The maids in summer clothes lit mugwort incense in the Western Roman Palace, which made Queen Maria, who was sitting in the main seat feel better. The Western Roman Empire had just been rebuilt and the financial situation was extremely difficult. She knew that it was not the time for a large-scale construction. A large amount of ordinary materials were used for simple decoration, and even the slightly pungent mugwort fragrance was more popular than the lime walls.

The Eastern Roman envoy in front of him sneezes and continued to pronounce, "My Majesty, this is the letter of Basels."

The maid's letter was delivered to Queen Maria. The queen opened it and looked at it. There were greetings in front. The back was asking Maria's eldest son about marrying a noble woman from the Eastern Roman Empire. Queen Maria asked the messenger to go to the inn to wait for the news. When the messenger left, Maria asked the maid, "Where is Augustus?"

"Augus is on the rooftop." The maid answered quickly.

Maria stood up and walked towards the rooftop of the palace. From the stairs, she saw the gorgeous sunset in the sky. The blue sky above the seven hills of Rome, the red sunset, and the orange yellow clouds seemed to be broken and then depicted on a canvas called the sky. Near the edge of the rooftop, looking towards the sunset, was the queen's husband, Boyan. Maria did not step forward immediately. She saw her husband's white temples reflecting golden light under the afterglow of the sunset, and her straight figure seemed to be in a painting against the backdrop of the sunset. She looked majestic and majestic, like the sculptures in the Roman city. Maria quickly walked up to Boyan and took Boyan's arm. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Boyan ask, "Maria, do you think I have changed over the years?"

Maria was stunned, but saw that Boyan was still looking at the sunset with only a trace of figure in her vision. Maria suddenly felt sore in her nose and tears almost burst out. When she was young, she fantasized about holding Boyan's arm and watching the sunset together. When she woke up from her sleep, she listened to the snoring of the Khan beside her. Even though Boyan's appearance was blurred in memory, she could still remember clearly only Boyan's name. After youth, the Khan returned to heaven. Maria, who had decided to enter the monastery, recognized Boyan from Kublai Khan's army at first sight. Maria said softly: "Dear, you have not changed."

"Is that right?" Boyan sighed with some doubts.

"What's wrong? Dear." Maria felt that her husband was sentimental than usual.

"Hao Ren is here to write." Boyan's voice was like sighing.

After hearing this, Maria was also very sad. She and Boyan's son were already at the age to talk about marriage. She was really old, and she gave birth to three children almost regardless of life and death. However, Maria still forced herself to speak out her mother's words, "Our daughter is not yet the age to marry."

"No. Hao Ren is not here to talk about this, he is asking me if I have no other wishes in my life." Boyan sighed.

When Maria heard that it was not about the children, she felt a little confused. Why did Hao Ren suddenly remember a question about life and write a letter specifically?

Boyan was silent for a moment, turned to look at Maria. His face did not have the tenderness of his usual days, but only a feeling of almost sadness. "Maria, I have wanted to be a Roman since I was very young."

Maria smiled slightly, and she remembered the young messenger of the Ilhanate who was less than twenty years old forty years ago. After talking about theological issues, she said in a calm voice that was completely unmatched with his appearance: "Princess, I want to be a Roman."

Boyan looked in the direction of the sunset again. At this time, the sun was no longer visible in the sky. The color of the sunset looked particularly strong. "Maria, my lifelong ideal is to marry you, realize the last wish of the cowardly General Buhua, and set off a war from Azerbaijan to Egypt, burning the Mamluk dynasty to death. And to become a Roman like you."

"Yeah." Princess Maria looked at Boyan with some pity and responded casually. She didn't know why Boyan was so sad, so she hugged Boyan a little tighter.

"Hao Ren asked me if Kublai Khan had already fulfilled his wish when he passed away. This guy didn't get what he wanted in his life, so he didn't believe that others' wishes might not be that great." Boyan continued to tell his sigh. He once thought that Hao Ren's wish was just to build a country in his mind. If it were just this, Boyan could fully understand it. Boyan himself and Kublai Khan had only such expectations. Kublai Khan officially became the Khan at the Hulitai Conference, and Boyan became the emperor of the Western Roman Empire. Both of them fulfilled their wishes.

"Dear, is the wish of Your Excellency Hao Ren even higher than that of you?" Maria finally took this opportunity to straighten out her thinking.

Boyan's eyes lit up and nodded and replied, "Well. We just want to get what this world can give us, but Hao Ren wants to create a world he expects."

"Isn't it enough to get what this world can give us?" Maria asked indifferently. She was thinking about herself, her husband, children, and the country, and she had already got everything she wanted. This sense of satisfaction made Maria extremely happy.

"Oh... forget it." Boyan spent a lot of time trying to figure out what Hao Ren wanted, but so what if he knew. Boyan knew how Hao Ren admired Han culture, no, he admired the new Song Dynasty created by the Zhao official family in the Song Dynasty. But Boyan did not believe that Hao Ren could succeed.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset was so weak that it was about to disappear, and the clouds had turned into blue, green and purple tones. Such calm colors also made Boyan's mood escape from his previous excitement. If Hao Ren really wanted to achieve his expectations, there was only one way, which was to hold the Hulitai Conference and become the new Khan himself. But for Hao Ren, if he did this, he would be just a Mongolian. The "big righteous name" that he insisted on in Han culture disappeared.

"It's cold, go back." Boyan held Maria's hand and walked towards the stairs. When he turned around, he suddenly had a whim. If Hao Ren could really convince the princes to believe in the Han style, the next thing would be to abdicate. The princes who were sinicized must not be able to tolerate the existence of a Mongolian Khan. Maybe the Khan of Tiemur did not have no understanding of sinicization, but because he understood that the success of sinicization was the day when his death of Tiemur was, that was why Hao Ren was like this...

"Dear, Barcelona, ​​Eastern Rome, wrote to us to discuss with us which noble daughter to choose." Even though she was sixty years old, Maria was still excited to tell what she was most concerned about.

"Oh?" Boyan also put aside the incident in distant Mongolia and listened attentively to his wife's story.

"Well, I've already thought about it, let's find descendants of the Komuning Dynasty." Maria was particularly excited when she mentioned marrying her son.

"Why?" Boyan was not familiar with the bloodlines of various dynasties in the Eastern Roman Empire.

"I think the Komuning dynasty is relatively noble." Maria expressed her feelings. The only reign of the Komuning dynasty, Isaac Komuning, was from the Pafragnian Mountains and had Armenian descent. The surname "Koming" comes from a small town called Kne. Isaac was the orphan of the eastern general Manuel Komuning in the period of Basil II. Basil II let him and his brother learn and grow in the monastery. Later Isaac served as the military commander of the Byzantine Anatolian Military Region.

This Basels implemented many new policies to strengthen centralization and weaken the aristocratic power. Therefore, the Komuning dynasty was cut off after he abdicated. After Maria carefully read the history of the Eastern Roman Empire, she felt very close to the Komuning family.

"Okay. It depends on you." Boyan agreed. His ideal was just to revive Rome. For this purpose, Boyan's family must marry the descendants of various Eastern Roman dynasties to ensure that the blood of the Boyan family has sufficient Roman blood. So as long as they are descendants of the Eastern Roman emperor, it doesn't matter which emperor it is.

Before the last ray of sunset in Rome disappeared, Constantinople had completely entered the darkness. Director Xie Song listened to the report absent-mindedly. The report content was that the Yuan Dynasty prince Hao Kang became the chief executive of Damascus and the Minister of Water Resources of Mongolia. The newly appointed chief executive of Damascus first solved the local prince, and then he got nearly a thousand-number sword from the Yuan Dynasty. It is said that he acted as a local official, especially a tax civil servant.

There was nothing particularly strange about Hao Kang's actions, and Xie Song was completely uninterested. He was worried about why he had not gained a higher position in this major personnel adjustment and returned to Athens to work. Many officials of the same level as Xie Song have been promoted.

Just as he was thinking, the telegrapher hurriedly ran in and handed a telegram to Xie Song. Xie Song looked at the telegram and his eyebrows frowned. The telegram asked Xie Song to collect information about the slave dynasty in northern India and Mongolia. Xie Song thought for a long time before finally remembering that there was a country in northern India that had fought with Mongolia for many years.

When Xie Song remembered it, he was even more puzzled. Why did he, the director of Constantinople, care about the affairs of the eastern region thousands of miles away? What great things did this slave dynasty do? He actually asked the Song Dynasty to send all the intelligence collection actions to Constantinople?

If Xie Song knew what the Song Dynasty thought of Tianzhu at this time, he would probably be even more confused. The latest telegram was sent to Kaifeng, which alarmed the ministers of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Lifan. Yang Congrong didn't care. His wife was getting angry these days, and it was not a bad thing to run out in the middle of the night, so it was just enough to get some breath.

Luo Yiren and Lu Bofeng seemed to have no firm love for 996. 996 is the latest rumor in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty. According to the system, the Song Dynasty was 9 to 5, and it was off every five days. Six days a week, five days working days, and one day off. This 996 is to go to work at 9 am, get off work at 9 pm, and work six days a week.

The two ministers were very unhappy and were not excited to see the latest telegrams. Telegrams sent from the Karakoram area where the military stations had been established in the Western Regions of the Great Song Dynasty. That area was closest to the slave dynasty in northern India, and the news was the fastest after the telegram network. The news received from there was the slave dynasty that had been mobilized and the war was about to break out.

At this time, there was no news in the central part of India that the Song Dynasty had already controlled, and there was no sign of war in the previous news. Everyone could only judge that the goal of the war in the slave dynasty was most likely Mongolia. Lu Bofeng said unhappily: "A barbarian is so troublesome. Minister Luo, you may work hard to see if you can be this oriole."

Afraid of power but not being virtuous was the standard for distinguishing barbarians from civilized countries in the Song Dynasty. Yang Congyun heard Lu Bofeng's naked contempt attitude towards the slave dynasty and felt inexplicably melancholy. The basis for the establishment of the Four-Party Alliance is a civilized country, and the basis for the civilized country is the ability of the country's court to guarantee the agreement. The Europa Province believes that the other three countries of the Four-Party Alliance essentially agree that debt repayment is the common virtue of mankind and the country. Of course, there are people who are incompetent everywhere, and this requires control of various risks. Once they are classified as a "barbarian country", there is no basis for trust. Unexpectedly, Tianzhu fell into the state of a barbarian country.

When Yang Congrong tried to digest this huge stimulus, Luo Yiren said: "We can only judge by guessing now. If we express our plans to be peaceful with the slave dynasty, will they think that the Song Dynasty can be bullied and make all kinds of excessive demands."

Yang Congrong knew that this was the standard of barbarians and was eager for quick success and instant profits. Da Song always shouted at such a guy. Since he didn't know anything about Tianzhu, Yang Congrong interrupted: "Let's make a report on tomorrow's morning meeting."

The Song Dynasty is now strict and the country is stable. Therefore, it is very important to give a report to Zhao Guanjia at the morning meeting. As soon as Yang Cong-chan finished speaking, Luo Yiren sneered, "Did you notice that the message sent from the front was actually sent five days ago."

"Ah?" Lu Bofeng was shocked, "Five days ago?" After saying that, he quickly took the telegram to see it. Under the bright candlelight, he indeed saw that the date of the sending was five days ago.

Luo Yiren said very unhappy: "Recently, the Ministry of Telecommunications has expanded its enrollment and increased its equipment. After spending so much money, the speed of telegram has dropped! What are these people doing!"

Yang Congqing said nothing. He attached great importance to the telegraph system, so he could understand the anger of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Lifan Department. Both departments had to deal with countries thousands of miles away, and the chaos in the telegraph system directly affected them. Lu Bofeng was old after all, and after a brief dissatisfaction, he persuaded: "Forget it, it's not our turn to talk about this first. Deputy Minister Yang, you are the most familiar with Mecca. We know that in the scriptures of the True God Church, we all want to go to Mecca to pilgrimage. But we don't know why we don't go to Jerusalem."

Yang Congrong could only cheer up, "If it is said in the scriptures, we have to ask the people who wrote the scriptures. As far as I know, in fact, many people will go to Jerusalem to pilgrimage. Why do they ask this?"
Chapter completed!