The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Rebecca Levi's mind was filled with Zhao Chuanxin and she didn't think much about it.

Morrison was confused about the situation.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the room by the ear of Bacchus, and the dirty tip of the civilized stick in his other hand was shoved into Bacchus' mouth.

Bacchus's screams stopped abruptly.

"Woooooooo..."

Morrison wanted to persuade: "Mr. Zhao, he... you..."

"Go to the other side, there's nothing wrong with you."

Zhao Chuanxin released his ears, held the civilized staff, and pushed Bacchus' mouth backwards until he hit the wall.

"Damn it, you next door. You really didn't know that Lord Ma has three eyes. How dare you even scheme against me, Zhao Chuanxin?"

As soon as this statement came out, both Morrison and Bacchus were shocked.

Morrison didn't expect that Taoist Zhao and Shopkeeper Zhao were actually the famous Zhao Chuanxin.

He was still thinking of writing a report on the peace negotiations between Zhao Chuanxin and Zhu Erdian, but Zhao Chuanxin came.

Bacchus was timid.

After just fucking showing off and cheating, the mistress came to visit.

Where can I go to reason?

Rebecca Levi was a little anxious: "Is it a misunderstanding?"

"Shut up." Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Do you have the right to speak?"

Rebecca Levi stepped aside timidly, turning a blind eye to Bacchus's pleading look.

How could she make Zhao Chuanxin unhappy because of others?

Bacchus danced and seemed to have something to say.

Zhao Chuanxin took the civilized staff out of his mouth.

Bacchus retched twice, took a deep breath, and his blushing face had not completely faded away. He hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao, I mean well, and I don't ask for anything in return, and I don't care about compensation..."

"What the hell? Are you still thinking about rewards and rewards?"

Zhao Chuanxin whipped the big-eared melon seeds over.

Bacchus clung to the wall and was slapped down sideways.

My left ear was buzzing and I could no longer hear sounds. I was struck deaf.

I blanch...he turned pale with horror.

Yesterday, the Japanese said that Zhao Chuanxin was in danger, but he did not expect that the danger would be this far.

If there is a slight disagreement, take action immediately.

Stumbling up from the ground: "Mr. Zhao, I..."

"What's wrong with you and me? I can't understand what I'm saying. I think I still haven't beaten enough!" Zhao Chuanxin took action, took Bacchus's finger and pushed it upward.

Gaba...

"Ouch..."

Halfway through his shouting, the Civilization Stick blocked his mouth again.

When he stopped screaming, Zhao Chuanxin moved away.

Bacchus was stunned and frightened.

Morrison was equally at a loss and had goosebumps all over his body.

Pointing the civilized staff at the tip of Bacchus' nose, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Did you ambush someone at the BJ Hotel?"

"No, no, Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood..."

Zhao Chuanxin swung the civilized stick horizontally.

Click.

The civilization stick was not strong enough and broke.

Bacchus' arm wasn't broken, but it was at least cracked.

He wanted to scream, but then he remembered something and covered his mouth with his other hand.

He took a few breaths of cold air along his fingers, and then he recovered.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "You answer whatever I ask. If you say one more thing, I will break your legs!"

Then wave to Rebecca Levy.

Rebecca Levi moved the chair obediently, and Zhao Chuanxin sat down with a golden sword.

Have discernment.

"Mr. Zhao, there is no ambush manpower."

"Who asked you to do this?"

Bacchus' eyes began to roll.

Crying...

Zhao Chuanxin holds the Miao Dao.

The Miao knife was very long. When Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the chair, the tip of the knife could penetrate Bacchus's shoulder.

"Uh uh..."

Bacchus covered his mouth and groaned.

Zhao Chuanxin gently turned the Miao knife.

Bacchus' eyes bulged.

He lied by nature, and it was instinctive that he even lied to himself when he felt it, fabricating the shape of his memory as he pleased.

This instinct made him suffer a lot today.

Not everyone can talk nonsense with everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'm asking, and you have to answer without thinking. If I see that you want to lie, Zhuo Nima will not torture you to doubt your life today, and I will take your fucking surname as Ba."

Morrison, who suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder, wanted to remind Zhao Chuanxin that Bacchus was not Ba.

And Bacchus knew that he was in trouble today.

He knew that his little tricks were worthless in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

If I don't come up with some useful information, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the day when the book "China under Cixi's Rule" is finished.

I could only pour the beans out of the bamboo tube and explain everything: "I wanted to change my career to business, but I had no connections, so I sold information everywhere in exchange for favors. Some time ago, I learned that Rebecca was asking about you, so I lied to her and said I recognized her. You. Just when I heard that Zhu Erdian was in trouble, I tricked him into recognizing Mr. Zhao and could help make peace. But yesterday afternoon at the bar..."

Only then did Rebecca Levi know she had been fooled.

Bacchus was not a clever liar.

The only clever thing about him is that he can always seize the opportunity to deceive others when they are anxious.

Because he is anxious, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of his words.

Yesterday, he met a Japanese.

The Japanese can help him obtain land and help him establish connections to open a business.

They even help pay for half of the cost of opening a store, but the final profit is only 50/50.

In fact, the Japanese immediately paid a quarter of the money to open the store, which was regarded as a deposit.

And Bacchus only needed to broker the peace talks.

When Bacchus heard how simple it was, he started shouting all over the world. As long as Zhao Chuanxin got wind of it, he would definitely come to find out.

When the time comes, he will use his sharp tongue to deceive both sides.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin's methods were so cruel that he didn't even have the chance to make things up.

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Did the Japanese say anything about the follow-up plan?"

"No, he only asked me to do these, I don't know the rest." Bacchus did not dare to hesitate.

"What's his name?"

"He won't say it, but I think he should be a soldier."

"Where's Zhu Erdian? Will he be there?"

"Yes, he will be there on time at noon."

"Is there anything else you want to explain?"

Zhao Chuanxin stared at Bacchus.

Bacchus shook his head violently: "No more, really no more."

"How brave." Zhao Chuanxin blew out a puff of cigarette in Bacchus' face, pointed at Rebecca Levi and said: "You know that she has a relationship with me, but you still dare to take advantage of her?"

"I, I didn't..." Bacchus denied.

When he first entered the house, Zhao Chuanxin had already seen Bacchus' jealous eyes.

Old Zhao doesn't like to be jealous, he just doesn't like this guy.

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin stood up and said calmly: "You covet women, but women may not always belong to you. But studying is different, because the knowledge is yours. So, don't be addicted to women, study diligently, and reject women. , starting from you.”

"..."

Bacchus's face showed the joy of surviving the disaster: "So, Mr. Zhao will no longer blame me? I will study hard and refuse female sex. From now on, I will only date men..."

He is actually bisexual.

Moreover, this old man claimed to be a scholar and was sanctimonious, but he still did not change his nature until his later years.

It just stopped mid-sentence.

In fact, he has always refused to admit that he is gay, because for a certain period of time in the UK, this was regarded as a taboo, which was criticized by both law and morality.

I said it yesterday because I wanted to win Zhu Erdian's trust.

I said it today because I didn’t dare to tell lies to anger Zhao Chuanxin.

But after all, he still had a bit of shame and stopped in time mid-sentence.

"..." I wanted to tease the fool, but ended up with goosebumps all over my body. Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "You are really a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved. You bitch, I will destroy you today for God's sake."

The Miao knife stabbed, picked, and pulled... the cold light flashed.

Bacchus' large tendons in his wrists and ankles were severed.

This wasn't the end yet, Zhao Chuanxin made a move and swept his lower body.

Bacchus somersaulted and was knocked to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked him violently.

Click, click, click, click...

Broken bones and tendons.

Bacchus was in agony, rolling on the ground, but his arms and legs could no longer use any strength.

Zhao Chuanxin returned the knife to its sheath: "Morrisun, tie his mouth with a rope."

Morrison hesitated, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Morrison hurriedly obeyed.

At this time, no one dared to disobey Zhao Chuanxin's instructions.

After binding Bacchus' mouth, Morrison hesitated: "He..."

This was too tragic, he might as well have died.

The tragic situation of Bacchus made Morrison shudder.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately prevented Bacchus from dying.

Damn you, how dare you fool around with me?

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Before Zhu Erdian dies, don't tell anyone about this matter. Can you do that?"

"I..." Morrison is actually very kind.

Because he is kind, he is contradictory.

He has deep feelings for China, especially the capital.

After his death, several words were engraved on the railings of his grave - Morrison, a native of Beijing.

However, whenever something happens, he must put British interests first.

And Zhu Erdian is almost the highest British official in China, so he is in a dilemma.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Are you afraid that you have some misunderstanding and think that I am discussing with you?"

Morrison was horrified.

He didn't want to end up like Bacchus.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Rebecca Levi: "Where do you live? When the dust settles, I will pick you up and leave."

When he learned that this silly bitch came across the ocean to find him, he suddenly felt confused.

Zhao, a loner, has never liked fetters.

Besides, he didn't have a date with her, so why was he chasing her so closely?

Emotionally, Zhao Chuanxin felt a great sense of depression in this era. It's not a good time to get emotional when dusk falls, and the night lasts for a long time, so dawn comes quite late.

Everyone was old at that time, who could still talk emotionally and lovingly?

Just worry less.

Rebecca Levi bit her mouth: "I, I'll go..."

"Where are we going? Let's just read a book at Morrison's house first."

Rebecca Levy: “…”

The hotel in the concession area where she lives is temporarily unsafe today.

Morrison transformed his home into a library.

This old boy made friends through books, and his reputation grew so fast that every foreigner who came to the capital was brought directly to Morrison's house by the rickshaw driver without asking to make sure he was right.

It's probably safe to go to his house.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Because he was so elusive, Rebecca Levi heard that he was in the grassland the first day, ran outside the customs the next day, and arrived in the capital on the third day. Perhaps he disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

So he hurriedly opened the door and wanted to say something, but found that Zhao Chuanxin was no longer there.

…

The methods of assassination have actually been evolving.

The little devil is very talented in this area.

For example, when a doctor is trying to save lives and heal the wounded, he will ask you if you are afraid of dying.

There are also less clever methods: placing cold guns, explosives in the crowd, suddenly drawing a knife to kill, etc...

From the "Internet celebrity" samurai of the Tokugawa shogunate to before World War II, the little devils were especially keen on assassinations.

Ito Hirobumi, who was killed by Zhao Chuanxin in South Korea, was once an angry youth who organized wave after wave of "Tenchu" operations, which was the final cause of the fall of the shogunate.

Zhao Chuanxin climbed onto the roof of a foreign-style building, put on a fire-collecting armor, and followed the only way to the BJ Hotel.

He made a long detour before sneaking up.

This place has gone beyond the concession wall and there is no defense.

It's just that there are too many people watching outside, and they are crowded with people standing outside the streets and alleys, shoulder to shoulder.

What kind of spirit is this that is not afraid of death?

Zhao Chuanxin's squatting skills have been fully used for a long time. He eats and drinks on the roof, boils water without lighting a fire, and grills meat without charcoal. He sits cross-legged, quietly watching the clouds roll and relax, and listens carefully to the whistle of pigeons like bells.

…

Zhu Erdian originally bought double insurance for himself.

But one of the insurances was actually lost because the soldiers following him were too stupid and lost track of them.

After scolding the stalker, he could only wander around the room anxiously, taking out his pocket watch from time to time to check the time.

As noon approached, he began to worry about dressing again.

At this time, we are at the final point of transition from classicism to modernity. There are some British people who are complacent when it comes to dressing, while there are also those who are avant-garde and fashionable.

Zhu Erdian wanted to wear something that looked like an old aristocrat, but he also remembered that the information collected about Zhao Chuanxin showed that Zhao Chuanxin was a fashion trendsetter.

Zhao Chuanxin has its own fashion trends, and many styles are not available now or have not become popular.

But it leaves a lasting impression.

After thinking about it, Zhu Erdian put on the latest custom-made pinstripe suit.

This kind of formal attire was initially popular among bank clerks and bankers, and gradually became popular. It would not be until more than ten years later that this trend would spread to the United States.

At this time, American fashion was at least fifteen years behind the rest of the world, so European countries looked down on Americans and thought they were old haters.

Dressed neatly and wearing a hat, Zhu Erdian went out.

He is actually very conflicted inside.

On the one hand, he wanted to please Zhao Chuanxin as much as possible and strive for "lenient treatment."

On the other hand, he has the reserve of a veteran imperial noble and is unwilling to bow to a Chinese, even if he is terrifying.

The moment he stepped out of the military camp, he saw the escorting coalition troops sent by the embassies of various countries.

The embassy district of Beijing is, in a certain respect, a whole. Public order requires everyone to work together to maintain public order, just like broken pieces of porcelain that must be folded into a perfect bowl whenever faced with external pressure.

Before going out, Zhu Erdian still felt a little embarrassed.

But after going out, he saw the faces of the coalition soldiers and police with a certain amount of fear and uneasiness. Zhu Erdian's mood, which was originally as dry as the sky above the capital, suddenly fell into a steady autumn rain.

Even they are afraid, should I be afraid?

All pride flies to the sky.

With a sullen face, he walked step by step towards the BJ Hotel within the protective circle of the coalition military and police.

When he was about to arrive, Zhu Erdian suddenly turned around and asked, "Where is Bacchus? Why doesn't he come to greet him?"

"I don't know..."

Zhu Erdian frowned and looked at the bustling people at the south entrance of Morrison Street, pointing and criticizing them.

"The foreign army is just in order."

"Actually, ours isn't bad either..."

"That's nonsense. I've seen the New Army before, but they can't compare to the foreigners in spirit and energy. I heard from my uncle's son that the New Army's ammunition has less gunpowder than the foreign bullets, otherwise the gun would hit the butt every time!"

"..."

The foreign military police, who had been exaggerated by the common people, were looking around with tense faces.

The coalition military and police, numbering more than 500 people, crowded the streets at a glance.

At this time, the sound of intensive running came from the south.

Amidst the flying dust, a new army team of no less than a thousand people was surging forward.

The people were in an uproar.

The coalition military police immediately went on alert, turned their heads, and even loaded their guns.

It turned out to be the New Army of the Fourth Town stationed in Nanyuan.

Coming from the south was just the beginning. Soon, a battalion of artillery and a battalion of infantry from the Sixth Town stationed in Yangshan, north of Beijing, came from the east.

To the west, a horse cavalry of the imperial guards came from Tiananmen with a marked mark.

Since the formation of the new army, there has not been a particularly big battle, especially in the capital.

This is an unprecedented first time.

It’s no wonder that Bacchus went around shouting that Zhao Chuanxin was coming to negotiate peace with Zhu Erdian. Even Zhao Chuanxin, who was not notified, got wind of it, let alone Cixi, who was just a stone’s throw away.

Cixi seemed to have encountered a dangerous beast and her hair exploded.

The common people who were caught in the middle together with the coalition military and police sat on the wax.

I still thought that this was a grand event and there would be excitement to watch, but now I felt that I was in a dilemma - if there was a fight, wouldn't they be the first to suffer?

The bannermen who had just said that the new army was weak felt their scalp numb at this moment.

Who dares to say that those new troops are neatly dressed and have serious military looks? They are harmless?

The momentum is not inferior, and the numbers are even more dominant.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was on the roof, was equally surprised.

He expected that Zhu Erdian would lead the small coalition military and police, but he did not expect that the new army stationed in the capital would also join in.

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

Zhao Chuanxin looked carefully and found that the new army coming from the south should be the strongest in combat power.

The new army in the east should be organized and trained by the former Beijing Banner Standing Army.

As he flossed, he studied the teams.

Cixi should just be prepared or intimidated, not really want to do anything. Otherwise, if he attacks from both sides from the east and west, and sets up an artillery battalion from the east, wouldn't he mean to attack his own people?

When Zhu Erdian saw it, he was not afraid, but angry. He sent someone to ask: "What are you going to do? Do you want to surround us and attack us?"

At this time, a middle-aged general with a goatee stood up: "I am Duan Qirui, the commander of the Sixth Town. I want to tell Zhu Erdian that we are just maintaining public order and there is no need to panic. There are still large armies waiting on the outside."

The commander of the Sixth Town personally went into battle, but he didn't know whether he had given enough face to Zhu Erdian or to Zhao Chuanxin.

When Zhu Erdian learned the news, he was angry at first and felt threatened.

He immediately figured it out: Yes, now that thousands of soldiers have gathered here, does Zhao Chuanxin still dare to make a mistake?

The advantage in numbers won over Zhu Erdian's courage, and his courage was galloping.

He straightened his chest and raised his head again, and said to his subordinates reservedly: "Go to the hotel and see. Is Zhao Chuanxin here? Is Bacchus here?"

The men hurried away.

Although there are many people, it is very quiet.

Thousands of people, including the army and the common people, crowded at the intersection of the T-shaped street. It looked quite spectacular from the height.

After a moment, the subordinate turned around and told Zhu Erdian: "Not here, not here at all, only the cook and waiter are waiting to serve the food."

Zhu Erdian was even more courageous.

He stroked his beard, smiled and said: "Haha, it seems that Zhao Chuanxin is afraid to come. I'm not afraid, but he is, hehe, hehehe..."

There are so many people, so nice!

At this moment, the subordinate suddenly raised his head and looked upward with his mouth wide open.

Zhu Erdian frowned, turned to follow his gaze, and then opened his mouth.

"You only raise the knife when you are excited, are you afraid? Are you fucking qualified to make me afraid?"

The voice was strong, fierce, energetic and low, resounding in the sky above Morrison Street.

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