I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Li Hongzhang stared, his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

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Chapter 269 Eight Banners Shout Invincible

Just when Li Hongzhang was sitting slumped on the carved pear wood chair, like a senior cerebral thrombosis patient, his hands were shaking, more than 40 honorable children of the Jingshi Tongwen Hall were already scared to pee.

Li Hongzhang learned that the reincarnation of the filthy soil of the Ming Dynasty, after a short period of fear, he realized that I am no longer a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty!

Judging others by himself, Li Hongzhang felt that this new martial arts was boasting a lot, and there was probably some joint in forcing foreigners to cede land.

But no matter what, the world has changed after all!There was actually a little excitement in his heart that Huang Tian should be right now that the sky is dead.

The restoration of the country after two hundred years of subjugation is unprecedented in ancient times!

Red Scarf re-opened Da Song Tian, ​​and in the end, didn't it also re-opened Lonely, did the world take the surname Zhu?

Daqing is the virtue of water, and Ming is the virtue of fire.

How can fire put out water?

That must be Tude, right?

Who is Tude?

Datang!

And speaking of Datang...

A thousand years ago, Zhu Wen destroyed Li, this time, maybe the Zhu family helped Li to pay back!

Could it be that……

Could it be...

maybe……

I do!

At midnight, a long hiss suddenly sounded in Gusu Li's residence.

Li Hongzhang sat on the edge of the bed sweating profusely, and his concubine Wu hurriedly wiped his sweat.

"Get your horse ready, get your horse ready!"

Old Li Chao ran out of the house in his nightgown, "My master is going to Hangzhou to meet Zuo Du in person, prepare your horse quickly!"

……

If it is said that Li Hongzhang, whose information is somewhat incomplete, further bred his ambitions because of the appearance of Ming Dynasty,

Then the disciples of the Bannerman Xungui from the Tongwen Hall in the capital city are already frightened out of their guts.

Thanks to Yi Jujin, this time, the Beijing Normal University has obtained more comprehensive and reliable information than Jiangnan.

After Guizi Liu was dismissed and lost his status as regent, he couldn't figure out one thing.

Zeng Guofan wanted to be a saint, so it was fine to be manipulated by Cixi, who was coercing the emperor to make the princes. Why did he hate foreigners very much and opposed the Qingliu who handled Westernization by himself, and he would also be in cahoots with Cixi.

I, Guiziliu, just set up a foreign school, open a foreign factory, and make a fortune abroad, but she, Yehenara Xingzhen, has slept with foreigners!

She gave my brother a green hat, such a big green hat!

Can't you see?

Aren't you Qingliu?

Don't you care?

However, the fact is that Yi Rujin was hit in the head.

Because from the so-called Qingliu's point of view, what's wrong with using women to stabilize foreigners?

Isn't this talking with Qin Mei?

At most, Xingzhen's status is a bit special, and the late emperor is a little bit unhappy.

But our Qing Dynasty has its own national conditions here!

Xingzhen is right!

It's not the first time anyway.

This kind of thing is like signing a contract, and you get used to it after signing.

Anyway, future generations will scold Xingzhen if they want to scold her, so what do we care about Qingliu?

Baosi, Daji, Yang Yuhuan, Zhang Lihua, Chen Yuanyuan...

Our family's Xingzhen is not bad, she looks very much like the heroine who took the blame.

On the contrary, you, Devil Six, sent our Eight Banners children to some shit Tongwen Hall to receive education from foreigners, what are your intentions!

Do you want to educate our Eight Banners children to become useless people who only know how to use obscene skills but don't know the teachings of saints?

His heart can be punished, his heart can be punished!

Of course, not all the nobles of the Eight Banners think so, otherwise no one would send their children to study in Tongwen Hall.

But on this day, when they saw their nephew who came back from Tongwen Hall, each of them began to wonder whether their choice was wrong?

Aixinjueluo Qingen, the king of Shuncheng County among the eight iron hat kings in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

When he came back from walking the bird in the cage, he saw his youngest son stumbled back to the door in a daze.

"San'er, what's the matter with you, San'er!"

Qing En hurriedly asked someone to help his youngest son, and went forward to check, only to see that his eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself: "A disaster, a big disaster, a big disaster is coming..."

"Fucking devil six, I shouldn't have listened to his nonsense and asked San'er to study with foreigners. Could it be that he was sucked away by foreigners!" Qing En put the birdcage aside, and reached out to roll his son's eyelids.

"Ama, let's pack up our belongings and flee back outside the customs!"

San'er suddenly grabbed Qing En's satin robe, "Lan Bozhu is going to enter the capital! He will attack us all!"

Snapped!

Qing En slapped his youngest son on the face, "What nonsense are you talking about! What kind of blue-necked pig, black-necked pig, are you sleeping in class and having big dreams? I told you a long time ago, stop smoking Drugs, that thing—yawn—"

"It's all about you, you little bastard, who made you addicted to cigarettes too. Elbow, let's go in and smoke a couple of mouthfuls together!"

As he said that, Qing En asked the slave to carry the soft sedan chair and prepare a set of opium smoking equipment inside.

"Ama, don't smoke, don't smoke...it smells so good..."

……

An hour later, Qing En, San'er and his son finally felt at ease.

"Tell me, what happened to you kid in school today? Why did you lose your soul?" Qing En asked while reclined on the soft seat.

Only then did San'er remember the business, and said quickly: "Ama, that Daming, he's alive!"

"Hiss—you're crazy, your mother's raised cricket dares to call that name?"

Qing En hastily suppressed the mouth of his youngest son, "Although our man is the iron hat king, if someone catches a book, he can't afford to walk around. Recently, he is uneasy in this court!"

San'er broke free from his father's hand and said, "It's not a cricket!"

"Is that a cockfight? Or Costin?"

"Neither, it's that Daming, the Daming that our ancestors raised their troops with eleven sets of armor!"

"What? Our ancestors weren't soldiers and horses made up of eighteen sets of armor?"

"Ama, my dear Ama!"

San'er was about to cry, "I'm in class today, and the foreign teacher Bao Erteng assigned us a piece of translation."

"It stands to reason that our men are good at walking birds and fighting crickets, but studying, is this what our men do?

But I was thinking, I have to give foreigners a face!

Those of my classmates probably thought so too, and everyone was actually translating honestly.

But you say, who of us understands this... But don't say it, this foreigner is still reasonable, and what he gave us was a newspaper with photos on it.

Didn't the difficulty drop all of a sudden?

I was thinking about making it up according to the picture, but when I saw the picture, hey, I was so scared in an instant, I peed on the spot! "

Qing En frowned, moved away silently, and then slapped him again, "Don't talk nonsense, what is in that photo?"

"That's a braidless rebel angrily beating up Mr. Foreigners!"

Saying that, San'er took out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket, and saw a mighty young man on it, with several guards, with a left uppercut and a right kick, he beat up a group of foreign soldiers. People are on their backs.

Immediately afterwards, the foreigners who became angry and unable to fight with weapons began to draw their guns.

But the young man was obviously very skilled, he grabbed two rifles at once, fired both guns at once, and fought back and forth with the foreign soldiers.

But after all, they are outnumbered, the young man and his guards are still fighting and retreating.

At this moment, a tall, bearded foreigner seemed to have an extremely noble status.

He brought another group of people to attack the young man.

I saw the young man slapped the gun and hit the foreigner in the head, and then the foreigner fell into chaos.

In the end, the young man led the guards to break through the siege and escape.

This group of pictures, even if it is full of people, is quite touching.

If the protagonist of the picture is not twisted braids.

"This... who is this traitor? What if the foreigners are offended, and they sail their warships into Tianjin Bay again!"

Qing En turned pale with fright.

"Yes, San'er, you're right, we have to pack up the things quickly, foreigners invade Beijing, we have to go first!"

"Ama, that's not from our Daqing!" San'er said hastily.

"Oh, you should have said it earlier! So we didn't offend the foreigners, it's what happened..." Qing En took a long breath, "Who the hell is he?"

"This person is Zhu Fugui, that Lanbo Zhu, the emperor of Daming, that Daming has come back to life!"

San'er said frightenedly, "The foreigner who was beaten to death by him is the president of Citigroup, and the emperor of Ming Dynasty dared to beat up foreigners, how can we stop him!

Ahma, think about it, the monk king of Baliqiao killed 3 foreigners with 5 people, and Zhu Fugui killed dozens of foreigners alone. If you round it up, he is the enemy of a million people!

How many talents are there in our banner, without killing them!

Ama, let's run away, I'm going to Heilongjiang, I'm going to Ningguta, I'm going to be General Yili! "

With snot and tears, San'er lay on his father's body, howling like a pig being killed.

Chapter 270 Reaction of the Parties

The landlords of the Han nationality in the south of the Yangtze River are about to move, and the dignitaries of the Eight Banners in Beijing are trembling. Both sides are trying their best to find more authentic and reliable sources of information.

Today, the dissemination of the incident has gradually been deliberately distorted into several versions with small gaps.

Of course, no matter which version it is, the background of Zhu Fugui's bloody battle in the White House, with pictures and truths, has not been changed much. He can only fabricate some details, so that Zhu Fugui will be anxious for them after seeing it.

That's not how fake news is made!

This is the way to create immortality!

You guys are so young, you're really cool!

This era is limited by technology, and has not experienced the baptism of the Cold War. The professional level of Western counterparts is really not flattering.

However, because of the loudspeaker of the village chief's house, the voices of the great powers can still temporarily overwhelm the Ming Dynasty's foreign propaganda department.

With the further fermentation of public opinion, from the Thames Estuary to the Kremlin, from Constantinople 2.0 to the Junkers Manor in Brandenburg, Zhu Fugui's name began to be associated with Attila, Timur and Temujin. Such tyrants appear together.

Although it is obviously Daming who offered the olive branch, and Zhu Fugui is also a pure and innocent little white dove, but under the filter of Western colored filters, he still cannot escape the destiny theory of the yellow villain.

Thus, another brand new oriental tyrant was born.

Of course, Zhu Fugui's image would change a lot whenever they wanted to ridicule and hit the Yankees.

But most of the time, Pride and Prejudice still prevails.