South Causeway Alley. （）

Jia Bei, the chief bookkeeper of the Zhan Mansion, sat in the middle hall, listening to the chaotic sounds on the street, and occasionally the cries of some women and children, sighed, threw a book that he had originally held in his hand on the table, and shouted, "Butler." ”

"Sir," the butler replied, standing at the foot of the steps with his hands crossed in obedience.

"The thing you were told to buy was bought?"

"Yes," the butler took out a paper bag from his sleeve with a bitter face, "This is what the old slave bought in the Baicao Hall, and the doctor asked the old slave what he was doing with so much."

"Hey," Jia Bei muttered, "what does it matter if you just tell him," Jia Bei beckoned to the butler, who refused to give Jia Bei what he was holding, Jia Bei snatched the paper bag, opened a white powder inside, nodded, folded it again, put it in his sleeve, and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Master," the butler cried out in pain, "the foreigners are still in Tongzhou, and they may not be able to attack the capital!" Master, why do you bother, why bother?"

The housekeeper couldn't say for a while, "Why buy this arsenic and kill yourself?" Jiabei answered leisurely, "Isn't it?" ”

The housekeeper nodded, "As a Jinshi, I also ordered Hanlin, and I was on an errand in the Zhan Mansion, so I naturally have to be loyal to the monarch and the country, and be loyal to the country, this is the first; Second, every day and every day to go to the country, he was actually forced to this extent by Xiaoxiao barbarians, and the emperor abandoned Beijing! Jiabei left two lines of tears on his leisurely face, "Before opening the world!" Your Majesty, Your Majesty! This is called the people of the world, how to deal with themselves! Jiabei beat his chest with both hands, grief-stricken, "The Zongmiao Sheji is here, how can you just say go!" ”

"Although the emperor can go," Jiabei's eyes were red, "I can't go, so take precautions and prepare this arsenic, if the foreigners enter Beijing, although the old man has no power to restrain the chicken, he can't kill these rebels, so he has to commit suicide to serve the country!" Chamberlain. After Jiabei finished speaking, his heart was much more relaxed, and he said to the housekeeper, "When I die, you help me collect the body and take the uncle home, don't call him out, do you hear?" This Qing Dynasty, I'm afraid it's going to end! ”……

"This Qing Dynasty, I'm afraid it's going to end!" Chang Si often went to the "Fuxiang" teahouse in Su Ri, and said loudly to a group of banner people around him, the shopkeeper of the teahouse heard such words, the three souls lost two souls, and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, and hurriedly hugged his fists towards Chang Si, "Ouch, my Chang Siye, you can't talk nonsense like this, the Holy Son of Heaven is on the throne!" He pointed to the wooden sign nailed to the pillar, "Master, have you seen it?" Don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about it! ”

Chang Si was dismissive, "You're afraid of a thief!" It's hard for you to say this, but I dare to say it! It's a big deal to go to the Zongren Mansion, what a thing! Go, go, go! Chang Si took a sip of thick phlegm on the ground, drank the incense pieces in the bowl, and waved his hand to rebuke the submissive shopkeeper, "Sushun that thief took Long Live Lord to go to Rehe to escape the summer heat, and escape the bird's feather heat!" The five princes and the six princes all knelt on the ground and cried begging the emperor not to go to Rehe, and the fifth prince also said that he was going to go to the temple to cry Taizu Taizong, but the emperor's sacred heart was blinded by the traitor, and he was determined to go. Chang Si cried as he spoke, "Ah, Your Majesty, how can you leave the gate of this Sijiu City, this is the root of China!" ”

The people around Chang Si were all depressed, and a few of them sobbed, "Who can manage your little teahouse at this time," one person sneered at the shopkeeper who was worried and white-faced, "It's a mess in the capital!" What cows, ghosts, snakes and gods have come out, fishing in troubled waters, do you know the widow Zhang who opened a lo-mei shop at the mouth of the alley? Not to mention that the store was robbed, and his body was also insulted by the gangster, and this son is about to die or live. ”

Chang Si muttered to himself, although he didn't drink, but everyone Chang Si seemed to be drunk, "How can you escape?" How can you escape, where can you escape to, this Qing Dynasty, hehe" The tone was desolate, and even an old Taoist with black hair sitting under the west wall couldn't help but sigh secretly after hearing this.

Xiao'er brought a hot towel to Chang Si, Chang Si took the towel and was about to wipe his tears, the old Taoist priest's ears were very sharp, his ears moved, as if he heard something magical, he raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something, Chang Si quickly jumped up, with a confused expression, "What is the sound outside?" ”

Everyone's ears were pricked up, and there was a thin drum music in the distance, the tone was peaceful, but there was a faint sound of excitement, "woo" A melodious horn sounded, flying straight into the clouds, Chang Si hurriedly ran out of the teahouse, standing next to the long street, only to see that under the twilight, the long street was full of all kinds of people, with a confused and panicked expression, "What is this sound?" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. )

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