"Your country has an alliance with the Sassanids. I cannot comment on this matter, but the alliance with the Persians has never been an ideal choice." Julian said that he could not comment, but gave a definition. In fact, it is an abnormality. Polite and obtrusive things. He did not give up the idea of ​​what he was talking about. He kept a smile on his face and continued to say: "The Persians did not give up eastward expansion for a long time, and now they will not give up this obsession. The reason why the Persians There is no eastward because we have been at war with them for thousands of years."

Wang Meng partly agreed with Julian's statement that the Persians were indeed not ideal targets for alliances, and the fact that the Persians had no extra power to expand eastward was also due to the existence of the Romans.

The territory of the Persian Sassanids is the old land of the Parthian Empire, but the Persian Sassanids did expand to the east for nearly a thousand miles on the basis of the old parthian empire. Waiting for the country, still waiting for the Romans to enter the Middle East again before they can shrink back their strength. Otherwise, the Persians may have to come into contact with the Han people, but they don’t know the form of contact. It may be the probability of war.

The Romans caught in the civil war could still hold down the Persian side steadily. From the fact that the Romans also controlled several provinces in the Middle East, including some Middle Easterners who became independent, it can be seen that the Persians always stood on the weak side when facing the Romans.

"We have formed a unity. We are reunited under the prevention of the Persians. They will soon eat the evil fruits they have planted." Julian was talking with a smile, his voice sounding strong, as if he was making a declaration. : "The Roman Legion will once again enter the Taixifeng."

Two peoples who have fought for so long can be described as a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred between each other. No one will give up their hatred, let alone do nothing when they can find the other side unhappy.

Wang Meng could guess that the Persians must have worked hard when the Romans fell into the civil war, and even provided money to fund certain ambitious Romans. He now knows from Julian that Rome has once again been unified, so some of the previous puzzles can be solved, such as how the Romans have extra energy and financial resources to fund Arabs, Serbs, and Yue people.

In fact, Wang Meng had other ideas. He estimated that even if Rome was restored to unity, it would be fragile. It was from the Greek side that there was Greek autonomy, and he also saw the weakness of the local governor. Furthermore, each family still had a strong family. Private army.

Wang Meng is very sure that if Rome does not change the nobles’ policy of privately enacting laws, there will never be a real unity in Rome.

The real situation is that Rome hasn't been unified in a real sense. How many years of history they have, the private armies of the family have accompanied them for many years, and that is based on the premise of aristocratic fiefdom. And the nobles have private family forces and can make their own laws. In a country where the laws cannot even be consistent, where do they come to talk about unification?

Out of Julian's goodwill, Wang Meng had his own purpose, and Wang Meng revealed his thoughts in euphemistic language.

"The angel said it well." Julian continued to laugh, smiling heartily: "It's a pity that it can't be done."

In fact, it can be done, that is, there is such a tyrannical Augustus that kills all the nobles who are unwilling to accept reforms. The simple point is to destroy all the old nobles and cultivate a group of new nobles. This is a reform. However, if you really want to do this, it is tantamount to overthrowing everything, and the country will inevitably be burned into ruins by the flames of war, and people don't know how much they will die.

"If your country wants to achieve reform, especially reform that affects all the nobles..." Julian asked sincerely, "What will it do, or has anyone succeeded?"

"Yes, one of our sages did it 827 years ago." Wang Meng was talking about Shang Yang's reform, because there is still a long way to go, so there is enough time to talk about it in general. He hadn't finished speaking yet. Seeing someone greeted in front of him, he had to make a conclusion: "The policy of the prince has continued to this day, and we are still enjoying the fruits of the reform of the prince."

Julian listened very attentively, and did not notice that there was another crowd in front of him. Seeing that Wang Meng's conclusion was abruptly stunned, he realized that it was indeed not a good time to continue speaking. He smiled very understandingly, but made up his mind in his heart, and he would visit Wang Meng if he had the opportunity.

They entered the city gate from the pier and walked a long way on the streets of the city.

The Romans actually prepared a carriage, but Wang Meng politely refused because he wanted to walk in a bumpy boat, so that everyone walked into the city.

Constantinople is indeed a big city. I don't know whether it is because of the red carpet on the streets, or whether the Romans deliberately cleaned it up and didn't see the feces and urine all over the streets.

The street they walked on was about six meters wide, with two or three-story buildings on both sides, which seemed to be shops and the like, kept relatively tidy. If viewed from a distance, it would be two rows of buildings. But every building has its own alley.

The fairly straight street is about 1,400 meters deep, blocked by a building with a cross on the roof. This large-scale building happens to be at the "T" bifurcation, and you can clearly see the conspicuous cross on the roof when it is far away.

The red carpet that extends from the pier to the city is also here. A group of people in red robes are surrounded by a very gorgeous young man, surrounded by dense Roman guards, and no civilians are standing around.

"That's my brother Gallus." Julian seemed to keep smiling all the time, that is to say, when he talked about Gallus, his eyes were very cold: "He is Caesar."

Wang Meng followed Julian's gaze and saw a young man with a haughty expression on his face.

Gallus' dress was really gorgeous, he was dressed in a golden armor with carved patterns, and he could see the silk from the neckline, and he had a crown studded with densely packed gems and diamonds. He waited for Wang Meng to walk close enough before moving forward.

"Guests from the far east, welcome your visit." Gallus kept his head up slightly, his posture was that he was facing people. His first sentence was quite polite, but then he asked: "You guys. What gift did you bring, is there any silk?"

In fact, Wang Meng had no idea about Gallus raising his head. He was more than 1.7 meters tall, and Gallus looked at about 1.6 meters, but he didn't have to look up to look at each other.

After listening to the translation, Wang Meng didn't have any special expressions, he didn't need to express his arrogance, he wouldn't bow to his knees at all, he just smiled so naturally, and said, "If Caesar likes silk, the gift we give Caesar is naturally silk. "

After listening to the translation, Gallus laughed happily "haha". He didn't know if it was because of politeness or because of the ability to receive silk gifts. He finally continued to move forward and stretched out his own. Right hand.

After completing the handshake with Wang Meng, Gallus looked at Julian, who was standing quietly on the side. He looked up and down first, and then said with an indifferent expression: "There is nothing wrong with you here."

Julian was still smiling and raised his right arm forty-five degrees. After reaching it out, his palms were down, and his legs were knocked on the spot, completing the greeting etiquette and walking without any delay.

If Liu Yan was present, he would be stunned, because Julian's salute just now shows that the Nazi salute is no different. The problem is that the Nazis were the courtesy of ancient Rome. It was first made out by the Italians and then used directly by Adolf Hitler.

The Roman soldiers who left with Julian included Marus Utansis and other Roman soldiers. Marcus Marca would like to leave if he could go, but Marcus Marca needed to stay to do translation work.

"Is that guy suffering from cervical spine disease or head tilt?" Doua was talking about Gallus. He was very dissatisfied with Gallus' arrogance. The big man will never live long."

Cai Mian "haha" laughed a few times, Dou'a was a bit exaggerated, but it is a fact that people like Gallus will never get better in Han, let alone climb to a high position.

It is not that the Han people are gentle and understand etiquette, but those who always behave arrogantly will never be welcomed. Even if a second generation with inherent advantages shows such a posture, entering officialdom will face exclusion. Don't think about yourself. The identity of the generation is a universal amulet.

"This is Daqin." Cai Mian stared at Wang Meng who was shaking hands with the priests one by one, and said relatively casually: "They talk about blood here, and even a stupid pig can be the lord. 'S son will still be the lord."

"Haha, isn't it just like the little court." Dou'a's ancestors were farmers. He was also a farmer a few years ago. Now he is a prince, and he can also be an envoy as a military attache of the envoy: The court effortlessly, those nobles with noble blood, where are they noble?"

Cai Mian did not live under the rule of the small court of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, nor did he grow up under the system of the nine-rank Zhongzheng system, and he had no affection for the small court that abandoned the north.

"You'd better say less about this." Cai Mian got along well with Dou'a along the way, and he has become friends: "Don't forget the backgrounds of Tingwei, General Zhengnan and General Zhengxi, and also in the court. There is no shortage of southerners. You don't know when you offend people."

"General Zhengnan is not the same as General Zhengxi." Dou'a said frankly: "The two generals abandoned the secret to the Ming before the collapse of the little court. It is the court lieutenant who also made great contributions to your majesty."

Come on, Cai Mian feels that He Dou'a doesn't make sense at all.

Any place or nation in any country, people are like people, but their temperaments, thoughts, and behaviors are different. That is the difference between people. Just like the Romans who sometimes smile at all times. Li'an, and sometimes Gallus with an arrogant face.

"That Julian looked like a sinister smiling tiger." Dou'a said so, but there was a smile on his face: "For people like him, the more you treat the big guy, the better."

Everyone has tasted too much from Julian's attitude, including Julian's deliberate friendship, but that was based on the premise that Julian betrayed certain Romans, such as revealing in advance that Rome had been unified again.

"The news that Rome has been unified is indeed surprising." Cai Mian's expression began to deteriorate. He knew very well why the Persians had to mislead and why the Romans had to conceal: "The man is too far away from Daqin, and we will not take the initiative to go. Disturb Daqin. But if someone voluntarily comes in and can withstand our test, Dahan can also benefit from it. Why not do it?"

Dou'a doesn't like to mix these things. In his opinion, he has so much knowledge, and his area of ​​expertise is on the battlefield. It is better to teach some insidious contests to professionals. Thinking about it this way, he subconsciously looked at the accompanying Han army.

Most of the Han troops naturally stayed at the pier. Only two hundred people followed, all infantry on foot. They stood motionless and silent in the back. The queue seemed to be cut and tidy.

Ahead, after Wang Meng finished shaking hands with the crowd, a bishop in a red suit or archbishop invited him into the church, saying that he was going to celebrate him in person.

"Your Mass is a refuge ceremony, right?" Wang Meng put a smile away, and said blankly: "The big man respects anyone and anyone who believes in it. The envoy did not intend to convert to your Lord."

The bishop or the archbishop who looks wrinkled but extremely obese. He really hopes to hold a Mass for Wang Meng, and is even more eager to go to Han, and to give a Mass to the emperor of Han, and then Han will become the lord. Kingdom of Belief~lightnovelpub.net~ He is both smiling and sincerely not knowing what he is talking about. This time Marcus Marka did not quickly translate.

"What did he say?" Wang Meng could already describe the expression on his face as cold as cold at this moment: "You translate it according to the original meaning."

Marcus Macca looked like he was enduring his anger. He first asked "Do you really want to listen?", and then translated: "He said that the Lord is everywhere, and only the Lord is the only true God in the world, and the rest are False gods, one day all false gods will be eliminated."

The reason why Wang Meng's face is so cold is because he understands some Roman words.

Well, this person who doesn’t know whether it’s a bishop or an archbishop, he said that their lord is the only true god, and no matter what the views of any ethnic group in other countries, the emperor of the Han is one of the gods, does it mean that they will also destroy the emperor? Huh?

"Can I understand it as Christianity, 1 governor and 1 religion, or... Rome? When the envoy first arrived in Constantinople..." Wang Meng smiled, still smiling very wanton: "I am declaring war on the big man right away. ?"

Marcus Marca translated Wang Meng's words aloud in an annoyed manner, exclaiming and roaring in return.