Needless to say, the source of this leak must be Prince Gong’s Mansion, because the keys to the Forbidden City will be handed down in another hour. At this time, the eunuchs and guards in the palace will not be able to come out, and the only people in Sijiu City who know the news are Only Prince Gong’s Mansion is left in the Forbidden City.
The fat eunuch who beat the maid has always been a master of teahouses and theaters. This guy has no sense of confidentiality at all. For him, being able to receive the admiration of thousands of people in a teahouses and theaters is more serious than smoking two cigarettes. Indian horseshoe soil is still going strong.
In Xiao Letian's previous life, many Eastern and Western scholars have also studied this phenomenon, which is why it is so difficult for Chinese people to keep secrets, especially the elders in the Four-Nine City under the Emperor's feet. Why do they love to talk about state affairs so much.
In fact, the root cause is a matter of face. I know but you don’t know that when I reveal secrets to you and you eagerly desire it, human vanity can be greatly expanded.
Another reason is very deep. Chinese people have always worshiped high-ranking officials. I can get a lot of political gossip, which means that there is someone above me. It doesn’t matter whether the person I am picking vegetables is in the Prince’s Mansion or in Baylor’s Mansion. The person in charge, anyway, just because I can hear these top-secret messages proves that I am closer to politics than you are.
Don't say that this kind of illusory face is useless. Chinese people are very good at dividing people into three, six or nine grades in life and treating them separately. Sometimes it is not good to be too low-key, and everyone will think you are a useless waste, then There will be more people stepping on you.
In fact, any kind of national character has a profound background. Even a bad habit has deep social factors behind it.
For example, when the quality of people in society drops sharply for a period of time, and people open and close their mouths to curse, you can rest assured that the sense of security given to people by society during this period is definitely very low.
Sometimes people open and close their mouths to speak dirty words. On the surface, it is a bad habit, but on a deeper level, it is also a kind of self-protection. I curse without purpose, I spit everywhere, I look at people sideways, I give people What does it feel like, I am just a hedgehog, just to show everyone that I am not easy to mess with and no one wants to bully me.
As a digression, why do middle school and high school children tend to be somewhat rebellious? In fact, they subconsciously want to seek a sense of spiritual security through rebellion.
I have grown up, I am an adult male animal, and I am very powerful. If you mess with me, be careful and I will fight back fiercely. This satisfies the subconscious psychological appeal of many rebellious children.
In fact, after this period of time has passed, when people mature, everyone will laugh at that rebellious period, because that kind of threatening display of power is of no use to life.
The topic returned to this big leak in the capital. The news released by the fat eunuch had already spread all over the streets in less than an hour. This was what everyone was talking about and thinking about.
"Hey Mr. Huang, you are drinking here. Have you heard about that?"
"I heard, I heard, Xiao Letian's nest was bombed by the French fleet. It is said that the people killed in the bombing were all over the sea..."
"More than that, more than that... you are lagging behind with this news. The foreign soldiers have already broken through the city. Now we don't need cannons to blast them. They are all Japanese soldiers who shoot and pick at bayonets. It's so miserable."
"Oh, you two had a good chat. We also talked about that matter. Let me tell you, this Xiao Letian deserves it. Before, he said that he had resigned from the position of prime minister, but now he has let the French know his secrets. Alright."
"Yes, yes, let's see. If the court doesn't take action to deal with him now, it will be difficult to convince the public in the future. Damn this rebel, bah..."
The crowds are getting bigger and bigger. The Eight Banners idlers are typical people who care about food but not about fighting. They have long forgotten Xiao Letian’s terrifying execution hall, the new army and the flying leaflets in the sky. Now they are showing off their grandpa style one by one. Gave some advice to the court.
"Gentlemen, now that the French have openly bombed Ryukyu, I guess Xiao Letian's death letter must be true. If this damn tiger doesn't dare to fight, I think our country will be doomed..."
"Yes, Mr. Huang is right. If you ask me, we Eight Banners men must unite and put pressure on the flag owners and the court. We can no longer act like grandsons, we must be grandfathers..."
The ancestors, all drunk and blushing, began their journey of cheating. It was because of their irrational actions that the court faced a huge political crisis.
The fat eunuch probably never imagined that his bragging and face-saving leak would push the imperial court to the edge of the cliff. Little did he know that the turmoil he stirred up would cause countless undercurrents to surge violently, both inside and outside the capital. A strange change of anger.
Dongjiaomin Alley has become quite an embassy district in these days. In an alley near the French Embassy, in a private room in the backyard of an ordinary small restaurant, a beautiful woman is sitting alone at the table, holding a wine glass. Drink slowly.
On the table is a simple four dishes and one soup, nine-turn large intestine, double crispy fried in oil, carp with scallion oil, sea cucumber roasted with scallion, plus a portion of emerald shrimp soup, the wine is also good, ten years old bamboo leaf green, it has a refreshing fragrance in the mouth It's tangy to the nose, and after three cups, the beauty's face becomes a little flushed.
The tavern was renovated from a courtyard house. This kind of private restaurant has always paid great attention to protecting the privacy of its guests. Many high-ranking officials are willing to come to this kind of restaurant to discuss things. Of course, the prices of the dishes here are also very expensive. Yes, just these four dishes and one soup can't be made without a hundred taels of silver.
While the woman was drinking quietly, the door was suddenly knocked three times. Before she could respond, a big furry hand pushed it open. The person who walked in was a foreigner.
"Well, you are the Kirigakure kid. You are actually a beautiful woman. I thought you were a terrifying female samurai." It turns out that this woman is the Kirigakure kid from the Shimadzu family.
"The slave's name is Sister Wu now, please don't forget it, Mr. Yang." Sister Wu's eyes were filled with tears, and she kept firing at Mr. Yang.
"No, no, no... don't try to seduce me. I'm not one of those lustful Qing people... Of course, I also like beauties, but I will never let women interfere with my work..."
The foreigner sat on the chair with a golden knife and started to eat with skillful chopsticks. It seemed that he was still a China expert.
"Okay, let me get straight to the point. I know your true identity. You are a ninja of the Shimazu family and a member of the guardian of the Forbidden City. You were directly ordered by that ancestor. It should be said that you are very familiar with the hidden threads of the Qing Dynasty... Well... , this sea cucumber is cooked well, we don’t have it in Europe..."
"Deal, I want to make a deal with you... Please help me pour the wine... We French people need your undercover to do some work. Accordingly, I will give you some personal reports. This is a sure profit... …The large intestine was not done well, it was washed too clean and tasteless…”
Sister Wu just stared at the foreign adults in amazement, and her words were mixed with judgments about the food. The women were stunned, thinking that foreign adults with such heavy tastes are rare.
Gradually, Sister Wu finally understood the purpose of this Frenchman. It turned out that he hoped that Sister Wu would secretly promote the trend within the Eight Banners, so that the top management of the Manchu Qing Dynasty would feel the pressure from the lower levels. To put it bluntly, he wanted to force the court to deal with Xiao Letian.
"Beauty, you should know that Ci'an has been suppressing the situation, and Cixi has always been willing to go to war with Xiao Letian. Unfortunately, Ci'an has the upper hand now. I need you to change this situation... Another glass of wine... "
"Let those Eight Banners disciples who love chatting and not working...by the way, the dudes you call them, get involved, let them make trouble every day, put pressure on the court, and force them to go to war with Xiao Letian's forces. We in France That's all I need..."
"As long as you can handle this matter well, we can agree to some of your conditions... You can make them now."
The Kirigakure kid's expression froze, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Are you really willing to make any conditions?"
The French intelligence officer gave her an idiotic look, "Of course you have to be reciprocal. You have to know how big this mission is and how much we can repay. Don't be too greedy. You inferior peoples just don't know how to advance or retreat..."
The Kirigakure brat didn't care about the foreign master's insult. Instead, she smiled sweetly and said, "If you want to join me, please join me." As she said that, she unbuttoned a button on her chest.
The French official stared at the white patch of white on the woman's chest with hungry wolf eyes, but said coldly, "Woman, you are very beautiful, but you are not beautiful enough for me to betray the motherland. You should put away your delusions..." "
Before he could finish speaking, the Kirigakure brat suddenly stretched out his legs and actually clamped Mr. Yang's legs under the table, and rubbed them slowly.
"Don't worry, you should listen to my conditions first... What I want is very simple. I hope that the French government can help us build a new army for the Tokugawa Shogunate Training Department... Don't worry, we have money and all the equipment. The instructors who train here all choose France...think about it, this is a sure-profit business for you."
The French intelligence officer was stunned. He thought for a long time before asking with a smile, "So you are still loyal to that island country. I thought you were already loyal to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but I didn't expect... Can you tell Why am I doing this? The treatment given to you by the Qing Dynasty is not good enough."
Kirigakure's face suddenly became lonely. She smiled bitterly and said, "You don't understand. My home country is an island country full of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, typhoons... all kinds of natural disasters. Where is it?" You can’t even imagine how miserable life is…”
"If the lower-class farmers can have a meal of white rice, it will be enough for everyone to celebrate like a festival with singing and dancing. For girls like me, after the family raises them to the age of thirteen or fourteen, the only way out is to sell... Either a hard laborer or a prostitute.”
The Kirigakure kid stared at the French intelligence officer, "This Qing Dynasty is not my home, and it will never be. A country with such abundant resources, but doesn't know how to be strong, and can only humblely beg for mercy... Such a country, It will never be my home.”
