Yang Zhi was just like a dream today. Since he came out of the barracks in Xishan and followed Prince Gong's guards all the way into the city, his heart was already boiling.

He had been to Beijing once before, and that was when Xiao Letian was writing books in the capital. At that time, Xiao Letian did not have the prestige he is now, so naturally his younger brothers were not very good at it.

At that time, Yang Zhi's favorite thing was to stroll around the sky bridge, Dashilan and various alleys in Sijiucheng. He couldn't afford the big restaurants, but the economical Erhu Shop with his monthly salary, it was fine to eat more than ten times.

However, Yang Zhi’s favorite place is Yangshi and Beef Bay on Xidan Pailou Street. It’s so beautiful to have a roasted barbecue with half a pound of roasted pot wine.

After he had enough wine and food, he walked along West Chang'an Street. Do you think he was actually digesting food? Wrong, he was just standing here to see the scenery of the Forbidden City.

There were no high-rise buildings in the Qing Dynasty, and the royal rule was that houses could not be higher than the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so the Forbidden City was definitely the highest and most magnificent building in the Sijiu City. Looking east from the intersection of Xidan Street, you can see the majestic southwest corner of the Forbidden City and the city walls.

Walking forward, passing Shuangta Temple, Liubukou, and Huiziying, people could even see soldiers like javelins on the city walls and various flags roaring, and the majesty of the royal family came to their faces.

However, after walking to the Tongzhengsi and seeing the three gates in front of the West Chang'an Gate, Yang Zhi had to stop because it was already a forbidden area for the people. Who would dare to go to the front of Tianan Gate without any trouble?

It was at that time that a very secret seed was planted in Yang Zhi's heart. All the things in his first half of his life were overthrown. He felt that the first half of his life was a farce.

The poor and ordinary people came from a family, and they rebelled with the Heavenly Kings and others. After breaking Nanjing City, they were selected by the Northern Expedition Army and killed them all the way north until Tianjin was completely defeated.

Then there was the bandit career in Taihang Mountains. Although he had no worries about food and drink, he had never seen the true scene of wealth and honor.

It was not until he came to Beijing, saw what real princes and ministers were, what prosperous cities were, and what imperial authority was that he realized that the kingdom of heaven made by the Heavenly King back then was actually a joke.

The Manchus inherited many palace heritages from the former Ming Dynasty. The royal culture and capital scenes accumulated in the Ming and Qing dynasties can be compared with a dilapidated emperor mansion in Nanjing?

High officials and nobles were walking on the streets in eight-carrying sedan chairs, showing off their might. The slave guards wanted to clean the streets in advance. The red belts riding tall horses and big horses were unruly walking on horseback and fighting eagles, looking for flowers and willows, and they didn't have to do a little work in their lives, and they were born with a lifetime of wealth.

Teahouses, wine shops, theaters... Rich businessmen who were holding on to the corners and playboys gave rewards to the court like rain. Even the clients who fought for a brothel in the eight great alleys made Yang Zhi jealous.

This is life! I have been alive for half my life. I have worked as a coolie for the fucking Hong Xiuquan all my life, but in the end I have no good fortune. I have also gained the reputation of a traitor. What am I trying to do?

Suspicion brought him into the psychological spiral of self-denial, and the old values ​​collapsed. At that moment, Xiao Letian's Western learning and his dreams did not really fill Yang Zhi's spiritual gap. At that moment, thousands of years of hierarchical social welfare made a comeback, and once again controlled Yang Zhi's confused heart.

Later in Ryukyu, Yang Zhi gradually became rich. Why did he marry several concubines and enjoy it desperately? In fact, it was closely related to this period.

In Yang Zhi's ideal, I have been working from the Dragon, and I have been working with you with my head on my hands until now. It's time to reward merits, right? What's the goal of trying hard to this day?

However, reality disappointed him. Not only did Xiao Letian not reward him for his merits, he even refused to replace him with King Shangtai of Ryukyu. How many positions can a prime minister of a small vassal state provide to the people below?

What's more, Xiao Letian's Western learning has been instilling a spirit of equality and fraternity, which made Yang Zhi very disgusted. He also has his own reason, why is everyone equal?

We were fighting to the death with our heads, and then so many brothers died, and everyone was injured. In the end, you say that everyone is equal. Those ordinary people who have no strength, those who have defeated and surrendered prisoners, can easily share the dividends we have earned evenly?

Am I lack the will? The powers we have built up by selling our heads and blood will be distributed to others in vain? Isn’t you, Xiao Letian, purely advocate gains for nothing? Once this trend arises, who will contribute in the future? Death is in vain, and injury is in vain. If you give some money, you will be dispensed with it?

Your grandma, I won’t serve you anymore!

Just as Yang Zhi was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a snap in his ear, "You servant! How dare you not answer the question of the Lord Lafayette?"

Yang Zhi was so scared that he suddenly fell from the embroidery pier to the ground. He knelt on the ground, "Old Buddha, please calm down. I have entered the palace for the first time. The majesty here is too great. I was shocked and my heart was trembling. I lost my composure for a moment, and I lost my composure for a moment!"

Maybe it was because Yang Zhi's trembling look made people feel inexplicably funny. Maybe it was because he was in a good mood when he saw Xin Qian. Instead, Cixi asked meaningfully, "Is the majesty in the palace? You are also an old man from Xiao Letian. You should have seen a lot of the world in the horizons overseas, so why are you so fussy?"

"Tell me, what do you think of Xiao Letian? And how do you think of our country's dynasty? To be honest, the Ai family doesn't want to listen to clichés..."

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Yang Zhi is greedy for money and lustful, but not stupid. He knows that a great opportunity is already in front of him. If he seizes it, he may be able to gain a glory in one step. If he can't catch it, he will probably be a product for printing presses in the second half of his life.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhixin made a fuss and said secretly, "If you don't want to be a saint, you will be a saint, I don't want to be a superior person. It is my dream to call a slave..."

Yang Zhi kowtowed suddenly and said loudly, "Old Buddha, all the princes... With the knowledge of a slave, Xiao Letian will definitely be defeated, and the country will win!"

"Oh? You're so full of words. You have to tell a truth. If the truth can convince us, your reward will naturally be indispensable. If you can't say anything... Be careful, it's enough to say a false sin!"

Yang Zhi gritted his back teeth and said, "The Empress Dowager is clear, the slave puts his words here. If he continues to do so, there will be more and more defectors like me in Ryukyu. Let's wait to welcome talents in the Qing Dynasty!" Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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