your concern. However, I am about to make a decision and will not change it." Liang Pengfei walked to the Belia, took a deep look at the Belia, and then turned his head to glance at the people present to announce.
"Mr. Führer, you..." One of the colonial officials was about to stand up when he was shocked by Liang Pengfei's expression that suddenly turned into frost.
"Gentlemen, who gave you a rich Indian colony in the East? It's me. Who cleaned up the British colonial fleet for you? It's also me. Who helped you so that you can easily enter Calcutta and become the masters of India and Bangladesh? It's still me..." Liang Pengfei's deep voice was like the low roar of a beast in the cage, and the cold murderous intention made everyone shudder.
Van Persie just wanted to stand up and explain, but after seeing Liang Peng's eyes shining like a cold blade, his heart almost stopped and he quickly closed his mouth.
"Don't think I'm the same as those stupid and greedy Qing officials. Don't treat me as an idiot, let alone try to provoke me. Gentlemen, please remember." Liang Pengfei lowered his body and looked at a colonial official beside him. His grim face was as ferocious as the hell demon depicted on the mural. His eyes were so cold that people seemed to see the thousand-year-old mysterious ice on the top of the Alpine Mountain. His dark pupils were like the bottomless hell. In the mouth, there is a faint cluster of black flames that can burn the soul.
(to be continued)