Sijiucheng is angry! All the wine shops were full that night, and people all over Beijing were talking about the conflict in Guangqumen at noon today. Especially those who witnessed it were praised to the sky. As long as they said that they had experienced the whole process, someone would immediately invite them. If he drinks, give him a free bill.
"Man! Tell me what happened today. How did that old man bully others?"
There are many drunkards with red heads and faces, but we have never been so embarrassed! I wish I could jump on the table and say, "Speaking of which, that old man is really hateful. He insulted Prime Minister Donghai Xiao by name, and the envoy was shot when he raised his hand in rebuttal."
"Ouch! The special envoy was shot? Is there any royal method for this!"
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet. The bullet missed and grazed my scalp, but it was dangerous enough. If it had been even an inch lower, my life would have been lost."
"Dear young and old gentlemen! I just found out today that that old man was deliberately provoking trouble and creating the Sandaogou conspiracy just to find an excuse to fight with our Qing Dynasty. They wanted to occupy the land outside the customs, and even Shandong. If you want to occupy it, say you want to build some kind of military port."
"His grandma's fault!" Everyone slammed the table and yelled, "This old man is really nothing, so the court won't care about him? I think the Qing Dynasty wants to play!"
"Silence, silence! Have you drunk too much? Just scold me when you scold me. Why are you talking about the court?"
The entire night in Forty-Nine City was spent in a commotion. The people were holding their breath but could not let it out. They had no choice but to curse and could only drunkenly pray to heaven for some kind of holy king and famous minister. To teach these foreign devils a lesson. Want to see
This was already the case in the late Qing Dynasty. People mostly fantasized about a strong man coming to save them, but never thought about how they could become stronger to save themselves. Of course, we can't blame them. Many times, emperors don't want people to have the ability to save themselves, because that ability will naturally conflict with imperial power.
This caused a strange phenomenon in the late Qing Dynasty. The emperor and the court despised the people for being ignorant and incompetent, hated the civil servants for loving money, and the military officers for being afraid of death, but they never thought about who had developed such a national character.
It's rare to have both in the world. You have to make the people become gentle and obedient little sheep in front of you, and you have to make them become tigers fighting against foreign enemies in the face of a national crisis. This is really the funniest joke in the world.
Similarly, the people also have double standards for the imperial court. On the one hand, they hope that the imperial court must be as warm as the spring breeze in front of them. On the other hand, they want the country to be extremely tough with the outside world and not lose the face of the superior country. It is best to open up borders. To expand the land and create a prosperous age, of course, the prerequisite is that my son cannot be killed.
This was the source of all the chaos in the late Qing Dynasty. Both the rulers and the ruled were in a state of severe mental disorder. Everyone did not correctly define their own responsibilities and powers. It seemed that everyone could assign responsibilities and powers. Explain.
Everyone wants power, but no one wants to shoulder responsibilities. Absolute self-interest has long been a source of serious internal friction, which has only aggravated corruption and depravity.
What's even more serious is that such a chaos has just happened to catch up with the prelude to globalization. The contradictions that could have been slowly adjusted behind closed doors have suddenly become the weak point of alien attacks. They take advantage of your illness and kill you. Being weak is not a reason for me to let you go. On the contrary, your weakness is a great opportunity for me to cut your flesh.
Someone should really come to break up such a dull day!
The whole night, the people drank and cursed and then went to bed at home. The senior officials of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties gathered together to discuss the diplomatic conflict. After talking for a long time, they could not come up with any solution. Prince Gong was so angry that he threw two tea bowls. .
As for the middle and lower-level bureaucrats, they have a completely indifferent attitude. They find a place in the Bada Hutong to have a drink with a few friends, and then sleep with a woman in their arms. As for what the world is like, it doesn't matter. It’s my business.
But what was supposed to come would still come. The next morning, when the queen mothers of the two palaces and the princes and ministers did not agree on the same opinion, a little eunuch came running over like a gust of wind.
"To the Queen Mother, ladies and gentlemen, just after midnight, the Russian Minister led a team to the Prime Minister's Yamen, and then the Ryukyu Minister also rushed to the Royal Highness. Now there is no official in the Prime Minister's Yamen, so we are asking for help urgently!"
"Oh, this is not good. Uncle Six, hurry to the Prime Minister's Yamen and take charge. Please adapt to changes. Don't let them fight!" Cixi and Ci'an gave orders almost at the same time.
Yi slapped his hat on his head and rushed out without even having time to salute and turn his head. A group of young eunuchs around him followed him and ran towards Donghua Gate in a hurry.
"Immediately send an order to all negotiating envoys to unload their guns. They must not bring guns to negotiate and rule the American Legation and the British Legation. Please accompany the two ambassadors together."
"Let the Admirals of the Nine Sects mobilize their troops, isolate the inside and outside, and absolutely not allow ordinary people to watch. Let the Shuntian Mansion work together to maintain order! Damn it, whatever you are afraid of will come."
After the Yi group passed through Donghua Gate and Dong'an Gate and crossed Dongsi Pailou Street to the Prime Minister's Office, they found that the streets outside were already deserted. The soldiers of the Nine Admirals and the Shuntian Mansion were too inefficient. Arrive.
"What's going on? Take my film and mobilize the troops quickly!" Yizheng was angry. He heard the clatter of horse hooves from behind, and looked up to see that his seventh brother, Yixuan, was personally leading troops to suppress him.
The street was filled with soldiers, who surrounded the Prime Minister's Yamen. The people were frightened by the gleaming swords and spears and retreated. Then came the gongs of Shuntian Mansion to clear the streets, and a group of scoundrels aggressively drove the people away. .
"We've all settled down. What's the fuss about? Get out of here!"
The two princes Yi and Yixuan strode in. When they arrived at the lobby, they found that they had not met yet and were preparing for battle in the left and right rooms. The smell of gunpowder could be smelled through the blue brick walls.
It may be that yesterday's fire incident made both sides restrain themselves, so the order to fire went smoothly. The guards on both sides, including the envoys, handed over their own guns. At this time, the United States, the United Kingdom, and even the French minister arrived quickly and took them with them. All parties came to observe for their own purposes.
There were two loud bangs, bang, bang, bang, and the doors of the east and west wings were kicked open. The ambassadors from both sides had obviously accumulated their anger points and were holding back their powerful moves.
People on both sides walked towards the lobby together, and Yi looked at the palms of his hands that were all sweaty. "Qie Man! For safety reasons, leave the saber in the house, and no weapons can be taken out of the house."
Ulan Geli squeezed his hands together and his knuckles cracked, "Your Majesty Prince! Should I chop off my fists and leave them in the room?"
Xiao He tapped the bluestone with his iron-tipped cane, "My cane was given by the Crown Prince of Prussia! Do I have to throw away my cane even though I'm a lame person?"
The smell of gunpowder was so strong that everyone in the Prime Minister's Yamen shrank in fear.
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