Southern Ming, my destiny is too abstract

Chapter 52: On the Tatar War

Zhu Cixuan stood up instantly, stunned.

I haven't formed an alliance of despair on my side yet.

Dai Qing has already joined forces with the Dutch?
"Yes, it's a missionary from Dai Qing."

Pan Huang took a breath and finished speaking.

After hearing this, the people in the tent breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to scold him, but when he saw Pan Huang's face, which looked even younger than the prince's, he shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Chen Ande, who was in charge of European affairs, glanced at the flustered Pan Huang and asked seriously:

"Speak clearly, what is a missionary to the Qing Dynasty?"

"Is it from Middle-earth or from Europe?"

"Only missionaries? How many are there?"

“Why with the Dutch?”

Pan Huang shrank his head and said carefully, "Not together."

"Those missionaries returned to Europe from the Qing dynasty, and then returned to China from Europe."

"When passing through Sumatra, the Nanyang Han people and the Aceh people discovered that they were enemies of His Royal Highness, so they captured a group of them and brought them here."

"Including the interpreters, there are fifteen of us in total."

"They were just escorted to Daguang City, and the Dutch envoys arrived right after them."

Everyone finally put their minds at ease.

Zhu Cixuan sat back in his chair.

scare someone to death.

I almost thought that Wu Sangui and the Dutch heard that Yongli was in Hongsha Anzha and came to attack together.

Chen Ande frowned slightly. "Did those missionaries come back because of the Jesuit Rites Controversy in Middle-earth?"

Pan Huang blinked. "I think the interpreters mentioned Jesuit missionaries, but I'm not sure if it was related to the Rites Controversy."

Zhu Cixuan and Chen Ande looked at each other.

Zhu Cixuan and Chen Ande talked about Europe and learned that when he was in the Vatican, there was a group of missionaries from the capital.

"Call the missionary in first."

Pan Huang: "Yes."

It didn't take long.

A group of Europeans with different appearances, deep eyes and high noses entered the tent.

The leader was very considerate and performed a standard Ming Dynasty scholar's bow, speaking Chinese with a hint of Jiangsu and Zhejiang accents:
"Jesuit Wei Kuangguo greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Ming."

The others followed closely behind, but it was obvious that they had not lived in Middle-earth for long. Their accents were as strange as Midan of the Shenjiying, and they even stumbled.

"Nan Huairen, Bai Yingli, Lu Rihai...pay their respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

They are all Hua Xia Tong.

Zhu Cixuan was about to speak.

Chen Ande suddenly snapped: "It really is you, old bastard!"

Before he finished speaking, he strode towards Wei Kuangguo, raised his fist and punched him three times.

Nowadays, missionaries who dare to cross half the world are not weak intellectuals.

After Wei Kuangguo was caught off guard by two punches, he relied on his stronger physique than Chen Ande to push the latter to the ground.

In full view of the crowd, the two men engaged in a free fight.

Everyone in the tent was stunned.

Seeing that his boss, who was also half a teacher, was at a disadvantage, Pan Huang hurried forward to help.

Ma Bao and Mu Tianbo also quickly came to their senses and hurried forward to separate the two people who were wrestling with each other.

Chen Ande covered his chest, which had been kicked, and patted the dust off Wei Kuangguo with his fingers:

"Your Highness, arrest this old man. He is the envoy of Shunzhi, the false emperor of the Eastern Tartars."

"Back in the Vatican, when Boym and I asked the Pope for help and troops, it was this old man who got in the way and caused us to return empty-handed."

Wei Kuangguo brushed off the dirt on his body and said calmly:
"Master Chen, you arrived in Rome before me, and you haven't accomplished anything in three years. How could it be my fault?"

"Isn't it because you foolishly asked the French for help before? Didn't you know that Pope Giovanni was in conflict with France and made it unhappy?"

Wei Kuangguo turned to look at Zhu Cixuan and explained:

"Your Highness, Pope Giovanni is different from his predecessor, Pope Urban."

"He supported the Habsburgs in Spain and refused to recognize Portugal's independence from Spain." "The French wanted Spain to decline, and after sheltering Pope Urban's descendants, they came into great conflict with Giovanni."

"So Giovanni disliked Lord Chen and Father Boymig and deliberately put them aside, waiting until the new Pope Fabio came to power before discussing whether to help the Ming Dynasty. However, by then, the Qing Dynasty had already occupied China."

"So Master Chen's efforts were in vain."

Fortunately, Ma Bao pulled him back. Chen Ande was about to rush forward again and said angrily:

"Isn't it because you claimed on behalf of the Eastern Tartars that they had conquered Middle-earth that the Western nations were unwilling to send troops?"

Wei Kuangguo felt a little uneasy, but seeing Zhu Cixuan's calm expression, he spoke again:

"Sir Chen, I am not a Tatar envoy. I am only speaking the truth."

"I returned to Europe at the request of Missionary Johann Adam Schall von Bell. Regarding the dispute over the rituals of Chinese Christians, as for Missionary Schall von Bell, he was a minister of your Ming Dynasty."

"Pope Giovanni strictly prohibited Chinese traditions. If I return to Rome, Pope Fabio will lift the ban and summon the Ming envoy."

Bai Yingli and Lu Rihai tried to reconcile, saying, "Master Chen, what Wei Kuangguo said is true. He really wasn't sent on a diplomatic mission because of the Tatars."

"We were originally going to return to Middle-earth with you, but the church arranged for us to take the ship with Wei Kuangguo."

"His return to Rome was also the church's request."

Chen Ande cursed: "Fire your Italian cannon."

"If it weren't for that old man translating and promoting his book The War of the Tartars, how could the European countries know about our Chinese roots?"

Zhu Cixuan kept looking at the group of missionaries with a smile on his face.

Don't care much about the missionary's background.

Isn’t it just for preaching?

Is there any monarch in the East who is more qualified to be preached to than him, the Holy One of God?

【Wei Kuangguo (a famous missionary)】

Nan Huairen (a prominent missionary)

【Bo Yingli (Second-class missionary)】

【Constantine Falcon (Second-rate Civil Official)】

What was the most important thing in the seventeenth century? Talent.

What the remnant Ming court in exile lacked was civil officials.

Isn't this coming?

These missionaries, equipped with Western technology, were a timely help.

But when he heard what Chen Ande said about the book, Zhu Cixuan suppressed the heat in his heart and looked solemn.

"The Tartar War?"

Seeing the situation, Pan Huang took out a book from the confiscated missionary letters and presented it to Zhu Cixuan.

"Your Highness, it should be this book."

Zhu Cixuan took it and quickly looked through it.

He can also roughly understand the English translation.

[The people of Middle-earth, far from the land of Tartar, in the south, are the weakest of the inhabitants of Asia.]

The Prince Regent died in early 1651. He was a hero in the Tatar conquest of Middle-earth. His wisdom, justice, benevolence, and military talent won him the love of both the Tatars and the Middle-earth people.

Snapped!
Close the book with force.

Zhu Cixuan's blood rushed to his head and he laughed out of anger.

"Hahaha."

"Haha, Dorgon, who shaved his head and changed his customs, is kind and fair."

"Is the regent of Jiangyin and Jiading favored?"

boom!
Zhu Cixuan threw the first brick at Wei Kuangguo.

Wei Kuangguo fell to the ground, supported himself with his hands, and was about to stand up.

Zhu Cixuan had already snatched the jade scepter from Chen Ande's waist.

He attacked Wei Kuangguo again and again.

Wei Kuangguo tried to struggle to get up several times, but was knocked down by Zhu Cixuan every time.

He didn't stop until blood started flowing from his head.

What Cao Cao, what Sun Kewang.