Time Traveler

In a false alarm, more than two hundred Qing cavalrymen came. The leader was a fat old man in his sixties, covered in dust and sweating. He rolled his saddle and got off his horse when he got close. He knelt down before the queen mother’s car and asked him to save him. If you are late, please forgive the empress dowager and the emperor!"

"What's the crime of Admiral Ma, hurry up and flat yourself." In times of distress, where did Empress Dowager Cixi dare to reprimand the minister, and it was too late to comfort him. Ma Yukun brought so many soldiers and horses, plus Baturu Liu Yanzhi, she would eat With a reassurance, anyhow, I'm not so worried anymore.

　　 "What role is this old man?" Liu Yan directly asked Zhou Jiarui in a whisper.

"Ma Yukun, the admiral of Zhili, is equivalent to the commander of the Hebei Provincial Military Region. This old man was born in the army and fought a lot of tough battles. He fought with Nianzi, fought with Agubai in Xinjiang, and fought with the Japanese in North Korea. The coalition forces are desperate. They are tough guys." Teacher Zhou replied.

　　 Liu Yanzhi was in awe. Such talents are the backbone of the Chinese nation and are true iron-blooded soldiers.

The men and horses that Ma Yukun brought included part of the Wuwei Zuojun, Huqiang Camp and Shenji Camp, as well as a group of ministers who had escaped from the capital, all gray-headed and embarrassed. Cixi asked about the situation in the city, and Ma Yukun replied that the soldiers were fighting to death. No retreat, now the entire Beijing city is fighting on the streets. When it comes to sorrow, the old admiral can't help but let out his grief.

　　 This cry is not fake. As a soldier, watching the capital fall to the enemy, this resentment can be imagined.

　　 Cixi comforted a few words, and then shed a few tears. It suddenly occurred to Liu Yanzhi that he wanted a good gun, so he asked Ma Yukun if he had a good gun.

　　 Tiger Gun Camp is a unit that specializes in using spears. Ma Yukun asked someone for a tiger spear, and Cixi asked him to give it to Liu Yanzhi.

This tiger gun is not simple. The tip of the gun is sharp and there is no red tassel. It is not a gun body made of a whole white wax rod. It is an all-iron gun with a layer of bamboo on the outside, and then wrapped with silk thread, leather strips and rattan leather. , The outer layer is covered with linen cloth and coated with a layer of lacquer. This processing method not only ensures the rigidity of the gun, but also has flexibility. It will not freeze your hands in winter, and the shock of the weapon will not transmit the tremor to the tiger’s mouth during the war. The manufacturing cost is high, time-consuming and laborious, and ordinary troops will not be equipped. Tiger Gun Battalion is the emperor’s guard force when hunting, and it will have this magic weapon.

Of course, no matter how powerful a cold weapon is, it is no match for the most old-fashioned arquebus. Cixi just watched Liu Yan shoot the culprits directly. This kind of plot was created. The gift of the gun is also a ritual and grace. Encourage.

　　 Liu Yan got the tiger spear straight, thanked him again, and also gave a fist to Ma Yukun. Ma Yukun saw his blood-stained shirt with piercing eyes, knowing that he was a tiger general, and nodded to him in recognition.

As soon as the reinforcements arrived, Cixi felt relieved and ordered to continue on the road. The team moved forward. There were princes in python robes, ministers in first- and second-grade official uniforms, imperial army in armor, and Wuwei Zuojun in new-style military uniforms. , And there are a large number of nobles who put on the robes of the common people. They are all kinds of different colors, staggering, frowning, and marching northwest.

The Eight-Nation Allied Forces would chase at any time. The West Hunter team did not dare to stop, and ran to the Summer Palace in one breath. Cixi did not even dare to enter the garden. Only in the evening did they set up camp in Guanshi, which is 70 miles away from Beijing. There are Muslims here. After living together for generations, the Imam heard that the Queen Mother Luan was here, and hurriedly gave up the mosque to invite the Queen Mother to stay. That night, the 60-year-old veteran Ma Yukun personally guarded the door with a knife and spear, and he did not dare to slack off.

In the early morning of the next day, Luangjia went on the road again and arrived at the South Exit at noon. The soldiers wandered bravely. The common people abandoned their houses, took their families and led their dogs to drive the sheep and hid them into the mountains. The guards searched everywhere and found some millet and eggs. The stove is cooked for the Queen Mother and the emperor to satisfy their hunger.

Cixi sits and rests in the farmhouse. This is already the best house in the village. It is only half of the blue brick, the upper half is rammed earth, the big kang is covered with dirty mats, the small Kang table is placed with tea, the countryside There is no good tea, only the tea made by Gao Mo'er that the Beijing coolies drink.

The **** tremblingly held a large coarse porcelain bowl with a gap on the mouth of the bowl. Cixi frowned when he glanced at it. The palace used all tribute porcelain, which was translucent and white, comparable to jade. Look at these crude tableware. There was no appetite. The millet porridge was hot and there was no spoon. There was only a pair of black stained wooden chopsticks. The two eggs were boiled at the wrong temperature. The maid peeled the skin carefully, but it was still mottled and ugly.

On weekdays, Cixi is accustomed to eating fine clothes and jade. Two dinners a day consist of hundreds of dishes. Of course, this is only the rule of the royal queen’s diet. In fact, these hundreds of dishes are not even tasted by Cixi. Rewarded to the court ladies and eunuchs, the queen mother only eats all kinds of Jiangnan side dishes carefully cooked by the imperial kitchen, and any dish contains the imperial chef’s painstaking efforts, and has worked hard to eat only for the pleasure and satisfaction of the Lafayette, even so, The queen mother is still looking for faults in two days, in short, the queen mother's mouth is tricky.

Escaped in a hurry, did not bring the tableware, cookware, nor the royal kitchen. This millet porridge and eggs were cooked by the court ladies. The taste is predictable. Cixi was upset and waved his hand and said to take it away. The Laijia didn’t want to eat. .

　　 Li Lianying knelt down with a thud: "Lafayette, you are thinking about the people of the capital. The minions know that, but you have to take care of your phoenix body."

　　 "Give it to the emperor." Cixi waved her hand and closed her eyes, but her belly groaned unconvincingly, and the atmosphere became a little embarrassing.

　　 Li Lianying acted on the occasion and asked the maid to take the food down for the time being. The hot weather made the hot millet porridge difficult to eat. When the Lafayette feels better, he can use it if he decides.

Even now, Cixi is still hypocritical. The others didn’t even receive the treatment of millet porridge and eggs. The princes and the soldiers went to the fields to find food. Fortunately, the Gengzi year was a good year, and there were mature crops everywhere. There are everything you need for melons and fruits, and you can't be hungry as long as you start.

I saw soldiers in python robes and Baylor squatting on the ridge together with the soldiers in livery, holding melons in their hands, gobbled their faces full of juice, after eating, wiped their mouths with their sleeves, and continued to pick them down, what decentness, what dignity, who Don't let it go, let's fill up your stomach first

　　 The millet porridge was cold, Li Lianying personally took it over, begging: "Lafayette, you can use some."

　　 Cixi was in a bad mood and waved his large porcelain bowl to the ground. Now, he didn't even have to eat the millet porridge.

　　 Li Lianying was so scared that she knelt on the ground, knocking her head like garlic: "Lafayette, Lafayette, the slave is damned."

　　 "The Aijia wants to be quiet." Cixi didn't mind scolding him and waved him out.

　　 Li Lianying stepped back out of the farmhouse. It happened that Lin Huaiyuan came over with a wooden food box and said, "Manager Li, you are lucky."

　　 "Master Lin, is this?" Li Lianying looked at the box suspiciously.

"The minister has prepared some cakes, please let the master in charge to present the queen mother." Lin Huaiyuan opened the lid of the box, revealing the goods inside. Although they are only folk cakes, they are also made extremely fine. The golden cakes are decorated with green and red silk. There will be appetite.

　　 "Fortunately, you have this loyalty." Li Lianying was worrying about the Queen Mother's meal. An old face suddenly turned cloudy, and she hurriedly took over the food box.

"Manager Li, this is a little bit of heart." Lin Huaiyuan took out an ingot of horseshoe gold from his sleeve and gave it to Li Lianying fortress. This ingot of gold was also something Zhou Jiarui prepared for him. Li Lianying is known to everyone who is greedy for money, even if it is very During the period, the courtesy should not be less.

　　 Unexpectedly, Li Lianying scowled and said, "Master Lin, is our family still short of this yellow and white thing." Reached out and blocked it, carried the food box into the farmhouse and presented it to Cixi.

Cixi was actually hungry a long time ago. She was just holding on to the shelf and didn't want to eat poor meals. She closed her eyes slightly, and her nose moved twice. The scent of the cake gave her body fluid. She wanted to grab it and put it in her mouth. Still casually asked: "Little plum, what is this?"

　　 "Back to Lafayette, these are some snacks prepared by criminal officer Lin Huaiyuan, please taste it." Li Lianying replied.

"Oh, I don’t know what the taste is like." Cixi said, her frown stretched out a little, and she picked up a piece of it, and ate slowly, while she was eating while holding a tea bowl to drink water. That is called a fragrance.

　　 A stone in Li Lianying's heart fell to the ground, but he quietly wiped away tears. He is a loyal slave who has served his master for decades. He has never seen Cixi so embarrassed. How could he not feel sad.

　　 Cixi ate a few pieces of cakes and asked them to send the rest to Guangxu and Longyu, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and asked, "Little plum, who is Lin Huaiyuan?"

　　 "Back to Lafayette, Lin Huaiyuan was the prefect of Omi before he retreated."

　　 "Oh, when I go back to Beijing, let him get a Dangdang platform, you can remember this for Aijia."

　　 "嗻."

　　 Li Lianying came out of the farmhouse, Lin Huaiyuan was still waiting eagerly in the distance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw the chief **** beckoning to him: "Lin adults, congratulations."

　　 "Ms. Li, where do you come from?" Lin Huaiyuan ran over and asked, full of anxiety.

　　 "Lafayette said, when I return to Beijing, I will give you a platform."

　　 "Thanks to the Queen Mother Long En, and thanks to Chief Li." Lin Huaiyuan was grateful and couldn't wait to cast his arms on the ground.

　　 "Well, I will do the errands with my heart in the future, and Lafayette will have to promote you." Li Lianying finished speaking and turned back.

　　 Lin Huaiyuan sighed with emotion. He studied hard for ten years and worked hard as an official for twenty years. It can't be worth a box of dim sum that is not worth two taels of silver.

After the team hit the tip, they continued to draw, and passed the Juyong Pass. After forty liguan ditch, the mountain road was bumpy and the horses and carriages could not pass. The queen mother had to get out of the cart and walk. All the cavalry were dismounted and led the horses to move forward. There was no food to eat. The guards searched everywhere, and only made two nests to feed Cixi's hunger. The others could only sit on the floor hungry and tighten their belts to resist hunger.

　　 Liu Yanzhi and the others also had no food, but Zhou Jiarui was calm and calm. He told Liu Yanzhi that he would arrive in Huailai County tomorrow. The county magistrate here is Wu Yong. He is a very capable official. By then, the third step of the plan should be carried out.

　　 As he said, he took out a stack of paper, which was written in teeny lower letters.

　　 "This is a memorial written by me. Please submit it to Cixi. Our brother's future lies in this."

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