The attendees welcomed the arrival of veteran Zhang Xiao with warm applause.
This is not the first time that Zhang Xiao has appeared in front of the public in Guangzhou, but this time it is particularly formal. Because all the people who came are "reputable" people among the local indigenous people. There are not many people, but they represent the richest and most educated people in the city.
The most influential group of people.
These people, called "citizens" in European cities at the same time, were very few in number, but they controlled the overall situation of the city.
He had already read the list of participants. Half of them were "upstarts" and "activists" they supported, and the other two-thirds were "non-committal" people. They were submissive to the new rule, but had no regard for the new regime.
There is no enthusiasm, and there is even some hostility. In a sense, these people are potentially dangerous elements.
However, they still enjoy high prestige and influence among the common people. The elders want to "replace them". There is still a long way to go.
Even if the pretentious and arrogant Senate went to Guangzhou and used a few cases to kill everyone, they still have to hold their noses and "cooperate" with them.
The tree has deep roots and luxuriant branches. This is really not an empty talk. Zhang Xiao sighed in his heart.
Thinking of this, he smiled slightly at the audience and said in a measured voice: "Dear citizens of Guangzhou..."
Kuang Lu's residence in Guangzhou City, Haixuetang, is located in Xianlin Lane near Wuxian Temple, just a stone's throw away from Nanhai Academy. He is also here today. He entered the county school at the age of thirteen and is a young genius without a subject name.
It's just that his ambition is not to raise his son's career. Now that Nanhai has undergone tremendous changes and the thousand-year-old holy religion has disappeared, Nanhai Academy has become a fetter in his heart.
Back then, when he had nothing to do at home, he would come here to hang out. He was originally a scholar in Nanhai County, so it was a matter of course for him to go to the Academy.
But after the Australians came, this place has become an Australian school, and what kind of "education bureau" saw that the place where she had been going since she was a child has now become a gathering place for "short-haired gangsters", Kuang Lu
I secretly hate it in my heart, but there is nothing I can do about it. I just feel that this place has become a sad place, and I never want to go there again.
He had a few more drinks at noon today, and his interest suddenly came to him, so he thought of visiting the Academy in Nanhai County.
The Academy currently does not prohibit ordinary people from entering and exiting, but the courtyard used by the Education Bureau is closed to entry. Visitors to other places are free and there are no strict security measures. For an old neighbor like him and a local celebrity, the gatekeepers will recognize him.
Of course they won't stop him.
Kuang Lu was familiar with this place where she had played since she was a child. Unknowingly, she arrived at the Zunjing Pavilion. The original blue brick exterior walls had long been repainted with white ash by Australians, and the Confucian classics inside had also been repainted.
It was swept away and filled with all kinds of Song Dynasty books, turning it into a library for Australians.
Looking back at the blooming plum blossoms in the garden, Kuang Lu felt nostalgic about the current situation. She was full of worries but didn't know where to start. She sighed, picked up a stone from the ground, waved it on the white wall of Zunjing Pavilion, and wrote a poem:
The land of Shenzhou in Nanling has sunk, and the real dragon is trapped in the middle of the mountains and the sea.
Three rivers and ten rivers are full of cooking jade, and the four walls have no place to return to the piano.
Dancing across the sea, I will be able to welcome Gao Shijie, and looking at my hometown, I will end up with people chanting.
If we plan to seal Taiguan with mud, we will look back on the plum blossoms and the deep grass.
After Kuang Lu finished writing, she was still standing by the wall, looking at the sky, reflecting on the current situation. In the midst of worry and anger, suddenly there was an angry shout from behind:
"What are you doing!"
Kuang Lu was startled and turned back suddenly, but her pupils couldn't help but shrink, "It's him!"
Huang Xiyin was also surprised. She didn't expect to meet the wild and unruly Kuang Lu again today.
I originally thought that Huang Xiyin, as the magistrate of Nanhai County, should die for his country after losing the city. Unexpectedly, he met here today. He must have defected to the Australians and became a traitor. Kuang Lu's heart sank and she sneered: "The prodigal son met Huayin again." As a result, the donkeys and horses turned into homeless dogs."
"You!" Huang Xiyin still remembered that on the night of Shangyuan three years ago, Kuang Lu satirized him, "It's just the right time for Huayin to ride a donkey, and even if he loses his horse, he will ride on the old man." Now being provoked by Kuang Lu again, he was shaking with anger. Speechless.
"Huang parents, you're fine!" Kuang Lu said deliberately and politely.
Huang Xiyin finally calmed down and said, "Who do I think I am? It turns out to be an ignorant kid from the Kuang family."
"It is better to be ignorant and skillless than to surrender to the enemy and betray the country!"
Huang Xiyin said: "I know that your Kuang family is full of loyalty. Your brother Kuang Zhuorun followed Yuan Chonghuan and died on the battlefield of Liaodong. It's a pity, it's a pity. Yuan Chonghuan ended up being cut into pieces in the end. Kuang Zhuorun's blood was wasted! Your Kuang family's Loyalty has been fed to the dog Chongzhen! Hahaha..."
Kuang Lu couldn't bear this. It was okay to scold him, it was okay to call the emperor a dog, but it was absolutely not okay to insult his brother who died fighting for the country. She suddenly became furious, took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed up and faced Huang Xiyin's left cheek. A right hook.
Not only was Huang Xiyin older than Kuang Lu, but he was also a scholar. He was no match for a warrior like Kuang Lu. After just a few attempts, he couldn't resist and was beaten until he screamed. Zunjing Pavilion is not far away. It was a former official's office and is now an office of the Education Bureau. The sound of the two scuffling quickly attracted the management staff.
"Stop!" Suddenly a strong hand clamped Kuang Lu's raised right hand from behind like a pair of pliers.
Kuang Lu's left hand was still holding on to Huang Xiyin's collar, and she had to let go temporarily. She counterattacked with a left hook, and the man behind him crouched down to avoid it.
The man slashed her ribs and hit her chest. Kuang Lu was severely beaten and her movements slowed down. The man dodged to the side of Kuang Lu and kneed her. Kuang Lu knelt down with her right leg. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the opponent hit Kuang Lu with both hands. Pulling him back, he put his knees on Kuang Lu's back and neatly subdued him to the ground.
After being defeated by Fubo's army's grappling skills, Nanhai County Education Bureau Superintendent Tian Liangcai shouted: "Come quickly! There is a fight here!"
No matter how hard Kuang Lu struggled, she couldn't break free from Tian Liang's control. Although Kuang Lu had been proficient in martial arts since she was a child, compared with Tian Liang, a veteran who had been fighting with bayonets since the Chengmai War, she was a bit out of her depth.
After hearing the news, the Kuomintang soldiers who came with their swords unsheathed on their waists were stunned by Kuang, who was knocked to the ground. No matter how capable he was, he knew that these Japanese swords were stuck in front of his face and he would not be able to suffer any loss.
Huang Xiyin struggled to get up from the ground, his mouth was still bleeding, his head was bruised and purple, and the circles under his eyes had turned into panda eyes. He looked very embarrassed. He straightened his clothes, came up and slapped Kuang Lu on the head, and his mouth
He shouted: "I'm telling you to show off! I'm telling you to be arrogant!"
"Counsellor Huang, stop fighting. Just hand this person over to the police station." Tian Liang persuaded.
"Inspector Tian, you don't know that this traitor wrote all his anti-poems in the Tixue Yamen!" Huang Xiyin pointed at the white outer wall of the library and said, intending to take this opportunity to punish this hateful guy.
Since ancient times, writing anti-poetry has been a heinous crime. Huang Xiyin knew at a glance that this rebellious scholar was writing anti-poetry. Just the first line of "Nanling Shenzhou is sinking to the ground, and the real dragon is trapped in the heart of the mountains and seas" is unacceptable.
If you rebel again, there will be a sneer on his lips. Let you continue to be unruly! This is not the world of the Ming Dynasty. There are so many connections to protect you!
Tian Liang followed Huang Xiyin's hand and looked at the wall, only to see several rows of scrawled words on the wall. He couldn't understand what was written. It turned out that Kuang Lu was too excited before, and the poems on the wall were written in wild cursive.
, even Huang Xiyin, who was born as a Jinshi and claimed to be very accomplished in calligraphy, could only understand the fourth and fifth levels, but at first guess it was an "anti-poetry" that was sentimental about the previous dynasty.
"Okay, I understand. Hurry up and call the national army in charge of security to arrest people." Tian Liang knew that he was not well educated. The calligraphy skills of these Ming Dynasty literati showed off their calligraphy skills. Even the elders would recognize "Go (Spring) T" after seeing them.
(Chi) M (yan) D (yun)" and "Women (gui) women (such as) the (to) treasure (bin)", he is a big old man who wears the hat of Nanhai County Superintendent. Naturally, he is embarrassed to talk to Huang Xiyin.
With his bottom exposed in front of him, Huang Xiyin was sent to find help quickly.
Soon, two National Army soldiers came running in small steps. When he was being escorted by the two National Army soldiers, Tian Liang could see clearly from the front what the "rebel" in Huang Xiyin's words looked like.
"Mr. Kuang!" Tian Liang was a little surprised and whispered to himself.
"The fool from Danjia Village!" Kuang Lu was also a little surprised and said to herself. She didn't expect that the dull-headed principal was so skilled. She really underestimated these thieves.
In front of everyone, Tian Liang could not reveal the information about his acquaintance with Kuang Lu, so he only said: "Nanhai Academy is an institution, an important place for the school, and there are important activities today. Do you know that if you stir up trouble here, you will be admitted?
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Kuang Lu laughed and said: "I have been wandering around for twenty years, what scene have I not seen? I would like to see the difference between the Australian chat room and the Ming Dynasty prison."
"You can talk to the people at the police station about these things." Tian Liang waved his hand and asked the National Army to take the people away.
"You kid, if you have the guts to do something dirty, you can't be considered a hero if you attack by surprise! When I come out, do you dare to compete with me openly?"
Kuang Lu was carried away by two strong soldiers, and from a distance she was still yelling at Tian Liang to make a fight.
At the Xuegong press conference, after Zhang Xiao delivered his inaugural speech, people had dispersed.
Chen Bangyan came to Chen Zizhuang in small steps, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Sir, Zhan Ruo (Kuang Lu) was just detained by Kun... the Australian."
Chen Zizhuang frowned and asked in a low voice: "Why?"
"Writing sentimental poems on the wall of Zunjing Pavilion, and beating up the new county magistrate of Nanhai, Huang Xiyin."
"Impulsive! Hey..." Chen Zizhuang knew that this matter could be big or small. If the thieves were deliberately involved, it would be possible for hundreds of people to be harmed. Besides, nothing could go wrong at this time, otherwise all the previous efforts would be wasted. However, he had never treated the Australians
I haven’t given him a good look, and it’s definitely hopeless to try to smooth out the relationship. It seems that I have to ask for help from my same-year friend whom I haven’t seen for many years.