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Xu Yifan lifted the curtain of the car and looked out the car. The streets were full of vendors selling Tianjin Wei pancakes, braised, fried cypresses, white-cut cakes, sugar shops, bean juices, and scorched circles.

The sound of hawking high and low voices lingered in my ears. A hundred and ten years ago, the city of Beijing was dark in color and the streets were uneven. Looking to the right, there was a tall and dark corner of the front gate building. Looking to the left, there was a vaguely visible Forbidden City...

It is not called the Forbidden City now, it is the center of the emperor, and the majesty of the central empire that is strongly supported by the central empire.

It seems that even if you touch the air with your hands, you can touch the living history.

I don’t know where Tan Sitong found this car. The mule is a tall mule from Yangliuqing. The two pieces of hair are exactly the same color. The coachman wearing a red tassel hat sits on the shaft. No matter how the car bumps, the coachman is definitely a straight line from the backbone to the hat tassel.

Xu Yifan saw this name in the book, called "A Stick of Incense to the Sky". Good coachman pays attention to this beautiful spirit.

Occasionally, there were carriages and horses coming towards me, some were gorgeous and some were ordinary, and the iron rings on the wheels made the ground rustle. Occasionally, I saw a big carriage with purple reins. Xu Yifan seemed to have discovered something, and asked Tan Sitong, who was in the same carriage with a little excited: "Which prince or minister?"

The answer to him was Tan Sitong with disgust: "Hong Gong! A group of rabbits have finished socializing at night and go back during the day. Now, who dares to use Zi Ren for the real princes and ministers?"

There are also the bodies of the winter road corpses carried out by the runners of Shuntian Prefecture from the corners and alleys. The faces were covered with gray faces, and the people with smoke-like flags were holding cages and slowly swaying to the teahouse. Listless, wearing nail shoes, and occasionally swallowing a mouthful of cooked smoke... and the dark city walls were so heavy that people could not breathe.

Xu Yifan yawned and didn't sleep well last night. Today is the first time he has met an important person in this era. Although he has made up his mind not to sell himself or not to defect, he is still a little nervous about participating in history.

In addition, the two irresistible little girls in the inner room seemed to be whispering in a low voice. They muttered like a group of ducks having a meeting in their heads. They made him seriously consider whether to buy a big house according to Zhang Yu's words. It was a little far apart, and it would see how much you quarrel!

When Tan Sitong came to treat him with a stern face, he yawned like smoking a big cigarette. Tan Sitong looked very bad. Maybe he had asked him to recruit Mr. Weng intentionally or unintentionally in the past two days, but he didn't respond very seriously. In addition, he always kept Chen Luoshi's unpromising appearance, so that this young master Zhuo Shijia, who was determined to be the world, would lose his emotions.

As he walked over the car, Tan Sitong looked like he had a blue face. Xu Yifan was too lazy to pay attention to it. He opened the curtain from time to time and looked around, and he was happy.

The car was winding forward, and Xu Yifan took a feast for the scenery of the alley that had been demolished so much. Seeing that the car gradually entered the inner city from the outer city, bypassed Shichahai, and headed straight to a mansion surrounded by mountains and water at the west end.

Xu Yifan looked more and more familiar. The mansion was getting closer and closer, with a dark and wide front, and the door was full of guards with lapis lazuli roofs. The horse stakes were lined up, all of which were polished. Several towering locust trees stood. Although they looked a little deserted, their wealth was not comparable to ordinary mansions!

Compared with this place, the Duan County Prince’s Mansion I visited yesterday is like a small courtyard!

He was stunned, pointed at the mansion with one hand and looked at Tan Sitong: "This, this, isn't this Cuijinyuan? Prince Gong's mansion? Didn't he meet Weng Zhongtang? Why did he get to Prince Gong's mansion?"

Tan Sitong's face showed a hint of lust and quickly restrained: "Weng Zhongtang is waiting for the journey at Prince Gong's mansion. Mr. Xu, you have a great face!"

Guizi Liu, Prince Gong Yi! In the decades of history, which chapter is missing the figure of Emperor Dao Guang Six’s son in decades?

He almost became the master of the Qing Empire. Although he failed to fight for the throne, Emperor Daoguang's Golden Chamber established a crown prince for the first time: the sixth son of the emperor Yi was the Prince Gong. It can be seen that his status. After Xianfeng's death, he helped Cixi eliminate the eight ministers including Sushun, and as a pillar of the bannermen, he supported the ruined country left by Xianfeng. He drove Zeng, Hu, Zuo and Li and other famous ministers to pay a price of one-fifth of the empire's population and made a so-called "Tongzhi Revival".

This man was also the founder of modern Qing Dynasty diplomacy, and the Prime Minister's affairs office appeared in his hands. Among the bannermen, he was the clearest about the general trend of the world. After Tongzhi, the six Japanese devils were too high and had too much power. Cixi finally found an excuse to drive him out of the center, and counted it for seven or eight years.

Although he was no longer in power, his status and prestige were still the first sign among the bannermen. Weng Tonghe was also the Sixth Master Party who was completely unfair. He was swept out of the Prime Minister's affairs office together with the old man.

Xu Yifan knew his weight, a little prefect who had just donated it, because of a thin book, was a little famous. He was quietly touching the corners of these bannermen. Today, it was a walking hall in the Military Affairs Office, and a current number one prince in the Qing Dynasty was waiting for him!

He vaguely felt that history seemed to be somewhere, and he was gently slapped by his little butterfly.

Today, the royal palace is indeed waiting for him, the new oriental philosopher.

Tan Sitong and him got off the car at the door, but they didn't even give a single bag. They invited the escorts of the royal palace in an orderly manner. They walked through the main hall, the back hall, the sermon, and the back garden.

Xu Yifan also visited the garden and followed a large group of tourists with sweat on his head. The tour guide also held up the electric horn and screamed loudly: "Come behind you to keep up!"

As we walked through today, the ground was swept spotlessly against the clear brick road. The curtains of the houses were hanging low, and the snow on the lawns and rocks on both sides had not yet disappeared. The maid wearing soft-soled shoes walked down her head and walked. Her steps seemed to echo everywhere.

Two experiences seem to be... no, they are a different life.

I was about to finish the long road and arrived at the door of the back garden. I looked up and saw a flying eaves hidden among the rocks. It seemed that someone was adjusting a palace manager on the upper floor. A gentle and soft voice sang slowly.

"Water surging and mountains are stacked, where is the young Zhou Lang? Unconsciously, the ashes were gone. Poor Huang Gai turned his wounds and sighed, and the masts and oars that broke Cao were extinct for a while. But the fierce battle of the river was still hot, so I was so sad that I was so sad. (It's not the river water, it's the heroic blood that has never flowed for twenty years!"

Amid the sound of the piano, Xu Yifan kept looking back and looking at the corner of the flying eaves.

After several twists and turns, I had already arrived in front of a pavilion with Atlantic glass windows built on the lake.

He led their guards to bow and walk a few steps, and then stood in front of the hanging bamboo curtain and whispered: "Master, the guest has arrived."

A laughter suddenly sounded inside: "Please hurry!"

When he walked into the pavilion, Xu Yifan suddenly felt that the warmth was full of heat.

In this year, Beijing City was much colder than his time. Even wearing a pair of leather and a martened sable fur can't stop it.

The pavilion is extremely bright, and the scenery of the desolate winter lake is filled with the scenery of the broken lotus and lotus. The eyes are full of them. There must be a ground dragon under the house, and the fire is burning vigorously, but there is no trace of smoke.

Two old men sat opposite each other around a red mud stove. One old man sat straight, with a stubborn look on his face, his mouth bent down, and he had a sparse beard. The triangular eyes looked at people with light. Seeing Xu Yifan coming in, there was no movement at all, just looking up and down at him.

Another old man described Qinghuang a bit, with the unique convex forehead of Aisin Jueluo family, flat face and thin eyes. He leaned comfortably on the recliner. In such a warm room, he was wearing a purple fox fur sleeve. Two pretty little girls kneeling under his feet, gently pinching his feet. There were also two identical twin little maids standing behind him and pounding his shoulders.

Even the little girl who was slapping the fire kneeling in front of the red mud stove was a rare and pretty little beauty.

Before Xu Yifan could answer, he felt a close friend in his heart at this old man. It’s not easy for me, but finally I met someone with a similar aesthetic view in this year!

When the old man saw them coming in, he was much more stubborn and easy-going than the one sitting upright. He bowed on the recliner and bowed slightly: "Please sit down and sit down! The room is warm, and you two will be generous first, sit down and say slowly. Today, the old man is a little excited, but it makes you both suffer... Which one is Mr. Xu, the oriental new sergeant of the foreigners who have been in the ten years of European tours?

He asked slowly, and the two twin little girls behind him came over and lowered their heads to untie the jacket for him and Tan Sitong. His gentle and careful look made Xu Yifan feel itchy.

One day I will also make a couple to decorate the heroic atmosphere!

He was so stunned that he almost forgot to answer. The old man sitting upright coughed. Xu Yifan reacted and smiled and bowed: "Brother is it."

The two little girls took off their jackets and smiled at the guest. They turned around and left. The twins were only fourteen or fifteen years old. Their skin was as white as jade. When they smiled, there was a shallow dimples on the left side of their cheeks, and the other was on the right. Xu Yifan's heart was shaking. He quickly restrained his mind.

The rich old man who asked the question also smiled, not caring about Xu Yifan's casual temperament. He waved his hand to ask them to sit down. He pointed at the old man opposite and smiled, "This is Weng Tonghe Weng Zhongtang, I am Yi Laoliu, and some people call me Japanese Li. A few days ago, we all read Mr. Xu's European Games Film Record, and I have been doing diplomacy for a lifetime. But it's too clear to England, France, and you know that they are jointly suppressing us. Li Hongzhang is probably more conscious and limited. After reading Mr.'s book, many things are suddenly enlightened... The country has been determined for about two hundred years, and now it's like this. There are many young and old people who signed the treaty with my own hands... Anyway, I have no power or position now, and I have such an iron hat. So I dare to ask this sentence...

In the eyes of my husband, how many years will it take for my bannerman to be angry?”
Chapter completed!