On the morning of August 17, 1447, Julian calendar, the sun was shining as usual. Except for a little lord and a little groom, nothing had changed.
In the musty and smelly hut, Liu Huaqiang, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up very roughly.
In a trance, Liu Huaqiang forgot that he was in a foreign country at this time, and thought he was in his warm little home.
It was not until he saw an ugly Ottoman face that he remembered his current situation.
"The special envoy asked me to ask you to eat, hurry up, don't dawdle!"
The very poor Montenia language sounded in Liu Huaqiang's ears, which was completely an order, even if the speaker was just an ordinary Ottoman guard.
Liu Huaqiang rubbed his sleepy eyes and didn't argue with this guy.
After about half a minute, he sat up from the bed, put on his deerskin boots, and followed the Osman guard out of the room.
Passing through Baron Stent's dilapidated manor, he came to a small garden with a very elegant environment, and the air was filled with the fragrance of rose buds.
Liu Huaqiang, who had been stuffy in the smelly hut for a night, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths of the fragrant air.
In the middle of the garden, there is a square table carved out of granite. The patterns on the table have traces of serious erosion over the years.
I think this table was purchased when the Baron Stent family was in good financial condition.
As for the specific time, it is probably at least 30 years ago.
In the middle of the stone table, there is a silver tray, and the cut wheat bread is neatly stacked in the tray.
On the left side of the silver tray are two small earthenware jars with delicate textures, which contain honey and jam respectively.
Two silver spoons specially used for spreading jam or honey are placed upside down.
On the right side of the silver tray is a small glass bottle, which contains half a bottle of white crystalline powder.
People who don't know it will definitely think that the small bottle contains sugar, but in fact, it contains sea salt.
In Wallachia and even the whole of Europe, until the 17th century, salt was a symbol of status, and salt shakers were also indispensable on the nobles' tables.
Even in Romania in the 21st century, when the host entertains distinguished guests, according to tradition, there must still be a jar of refined salt on the table.
Finally, in the corner of the table, there is a glass bottle with a cork at the mouth of the bottle, which contains scarlet liquid.
Wheat bread, honey, jam, sea salt, and a bottle of wine, this is already the most sumptuous breakfast that the impoverished Baron Stent can take out.
Liu Huaqiang walked to the dining table, glanced at the arrangement on the table, and soon fixed his eyes on the back of a person deep in the garden.
There is no doubt that this person is the Ottoman envoy, Braje.
Braye is about six feet tall, wearing a red high felt hat, a traditional black Turkish robe and knickerbockers, and black Yemeni leather boots.
In addition to the tight leather belt around his waist, he also wears a wide, loose belt on the outside.
The belt has Ottoman-style prints and two bags hanging from it.
One of the larger ones is made of fine linen. The original owner of the body, Tsepesh, has seen Braye take out gold coins from it.
The other bag is smaller and made of precious silk.
Since the 11th century, some places in Florence and Milan have the ability to produce mid-range silk.
But high-end silk, which Europeans at that time could not make, could only be imported from the distant ancient countries in the East.
Its value is several times that of the same weight of gold, and it is an absolute symbol of status.
Liu Huaqiang can see that Braye's silk bag is a high-end product, and things that can be packed with precious high-end silk must be very important.
While Liu Huaqiang was staring at Braye, the Ottoman envoy who was enjoying the flowers turned around slowly.
On the face of a typical descendant of the Turks, there was a very proud smile.
Compared with his smile, Liu Huaqiang was full of anger, with high eyebrows and eyes that were about to burst, which even gave people a ferocious feeling.
Of course, Liu Huaqiang was not Tsepesh, and his expression at this time was completely acting.
Imagine that a 16-year-old noble boy was forced to sleep in the groom's room for a night. Anger is the most normal expression.
In fact, Liu Huaqiang was not really angry. As a rational adult, he knew that being angry would not have any effect.
The angry expression on his face lasted for about ten seconds, and then turned into a helpless look.
In the eyes of others, a series of expression changes, like a child who was wronged but helpless.
It must be said that Liu Huaqiang's performance was quite in place.
When he was in college, he was the backbone of the school drama club. Students or teachers often joked with him, saying that he was delayed from becoming an actor because he was too good at studying.
Liu Huaqiang's acting skills at the level of an actor completely blinded Braje's eyes, so that he could not see anything unusual.
"Tsepesh, how was your rest last night?"
Braje asked knowingly, with obvious ridicule in his tone.
"Very bad, I didn't rest well, now you should be satisfied."
As Liu Huaqiang spoke, his head lowered more and more, and finally he simply looked directly at his feet.
Helpless, ashamed, embarrassed, all kinds of emotions were revealed through facial expressions and movements, like a young eagle that was about to be tamed.
As long as the eagle trainer kept the young eagle for a few more minutes, the young eagle would obediently become a human toy.
Of course, all this was deliberately shown by Liu Huaqiang.
The purpose was clear. He wanted to paralyze the Ottomans and make them think that he was willing to be a puppet, so as to lower their vigilance against him.
Braye was very satisfied with the emotional changes that Liu Huaqiang deliberately showed. His original plan was to tame Tsepesh.
Then, Braye showed a bright smile on his face and said in a kind tone: "Sit down and enjoy breakfast with me."
Liu Huaqiang was not polite. He sat down on the chair and reached out to take the bread. But he took his hand back halfway.
As a tamed eagle, without the master's order, even if fresh raw beef was placed in front of him, he had to resist eating it.
Liu Huaqiang's acting skills continued to be online, and the control of small details was enough to bear the vivid description.
Now, Braye's smile was even brighter. He walked quickly to the stone table and sat opposite Liu Huaqiang.
"Yesterday, we entered Wallachia. I saw that you were a little excited, so I used a small punishment to calm you down.
I want you to understand that everything you have is given by the great Sultan.
Similarly, the great Sultan can take back everything he gave you at any time.
It seems that you have understood this now, which is good, very good."
After listening to Braye's words, Liu Huaqiang finally understood why Tsepesh was arranged to the small black room last night.
Braye's purpose is more sinister and terrifying than simple humiliation.
And this happens to fit in with Liu Huaqiang's performance. The sinister purpose gives Liu Huaqiang more room to play.
A descendant of the Turks, why are you so arrogant in front of me? Why did your ancestors migrate here? Don't you have any idea in your mind?
Whether it is comparing IQ or EQ, you are a scumbag. It won't be long before I will kill you with my own hands.
Liu Huaqiang brutalized Braye in his heart, but on the surface, he continued to look tamed.
Excellent acting skills became one of the most powerful weapons for Liu Huaqiang, a graduate student in history, to mingle in 15th century Europe.