There was deathly silence in the red brick factory building. Outside the window was the rumbling sound of machines in the industrial area. The sound of steam gushing out when the steam engine was decompressing came and went in the distance. Together with the crashing sounds of the stamping machines, they echoed together like a piece of music.
But in these people's ears, this music is like a death knell!
"That's it? Is this the price offered by my sixth uncle? Ahem...there's no sincerity, I don't believe it..."
"Long live my lord..." Weng Tonghe said anxiously, "Long live my lord, please wait until I finish speaking... Prince Gong will definitely guarantee your life safety!"
"Because this is not just the veteran we are begging for. This morning, the Chinese special envoy Cai Bixia also forced the palace. She led her troops into the Wufeng Tower and met with Prince Gong..."
"Cai Bixia asked Prince Gong to protect your life as a Chinese special envoy... In the afternoon, the old minister met with the British and French ambassadors again, although this time they sent troops to support Prince Gong in the name of quelling the rebellion!"
"But those people swore in the name of God! They said they would protect your life... and the British also said that if your Majesty is worried, please go to London!"
"Europe will definitely protect your safety, and the royal families of the entire Europe will protect you... Prince Gong can't do anything even if he wants to!"
Zai Chun smiled and waved his hand, "Hey...that's not what I'm talking about...I don't care about my life and death...I mean, how does Uncle Six treat my policies?"
"These reforms I have made in the past few years... cough cough cough... how will he deal with them?"
"What about this industrial zone, this railway construction plan, the education reform of the Qing Dynasty, the financial reform of the Qing Dynasty... what about these things? What I want is a way to survive these policies!"
"Did he give it?"
Zai Chun's questioning made the old man dumbfounded. This was the real point of conflict!
Fu Qing said coldly from the side, "Old man...if you still recognize Long Live Lord...it's better to tell the truth! What is happening outside, we are mentally prepared for the worst..."
The old man lowered his head and remained silent for a long time as if an iron shackle weighing a thousand gold was pressed on his neck. "Prince Gong... he still wants to organize... the Eight Banners Noble Council..."
"Ah ha ha ha..." Zai Chun smiled. "Look... this is the key point! In the final analysis, all my policies are still to be abolished. Everything I did will have to be pushed back to him?"
"Bullshit... they're all a bunch of bullshit... Yi Xin... haven't you seen the true colors of these bastards from the Eight Banners yet?"
"When you set up an aristocratic council and let these alley gangsters discuss government affairs together? What can they do? What knowledge do they have?"
Zai Chun's face flushed violently, and he clenched his fists and hit the bed. "This is a dead end! This is a dead end... This is the dead end that Europe walked through in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries!"
"Spain is still building a wall on this road! What kind of bullshit aristocratic council? It's a bunch of selfish bastards who get together and only think about how to be greedy for money!"
"You expect these people to work diligently and love the people? Do you expect these people to open their eyes and see the world? Damn it, these bastards can lure the most powerful people into the parliament! Do you believe it?"
"It's not like Britain doesn't have a parliament of nobles! It's become a decoration. Don't you know that? Bah... He can kill me, but he can't insult me or my political ideals!"
"What the Qing Dynasty needs is the Prussian spirit, the iron-blooded dictatorship! It is my Zai Chun dictatorship... This can force the country to become strong and industrialized... Do you understand? Do you understand..."
Zai Chun went crazy, extremely excited, and his whole body twitched, followed by violent coughing, "Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Just hear a puff! Zai Chun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the quilt covering him suddenly bloomed with bright red plum blossoms!
"Long live the Lord... call the imperial doctor quickly... call the Western doctor... hurry..."
Now everything was in chaos, the room was in chaos, people were crying and shouting and rushing towards him. There was a Chinese doctor stationed in the industrial area who rushed in with a box.
"Everyone, please exit...let the long live master rest...let the long live master rest..."
"What happened...Why is His Majesty so excited? How did this happen...Didn't you say you shouldn't be angry and should be calm?"
A group of people asked the doctor to rush out. The old man stood next to a mountain of iron slag. Everyone was stunned!
At this time, he saw Fu Qing pacing anxiously at the side, and he bravely walked over, "Third Master...Third Master, please calm down...can you calmly say a few words to me?"
Fu Qing stared at the old man with his fire-breathing eyes. In the end, Fu Qing's anger could only be replaced by a sigh: "Hey... what did I say to you? You are just a scholar... You can't do anything." …”
When the old man heard this, his inner grievance turned into tears. He stretched out his sleeves and wiped them twice but couldn't wipe them dry. "Third Master... the situation outside is very bad, really very bad..."
"I heard top-secret news that... the fifth master... tonight... will meet with Prince Gong in the Old Summer Palace for a secret talk..."
"What?" Fu Qing was shocked. "Even...even the King of Heroes...want..."
Unable to speak any more, the old man nodded, "Looking at the current situation, this is it...the Tian family has no relatives! I, a Han official, all know this truth. You are the Fucha family, a Manchu surname...with The Aixinjueluo family has been fighting for more than two hundred years!"
"Don't you know the true nature of this family?"
Fu Qing had a dark face and didn't say a word, but what the old man said next shocked him even more: "Third Master, you have been fighting for a day and a night, and you are exhausted... Now there is another most important person in the capital. We Can’t find it!”
"Who?" Fu Qing asked.
"Yang Zhi! Yang Zhi, whom Long Live Lord trusts! He holds His Majesty's money bag in his hand, gold..."
"Ouch!" Fu Qing yelled, his vision turned dark and his body tilted to one side and he was about to faint. The old man and a few people hurried over to help him.
"Come here... let Third Master take a rest quickly... I haven't slept a wink all day and night... Third Master has fainted from exhaustion..."
This is called chaos. In the red brick house, Western medicine doctors are rescuing Zai Chun, while outside, the old eunuchs who know medical skills are rescuing Fu Qing. Everything inside and outside the house is in chaos.
In the room, a Western doctor from the Chinese ethnic group had just let the Queen Mother in. He lowered his voice and said, "The Queen Mother... Your Majesty is in very bad condition and urgently needs to be calmed down..."
"We...we...we suggest...give your Majesty some morphine!"
"Even after your Majesty wakes up...if...if you want to smoke a big cigarette...let your Majesty do it..."
"Although it is poison... it can also soothe your mood... otherwise Your Majesty would be really in danger!"
