Chapter 59: The Wind Rises (2)

Not far from the Nanyuan Military Camp in Beijing, there is a small manor, which turned out to be an imperial manor. However, the imperial manor system of the Qing Dynasty had collapsed as early as the Jiadao period. The manor occupied the land, and even if he did not hand over the worship of the imperial manor, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty had no choice. These manors were either red tape or at least, or the slaves of a prince, who were recommended for great face. Anyway, if it continues to operate, it would be a word of compensation. It would be better to simply recognize the actions of these slaves who occupied the royal property.

Hundreds of years have passed, and who can tell who this farm belongs to? However, over the past few days, this little farm has become a bit mysterious. It turns out that there are not many dozen merchants who have received a lot of money, and God knows where they moved. A few days ago, a convoy came over, and I don’t know how many things they transported in.

During the day, the winter is not over, and before the plow is reached, there are always a hundred strong men outside the village, who are placed far away and are picking up manure in the fields. Not far away, the soldiers and officials came over, and they stared at them while secretly passing the news back. If a person has no eyes to walk here, he will find a reason to drive you away. Then again, no one in the people is willing to contact these 100 strong men who seem to be wrong. As for the official face, let’s not talk about the chaos now, who has the intention to find the hair of the crops. Even if a man feels that something is wrong here, the yamen that should be in charge of the above always have something to say: "Eat a free meal and worry about it, stay wherever you are cool, and stay wherever you are. In this world, peace is a blessing!"

This village is the current base camp of Xiangshen Li Xiangtan, where Mr. Han often travels. At night, I don’t know how many fast horses were passing by on the Zhili Plain, bringing news from all over the place. After two or three years of mingling with Xu Yifan, he also learned some of Xu Yifan’s ability to concentrate on the overall situation. It is precisely because of this, compared to the history experienced by Xu Yifan in the time and space, Xu Yifan is now more organized - in other words, once it breaks out, it may be more harmful!

The God of Wealth in the North is Han Zhongping, who is seventy years old. These days, he is in the wind and cold weather. He is in Beijing, Nanyuan Military Camp, and here without any effort. Today, the star of Qi in the sky is still hanging, so he hurried over from the city of Beijing. When he arrived outside the village, the genius was a little numb and not far from the village. Along the way, people started to ask in the dark: "Who is it!"

It was Zhang Yu who drove the car. During these days, he never left Han Zhongping. When the old man went out, he drove himself as a coachman. Just like Xu Yifan, this peerless master still had a gloomy face forever, as if there was nothing in this world in the past and there would be nothing that would make him a little happy in the future.

Every time he asked, he would answer in a low voice: "The incense burner under the Virgin seat, go back and be wary!" Hearing his voice, the people who were guarding in the dark retreated without saying a word, but the whistles that conveyed messages rang out in the cold dawn air, and were circulating straight into the village.

This carriage is a good externally-mouthed, foreign-style steel wire wheel. In addition, Zhang Yu drove four horses as fast as his arms and fingers, running fast. When the people in the village got the message conveyed by the whistle and came out, the carriage also arrived at the gate of the village!

In the past few days, this little village has added a wooden wall and a corner tower everywhere. When you look closer, you can see that the barrel of the foreign gun is occasionally reflected. The people who come out are all strong men, all wearing cotton jackets with black cloth, tied cleanly and neatly. Although there is also a red belt with a gossip pattern representing the identity of the incense sect, the quiet and neat manner does not have the scattered breath of the incense pedestals everywhere! If Xu Yifan was here, he would probably have laughed. These people are the children of Dashengkui who have practiced under him. After leaving the Imperial Guard for so many days, they have not lost their true nature in military personnel!

Zhang Yu's hand strength was everywhere, and four strong horses almost stood up high. He could not even jump even if he pulled the reins to the side and the back hooves were digging the soil to stop. Each strong horse was sweating all over, and the hair was wet and shiny. I really don't know how he flew along the way. The old man was so old that he could bear the hard work of such bumps!

A few people rushed to the door to get on the foot and wanted to go in and help the old man get down. As a result, the car door opened from the inside first, and the old man's face came out of the car with a pale face. With the morning light, he could not see any usual tiredness and oldness in his body, and his eyes were really shining. The hem of the long gown was also lifted up and tied into his belt. If he didn't want anyone to help him, he jumped out of the car and glanced around: "Where is the Venerable Yan Shuqin and Yan?"

A subordinate responded respectfully: "June Yan has just arrived back. This time he went to Yanqing and accompanied Yanqingbiao to the camp. He worked hard on the road for more than ten days, and it is said that the social engagements are heavy and he didn't sleep much. He hurried over by the Grandpa's call. After entering the village, he took off his clothes and went to the kang. Now he is afraid he is still asleep..."

Han Zhongping glanced at his subordinates coldly: "Call him back, how can he be fine? He can take off his clothes and go to bed on the kang!" Then he waved his hand: "Take me over to find him!"

Seeing Han Zhongping's expression that tried his best to curb his anxiety, he wanted to persuade him to take a break and take a breath, but he didn't dare to say much. He silently helped him walk towards a small yard where Yan Shuqin stayed.

In the village, there are mostly Dashengkui children wearing black cloth cotton jackets. Dozens of Sanhe fast horses are tied to the empty field. In the courtyard, there are stacks of cargo felt on the tarpaulin. Look at the shape of the tarpaulin, the square ones are afraid they are boxes of foreign guns and new-style foreign bullets! Some of the tarpaulin felts are exposed in a corner, and the Russian language on the wooden boxes inside is exposed. Needless to say, this is the Russian weapon that Dashengkui used their unique trade route to Outer Mongolia and Russia to get!

Mr. Han and his men arrived at the small courtyard at the south end of Zhuangzi in a while, pushed the door open and headed straight to the east wing room. When Yan Shuqin pulled out the door, he was so thin that he was huddled on the kang and slept soundly. The venerable's clothes were piled with the harp on the kang, and the belt was placed on the pile of clothes, but it was not the red belt of the gossip pattern of the incense sect, but it was a plum-red silk belt with a horn that could be used as a sweat towel. I don't know which bitch he touched the wrong one from.

The angry flashed in Old Master Han's eyes, and he stood at the door and coughed heavily: "Zen Yan, my old man is here! Why can't I get up?"

The old man's voice was so loud at this time. Yan Shuqin was alarmed. He opened his eyes and calmed down. Then he turned over and sat up: "Mr., you are here! What's the day? Yanqing's trip is so tired!"

At this time, Mr. Han smiled and pointed to the plum red belt and said, "Don't worry, don't worry... It seems that during this trip to Yanqing, Mr. Yan gained nothing, and he also had a red-fung confidante?"

Yan Shuqin glanced at it and said carelessly: "What kind of confidant? A bitch from Gaobeidian is not very good-looking, but she is covered in white meat and can make trouble... Speaking of which, Liu Dazi and the others were very well-drinked. Yanqing County welcomed the wind and welcomed them to the camp, crossed the county and crossed the town, and ate and drank at night. The people we went there, no matter whether they were old or ugly, could always stay in a bureau to accompany them... The fragrance spreads in the wind and rain for twenty years, which means that these days they were more comfortable!"

Han Zhongping's face remained unmoved: "Yanqing Bian is available?"

Yan Shuqin smiled and said, "Old man, aren't there anyone following you in the Lixiangtang? You're so diligent! You wish you could even take a look at someone's cottage... You've got the news long ago? This mark is really useful, one thousand and fifteen hundred strong guys. One named Ge Qitai is Liu Dazi's deputy. Wow, what kind of big formation, such a man can rush in and out! Liu Dazi and Ge Qitai both patted their chests, saying that the second emperor was round or flat, and they knew who they had to get up. As long as my surname was Yan, I was frowning in and out of the water and fire, and my mother raised it!"

Han Zhong listened calmly and suddenly interrupted, "...Isn't there another deputy named Xiang?"

Yan Shuqin shook his head: "I didn't see you, I said that this guy felt that he was an outsider in Yanqingbiao, and he couldn't speak and had no taste. So I went back to my hometown in Henan to spread the fragrance... Old man, you take a step back, I'll get up now..." He stretched and moaned comfortably: "I'm so fucking comfortable!"

Han Zhongping smiled and Zhang Yu, who had been standing behind him without saying a word, left the door. Zhang Yu then whispered: "There is a problem with Xiang's surname. I read the things reported by the people below. He said that Yanqing's bidding has many systems and practices, and there are shadows of the Imperial Guard..."

Han Zhongping raised his hand to stop him and said coldly: "What does this have to do with us? Even if Xu Yifan comes in person, he will never stop us from acting! He is waiting for us to make trouble in Beijing... What methods does he have in the future? Even if he wants to use my Han Zhongping's head to rest assured the world, as long as my long-cherished wish is fulfilled, what do I care about? I won't compete with him for the world!"

He looked at Zhang Yu and smiled faintly: "Do you want to be a founding hero of the Xiang Sect?"

Zhang Yu shook his head slowly: "...Old man, my mind is the same as yours..."

While the two were talking, Yan Shuqin had already put on his clothes, opened the door and walked out and smiled, "Old man, what's wrong with calling me here in such a hurry?"

Han Zhongping turned around and looked at him, shook his head: "The scholars in the capital are very knowledgeable when planning, but they are useless when acting. I originally said that we will wait for the children of Xiangjiao to form an army to train for a while, and then we will be able to do it. They will have an internal attack, and we will be outside, and we will dismount in one fell swoop. Everyone will share the provinces of Zhili equally... Now they can't calm down, let's do it first!"

Yan Shuqin widened his eyes and slapped his thighs: "I just said they were unreliable! Lixiangtang contacted this and that, and took out millions of silver to others for others. What is the end now? The children of the Xiangjiao family who are hundreds of thousands of yuan don't expect it, they expect those big hats and dicks! What should I do?"

Han Zhongping said coldly: "Tan Sitong cannot be allowed to concentrate on dealing with the people in Beijing now. Although these big hats are useless, they are still indispensable to cause trouble in it... Master Yan, the incense altars in various places can be moved! We have endured it for too long... Are you going to kill some Ermaozi, burn some churches, and let Tan Sitong burn inside and outside? You can't concentrate on dealing with one place... We can just take advantage of the chaos to start a matter!"

Yan Shuqin was shocked and stared at Han Zhongping with a faint expression on his face. In a blink of an eye, Yan Shuqin's breathing became heavy: "... God, finally wait until your old man said this! I, Yan Shuqin, was always the one you always brought up, and I had nothing to say. I will do whatever you say... But hundreds of thousands of incense disciples are looking forward to this day! I picked up a new army and everyone could hardly hold back their resentment! I'll just send orders everywhere, go to Zhili, burn a furnace of incense together, and then fuck it up!"

Zhang Yu just stood respectfully behind Han Zhongping. Hearing this conversation, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but move slightly.

With these conversations between Han Zhongping and Yan Shuqin, what kind of violent and bloody storm will the land of Zhili be set off!

Destroy it, let everything, including his enemies and Mr. Han, die together in this thunder and lightning...

At this time, in the Wenting style Hanlin section of Beijing City, Wenting style had already risen. The princes and the Eight Banners Ginseng leaders gathered together yesterday and planned to go to the Summer Palace to make trouble today. The news was sent to him before dawn. He immediately got up from the bed.

On the truth, although he was the one who took the limelight, he had earned a lot of money from Sheng Xuanhuai and spent half of his money these days. But he really didn't plan to let these princes get into trouble so early.

What he agreed with the shopkeeper Han was to wait for the new army that could control was a little useful, and then he followed his steps to reverse the tale of Guangxu Chen and Cixi.

But no one of the princes of the Qing Dynasty was a fuel-efficient one! These royal families have not taken power for a long time, but they still regard themselves very high. Those who are willing to eat money and food at home are more restless.

It's ridiculous to say that these princes wanted to stand out for more economic reasons. After a hundred years of inheritance, the royal family's arsenal has become increasingly large and more expensive. They have to be less arrogant and not think about more ways to make money. What other ways? But since Prince Gong, Cixi has been guarding the royal family as if she was thieves. The Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Prime Minister's affairs offices, and even the Three Seas Project, can there be a few shortages? It turns out that Cixi has at least controlled the court bureau in Beijing, and everyone should be

Ask a mission, take turns according to the qualifications. But now everything is different, this one has changed, that one has changed, and there is also Tan Sitong who has reached the top in this step. Who sees this way is not a mental activity? Besides, this situation may one day have to go to the Tianjin Concession to be an apartment house. The family is clean and the house cannot be taken away. At this time, I don’t find a way to find a bigger position and make some money to live in the future. In the future, everyone’s big eyes, whose surname is Aisin Gioro, stares at the small eyes and drinks together?

Tan Sitong climbed up and now he took over the power. His original salary was not short of big guys. But in an important position, this guy was so busy that he would get his new army if he had some money. If this continues, everyone would starve to death in the hands of his Second Emperor! Grandma, you, Tan Sitong, can you be the Second Emperor and give yourself a lot of money. Our surname is Aisin Gioro. If the Qing Dynasty is on the decline, should we be in trouble?

It’s unbearable, I’ll do it with the Second Emperor!

Cixi cursed a few of them, which aroused the fighting spirit of the ministers who were both the princes and the Eight Banners Ginseng Leaders, who were unlucky and lost their power. We all paid a visit to each other a few days ago, and we were all going to make an alliance. We went to the Summer Palace to cry! Let's see if the Lady Buddha and the Emperor wanted Tan Sitong, or we would still want us!

The princes had a noble status and were very disturbed, so they naturally did not attach much importance to the secrets. Instead, they were afraid that others would not know that they would work intermittently for the survival of the Qing Dynasty. This news not only reached Tan Sitong's confidant, but also to Wentingshi early.

Wen Tingshi's mind buzzed at that time, and after climbing off the bed, she became calmer.

Anyway, this matter must be done early, and it must be done late. If it is ten days and half a month away, what's so great! These princes have noble identities, how dare Tan Sitong do anything? The tide has started, and it doesn't matter if it's too early or late. Maybe it will overturn Tan Sitong in one fell swoop? As long as Tan Sitong is not in charge, the little soldiers left by Liu Kunyi will be without a leader. At that time, no matter whether the new troops under Mr. Han's hands are used or not, what else can't be scared when he is taken into the city?

To be honest, he watched Tan Sitong have great power all day long and took over the power. Although he was not as jealous as Kang Nanhai, his heart was also very sad. The emperor was also an impatient person, so he might even cater to the emperor's wishes!

The more he thought about it, the calmer he became. He simply asked his family to make tea. He was in the study, tasting tea and reading books, laughing and proudly waiting for these princes and ministers to make trouble.

The ground in the capital was evil, so he thought of Kang Youwei, so Kang Youwei hurried to his Hanlin Palace. These days, Kang Youwei's mission was to contact Han Zhongping, reveal the conspiracy plans of their Imperial Party group, and then grasp the movements of Mr. Han. The specific actions of doing major events were also firmly held in Wen Tingshi's hands.

Hearing Kang Youwei coming, Wen Tingshi ordered his subordinates to politely introduce him and changed the posture that seemed more casual. He was still smiling in his heart: "The dull scholar in the countryside of Nanhai, I can't stand the big scene! I can't hold back so much, no wonder Tan Fusheng kicked you away with one kick!"

The footsteps outside the study were loud, and Kang Youwei had already walked in in a hurry. These days, his face became more and more gloomy, and he felt a sense of resentment, hidden between his eyebrows. In such cold weather, his dark, thin and dry face was still covered with sweat. As soon as he entered the door, he said to Wen Tingshi: "Daoxi, take advantage of his time to persuade those princes to stop now! It's a mess outside, so that Fusheng can't be separated, and it's the truth! Otherwise, Tan Fusheng would definitely have actions!"

When Wen Tingshi heard Kang Youwei's straightforward words, he felt unhappy and muttered in his heart: "How crazy are you Kang Nanhai? In front of me, is there room for you to speak like this? Do you want to comment on my actions?"

But he still smiled. He slowly put down the book in his hand and smiled at Kang Youwei, who was anxious and stomped his feet: "South China Sea, why are you panic? It's easy for these princes to provoke them, but it's difficult to stop them! How far is our position different from them? Besides, can we jump to the front of the stage in this matter? Just let them touch it... Let the Empress and the Emperor's hearts turn around. If you support the resurrection, Beijing City will have to turn against the sky first!"

"He will do something when he resurrects!" Kang Youwei stomped his feet on the other end.

Wen Tingshi sneered: "Beijing City is still from the Qing Dynasty! He, Tan Fusheng, dares to take action? He dares to touch these princes, these Eight Banners and Ginseng leaders, and these ministers? Borrow their courage! Nanhai, you must have a foundation at this time and not speak astonishingly!"

Kang Youwei looked solemn, but calmed down a little, and slowly shook his head: "Daoxi... Resurrection, he is not the resurrection of the past! What he wants to do now is a lonely minister and a villain. I know him, he put everything aside! Once a person doesn't care about his head, what else can't do? In this way, he just forced Resurrection to be hard in the capital! By chance, Liu Kunyi changed his hands, and he had soldiers in his hands! In this world, the most people with soldiers! If he really took action, he would have to be hard, the old Buddha and the emperor in the garden would have to retreat and pinch his nose and recognize it!

Daoxi, listen to my advice. The steps you think are a little more angry. Just like I did before! What’s most important now is strength. It’s better to spend a lot of effort to master the strengths under Mr. Han’s hands, and then follow your steps. Daoxi’s plan will have a seven-point chance of success!”

With a loud bang, Wenting slapped the table and pointed at Kang Youwei and shouted: "Nanhai, what are you chewing? Your phlegm is so confusing today, I won't say much to you! Another day, your mind is clear, let's talk again! Where are you here... Save the guests!"

Kang Youwei laughed, with a bold expression: "You are not gentlemen, but not husbands without poison... You are not as good as Xu Yifan, and not as good as Tan Fusheng! Fortunately, I explained to Mr. Han early this morning! Daoxi, Daoxi, just look around, the emperor will know what kind of person I, Kang Youwei, are!"

After saying that, he actually laughed wildly, his body trembling, and tears flowed out. The family members who rushed over and looked at Kang Youwei, who was crazy in the study, and Wen Tingshi, who was standing there with anger.

Kang Youwei's laughter came to an abrupt end, and he turned around and walked out swayingly. Wen Tingshi only felt an indescribable resentment in his heart. He raised his hand and lifted the tea bowl on the desk and fell to the ground: "Damn it! I'll pass on the message. I won't see this person in the future!"
Chapter completed!