I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

And Mr. Li, you are the first responsible person!

……

Just as the rectification of the educational circles in the Southern Tang Dynasty came to an end, the telegram of the victory of the Olympic Games arrived at the Imperial Palace in Fengdu across thousands of mountains and rivers.

But at this moment, Comrade Zhu Fugui, the great son of heaven, the eternal honorary chairman of the Olympic Committee, is sitting in the lake view garden of the imperial city, warming up with the four lovers, wrapped in an authentic Canadian goose down jacket made by a white female slave. Concubine and Concubine Ai enjoy the snow scene together.

Eunuch Lao Li heated up a pot of rice wine, marinated a bunch of pig tongues, and chewed his tongue while watching the snow, enjoying a comfortable old life.

Zhu Fugui, Yin Susu, and Bai Xiaer were playing Doudizhu while warming up by the fire.

Although Zhu Fugui himself is actually the largest landlord in the world, it does not prevent his harem from loving to play Doudizhu.

This deck of cards is the kind of war criminal poker made from bagasse.

Zhu Fugui threw out a piece of brain-dead Lincoln, which was firmly pressed down by Bai Xia'er's femme fatale Victoria, and another note was stuck on his nose helplessly.

Xiaolan looked at everyone with a smile on the side, humming a little song from her hometown, and flipping the stick in her hand.

The barbecue on the charcoal stove has been sizzling, adding a bit of flavor to the elegant winter.

The other concubine-to-be was looking at the lake from a little distance away.

Julie was wearing a thick down jacket, a woolen hat, and a scarf made of the golden fur of a North American beaver, concentrating on copying the snow scene.

The Vanderbilt family had always wanted to marry the children of the downcast nobles in Europe in order to improve their family background, so Julie learned piano and violin since she was a child, and she was also exposed to painting, and she was very talented in painting.

Zhu Fugui doesn't know much about painting art, and his appreciation level is similar to that of most netizens in later generations. He only thinks that for Western paintings, the more realistic the paintings, the better.

Anyway, if he were to be an examiner at the Vienna Academy of Arts, World War II would probably be avoided. Even if it could not be avoided, De San's boss would definitely not be that spirited guy.

Similarly, Zhu Fugui also appreciates Julie's paintings very much.

In particular, several of her masterpieces, "Mr. Huang Crane Pushing the Little Elk Hard", "Happy Sisters", etc., are all secret treasures carefully collected by Zhu Fugui.

Don't make a fuss about it, in terms of erotic paintings, the painting skills of foreigners do have merit.

However, Julie did not draw Western paintings today, but was practicing ink painting, and a picture of "Lonely Boat and Cape Man" was appearing on the white paper bit by bit, full of artistic conception and very beautiful.

It was Ibowen, who volunteered to go fishing, as cold as a third grandson at the moment.

After all, "the man in a hat in a lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow", the fisherman in Liu Zongyuan's works, it is impossible to wear Canada goose, right?

In order to ensure the artistic effect, Ibowen, who was only wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket and a coir raincoat, sneezed, but was still in high spirits.

After all, this was the chance he had finally won when he defeated Ruan Phuc.

Accompanying the saint to step on the snow, what a great honor this is!

Chapter 878 Yalta Conference

Ruan Phuc comes here on the snow.

Seeing his penguin-like attire, Zhu Fugui burst out laughing.

Bai Xia'er quickly used the Emei Wuying Hand, which is extinct in the world, to tear off the dozen or so pieces of paper sticking to Zhu Fugui's forehead and nose.

Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, in front of foreign ministers, the majesty of the emperor must still be guaranteed.

Of course, there was Li Daban warming the wine and eating the pig's tongue, this little guy was like a yellow door order, no matter what he saw, he didn't dare to chew the root of his tongue.

Ruan Fushi lowered his head and acted as if he didn't see Lord Fugui playing with his concubines.

It's not like he's better than Wei Zheng, why should he touch this bad luck?

Besides, even if Bigan Wei Zheng came back to life, it would be too late to prostrate himself in front of the rich man, how could he care about the little nonsense of this saint and emperor.

puff-

Ruan Phuc, who was thinking about messy things, was suddenly thrown by a tree branch buried under the snow, and fell on his back on the snow with a large character.

"Ah blah blah-"

Ruan Fushi hurriedly got up, and before he had time to pat the snow off his clothes, he hurriedly confessed, "Long live, although I am from Zhending in Hebei, I grew up in the land of Cochin and Nanman since I was a child, and I have never seen snow before. As for making a joke, you are disrespectful, please punish me!"

Zhu Fugui waved his hand, it's hard to blame him for not being interested.

Although this guy is dressed much thicker than Ibowen, the Vietnamese boy is obviously not as cold-resistant as the little devil.

Ruan Phuc Shi had chilblains on his ears, nose, and face, and he looked hopeless.

Southerners, especially those south of Laoshan, like snow because Ye Gong likes dragons.

Well, in my Ming Dynasty, Cantonese are not qualified to say that they are from the south.

The Australian Hu Jian cowboy can even declare that north of the equator is north.

"Li Banban, turn around and ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to approve some warm babies for Ruan Aiqing."

"The slave obeys the order."

The old eunuch Li flexibly bowed to Zhu Fugui, then turned to Ruan Fushi and said, "You are a blessed one. It is the kindness and generosity of Long Live God to ask you to use the treasure of the Tianjiao as a Vietnamese monkey..."

"Banban Li!"

Zhu Fugui scolded, "You can't say that. Jiaozhi is the old place of Han, Wei, Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, Chen, Sui and Tang Dynasties. How can you call it a monkey? It's also my son!"

Old Eunuch Li hurriedly said: "This old slave made a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue..."

Ruan Fushi actually wanted to say, 'The Vietnamese are indeed monkeys, but Xiaochen is from Zhending, Hebei, and is a fellow of Grandpa Zilong! '

But he can only sigh in his heart, the road to identifying his ancestral home is still very long.

Ruan Phuc was very envious of General Morishita who was far away in Ireland.

"Morishita, courtesy name Futao, from Qujing, Yunnan. In the second year of Dewu, he followed Emperor Dewu and joined the great cause of China's revival..."

This is the content written in the history textbook of Daming Primary School.

Moreover, in the tutorial book "Three-Year Naturalization and Five-Year Simulation", which is a must-read for the naturalization exam, there are also several questions written about "Yunnan General Morishita".

Ruan Phuc Shi was so envious that his eyes turned green.

It's a pity that as early as the seventh year of Tokumu and the ninth year of Tokumu, Morishita went to the court several times and welded the car door to death.

'It is necessary to strictly screen out other species of fake Japanese slaves, especially those who are less than 1.5 meters tall, and must not be mixed into Huaxia. ';

"The ethos of the Japanese arrogating and changing their names and falsely attaching fake genealogy needs to be dealt with hard. Our Ming Dynasty implements the strategy of eight huts and one universe, but we can't do everything together, so that the young tamarins can take advantage of it." '

Listen, is this human?

Yes, what you said, General Mori, is right. Ben Tongru Huang Menling is also very supportive. Maybe you can’t let me get in the car first!I haven't got in the car yet!

Ruan Fushi only blamed himself for the short days with Long Live Lord, and the time to go ashore was too late.

I am afraid that he still needs to continue to work hard to make his ancestral home in Hebei a certainty.

Thinking of this, Ruan Phuchih quickly swallowed his bitter tears, put on a happy expression, took out a telegram and bowed: "I congratulate Your Majesty, and I congratulate Daming. My great Ming athlete made another great achievement in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Stand out at the Olympics!"

"Yo? That little bastard Feihong didn't know if he had embarrassed the old slave!"

Old Eunuch Li stepped forward to take the telegram and handed it to Lord Long Live.

His shifting body left a wide passage in the snow.

"Feihong is naturally fine."

Zhu Fugui accepted the telegram with a smile, and looked at the contents above.

Sure enough, Huang Feihong won the gold medal by knocking out many opponents in a row with his rich martial arts.

Daming's gold medal list and medal list also achieved gratifying results.

It's just that men's football...

That's all, anyway, my football team loses to Italy and the will, at least it doesn't lose to...

Zhu Fugui glanced at Ruan Phuc Thih.

The latter felt a murderous aura for no reason, and his heart skipped a beat, but when he looked at the Long Live Lord again, the latter still had that refined and easy-going look, without any angry expression.

On the other hand, Bai Xia'er, who leaned over to read the memorial, frowned and murmured in a low voice: "Cuju is my family's favorite, why did it stop at the top eight this time? They should really go to Prince Zuo's side." Plant trees, and Ma Er will dig coal!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhu Fugui sternly said, "Don't mess around, in competitive sports, winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs, and..."

Zhu Fugui is not in a hurry, anyway, sooner or later the Ming men's football team will win the championship.

Daming has a population of 5000, how could it be impossible to find more than a dozen people who can play football.

It is not difficult to gather fifty Sun Xingmin.

This time losing to Duwill is really a matter of luck.

Under the leadership of Zhe Deng's coach Lao Gao, Da Ming has always played fiercely.

This time against the Independence team in South Africa, the Daming team also took the initiative, playing high and high, penetrating long passes, bombarding the goal of Independence for 10 minutes, and the ball possession rate was as high as [-]%.

But the Dublin's defensive bus is very tenacious.

The independent men's football team, which lost to the French team in the first Olympic Games, was sent to the front line in Brussels by King William I.

Under the shooting of France's high-speed volleys of guns, they all returned to the embrace of God in less than half a year.

After the second Olympic Games, William I did not organize athletes to go to China to participate.

William II, who is now in power, as a young emperor, obviously pays more attention to majesty, and is so happy that he sent a rather luxurious delegation to participate in the third Olympic Games via the Eastern Roman Empire.

It is worth mentioning that the Eastern Roman Empire also sent a team to South Africa for some sports diplomacy.

It's just that this impromptu team is obviously not as strong as the well-prepared voluntary team, and only won two or three medals.

Perhaps stimulated by the tragic end of the first independent men's football team, this independent men's football team was extremely tenacious.

Zhu Fugui's saying that he sent the men's football team to dig coal if he couldn't play well was just a joke.

But if the Duguo men's football team can't play well, they have to fight against the machine gun physically. This is real.

Under such heavy pressure, the technical and tactical level was far inferior to that of Daming, and the Volunteer team persisted for 10 minutes.

Moreover, there seemed to be a kind of magic spell in the dark, their goalkeeper saved several tricky shots of Ming players one after another.

And his good state continued until overtime and penalty shootouts. In the end, he saved two consecutive penalty kicks shot by Daming players, and personally ended the Daming men's football team's World Cup trip.

In general, Daming lost but not lost.

Zhu Fugui was already satisfied with this.

Fans who have been ravaged repeatedly by some uncles are so humble and content.

"Besides, Cuju is something that I think is against the fate of the country."

Zhu Fugui rubbed Bai Xia'er's beautiful hair, and said with a smile, "Xia'er, why don't I make a bet with you, I think something good will happen within half a month..."

……

Facts have proved that Zhu Fugui's intuition is correct.

Just a week after the Olympic Games, a telegram from Berlin broke Zhu Fugui's indulgent trip to his hometown during the New Year.

This telegram has a lot of words, regardless of the cost.

In the telegram, William II praised the traditional friendship between Ming and Du, and thanked Daming for his support for the people of Du will.

Zhu Fugui doubted that this part of the content was ghostwritten by Brother Bismarck.

Apart from these compliments, the core content of the telegram is that with the success of the Ming Dynasty in the British and French overseas colonies and the British mainland, as well as the independent country's major victories in the European continent, William II believes that the Second World War has entered the final stage of the end , the defeat of the Anglo-French alliance is set.

With the drastic changes in the world pattern, especially the disintegration of the Ottoman Empire, the new world pattern imagined in the pre-war "Three Emperors Alliance Agreement" is no longer possible.

In view of the active goodwill shown by the Russian Empire, or the so-called Eastern Roman Empire, William II believed that Russia should be introduced into the framework of the Ming independence alliance to form a new alliance of three emperors.

Moreover, with the rapid development of the military action of the anti-British and French alliance, a series of political problems arising from the end of the war and the arrangement of the post-war world need to be resolved quickly, especially the basic principles of dealing with the defeated British Empire and the French Third Republic, and realizing the post-war The basic principles of the world's international security issues objectively require a new top-level meeting between the three imperial powers.

William II suggested that a key summit meeting be held at the Livadia Palace in Yalta on the Crimean Peninsula in the northern part of the Black Sea of ​​the Eastern Roman Empire. Order and the distribution of interests among the great powers.

Daming naturally responded positively to such a proposal.

To be honest, the eight-year long war that has lasted since the eighth year of Dewu has made people feel tired.

Daming has already obtained almost all the benefits that he should have received in this war, it is time to stop and digest it, to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the talents.

In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that many lands swallowed up by the Ming Dynasty in the 70s, such as North America, Australia, and Southeast Asia, hadn’t had a population explosion, if it was half a century in the evening, even if it was 30 to [-] years in the evening, the cost of conquering and governing these lands would have been much higher. will also be greatly improved.

When the ball is long, it sounds cool, but in reality it is absolutely impossible.