Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

As time passed, it was already nearing nine in the morning. The atmosphere in City of London was getting weirder and weirder. Nearly half a million people had already rushed onto the streets. Under the command of the military police, they gathered around the ceremonies venue as well as on both sides of the street that connected them to the venue.

At the moment, it was already empty. The people closest to the venue and the streets already numbered close to one hundred and eighty thousand. Especially where the Tower Bridge was, the entire bridge was packed with people.

More citizens were destined not to be able to see the event, not even to hear its sound, but no one was in a hurry because there were countless Chinese posters flying around in these stationary streets, and every one of them was surrounded by people.

The oriental charm that shocked the soul is like a cool breeze that blows into the hearts of the citizens in summer. Chinese literati pursue the tranquility of the soul, and the oriental charm can make people calm down.

His heart was calm, of course it was cold.

Most importantly, at this moment, the entire population of London was subdued by the elegance of the East. Their hearts were full of energy, and that was to not lose face in front of the Eastern Gentlemen of the Etiquette Country, the British Empire, or lose face for them.

The Chinese showed the most beautiful side of the story to the British. Did the Londoner want the Chinese to see the ugliest side?

At this moment, all the military police officers had the responsibility of coaching them. There was no need for them to waste any effort at all. As long as they shouted out the words' dignity ', the citizens would naturally be roused from their stupor by the words' dignity of the Empire '.

"Do not lose face, do not lose face for the Empire! "Don't make the Chinese look down on us British Empire..."

"Dignity, Gentlemen, please protect the dignity of the Empire!"

At this moment, a wave of muffled cries of alarm came from the east side of the street. It was as if a gust of cold wind that was on the eve of a storm had suddenly swept over from the east on a hot summer's day.

"Fleet... There's a fleet coming... It's the Victory! "

"I saw it, I saw that Steel battleship …"

At 9 in the morning, the envoys who had started shouting and cheering finally appeared at the outskirts of City of London, and the Tower Bridge was right in front of everyone.

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, pull it out today …" All of them! Stand at attention! Salute! " Following the command given by the Zhiyuan Warship Gun Gunner Lin Zhen, the soldiers standing on both sides of the ship officially entered the city. .

The Victory s of Trafalgar were no exception. The British sailors who puffed their chests out of their stomachs and proudly raised their heads to the sky, saluting the Londoner.

At that moment, the entire Thames River was filled with the wail of the whistle of the wind. All the steamers present at the scene saluted the guests who were coming from the east.

At this time, the citizens of London had finally held up under the pressure of the British Empire. There was no crowding, no trampling, and no cheers from the people outside the city. There was only applause.

Over a hundred thousand people were applauding and cheering for the eastern diplomatic mission. The applause was like a rainstorm that was about to fall on a city, the heaven and earth were surging with noise and waves.

"Mighty!" What a mighty warship, is this the Zhiyuan Warship that made France and Russia suffer unspeakably? "Mighty …"

"To be able to come up with such a novel battleship, these Chinese people must have had a …"

"What a valiant soldier …" It was really different from the pictures from before. The people of Qing in the photos were different! "There's really no whip, and it's not that wretched …"

"What a beautiful military uniform, what a valiant soldier, and such a strict military posture …" "An elite, this is really an elite!"

"Look …" Is the child under the bright yellow umbrella at the bow the emperor of the Great Qing? "

"That's right, only the Emperor of China can wear the bright yellow color, and the Golden Dragon Totem …"

"Long live the Emperor! "Welcome to England …"

After all, Zai Chun was the emperor. The natural halo around his body was really dazzling, these Londoners didn't even understand the tricks of Eastern politics, how would they know who had the real power.

Naturally, Xiao Letian would not take this opportunity to take the spotlight off Zai Chun. He took half a step back, making Zai Chun, who was standing on the stage, stand out even more.

Zai Chun was almost floating at this moment, he had never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. Hundreds of thousands of people applauded and cheered for him, but nothing was organized nor was it trained by the Department of Rites.

Since it was real, it could move people even more. Zai Chun had never seen such a scene after he ascended the throne, it was completely different from the situation in his own country.

The Thames's water was flowing slowly, the two sides were filled with exotic buildings, the flowery roof and statues were innumerable, there was a completely different beautiful scene in the east.

What was even more impressive was that the citizens of the city were filled with freedom and pride. Their faces didn't have the color of the people's faces, nor did they look stupid, timid or cautious. Instead, they looked healthy, confident, and bright …

Cheers, whistles, shouts, and warm applause converged into a wave that pounced towards Zai Chun. The little emperor felt as though he was about to fly to the sky.

His arm had already become a machine, waving about in the air. The muscles on his face were numb, and the smile never left his face …

"This feels so damn good!" In the end, Zai Chun even cursed in a low voice.

Xiao Letian laughed indifferently: "This is the smell of power! "In the past, what you have tasted was mixed with water. That kind of grand scene where one steals false food is not worth mentioning …"

The fleet went against the current, and the Tower Bridge was already close by, the pier by the north shore was the first venue for the ceremony. At that moment, the British Government officials on the shore were already standing orderly on the stage.

"Boiler decompression..." Decrease Speed... "Prepare to dock..." In the midst of Xiang Ying's roar, the British barges slowly drew closer. The small boats would then use their own power to push the Zhiyuan Warship to the edge of the pier.

Even the Victory s were the same. In the end, the dozens of meters to the dock needed the power of the barge.

At this moment, Benjamin and the rest could already see the faces of Zai Chun and Xiao Letian, no matter how much resentment they had, they could not show it.

"Fire the cannon 21 times, welcome, your Majesty Emperor of Great Qing Kingdom!" Benjamin gave the order, and the cannons that were already prepared behind the ceremony quickly pulled the fuse.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The dull sound of gunfire filled the air with white smoke.

The 21 cannons were not done yet, but Benjamin immediately followed up with an order: Fire the cannons 19 times, welcome, Patriarch of the Hua Clan!

Boom! Boom! Boom! The's Ceremony Auction House was once again filled with the sounds of fireworks.

Xiao Letian's pupils constricted. His face still carried that trademark smile, but his heart was still somewhat unhappy. "I never thought that I would be given a 19 chime! It seems that Benjamin will not give us the recognition as a nation? "

"You're courting death! I think you can dance for a few more days now! "