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Although the night was a bit 'tiring' and quite 'cloudy, mountainous and foggy', Li Yuanqing got up early the next morning.

The main force remaining in Tongzhou will set off this morning and rush to the outside of the capital city. However, after all, the large group of people cannot be compared with elite cavalry. Even if they travel harder, they will not be able to arrive outside Guangqumen until at least noon the day after tomorrow.

In this way, face-to-face socializing will have to wait until at least the day after tomorrow. Li Yuanqing also had half a day to spare, put on makeup, and came to Qianmen Street accompanied by Kyoko Kubo, the 'little book boy', Yang Lei and two bodyguards.

Take a walk.

If you want to truly understand the direction of the capital and understand the sufferings of the people, the teahouses and teahouses on Qianmen Street are a good place.

Many people in the world are afraid of power but not virtuous.

At Li Yuanqing's current position, with the huge strength of Changsheng Camp, it is almost like a dense network of old trees with entangled roots. Li Yuanqing no longer has to be as arrogant as he was back then.

Step on other people's heads to prove your bravery and ability.

Just like the famous saying in "The Theory of Evolution": "Natural selection, survival of the fittest."

At the age of twenty, Li Yuanqing had only two legs and a naked commander. He could only fight for his life, put his head on his belt and climb up, with survival as his most important goal.

At this time, ten years had passed away with a wave of hands. Although Li Yuanqing had not completely taken the initiative in the overall situation, in terms of military strength, economic aspects, including the stability of the foundation, Li Yuanqing had already arrogantly dominated the world and dominated the heroes.

However, in order to avoid directly damaging the 'keel' of this huge house and causing it to collapse directly, Li Yuanqing had to be patient and 'stew slowly over low heat' or 'boil the frog in warm water'.

Five thousand years have passed, and the Chinese nation, a great nation that is industrious, brave, simple and persevering, as powerful as the Yellow River, and as stalwart as the Yangtze River, has suffered too many injuries!

Li Yuanqing must be careful not to harm the foundation of this nation.

However, Li Yuanqing also understood very well that many things are difficult to change based on human will.

It's like coaxing a child.

Even if you have worked very hard, spent all your time and energy, and hoped that this 'child' would go on a good path, but the child is disobedient, even annoying, and insists on going down a wrong path, then what should you do?

…

Although the Dashilan area is already considered a market district, after all, it is mainly a brothel and has more large restaurants, which are quite high-end. Although it has the charm of a market place, it is not strong enough.

As soon as you enter the front door, you are in a new world.

The streets are full of people coming and going, juggling, singing, dancing, all kinds of snacks, all kinds of small groceries, it's like you are back in the lively pedestrian streets of later generations.

As there were more people, Li Yuanqing and his party of five immediately became a little inconspicuous, and were soon submerged in the crowd.

But Li Yuanqing enjoyed this feeling very much. If he could not truly integrate into the people, how could he truly understand the sufferings of the people?

Li Yuanqing walked around the street with great interest for more than an hour and ate seven or eight snacks. Then Yang Lei booked a good table in a large teahouse nearby, and listened to the storytelling with Beijing accent with great interest.

At this time, storytelling was a very popular entertainment activity for the general public, and it was also an important channel for the spread of news.

After all, there were still only a few people who could read at this time.

If they want to hear historical knowledge, heroic stories, and understand the world, storytelling is the best channel, and there is no threshold at all.

However, what left Li Yuanqing a little speechless was that... the storyteller at this time was actually talking about the incident in which he faced the old slave and burned Amin to death during the guard battle in Lushun.

"Speaking of which, the second Beile Amin saw that the previous offensive was about to reach the city, but was pushed back by Li Shuai and his brothers. This treacherous Tatar Beile could tell at a glance that the Ming army in Lushun City had already

At the end of the battle, it was obvious that he could no longer hold on. How could Amin waste such an opportunity? When he asked the old slave to fight: Khan Ama, please let your ministers attack the city. In less than half an hour, your ministers will definitely capture Port Arthur.

city!"

"Although that old slave is a barbarian, he is also a very knowledgeable person. He immediately said..."

This storyteller is about forty or fifty years old. Although he is not very handsome, he is very neatly dressed, speaks Beijing movies, and has a very impressive cadence.

Almost every three or five sentences he said, the surrounding crowd would applaud and applaud, and he controlled the rhythm very exquisitely.

It's just that Li Yuanqing was still able to listen to it at the beginning, which is not too exaggerated. But when it came to the war scene, the Li Yuanqing in the storyteller's mouth instantly became the 'Tota King Li', and he could literally spread the beans and make an army.

…

Although it was his own brilliance, at this time, in front of so many people, I heard that Mr. Shu performed it in such an exaggerated and almost fantasy way. Li Yuanqing's old face couldn't help but blush a little, and he hurriedly glanced around secretly.

However, I found that everyone was listening attentively, almost intoxicated, completely intoxicated by the storyline of what happened in Lushun that year in the storyteller's mouth.

Including Kyoko Kubo, Yang Lei, and the two veterans beside Li Yuanqing, they all looked at the eloquent storyteller with full concentration and expectancy, and were not aroused by his exaggeration.

It seems~, this is how things should be, this is how Li Yuanqing defeated the dog Tatars.

Li Yuanqing couldn't help shaking his head and laughing for a moment. He didn't expect that his 'economic value' was so great. This was completely star treatment...

After a moment, Li Yuanqing waved his hand to the waiter who was waiting on the side, and laughed in a low voice: "Second brother, apart from this paragraph, there are no other jokes in your store? Like Guan Yunchang, Meng Zhangfei and so on?"

As he said this, Li Yuanqing smiled and stuffed a piece of silver into the little brother's hand.

The little second brother weighed it and was afraid that he would not be able to save more than two taels, so he was overjoyed. Today he met a real rich man.

Busy and whispered: "Sir, you just came to the capital from out of town, right? Our store is a century-old store in the capital. It has all kinds of jokes. However, if you want to listen to these Three Kingdoms, I'm afraid you'll get an early morning

Come up here. Now, it’s midday, which is the time when there are the most people. Naturally, we want to talk about Li Shuai killing the Tatars. No one will listen to us when we talk about the Three Kingdoms."

"oh?"

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile: "Little brother, why are everyone willing to listen to the killing of the Tatars? But not willing to listen to the Three Kingdoms? Guan Yunchang, fierce Zhang Fei, how powerful they are."

The younger brother chuckled and said hurriedly: "Master, judging from your accent, you are from the south, right?"

When Li Yuanqing spoke to the younger brother, in order to avoid revealing his identity, he did not use the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty, but the "Southern Mandarin" that was most commonly used in later generations. The younger brother quickly figured it out.

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile and said: "My second brother has a good ear. Yes, so-and-so is from the south."

At this time, the second brother smiled and helped Li Yuanqing add some more tea, and said with a smile: "Master, that's right. You are from the south, and it is normal for you not to understand the situation in the north. There is nothing worse than the Tatars in the world.

Worse people? Just at the beginning of this year, they actually came to the capital city. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. Master, did you see when you entered the capital that Tongzhou City is still in ruins. Not to mention

, and there are several surrounding counties and countless villages and towns. Master, we have never seen the Tatars, so we have heard about them. But at the beginning of the year, many of us saw with our own eyes the ferocity of the Tatars.

Do you think we can all stop hating the Tatars?"

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but nodded slowly. At this time, the storyteller reached the climax. Li Yuanqing burned Amin's elite, and the spectators and listeners around him clapped their hands and applauded.

"Okay! Good burning, good burning! Burn these dog Tatars to death!"

"Dog Tatars, look how arrogant you are! Today is the day for you too! Hahahaha..."

"Kill the Tartars! Kill the Tartars!"

"Dad, when I grow up, I want to kill the Tatars with Li Shuai!"

"..."

Li Yuanqing's eyes suddenly became blurry.

Even though it was a plot completely fabricated by Mr. Pingshu based on all kinds of irrelevant gossip, but at this time, hearing it in the ears of these common people, it was still so refreshing and so refreshing!

Almost everyone resonated with it.

There is no pretense, no gray area, no hesitation.

Tatars are bad people and they deserve to be killed!

As long as the Tatars are killed, everyone will feel happy and comfortable.

In a daze, Li Yuanqing seemed to have returned to the battlefield of Lushun back then. Under almost impossible circumstances, he tried every means and tried his best. Finally, he successfully blocked the main force of Hou Jin who came in person from Lao Nu.

…

Although there was chaos around him and the cheers and cheers were endless, Li Yuanqing's heart quickly calmed down and he felt as if he was still.

It seems that there has never been such a quiet time.

Some things don't count even if the emperor says it, or if the dignitaries say it. But in the hearts of the people, there is a clear scale.

The louder the cheers around him, the quieter Li Yuanqing's heart became.

He has always thought that coaxing the child is indeed good, but it seems that he has been ignoring a very serious matter... The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain...

…………

Li Yuanqing did not stay in this teahouse for too long, and returned to the inn in less than half an hour.

This is not to say that what Mr. Pingshu said is not wonderful enough. In fact, this Mr. Pingshu can be said to have a eloquent tongue.

Especially Li Yuanqing's deeds, when told by this storyteller, it was like a god descending to earth.

But Li Yuanqing couldn't stand listening anymore...

Because, he felt... he felt very blushing.

He, Li Yuanqing, was indeed supporting the backbone of Liao Di and even the entire Ming Dynasty at this time. But as time went by, even he himself did not feel that his behavior and his rhythm had... gradually...

Somewhat deviated from his original intention.

He always wanted to take the overall situation into consideration, seek good fortune and avoid disaster, but he never thought that there were too many times when the people needed him, Li Yuanqing, to stand up and hold up the world, instead of going with the so-called mainstream to save a small number of people.

Interests……

Li Yuanqing had been sitting in the quiet room for almost more than an hour.

After a while, he suddenly stood up, moved his hands and feet, and exhaled a long breath, "If things really come to a day when I can't choose, then~~ let me, Li Yuanqing, walk into this doomed world alone~

Go to hell!"
Chapter completed!