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    When Suleiman said this, his eyes lit up.

    He slowly said: "Although the Ottomans are big and powerful, spanning thousands of miles and carrying millions of armors, they are a mixture of different ethnic groups and believe in different gods. Because of this, ethnic groups are separated from ethnic groups. You need to be the only one to be respected.  One technique can confirm the idea that the monarch is unified. From then on, it will be like the Ming Dynasty, like the imperial examination. If you take the eight-part essay test, you can make a hand into a fist This is a good medicine for governing the country."

    He said, but became depressed again.

    These days, he kept thinking.

    Suleiman is an ambitious man.

    He needs to think about it every day. His ambition is to conquer Persia, to go west to Italy and seize the territory that the Ottomans have long coveted.

    But the Ottomans have gone through ten generations of monarchs. Although they are constantly expanding, they still stop at Austria

    Taking a deep breath, a glint flashed in his eyes.

    After many years of experience in Kasha, he has already developed his perseverance.

    To a certain extent, he has the same temperament as Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains.

    ??Smart, ambitious, but also stubborn!

    They also control their world with an iron fist and strong willpower. Once they set a goal, they will remain unmoved, like steel.

    He said calmly: "If someone objects, so what. Using your logic, I am their father, king, king, minister, father, son, son. You can ride and shoot in random clothes, so what can't I, Osman? Yes, yes  "

    Liu Shang was listening to Suleiman's nonsense, but he felt sour in his heart.

    Someone else¡¯s prince.

    The princes of other families are thinking about how to govern the country every day, but the prince of his own family is said to be very hard at work cultivating the land.

    Suleiman came back to his senses, glanced at Liu Shang, and said: "I will bring the great Confucian scholars to compile the teachings of Confucius and the sage, set up the eight-legged essay, hold the imperial examination and select officials, and then invite the Confucian scholars to teach in my capital.  , do you think it¡¯s okay?¡±

    Liu Shang: ""

    Suleiman couldn¡¯t help but be stunned: ¡°What are you thinking about?¡±

    Liu Shang just said: "No."

    "No, I can see it." Suleiman took a sip of tea.

    He actually didn¡¯t like drinking tea at first, but gradually he fell in love with it. Once he liked it, he couldn¡¯t put it down.

    When this tea enters your mouth, it is like thousands of years of Central Plains culture. As this elegant tea slowly flows into your mouth, you can taste this unique oriental charm.

    Liu Shang showed a wry smile.

    Suleiman had a different kind of shrewdness. In his seemingly frail body, there was a small thought that was not suitable for his age, and he said with profound meaning: "Are you thinking about your prince again?"

    Liu Shang was startled, then quickly shook his head: "No, no."

    Suleiman smiled and said: "You don't have to be afraid. In fact, these days, I have been in contact with the Confucian scholars. Whenever the prince is mentioned, they all shake their heads. Although they dare not say anything, it can be seen from their faces that  It¡¯s clear at a glance. I understand your thoughts too well. You see that I am seeking to enrich the country and strengthen the army, but your prince is still like a child right? "

    Suleiman said it very straightforwardly, Liu Shang wanted to argue something.

    After all, he is a Hanchen but in the end he remained silent, feeling that such an argument did not have much confidence.

    Seeing that he was in trouble, Suleiman immediately smiled and said: "Forget it, I will present the credentials as soon as possible. I will not embarrass you. Yes, thank you for your hard work these days."

    After saying that, he winked at the waiter on the side.

    The waiter understood, and immediately took out a piece of gold.

    This gold was real, half the size of a fist, and was delivered directly to Liu Shang.

    Liu Shang glanced at the gold greedily, but quickly shook his head: "What do you mean by this, Your Highness?"

    Suleiman said gently: "You are a country of etiquette, and I am also a sensible person. This is your reward for taking care of me for many days. A good monarch will not be stingy with gold and silver. This is a small thought, so please accept it."  "

    Liu Shang¡¯s face trembled.

    It would be great if the prince of his family could treat him like this.

    "The so-called scholar dies for the confidant."

    When he thought about his mortgage, it seemed endless. When he thought about the debt that would have to be repaid in the next few decades, Liu Shang's heart ached.

    But then, he said seriously: "I am a minister of the Ming Dynasty. How can I accept favors from foreign countries? If so, I will lose the way of being a minister. Your Highness the Prince has great love and kindness, and Liu Shang understands it, butThe learned men returned to the west.  "

    A learned man?

    Emperor Hongzhi frowned and said in surprise: "This man is so ambitious that he wants to be my academician?"

    Zhang Sheng felt as if his heart was pricked and he shook his head: "Your Majesty, you are a Confucian scholar."

    "Oh." Emperor Hongzhi exhaled and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed. However there seemed to be something wrong with this, so he said: "I understand."

    In this regard, Emperor Hongzhi just nodded vaguely, but said nothing more.

    Immediately, he waved his hand: "Please leave."

    This request is very strange.

    ¡°But¡­after reading the report from the factory guard, and thinking about it carefully, it¡¯s understandable.

    After Emperor Hongzhi waited for Zhang Sheng to leave, he said to Xiao Jing: "Call Fang Jifan to pay an audience."

    An hour later, Fang Jifan came in panting and saluted: "Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

    Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at Fang Jifan and pursed his lips at Xiao Jing: "Please take a look at Osman's credentials."

    Fang Jifan took the letter of credence from Xiao Jing's hand and looked at it. There was no difference between this letter of credence and other letters of credence.

    "Second Lin can't understand."

    Emperor Hongzhi said calmly: "Prince Osman has another unkind request. He hopes to recruit Confucian scholars in our Ming Dynasty to go west."

    Fang Jifan: ""

    Actually, he was not surprised, but

    This Suleiman is really a talent.

    Seeing Emperor Hongzhi's hesitation, Fang Jifan smiled in his eyes and suddenly said meaningfully: "Your Majesty, the Ottomans are rich!" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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