In the late Qing Dynasty, only conspiracy, only obscene, and only intrigue for power and profit. Xu Yifan had already understood all this, so he dared to be domineering and without any scruples. He... finally understood it.

But he is not Xu Yifan.

He resolutely went north and tried to turn the tide. He was afraid that once Xu Yifan advances north, the whole world will fall apart. There is no master of the magic weapon, why should everyone convince you that Xu Yifan is the true emperor? Then, don’t be a decades of civil strife! Historical books can be proved. Maintaining the authority of the central government and reforming it may be another way!

This is a major change that has not been seen in three thousand years. In the past, dynasties changed, even if the invasion of foreign races, the Chinese civilization far surpassed the surrounding civilizations. No matter how turbulent it is, the Chinese civilization can recover. However, now the great powers who are already ahead are forced to force themselves. Once a turbulent civil war occurs again, I don’t know how many years it will take to delay it!

Tan Sitong never doubted the greatness of this civilization. After years of being with Xu Yifan, he also knew how proud Xu Yifan was of this civilization. Even after decades and hundreds of years of turmoil, there will always be people of kindness and ambition to embark on the road of survival and death.

However, if he can avoid the blood in the next few decades, he will not hesitate to catch up with blood for a longer time in the future! Xu Yifan is in a strong army, but he is still wandering around Jiangzuo. This is probably the reason.

When he arrived in Zhili, Liu Kunyi's death gave him another responsibility. He could not let the North fall into the sea of ​​blood of the incense sect's uprising!

It is precisely because of this that he has come to this point and leading troops into the city is equivalent to forcing the palace.

This road is so difficult... Brother Chuanqing, how did you persist until now?

Thinking of the depths, Tan Sitong was actually crazy.

A gentle footstep sounded outside the door, and a little lantern light shone in. Yang Rui's voice was heard: "Fusheng, why are you sitting here in a dark and lantern light?"

Tan Sitong let out a sound, freeing himself from his thoughts. Yang Rui stood at the door, waved his hand and asked Ma Bensula to light up the lights in the room, and waited for them to retreat. He smiled and said, "As you expected, the court issued an order to comfort us, and recognized that we were coming to Beijing under the order, and connected the leaders who wanted to knock on the verge, such as Zailan and others..."

Tan Sitong smiled faintly, with no joy on his face. He waved to Yang Rui: "Shu Qiao, the house is so boring, let's go out for a walk."

Yang Rui's face moved, and he watched Tan Sitong slowly get up and walk out of the house, and he followed.

The moon outside the house is sparsely bright, and the handle of the bucket is pointed to the north.

"The handle of the fight is north, and the world is winter... but the handle of the fight will soon turn to the east, and then the world will be full of spring..."

Tan Sitong looked at the stars in the sky and murmured to himself. Yang Rui smiled and said, "You are so happy! This order must be sent to all the yamen in the capital and posted on the streets. The order must be restored to normal quickly. If we act like this, we must be more careful in training... all the things we have to do will be resurrected!"

Tan Sitong turned his head with his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Rui: "Shu Qiao, we are going to die."

Yang Rui was stunned.

"... We did this great debauchery, but one of us dared not kill, we could not kill, and we could not really force the palace... There is still a little bit of scholarly aura. How many people think about us death? They will definitely use all the methods. Even if I die today and Brother Chuanqing will be at the city tomorrow, they will not care... Moreover, Brother Chuanqing also hopes that I will die!"

Yang Rui couldn't say a word.

"... Only when I die can I prove that this path is truly a failure. If you have a heart in the world, your final choice will be Brother Chuanqing... Shu Qiao, you also have experience in Western mathematics. Should you make a formula and how many days can we live?"

Yang Rui looked at Tan Sitong blankly and suddenly wanted to say something. Tan Sitong raised his hand to stop him: "...Your method needs to be said. Brother Chuanqing and I have their own insistence. He is right, and I am not wrong. Why be so pessimistic? As long as we have one day, we must keep peace in the north. Once that day comes, Brother Chuanqing should come! I have confidence in him. If a king will rise for five hundred years, will the saints be wrong? Brother Shuqiao, think about it, we two passionate scholars can leave a note in history books, what will we lose in this life?"

Yang Rui was silent for a long time, and finally smiled faintly: "Well, it's no big deal to die with you... Your chess will be one line lower than me, and this opponent is not that easy to find."

The two looked at each other, laughing loudly. Tan Sitong looked deeply at the south amid the laughter.
Chapter completed!