Emperor Tongzhi of the Qing Dynasty, Aisin Jueluo Zaichun had just got off the imperial boat and stood on the dock in Tongzhou. He was facing the dark crowd of soldiers and civilians kneeling down.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The sound of praise comes one after another, and the figures of kneeling and worship are really like the waves of the Pacific Ocean on the east coast of Ryukyu.

After returning, Zai Chun finally returned to his own center of rights. It seemed like he had been traveling through five years at the moment of getting off the boat!

Over the past five years, he has been exposed to new ideas. He has lived a few years of ordinary life as a rich family under Xiao Letian's wings.

He went to the recruits to stand military posture, practiced shooting skills in the shooting range, learned sailing in the Pacific, and studied military and diplomacy in the European continent... He seemed to have forgotten what environment he lived in five years ago.

Even in Tanggu, all you see is heavy machinery that emits steam power, and dirty industrial pollution is everywhere.

Only at this moment, when Zaichun set foot on the land of the capital, did he realize that the Qing Dynasty was still the same Qing Dynasty, and there was no change in the slightest silence of ignorance and backwardness.

The people knelt humbly on the dust, wearing the best new clothes at home that they would only wear during the Chinese New Year, but most of them were just ordinary cotton-padded jackets.

The houses in the distance are short and dilapidated, and only a few businesses have built two floors, but their momentum is not comparable to those of the shops in London's bustling pedestrian street.

The military and civilians all have a lot of food on their faces. The first impression that the entire group gives people is that they are thin. Except for those who wear silk, there is not a fat man in the remaining military and civilians.

The most tragic thing is the horror on everyone's faces. Of course, Zai Chun couldn't see their expressions at all, because everyone buried their faces in the dust, and no one dared to look up.

This is the capital, the most severe place in the Qing Dynasty's rule for more than 200 years. The people have seen too many bloody storms, and no one dares to challenge the power of heaven.

Zai Chun took a deep breath of cold air, and thought of Naha, London, Berlin, Hamburg... those free cities, where is the cheerful atmosphere?

In Naha, whenever Xiao Letian's voice and shadow appear among the people, you will only see people bowing respectfully without any kneeling, and wherever the head of state goes, there will be laughter and joy.

Children can give the folded flowers to Xiao Letian, and street artists can chase the head of state's guards to play music. People raise their heads to greet their leaders, and there is no trace of hypocrisy on their smiles.

Let’s look at Europe. Even if Queen Victoria and German emperor travel, the people welcomed each other with applause. In fact, the most cheering thing was the army.

The army that had won even more applause than the emperor. The ladies gave the kisses to the young men without hesitation, and the kings and nobles were never arrogant.

In the convertible carriage, they also wanted to take off their hats and wave to the public!

Only in those places can Zaichun feel that there is no place in the world rather than the cold grave!

Yes, everything in front of me was as dead as a tomb. Everyone was waiting for orders and waiting for what to do next.

The emperor got off the boat, and everyone kowtowed. The emperor got on the imperial chariot and set off firecrackers. The imperial chariot moved forward, followed by dragon and lion dance... Then, as the direction of the imperial chariot moved, the crowd continued to worship like wheat waves.

This is the rehearsal drama, and there is no trace of human heart or true meaning from it!

With a long sigh, Zaichun put away his thoughts and changed to a slightly smiling face, stepped out his right foot and walked towards the imperial chariot!

"The Holy Emperor is back in Beijing!" The elderly eunuch said a long tone, and then the sound of whips on the quiet street sounded. People continued to kneel down and touched the ground with their foreheads. The shouts of long live are low and melodious.

After the whip passed, the Imperial Guards squads moved forward, and 9981 eunuchs knelt on the ground to welcome the emperor to the imperial chariot!

Just before the imperial chariot, the court officials led by Prince Gong had already knelt all over the ground, and there were a large area of ​​glorious officials on the scarlet carpet.

Zaichun walked a few steps quickly. At this time, Prince Gong, who was buried in the ground, heard the coughing sound of the eunuch beside him reminding him. Knowing that the emperor had arrived, he quickly shouted.

"Prime Minister Wang and Minister Yi, lead all civil and military officials in the capital to welcome the emperor!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Kneeling three times and knocking nine times, these officials were skillful in their movements, just like flowing clouds and water, looking so neat!

"Stand up! All my dear friends! Please get up quickly, please get up quickly, please get up quickly, please get up quickly, all the emperors!"

Zaichun actually walked up to help the Japanese 6th person personally. After five years of separation, we finally met again!

"Uncle...you...you have a lot of gray hair..." Zaichun's eyes turned red and his true feelings were revealed.

Yi? At that moment, he also had three points of true love. He looked at Zai Chun who had grown taller and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands, "Long live the master, you are taller! You are so much taller!"

"You have strong bones! You really have the energy of our ancestors! It's been five years, long live your life, you haven't been back for more than five years..."

Zaichun grabbed Yi? And Yihuan's hand. "In the past five years... it's hard for uncle, I'm sorry..."

Yihuan is quite honest. When he heard his nephew say such conscientious words, he burst into tears. "Your Majesty is the hard work and great contributions! How did Xiao Letian take care of you in the past five years? This made Your Majesty a lot..."

"Hey... stop talking about this, adults are uncomfortable, and they are not comfortable! If you learn skills, you have to go from the wind to the rain!"

"My uncles, let's not talk about family matters for now. Let's talk slowly when we return to the Forbidden City. I will hold a family banquet at that time!"

"Look at all the officials, please calm down, please calm down!"

"Long live thanks!" The Han officials behind also stood up.

"Where is Marshal Zeng? Why didn't I see Marshal Zeng?" Zaichun was the first to look for Zeng Guofan.

Yi? whispered from the side, "The Grand Marshal is not in good health and he really can't work anymore. We advised him for a long time before he asked the Grand Marshal to wait for the emperor at Deshengmen..."

"Long live, please come to the imperial chariot! The people in the capital are still waiting to see the holy face!"

The imperial chariot in the capital is made of top-quality red sandalwood materials, with many specifications. Today, the largest one carried by 9981 people.

The imperial chariot is actually a big throne. The emperor can sit comfortably inside, with bright yellow and soft cushions on the left and right backs.

Many times when the emperor travels in the Forbidden City, he sits on a small imperial chariot. When the weather is clear, he will demolish the shed, and the emperor sits in the open air.

This kind of imperial chariot can not only allow the emperor to see the scenery without blind spots, but also allow the people around him to see the majesty of the Holy Emperor!

So although the wind is very strong today, the imperial chariot does not have a windproof shed, but instead lets Zaichun blow cold wind in the open air!

However, Zaichun felt different when he was on the imperial chariot. It turned out that there was a warm hand stove hidden under the footsteps behind the throne, and the heat kept steaming upwards. It was so comfortable for a person to sit on.

"Your Majesty is up!"

Eighty-one eunuchs with tall figure steadily raised their chariot and fought on their shoulders. Then there were the sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums that looked like heavy rain.

The dragon and lion dance team started to make a fuss!
Chapter completed!