In the summer of the fifth year of Tongzhi, a hot rumor began to spread rapidly in the capital. Everyone who heard the news, whether it was princes, nobles, idle men of the Eight Banners, or even Han officials, Confucian scholars, and even traders and footmen, were all shocked and collectively lost their voices. They were not at all shocked. No less than Hong Xiuquan established the capital in Nanjing, and even the British and French allied forces captured the city of Beijing.
In all the restaurants, teahouses, theaters and brothels in the capital, wherever there are people gathering, there is the sound of whispering. Everyone has their heads pressed together in a mysterious way, as if they are afraid of being heard by the people around them, but they can still hear it. The tone was whispering.
"Masters! Have you heard? That Japanese devil from the West, that Xiao Letian, has died in Europa!"
"Oh my God! Are you kidding me? Are you talking about Xiao Letian, who killed 100,000 Japanese thugs in Ryukyu and single-handedly killed the Green Camp soldiers in Tanggu?"
"It's not him, it's Xiao Letian who attacked Maile's Eight Banners camp and burned all the military supplies with a fire!"
"That's nonsense. Although I don't like him, I have to admit that this guy's life is tough enough. How could he die so easily?"
"You kid is so arrogant. If I don't have real evidence, how dare I make up such lies? The son-in-law of my uncle's family is the brother-in-law of Prince Lao Li's family. He heard this from the prince's mouth. News..."
"Tch..." The people around him booed. This relationship is too boring. Who among the idle people in Forty-Nine City would believe such a roundabout relationship? At first glance, it is just made up.
The man with the Eight Banners, who had been rumored all over, turned red in the face when he saw the boos all around him. What the men in Sijiucheng care about is face. It’s not shameful to have money, but it’s not okay to have face.
"Okay, okay, today I'm going to let you open your eyes, so that you guys, the country brains, don't know that you, Master Ma, have three eyes!"
Mr. Ma squatted down the bird cage on the table, ignoring the frightened oriole inside. After looking around, he carefully took out a roll of paper from his arms.
"Look, this is the newsprint of foreigners. Look at the stiffness of the paper and the even ink color..." Before he could finish blowing, people around him snatched the newspaper away and spread it out. Photo of Xiao Letian with a bayonet in his heart.
"My Emperor Bodhisattva, this is really him. This is Xiao Letian. When he had a scolding war with Lao Hanlin in Baihua Tower, I watched on the sidelines. He was definitely not wrong at all..."
The crowd around them roared like thunder. Even the boy who was peeking in with a brass teapot beside him was stunned. He shouted and dropped the copper teapot to the ground, "Oh my mother? This is not a foreign bayonet." Is that so? Six years ago, a lot of foreign soldiers entered the city of Beijing. They were all filled with long bayonets like this. They were so bright and sharp that it was scary to look at..."
"That's right, that's right, you kid has a lot of eyesight. This is a bayonet made in France. As long as it is exposed to the outside, it is estimated that it will penetrate at least an inch and a half... Think about it, this is the pit of the heart. An inch and a half of flesh has already penetrated the heart, do you think he can still survive?"
After taking out the newspaper, Mr. Ma regained his face, but the secret was completely leaked. All the tea drinkers around him looked at the newspaper with all kinds of strange eyes. Some regretfully, Some are proud, some are disappointed, and some are numb...
"Ouch! Ouch, ouch... What kind of saying is this? How come good people are stabbed by foreigners? These foreigners don't treat us as human beings. Even such a big shot can just kill us. Kill? Is there any way for us to survive?"
Mr. Ma crossed his legs and took a sip of tea. He sneered and spat out the tea stems on the ground. "Bah...you want me to say this is retribution. Who is Xiao Letian? A Japanese devil from overseas. How many people has he killed over the years?" , There is no king and no father, and it is lawless. It is not enough to kill the Japanese in Ryukyu. We even dare to kill the green soldiers of the Qing Dynasty. How arrogant is this?"
"Not only that, Mailer from the Tianjin Camp actually let him be kidnapped alive from the camp. How many of our Eight Banners men died in the fire? This blood debt has been remembered by the Lord of Hell. Now it is nothing more than borrowing It's just retribution given to him by the hands of foreigners. How many of you guys still feel sorry for him? Damn..."
"That's right. What Mr. Ma said is absolutely true. These two devils are so domineering. Even my good friend Mr. Jiao, whose whole family died mysteriously in the end, is said to have something to do with him. This is retribution..."
"It makes sense, it makes sense. What you two gentlemen said makes sense. Xiao Letian is so domineering that even God can't stand it anymore. That's why the foreign masters took action to deal with him. How can you offend the foreigners? The English, French and foreigners. That's great! Those are heavenly soldiers and generals who can conquer the Four-Nine Cities. If Xiao Letian offends them, isn't he just seeking death? Guys, tell me, why did Xiao Letian run to Europa when he was full and had nothing to do... …”
A group of people gathered around the seats and talked in various directions, looking like a villain who was adding insult to injury. However, they never expected that these words would offend many of the tea guests around them, including two young men dressed as Confucian scholars who could no longer suppress their anger.
"This is Mr. Ma, right? You're polite..." The tall Confucian scholar strode over and bowed his hand to Mr. Ma. After saying a polite word, he went straight to the topic.
"Master Ma, you have been chatting for so long, saying that Xiao Letian is dead, but you didn't explain clearly how he died? Please clarify..." A group of people looked at the young man in front of them. They looked familiar but not yet. I dare to admit it, but I can be sure that this guy has the smell of a scholar, and he should be a person of status who is neither humble nor arrogant.
Mr. Ma raised his hands and said, "Don't you dare, do you think this foreigner needs a reason to kill someone? He Xiao Letian doesn't want to stay well in the Qing Dynasty. He insists on going to Europe for inspection like a convulsion. You said that the foreigner's territory is yours?" Can the Han people inspect it casually? If they go to someone else’s one-third of an acre and pretend to be a master, what will happen to them?”
"Hahaha..." Before Mr. Ma could finish his words, the young man started laughing wildly, and there was actually a cry in his laughter. At this time, people around him also recognized him.
"Hey, this is Luo Hao and Luo Hanlin from the Hanlin Academy! This guy is said to have recognized Xiao Letian, the second devil, as his master, and he also claims that his group of people is from some Western school. Is he going to stand up for Xiao Letian?"
Luo Hao had no time to pay attention to the discussions of the people around him. He stared at Master Ma and asked gloomily, "I don't want to listen to your guesses. I just want to ask you, why did those French people kill Xiao Letian? What about that bayonet?" How did it penetrate his heart? What was the reason?"
Master Ma seemed a little unable to stand Luo Hao's aggressive tone, and his eyes were a little evasive, "Tsk! I don't recognize the foreign characters in this twist and turn. Just do whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me!"
At this time, more and more people gathered in the teahouse to watch the fun. Mr. Ma seemed to realize that his face was being challenged. He opened his eyes and started to curse.
"You lousy scholar, why don't you show off your bad words in the Hanlin Academy and live a steady life in retirement? How dare you glare in front of your banner man? Damn it, this is the time for you to start a business. If you are the founder of the country, Year, even if I blind you and use it as a cannon, you still have to kneel down to thank me for my reward..."
Luo Hao looked at the scoundrel-like Master Ma and felt a wave of sadness in his heart. Why had he not noticed before that these bannermen were so annoying?
"You don't know why, let me tell you! Xiao Letian, an opposition politician from the Qing Dynasty and a prime minister recognized by the Ryukyu Kingdom, has just entered the Mediterranean and has not even reached the doorstep of the French. Was attacked by a battleship..."
"In France, this group of foreigners imprisoned politicians from the East for no reason. They didn't even bother to give a reason. In their eyes, are we Chinese all pigs and dogs?"
The anger in Luo Hao's heart had ignited his emotions, and rationality had long been forgotten. The spittle spewed out of his mouth during the roar flew to Ma Ye's forehead.
"Do you know? Do you know? Who knows in the entire Qing Dynasty? Xiao Letian only led three hundred warriors to fight against those big-nosed foreigners in France!"
"Three hundred people, only three hundred people. They defeated a French army battalion and blocked two French cavalry battalions. Half of the three hundred people were killed or injured... But do you know? They won with a hundred Fifty lives were exchanged for twice the casualties of the French army, and Xiao Letian was successfully rescued..."
"The reason why Xiao Letian was stabbed was because he was stabbed by the enemy in that desperate battle when he was surrounded by siege! They have been hailed as the invincible Eastern warriors by the European powers. They are trying to save face for all Chinese people. They I’m using my blood and life to save face for you bastards who curse behind your back!”
With a bang, the teahouse exploded completely, and everyone was dumbfounded.
"Oh my god! Three hundred men killed three French battalions, and they actually won?"
"Quickly pinch me. Isn't this a dream? Using less to win more is still on someone else's territory? This, this, this, this is so unreasonable..."
The crowd was talking a lot, saying they didn't believe it, but everyone's face was filled with excitement. The Qing Dynasty was so bullied by foreigners that the people had been holding back their anger for a long time. When they heard such exciting news today, every one of them felt as if they had smoked two taels of Indian soil, and their hearts were lifted.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Mr. Ma jumped up and was the first to express his disbelief, "Impossible! Even the Monk King can't beat the foreigners, just Xiao Letian? Let alone defeat more with less, I don't believe it even if more defeats less... ...Besides, even if what you said is true, it is not a blessing to our Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty does not want Cao Cao, so what does Xiao Letian want to do? Does he want to rebel? "
"It's a good death, it's a wonderful death. If the foreigners kill me, I'll save you Mr. Ma from having to do it..."
"Fuck you!" Who said literati can't fight? Luo Hao raised his fist and hit Mr. Ma on the bridge of his nose. With a loud bang, his face was full of peach blossoms.
At this time, Wen Xiu, who was drinking tea with Luo Hao, had already rolled up his sleeves. When he saw his friend taking action, he picked up the bowl of tea on the table and slapped Mr. Ma hard on the forehead without saying a word.
"Are you still a human being? You are just a foreign slave. The Qing Dynasty raised the Eight Banners for two hundred years, how could they raise a beast like you!"
Mr. Ma was stunned at that time, but he was not alone. A group of Eight Banners men around him shouted, "Oh, the stinky Han people dare to attack the bannermen. Is this a rebellion? What are you waiting for if you don't do it yet?" …”
For a time, the teahouse was in chaos and it was dark.
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