Chapter 186 The Great Director
Chapter 186 The Great Director
The matter in the mountains could not be kept secret from Prime Minister Wenziel for a long time. He hurried to the King's Heron Palace to have an audience.Since His Majesty Winston III's health began to deteriorate, the time for him to appear in front of everyone has become less and less.There are not many courtiers who can contact His Majesty in this way, but the old prime minister must be one of them anyway.
"Your Majesty..." When the old prime minister was summoned to meet him, his heart trembled when he saw the pale face of Winston III, and he called sadly to the king who was supposed to be a wise king.
Before Winston III succeeded to the throne, he was a good prince in the traditional sense. He was handsome, unrestrained and suave, loved reading, poetry and art, and treated others with humility.After succeeding to the throne, he is full of sense of responsibility and puts the king's own work first. Even the art he is passionate about is not as important as state affairs.Originally, Mingjun, who could reassure the people of the whole country, has a fatal weakness, which is weak and sick.Even his father considered passing the prince to his strong younger brother Churchill because of this.But this matter was explicitly rejected by Churchill himself.
The king was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and recuperating, but he slowly opened his eyes when he heard the old prime minister's call, and he responded weakly: "It's Wenziair. During this time when I'm not in good health, I really need you."
"It's all the old minister's job. I just hope that His Majesty will take care of his health. As long as His Majesty is in good health, the country will be at peace."
"I would like to borrow your good words..." The corner of the king's mouth twitched. I don't know why the old prime minister felt that this smile was mocking.
The old prime minister saluted and walked to the king's bed.Several attendants stood aside respectfully, like a set of combination furniture that couldn't speak.The king asked listlessly: "Aiqing, what is there to come to the palace to meet me? Is it difficult?"
"This..." The old prime minister hesitated for a moment, but still raised his head firmly, "It's about those lawless thugs."
"Order." The king took a breath. "What outrageous things did those lunatics do again? It's really helpless that such a sad thing happened during my poor health. I can only trouble the prime minister a lot."
"Your Majesty's words are embarrassing to the old minister." The old prime minister smiled wryly, "But this time the matter is of great importance, and I must personally report it to Your Majesty."
"Oh? What's the matter with Aiqing?"
"Just during this period of time, the religious order began to move unscrupulously. They have been wandering around Talon for a generation, and they should be looking for the relics of the never-ending long dream. But just a few days ago, a team of palace knights suddenly disappeared. Yes, there is reliable news that they are going to an excavation site of the church."
"Could it be that my court knights were wiped out by those followers?"
"No." The old prime minister shook his head, "If it was the mission to exterminate the believers, no one would know that these knights set off after receiving an order from a certain big man. This big man..."
"It's really terrible news. It's impossible to remain indifferent after hearing it." A voice came from the inner room of the Heron Palace. Seeing the voice coming out slowly, the old prime minister raised his finger in surprise. "you……"
"What's the matter? Lord Wenziair? You don't know me with your expression. It seems that the elderly are forgetful." Prince Churchill looked at himself strangely. "I'm also visiting my brother, what a coincidence."
"Your Highness Churchill..." Hearing this mocking voice, the old prime minister's heart sank.
"Brenchett and the others were sent by me. After all, they need to grasp the movement of the church. I have already reported this matter to His Majesty." The old prime minister looked up at the young and strong prince, who was only 38 years old. Years old, six years younger than his brother Winston III.But now the age gap between the two looks almost 20 years.Prince Churchill is in the prime of his life, and as His Majesty's most trusted younger brother, he has been in charge of the court guards, but he never expected that he would collude with the religious order...
"Churchill has already told me." Winston III smiled gently, "He is always worried about the small actions of those religious orders."
The prime minister shook his head.It seems that His Majesty has believed the Prince's words, and his audience this time is meaningless. "Then act according to what His Royal Highness said, as long as nothing goes wrong..." The old man said loudly with meaning.
"What the prime minister said is true. If I make a mistake, brother, please punish me hard." Churchill laughed nonchalantly, and Winston III also shook his head dotingly. "You yourself have to learn a lot from the prime minister."
"Your Majesty..." The old prime minister looked at the brother's deeply emotional interaction in pain, and shouted in his heart, "Your Majesty, have you ever thought that the person who hurt you is the brother beside you!"
"By the way, there is one thing that needs to be entrusted to the Prime Minister." Prince Churchill just thought of it suddenly. "The 200th birthday of Paladin Roland is coming soon. This is the most famous and greatest national hero in our country. Naturally, the royal capital will also hold a ceremony this time. Your Excellency, Prime Minister."
"Yes, I remember that Roland is also Sir Wenziel's favorite hero, so let's hold a grand ceremony." King Winston III nodded approvingly.
"The minister receives the decree." The old prime minister got a meaningless decree and lowered his head sadly.
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A week later, Ma Kelun, an official of Kismir's cultural celebration department, ushered in an unexpected visitor.The other party's resolute and arrogant attitude demanded the treatment of a great artist, which made him bored for a while.
"I am James Cameron, a great director from Outer Islands! What I bring is the legendary seventh art, film! I will shoot a real American blockbuster for Paladin Roland, enough to keep his story alive for 100 years Year!"
Ma Kelun leaned on the back of his bright red cashmere and lighted a cigarette leisurely.A burst of faint blue smoke rose from between his fingers.He nodded, "Mr. James Cameron. I have heard your name for a long time!"
No wonder.People who have never heard of it.Although the drama masters on the outer islands are far from being comparable to Kismir, Ma Kelun, who claims to be a cultural elite, is still familiar with them. There is no man named James Cameron at all.What's more, this so-called art director is young and powerful.Looks underage.It should be an apprentice or young director somewhere who wants to try the limelight or bluff.As for movies, I don't even know what the so-called thing is, maybe it's a local drama?
Ma Kelun didn't ask the young man if he wanted to smoke, let alone ask the other party's opinion. He leisurely enjoyed the pleasant feeling of Antis cigarettes. Gradually, he became a little tired, but the young man in front of him was still chattering. talking.
"I brought a lot of samples, you can enjoy it. What is a movie? It is a great initiative. We have successfully performed this art on the outer islands and received wide acclaim. This time we are going to make a similar A masterpiece of the Soviet version of War and Peace!"
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, what kind of work is "War and Peace"?"
"You can understand it as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"
"Okay, thank you." Ma Kelun gave up telling the young man to shut up. He snapped his fingers, and the maid came in and took out the coffee pot. In an instant, the coffee pot was gurgling and emitting a tempting aroma. The maid then picked up the broom and started sweeping.She carefully picked up the mop and dragged it to Cameron's feet. The young man could only lift his feet and stand in the air. After a while, the capable maid cleaned the floor clean. , even Cameron has to admit that apart from being too old and not pretty, she is a good maid.
He's really a guy who doesn't wink, isn't he willing to retreat in spite of the difficulties?The people on the outer islands are indeed a bunch of rude guys.Ma Kelun sighed, he pushed his fat belly, he knew that he should loosen the belt to make it more comfortable.
He walked under his desk and took out an exquisite snuff bottle. It was really a beautiful work of art. Ma Kelun took out a flannel cloth and carefully wiped it spotless. He put the snuff bottle away in satisfaction. , looked up and found that damn Cameron was still there.
"I have a sample here, please have a look?"
"No, since we've talked so much, why don't we take a break first." Cameron thought for a while in a daze, thinking about what it means to talk too much, isn't it just me.But he sat down obediently.
Ma Kelun gracefully picked up the coffee cup carved with the group portrait pattern in the imperial capital, and smelled the aroma rising in the cup with satisfaction. He raised the coffee cup and humbly asked, "Mr. Cameron, would you like a cup too?"
"No, thank you." Fortunately, this Cameron refused wisely. Even if he didn't refuse, what he could drink was specially prepared bitter and astringent coffee.
It's a nice day with warm sunshine coming in from the window.Today's capital is still so beautiful, he looked out of the window with great interest, only from his angle can he see the thighs of a few ladies, it's really a good weather...
Ma Kelun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He thought it was diarrhea for a moment, but the ensuing pain made him understand that this was by no means a small problem. A bloody smell rushed into his throat for a moment, "Toxic..." This is The last two words he uttered before he woke up, and then the hundreds of catties of fat fell down in front of the stunned James Cameron.
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