Chapter 1319: Longyan People in Europe

The Ottoman Empire.

Hamid frowned as he looked at the map of Europe; ever since the war broke out in Europe, he had been keeping a close eye on the developments.

He knew that the Longyan had led an army of one million to participate in this war that was sweeping across Europe, but as the person who admired Liu Zheng the most, Hamid did not immediately follow in Liu Zheng's footsteps to join the war.

Instead, he remained silent, observing the developments.

"Tsarist Russia has already announced its participation in the war, Brother, we cannot wait any longer."

Standing beside Hamid and speaking was his younger sister, Alisha.

"Hmm." Hamid nodded; the reason he had not joined the war was precisely to guard against Tsarist Russia, this trapped beast, baring its fangs at a critical moment.

To retake the outlet to the sea and continue expanding outward.

If Tsarist Russia were to succeed, then he, Hamid, would have failed the expectations of Chief Minister Liu Zheng.

"We declare war; we absolutely cannot let this beast, Tsarist Russia, break out of its cage!"

With a single order, the Ottoman Empire remained a country of Absolute Monarchy.

Therefore, Hamid's order was implemented very quickly.

But the Ottoman Empire had already shown signs of decline; if it did not reform, the Ottoman Empire was destined to perish in the long river of history.

"I wonder if he has come..."

Alisha thought of the man who was dashing and handsome in her mind, and feelings of longing could not help but well up.

Hamid sighed, naturally knowing who the person his sister was talking about was.

Jiang Xuan.

He thought about how his sister held a noble status in the Ottoman Empire and had countless suitors, yet she was devoted to a Longyan.

"Don't think about it; doesn't Longyan have a saying, those destined will meet again."

Alisha nodded obediently, resting her chin in her hands as she gazed at the starry sky, her beautiful eyes filled with unknown thoughts.

Meanwhile, in an unknown wilderness on the other side, a cold wind blew.

"Achoo!"

Jiang Xuan suddenly twitched his nose, wondering to himself how a military general like him could catch a cold from a small gust of wind.

This was unreasonable.

Nashadier heard the sound and leaned in.

"What is wrong with you? A dignified Great General Jiang Xuan actually sneezing from a gust of wind."

"I have heard that you Longyan have an old saying: one sneeze means someone is thinking of you."

"Jiang Xuan, could it be that woman is missing you?"

Jiang Xuan ignored him, though Nashadier had indeed touched upon his true feelings.

He did have someone he was missing recently: the Ottoman Princess, Alisha.

It was just that he already had a woman back in Longyan, and he dared not let Alisha down.

Nashadier smiled and said nothing, but as he looked at the horizon gradually turning white, they had been marching for an entire night.

Through the dim light, they could see their destination for this trip right ahead, and Nashadier narrowed his eyes.

With the chaotic war in Europe, this was the perfect opportunity for him to expand his territory; ahead was a French colony, how could he not pull off a job there!

On the European battlefield, major battles were occurring frequently at this moment.

Britain and the Franco-Austrian Alliance were fighting over who would be the maritime hegemon, and the war even extended to their colonies; whether in Egypt, America, or India, one battle after another, large and small, broke out.

And on the core European continent, Frederick II was still leading his soldiers, struggling to hold on in the fragmented territory of Prussia.

Waiting for support from Longyan.

Teresa, meanwhile, was in Vienna, mocking Frederick II as the "shit-stirrer" of Europe, and Liu Zheng as another "shit-stirrer."

Two "shit-stirrers" should not think they could overturn Europe, overturn the status of Austria as the successor to the Holy Roman Empire, overturn the Bishop, and let that group of evil heretics occupy Europe!

A war that almost spread across the world broke out.

Yet the protagonist of this war, Liu Zheng, seemed to be

aloof from the world, unexpectedly bringing Xie Chan to the Austrian capital, Vienna, in a leisurely manner.

Although Austria was at war, the capital, Vienna, remained peaceful.

The European Nobles were still eating and drinking there.

"This dress looks so strange." Xie Chan looked at the long gown she was wearing, which only European Nobles could afford.

This lace, this style, and the wide skirt hem below—as a Longyan, it looked strange no matter how she viewed it.

And in her eyes, Liu Zheng was dressed even more strangely: a wool plaid shirt, trousers, a white shirt underneath, and something called a tie tied around his neck.

He wore a top hat on his head, which felt like it would fall off if he lowered his head, and he wore a gold-rimmed lens over one eye, though Xie Chan knew this was called a monocle.

But why did he have to hold a stick—a cane—in his hand?

"It's not like your eyesight is bad or your legs are weak, what is the point of leaning on a cane like this?" Xie Chan could not help but complain.

Liu Zheng could neither laugh nor cry, having explained to her the whole way that European Nobles, meaning the rich, all dressed like this.

This cane was even a symbol of status.

Xie Chan was speechless, wondering if Europeans had something wrong with their brains, that Nobles had to make themselves look like seventy or eighty-year-old people who couldn't walk.

Forget it, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Liu Zheng looked at the architecture of Vienna; it was truly quite artistic, it seemed some artists had already been born in this era.

If there was a chance, Liu Zheng also wanted to experience and listen to the classical music performed live by those artists; how melodious it must be.

"Hey, what kind of shop is that? Let's go take a look." Xie Chan was just like a curious baby; whenever she saw something curious, she always had to drag Liu Zheng along to browse.

At this moment, Liu Zheng had a feeling: were women of every era irresistible to the act of shopping?

Liu Zheng looked at that shop, his eyes lit up, and an idea instantly came to his mind.

Coffee?

This thing had already been popular in Europe for some time, especially in Vienna.

He did not know if the coffee of this era tasted good or not; Liu Zheng shuddered as he recalled the taste of plain coffee in his memory.

However, he could not refuse Xie Chan, so he helplessly had to accompany Xie Chan into the coffee house.

"Hello, what would the two of you like to order?"

The shop manager saw that the two guests were Longyan and did not neglect them because of their appearance.

The status of Longyan in the world is truly high; even in the hostile country of Austria, one will still be respected.

"Two coffees."

Liu Zheng and Xie Chan found a seat and sat down, then suddenly heard music playing in the coffee house.

The unique tone and melody, although heard for the first time, left Xie Chan intoxicated: "What is this? It is very different from the tunes heard in Longyan."

Xie Chan looked toward the direction where the music was playing, but she had a puzzled expression on her face.

There were instruments with exaggerated shapes; some people were blowing into them, and someone was holding a silver tripod and tapping on it.

Among them, what caught Xie Chan's eye the most was a young man holding an instrument similar to a Longyan erhu, resting it on his shoulder and pulling the strings to produce the sounds of heaven.

"What is this thing? How is it not quite the same as a Longyan erhu?"

Liu Zheng turned his head to look; European music had not yet spread to Longyan, so it was normal for Xie Chan not to know it.

"This is a Violin."

Liu Zheng looked at the young man playing the Violin, and his eyes suddenly lit up.