Chuxiu Palace, Cixi's lucky place, where he gave birth to Zai Chun, the only son for Emperor Xianfeng, and finally inherited the Qing Dynasty.
This has always been Cixi's favorite place, and it is also the place where she thinks she has the best luck. She once asked a master of Tibetan secrets to read Feng Shui. This Chuxiu Palace is her blessed place. As long as she stays here more, her life will be better. The power will become stronger day by day.
It's a pity that today, even the blessed land calculated by the master, could not suppress the evil fire in her heart. Chuxiu Palace was in trouble. The precious porcelain was smashed to pieces, and the precious myna whom she had raised for several years was killed alive. Four little eunuchs and palace maids were carried out after being strangled to death and beaten with boards to a bloody pulp.
Although Li Lianying was a confidant of the Empress Dowager, his status in Cixi's mind was far inferior to that of An Dehai. When faced with such an angry situation, An Dehai dared to go up and persuade him, but Li Lianying did not dare.
The old people in the palace all knew that Ande Hai was not a eunuch at all, but the Queen Mother's male favorite, while Li Lianying was the father-in-law who had entered the palace after a clean life. His influence on the Queen Mother was not as good as Ande Hai's.
It's a pity that Andehai died at the hands of Xiao Letian in the end. Li Lianying was awakened by nightmares countless times at night. In the dream, Andehai was beheaded and cried to him, regretting that he had to go out to be a supervisor.
"Little Lizi... don't imitate me! There were no eunuchs to supervise the army in the Qing Dynasty. If I took this job, I would be courting death... I would be courting death!"
Li Lianying, who was kneeling outside Chuxiu Palace, had goosebumps all over his body when he thought of last night's nightmare. He seemed to be haunted by Ande Hai's evil spirit. Every time he dreamed about this injustice, something big would happen the next day.
"There is really a ghost in this Forbidden City. Go to Yonghe Temple tomorrow to donate 100 taels of incense money..."
Just as he was muttering, he heard a shout from inside the palace, "Prince Chuan Gong has an audience... No, no, no, please invite him in..."
Li Lianying was waiting for the opportunity to leave Ci Xi's side. When she heard about the task, she quickly kowtowed and accepted the order, "Hey... I'll do it now!" After saying that, she ran away.
Cixi's anger was actually just a manifestation of his inner confusion. Now not only her, but also the entire Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty were dumbfounded.
What is the most feared thing by human beings? It is not your enemy, nor is it a tiger or a lion. What humans fear is only what they cannot understand.
Why are people afraid of ghosts and gods? Because people don’t know what ghosts and gods look like, and they don’t know the rules of the world of ghosts and gods. Because they don’t understand, they are afraid.
Sometimes people are not afraid of evil people, but they are afraid of crazy people. Why is this? Because there are no rules for madmen. You can find rules when you interact with the underworld, so that both parties can live in peace. But can you judge the inner rules of a madman?
Because I don’t understand, because I don’t understand, I am extremely afraid.
The entire Forty-Nine City has been enveloped by an inexplicable atmosphere. Those Eight Banner idlers who were shouting and drinking in taverns and teahouses all sighed during this period, and their voices were lowered by an octave.
"Oh, Mr. Huang, you are so lucky..."
"Ji Xiang, what the hell, do you still have the heart to drink tea and eat rotten meat noodles? God knows when our hard-core crops will stop. The territory of our ancestors has been established, so what else do we have to live for!"
"It's boring, it's really boring, I really don't want to live anymore!" At this point, the pale man of the Eight Banners shed tears.
One person is crying, but everyone is unhappy! In the entire teahouse, all the Eight Banners men shed tears. It seemed that the founding of the Far East had a huge impact on them.
The teahouse owner didn't dare to say a word. The young man only knew how to add coal to the stove and pretended that he didn't exist. No one dared to touch the bad guy.
However, there are always some fools who are ignorant. One of them, a small Han boss, spit out a mouthful of tea leaves and said in a low voice, "What's there to cry about? That land was snatched from the hands of the Rakshasa ghost. It's not the same as the Qing Dynasty." That's all right……"
Before he could finish his words, there was a snapping sound, "Say it again..." The tea bowl was smashed. Huang Ye was furious and cursed at the bold Han man, "You dog slave, you are so brave! How dare you! Disrespectful to our country..."
As if possessed by his ancestors, Mr. Huang rushed forward like crazy and punched the bold Han businessman to the ground. "Bitch, you've been living in peace for too long, haven't you?"
"We Manchus have protected you Han people for two hundred years of peace, but you don't remember our kindness at all?"
"The saints of the past generations have broken their hearts for this world. Without our ancestors, you Han people still want to live in peace? Your worthless life must die..."
Places like the Jingshi Tea House were originally populated by Manchus and idle Han people. The Han people did not have much of a presence here. Even if they existed, they would be bosses, waiters, etc. to serve people.
In addition, the world is still dominated by the Manchus at this moment. Who dares to disobey the Manchus when they fight against the Han people? As a result, the people in the teahouse watched as six or seven Eight Banner idlers surrounded and beat up the Han merchant. In the end, no one dared to go in.
"Check out, boss, let's pay..." Those unrelated Han people hurriedly took out their money and ran out, for fear of getting into trouble.
The boss shook his head and was at a loss. "Master! Masters! Calm down, calm down, I have good tea for you guys! Stop hitting, don't hit, otherwise you will die..."
"If someone is killed, someone will be killed! Killing a worthless slave counts! My ancestors killed an entire city of Han people in exchange for fame and wealth, and now your life is not missing!"
"Tell me! Do you remember the goodness of our country? Do you remember the kindness of our Manchus!"
"I understand... I remember, I remember the kindness of the men of the Eight Banners. Thank you for giving me a peaceful life... Wuwuwu... Guys, please stop fighting. I was wrong. I served wine to apologize, and I slapped myself in the mouth... …”
Tears rolled down the Han businessman who was beaten, and he stretched out his hand to slap his big mouth, "I am a pig, my foul mouth should be torn apart! Without the Qing Dynasty, how could we Han people live a good life, wuwuwu... …”
"I have no conscience. Why can't I remember the goodness of the Manchu uncles? Without the sage kings of the past dynasties, we Han people would have been dead long ago... Stop it, uncle, there is money here, go drink, I know wrong……"
After taking out the last fifty silver dollars in his pocket, the angry Eight Banners men finally spared his life. When the Han merchant stumbled out of the teahouse and ran to the pharmacy, the doctor sitting in the hall knew that his ribs were At least three were broken.
When he asked about the reason, the clerk at the pharmacy couldn't help but think of the Buddha "Amitabha! Uncle, you have saved your life. The banner people have been so crazy recently. They are all ruthless and looking for evil among us Han people. From now on, you will You have to avoid them..."
The Han merchant with a look of resentment bit his tongue and said in a low voice, "What a shame, I can't stay in these four-nine cities anymore. I'll go to Ryukyu to make a living after I recover! Damn it, I won't tolerate this anger anymore..."
While there was a lot of sighing in the pharmacy, the old men in the teahouse who were holding silver coins and preparing to drink were not very happy either.
Beating people felt good for a while, but it couldn't solve the fundamental problem. Huang Ye looked at the money in his hand and suddenly felt sad. He slipped from the stool and fell to the ground. He kicked off his legs and started crying.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu What are we doing? Is it interesting? Even if we kill that kid, the soil in the Far East will never come back...I'm not willing to give in!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
When one person cries, hundreds of people will cry, and the whole teahouse is filled with sadness. But everyone has forgotten that it was actually the money and food of the Han people that supported them for the past two hundred years. It was the Han people's humiliation and retreat that brought about the so-called peaceful age.
