The attendees welcomed the arrival of veteran Zhang Xiao with warm applause.
This is not the first time Zhang Xiao has appeared in front of the public in Guangzhou, but this time it is considered particularly formal. Because all the people who come here are “reputable” people from the local aborigines. The number is not large, but they represent the richest, most educated and most influential group of people in the city.
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 attendees. 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 enthusiasm for the new regime and even had some hostility. In a sense, these people are potentially dangerous.
However, they still enjoy high prestige and influence among the common people. The elders wanted "someone else to replace him." 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 saying. 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, only a stone's throw away from Nanhai Academy, and I also came here today. He entered the county school at the age of thirteen and was considered a young genius. He had no academic qualifications but was not interested in raising a child. Now that Tiannan has undergone tremendous changes and the thousand-year-old holy religion has disappeared, Nanhai Academy has become a fetter in his heart.
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 the "Education Bureau" saw that the place where she had been since she was a child has now become a gathering place for "short-haired gangsters". Kuang Lu I secretly hate it, 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 a visit to the Academy in Nanhai County.
The Academy currently does not prohibit ordinary people from entering and exiting, but entry is restricted to the courtyard used by the Education Bureau. Visitors to other places are not strictly guarded. For someone like him who is an old neighbor and a local celebrity, the gatekeepers recognize him, so naturally 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 southern land of China 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 there is no room for harp on the four walls.
Dancing across the sea, I am willing to accept Gao Shijie, and looking at my hometown, I will eventually go to the Yue people to chant.
If we plan to seal Taiguan with mud, we will look back at the plum blossoms and 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 around suddenly, but her pupils couldn't help but shrink, "It's him!"
Huang Xiyin was also surprised. He didn't expect that the road between enemies was narrow, and he met the wild and unruly Kuang Lu again today.
I originally thought that as the magistrate of Nanhai County, Huang Xiyin 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 encountered the order of Huayin again, and the donkey and horse turned into a lost dog."
"You!" Huang Xiyin still remembered that on the night of Shangyuan three years ago, Kuang Lu ridiculed him, "It's just the right time for Huayin to ride a donkey, and a man is still riding on a horse when he loses his horse." 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 ignorant 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 in the Liaodong battlefield. 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..."
How could Kuang Lu stand 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 at a time, and rushed towards 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, who was a scholar and swordsman. Not far from Zunjing Pavilion is the former official residence, which is now the Office of the Education Bureau. The sound of the two scuffling quickly attracted the administrators.
"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 responded with a left hook, and the man behind him crouched down to avoid it.
The man chopped his ribs and hit his chest. Kuang Lu was severely beaten and her movements slowed down. The man dodged to the side of Kuang Lu and kneeled him down. Kuang Lu knelt down on his right leg. Taking this opportunity, the man pulled Kuang Lu's hands back, put his knee on Kuang Lu's back, and neatly subdued him to the ground. .
After being beaten down by the Fubo 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 league.
After hearing the news, the Kuomintang soldiers who came with their swords unsheathed at their waists were stunned by Kuang, who was knocked to the ground. No matter how capable he is, he still knows that these Japanese knives are stuck in front of his face and he will not suffer any loss.
Huang Xiyin struggled to get up from the ground, his mouth was still bleeding, his head was bruised and purple, and his eye circles had turned into panda eyes, looking very embarrassed. He straightened his clothes, came up and slapped Kuang Lu on the head, shouting: "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.
Writing anti-poems has been a heinous crime since ancient times. Huang Xiyin knew at a glance that this rebellious scholar had written anti-poems. Just this first sentence, "Nanling Shenzhou is sinking, and the real dragon is trapped in the heart of the mountains and seas." It can't be more contradictory. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, 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. He saw several rows of scrawled words on the wall, and 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 boasted his profound attainments in calligraphy, could only understand the fourth and fifth floors, but at first guess, he was sad for his former dynasty. "anti-poetry".
"Okay, I understand. Hurry up and call the national army in charge of security to arrest people." Tian Liang knew that he had a poor cultural foundation. The calligraphy of these Ming Dynasty literati showed off their calligraphy skills. Even the elders knew "Go (Spring) T" after seeing it. (Chi) M (yan) D (rhyme)" and "Women (return) girls (like) treasure (bin)", he is a big old man wearing the hat of Nanhai County Superintendent, naturally he is embarrassed to be in 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 quickly. When he was being escorted by two national troops, 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.
"You idiot from Danjia Village!" Kuang Lu was also a little surprised and said to herself. I didn't expect that the dull-witted principal was so skilled. He 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 important place for institutions and schools, and there are important activities today. Do you know that if you stir up trouble here, you will be banned? ?”
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 Australian chat rooms and Ming Dynasty prisons."
"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. 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 can go wrong at this time, otherwise all the efforts will be wasted. However, he has never shown a good face to the Australians, and it is hopeless to try to smoothen the relationship. It seems that he has to ask his colleague who has not seen him for many years.
