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    "Oh, no wonder he behaves like this!" Luo Qin sighed: "My sister is still so young. He went to Hanking, but no one came back. He didn't even see her for the last time!" "Yes, but  This also shows that Mr. Chen and His Majesty the Eldest Princess have a deep friendship. Your Majesty was right when you dared to marry him despite the disapproval of the world!" Diok complimented a few words and changed his meaning: "But I asked him at the beginning!  Mr. Chen returned the body and attended the funeral, but his reaction was quite fierce, claiming that the body had been cremated and would be buried in the manor. After several attempts by Wei Chen, Mr. Chen persisted and I had no choice but to leave. As for inviting him.  He didn't give any reply about coming back to assist His Majesty!" "Well, my brother-in-law must have been too excited and didn't expect this." Luo Qin smiled and said, "It's indeed not appropriate to mention this at this juncture.  Let¡¯s talk about it later. Councilor, it¡¯s your fault!¡± Diok hurriedly bent down and said respectfully: ¡°Very good, Councilor!¡±  He got off the throne and patted the other party's shoulder gently: "I'm sorry for everything!" "I dare you to serve me to the death!" Diok raised his head, his face already filled with tears.  Outside the palace, Diok walked out of the palace gate. An attendant hurriedly greeted him and asked in a low voice: "Master, where are you going now?" "Go back!" Diok climbed onto the elephant expressionlessly, like a slave.  He carefully lowered the curtains for him, and the cage immediately became dark. Only a little light came in through the gaps in the curtains, and reflected on Diok's face, making him look even more eerie.  "Retreat to advance? Chen Zaixing, you are still playing those old tricks!" Diok suddenly said to himself: "But once you let go of power, it will not be so easy to catch it. Once Luo Lin dies,  , your closest connection with the Burmese royal family has been severed, but you have so many financial resources and benefits, how many people are jealous! How can you keep it without this divine card?  It¡¯s a joke! But if Chen Zaixing retreats, many of those stupid nobles will definitely come forward and force you to stand up again. That¡¯s when you¡¯ll die! Dance, monkeys!  Dance hard, so that Mr. Diok can have a good time!" Babu Village Manor.  Simba walked quickly through the corridor, his heavy leather boots stepping on the teak floor, making a dull sound that passed through the long corridor, making the building even more gloomy.  Soon, a corner appeared in front of Simba. After being inspected by a guard, Simba entered a small patio. He stopped hesitantly. Several windows were dark, and no light came from inside.  come out.  "Is it Simba? The door is unlocked, come in!" At this time, a familiar voice came from the room. Simba swallowed, opened the door and walked in. He saw a little firelight just lighting up the room, but  It accentuated the darkness in the room.  "I wanted to be alone for a while, so I didn't light the lamp!" Chen Zaixing shook his right hand and threw the extinguished matchstick on the table. Simba noticed a few gold coins scattered on the table.  "How was it? Where did Diok go after leaving the manor?" Simba stood up straight like a conditioned reflex: "Tell me, sir! Counselor Diok went to the palace after leaving the manor, and then went home.  I'm not going anywhere else!" "Yes!" Chen Zaixing nodded. He suddenly noticed that Simba was still standing there and pointed to a chair next to him: "Sit down! Simba, private occasions don't have to be so formal.  "Yes, sir!" Simba sat down, but still sat upright. This former Sikh warrior seemed to like this kind of military style very much.  "Simba, what do you think Diok, this seemingly normal Privy Councilor, did after he left the manor?" "My lord, I am a soldier, not a wizard, so I don't  I don¡¯t know what he did!¡± Simba paused briefly as he said this: ¡°But I think you shouldn¡¯t spend your energy on guessing what he is thinking or doing, but on how to no matter what he thinks.  No matter what I do, I can't threaten you!" "Simba, your way of thinking is really linear!" Chen Zaixing couldn't help laughing when he heard Simba's aggressive answer: "But you are right, regardless of Diok.  No matter what he thinks, I can't place my hope on his loyalty now, after all, this is the man who has betrayed two kings!" At this point, Chen Zaixing stood up and paced back and forth in the room, the faint kerosene light shining brightly on him.  His figure is projected on the wall, like a mythical giant.  Suddenly he stopped, stared into Simba's eyes, and asked: "Simba, can I expect your loyalty?" Simba suddenly stood up and asked Chen XiChen Zaixing made a military salute: "Sir, please give me the order! Except for Shunhua Company, we have nowhere to go!" "Very good!" Chen Zaixing smiled slightly: "You should choose two trustworthy people now, go  Once inside the city, please ask Maoji to come out of the city the day after tomorrow." "Yes, sir!" Simba gave Chen Zaixing a military salute and turned around to go out.  Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Chen Zaixing sat back in the armchair and turned on the kerosene lamp a little brighter. The light shone on the coffee table next to the seat, revealing an exquisite urn.  Chen Zaixing stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth wall of the bottle, and said softly: "Alin, as soon as you left, all kinds of clowns popped out again. But it doesn't matter, they won't be rampant for long, I will let them go after a while  Everyone, go down below. This kingdom belongs to you and me. It will be left to Songqing and Songwen in the future. No one can take it away!" Unlike most Burmese nobles, Maung Kyi did not react when he saw Luo Lin's death.  The kind of ecstasy that "it's finally our turn" and "the opportunity has finally arrived" is the kind of confusion of not knowing what is ahead.  He knew very well that after the Tin Robe Rebellion a few years ago, the Kingdom of Myanmar was actually no longer the completely independent country it used to be. The current kingdom was full of internal contradictions and was just like a broken earthen pot fixed with iron hoops.  The death of Luo Lin means that the most important iron hoop is broken, and the broken earthen jar will immediately turn into a pile of broken tiles.  Of course, he didn't know whether the kingdom could be reborn after this great catastrophe, but one thing was certain, that was, millions of people would die in this catastrophe. The existing members of the royal family, nobles, monks, etc.  Everything would be changed beyond recognition, and it was questionable whether the kingdom itself would even exist.  Facing the possibility of such a catastrophe, Maung Kee's heart was filled with fear and trembling.  Therefore, while other aristocratic monks were colluding with each other, getting official appointments and making promises, applying themselves to the upcoming drama, and preparing to perform a wild dance, he was hiding alone at home, thanking guests behind closed doors, and was in panic all day long.  As a result, there were a few ignorant people who came over to try to win over him at first, but after these people hit a wall, no one came again. The front door of Maung Kee Mansion was deserted.  After dinner that day, Maung Ji took a walk alone in the back garden as usual. This house has been in the hands of his family for three generations, and a lot of effort has been spent on this garden over the years.  Although it was already the end of November, Mandalay is located in the subtropics, with flowers and fruits growing all year round.  As Maung Ji walked along the path in the garden, he felt waves of refreshing fragrance coming from all around, and his upset mood gradually calmed down.  "Is this Mr. Maung Kee?" A voice with a slight accent came from behind the bushes.  Maung Ji took a step back warily and asked in a deep voice: "Who is it?" "Don't worry, I mean no harm!" A tall man walked out from behind the bushes, raising his hands to indicate that he had no weapons.  Maung Ji felt relieved when he saw that the other party did not come over and that he had no weapons. He asked in a low voice: "Who are you and what are you doing sneakily?" "I am Lord Chen Zaixing's secret envoy. I think you should  Have you seen me!" There was the sound of matches rubbing in the air, and then Maung Ji saw a fire rising on the opposite side. With the light of the fire, he could see the familiar black face on the opposite side, it was the boy named Simba.  The Sikh commander of the Chinese mercenaries.  "It's you, Simba! Why don't you come in through the front door?" Maung Ji did not relax his vigilance. He carefully put his right hand into his arms and held the handle of the gun.  Since Rollin's death, he has always kept a loaded revolver hidden on his person in case of emergency.  "Mr. Maung Kee, please be careful. If you hold the gun like this, it will be bad if it goes off and hits you!" Simba's voice came over: "And at this distance, if I want to hurt you, you have no chance to use it.  That pistol!" At this point, his raised hands suddenly shook, and Maang Ji immediately felt a cool breeze blowing above his head, and then there was a crisp sound from behind. When he looked back, he saw a branch directly in front of him.  fell down.  "As for why I didn't come in through the main entrance, it's because there are too many eyes with ulterior motives in Mandalay at this time. My master doesn't want people who shouldn't know about it to know about it!" Maung Ji sighed,  He took his right hand out of his arms: "Okay, please tell me, you, no, it was Chen Zaixing who asked you to come here." "My master asked me to tell you that I hope you can go out for an outing in the city the day after tomorrow.  Relax your overly nervous mood." "That's it?" "Yes, that's it! Good night!" The tall figure in the darkness bowed to Song Shen and took two steps back.  It disappeared into the trees. Maung Ji heard a few sounds of branches being trampled, and then it became quiet.  Thank you book friend Dashi, qpiqpi for the reward
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