Chapter 657 Xianfeng: What? Did I really come down from heaven? (please book, please vote)

Before dawn the next day, the prince-consort of Feng Yunshan, walked deep and shallow in the alley where the snow had not yet subsided.

Chiyoko was wearing a fox fur and guarding the archway at the entrance of the alley, looking around, quite alert, and her right hand was still holding the handle of the revolver.

"This place seems to be Mu Yin's house, right? I didn't expect it to be given to Ronglu...::.:" Xianfeng looked up at the five-bedroom and three-vehicle Guangliang gate and muttered secretly. The blue brick and gray tiles courtyard wall was still left with the remains of the plaque "Shidu Loyalty" given by Xianfeng in the early years. The four words "Loyalty and Family Heirloom" on the door hairpin were chiseled into pieces, and the newly hung iron plaque "God of Heavenly Father" swayed in the wind.

"The door knocked three times," the long face of Zhang Fu looked out from the crack of the door. It was Nalalan'er, who was named Cixi. I saw Cixi wearing an apron with oil stains and a half-steamed steamed bun in her hand: "Emperor, Prince Consort...::.:" Before he finished speaking, Xianfeng flashed into the threshold.

Inside the gate is a cracked glass screen wall. Bypassing the screen wall, you will see a very wide yard. There is a large blue and white jar in the middle of the yard. Colorful paintings are painted on the veranda on both sides. Although it is a bit mottled and faded, it can still be seen that the allusion of the Twenty-Four Filial Piety is painted. The windows of the main room are inlaid with transparent glass. This thing is not cheap in today's China.

Xianfeng said in his heart: "It seems that Ronglu, Cixi, a man and a woman, still have some savings at hand...::

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"Um!" At this time, a six or seven-year-old child ran out of the east wing room, holding a villain's book in his hand. Cixi hurriedly hid the child behind him: "Don't make trouble Chun'er, where are you?"

"Ama went to Xiangtang after breakfast." The little boy answered, looking at Xianfeng curiously.

"Zaichun!" Xianfeng's eyes were hot, and he squatted to hold the child, but Cixi blocked it with his body: "Please, please, Mr. Prince." She pushed open the hanging flower door, and there was a cross on the pillars of the room behind the cover. Under the cross were the five big words "Heaven, Earth, Lord, Parents and Teachers".

The door shaft of the incense hall creaked, and Xianfeng saw Ronglu kneeling on the futon of flowers and muttering something. The incense burner on the altar was filled with three pillars of incense. Behind the blue smoke was a three-foot silk painting. A man wearing a dragon robe in the style of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was stepping on auspicious clouds. He was holding the thin man wearing a dragon robe in the style of Qing Dynasty and a braid on the back of his head down the clouds. The city below was shrunk to the size of a chessboard. The corner of the painting was inscribed "Print the first month of the sixth year of the Tianli of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom". The ink had faded into dark brown. One by one, you could tell that it was not for someone to draw it temporarily.

"Emperor...:::::Prince!" Ronglu had already turned around and looked at Xianfeng steadily, "Emperor, it's really the Emperor.::

"What's going on with this painting?" Xianfeng stared at the three-foot silk, feeling a chill on his back.

"Emperor," Cixi wiped her tears and said to Xianfeng, "This painting was painted by the painter according to the situation that Sister Ci'an said when she was in a dream...... It was painted by God that you were ruled by God that "the country is invincible, the country is destroyed, and your life is not over."

"Nonsense!" Xianfeng kicked over the incense burner, "I was rescued from the palace by Linshu! I met Sushun outside the palace again, and later by chance he became a long hair, and was taken to the United States by Lei Laohu...\n..\n.\n"

"But Su Laoliu clearly went to Xi'an with me!" Cixi suddenly interrupted, "Later, when Zeng Guofan planned to usurp the throne, he died in Xi'an...::.:" She looked at Xianfeng in an inexplicable manner: "Emperor, have you remembered the messenger?"

"Impossible!" Xianfeng and his knees hit the altar, staring at the painting, "I have clearly seen Sushun in the United States...::::" The words stopped abruptly. Is that really Sushun? Could it be that monster turned into something?

Also, his memory...\n:::. Will it really give to people, no, to God to correct his mistakes?

Ronglu wiped his tears and brought a thread-covered book: "Your Majesty, look, this is Lan'er, no, it was written by the Queen Mother Ci'an according to what she said in her dream. If you take a closer look, can you think of something?"

Xianfeng took the thread-covered book handed over by Ronglu, opened it and looked carefully. It turned out that it was Cixi's handwriting, which was not dry, but had already dried out, and even the paper was a little yellowed.

The above content is that after Ci'an died in his country, he saw Xianfeng who was captured by Hong Xiuquan in heaven. He was detained and tried in heaven, and was finally sentenced to "innocence" and released from the lower realm. In addition, some of Ci'an's experiences in heaven, "Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Xianfeng shook his head repeatedly, "Why is this completely different from what I remember? How could this be..." He suddenly looked up and glared at Cixi, "You, you bitch must be lying to me, I won't believe you! I also want to take Chun'er away and go to New York to study in a foreign school..."

"Please spare us!" Cixi knelt down, her voice lowered helpless, "Do you really think that King Luo Wu doesn't know that I was hiding in Beijing? Do you know how I escaped during the rebellion in Xi'an? It's all done by King Luo Wu...:::.How could you take Zaichun away without the consent of King Luo Wu? Your life is not over, your life is not over..::...The King Luo Wu naturally cannot send you back to heaven. But my life, Ronglu and Chun'er, are all in the hands of King Luo Wu. Let us stay in Beijing safely! Also, today's Beijing City is a stage, and those who sing operas should sing well and those who watch operas should be well prepared. Master, do you understand?"

After hearing this, Xianfeng stayed there as if he had been impatient with the technique of being immobilized!

He thought he could hide it from someone, but he didn't expect it... He turned out to be performing on the stage, and the people watching the show were clear in their hearts.

The reason why Luo Yaoguo and Feng Yunshan did not take his life was not that they did not know his identity, but that they were the superiors...:::. He was sentenced to a "lifeline that has not ended"!

God has judged this way. Can Luo Yaoguo and Feng Yunshan still slap God in the face?

As the sun sets westward, Xianfeng drags his steps into the small courtyard where he settles in Xianliang Temple. Luo Bingzhang is sitting under the grape trellis and flipping through the "Peking Paleopa" with three envelopes on the stone table.

"Is the prince-consort You Xing good?" The old man stood up and bowed. Xianfeng glanced and saw that the three envelopes read "Zong Tang, the governor of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, personally issued the letter, "Zeng Tang, the governor of Zhili of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, personally issued the letter, "The former Qing Dynasty's remaining minister, Seng Gelinqin", "The former Qing Dynasty's remaining minister, Qi Weizao" and "The former Qing Dynasty's remaining minister, Xu Jishe".

Seeing three "remaining officials of the former Qing Dynasty", Xianfeng sighed in his heart. He knew very well that there was no Qing Dynasty on the big stage of East Asia now, and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Zeng Zhou, and the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom...\n.\n

Thinking of this, Xianfeng stared at Luo Bingzhang and said, "Senggelinqin, Qi Puzao, and Xu Jixin are willing to surrender to our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

Luo Bingzhang picked up the three envelopes and smiled, "Senggelinqin, Xu Mutian, Qi Xiweng has arrived in Huailai. Lord Zuo asks you to leave immediately...::::" He suddenly lowered his voice, "Although they call themselves the remains of the Qing Dynasty, they still want to bargain with the Kingdom of Heaven. Xu Mutian and Qi Xiweng want to suspend the land reform in Shanxi, while Senggelinqin wants to be the Khan of Mongolia. Lord Zuo hopes that you can persuade them to give up the darkness and turn to the light as soon as possible, and not go against the will of heaven anymore."

Xianfeng smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay...:.\n. I'll go, I'll talk to them! Everything is God's will!"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the man in his arms. "The Dream of Empress Dowager Ci'an" written by Cixi himself.:

The next afternoon, twenty miles outside Huailai County.

Senggelinqin's cowhide tent swelled like a tomb in the snow, and the yellow dragon flag on the top of the tent had been replaced with plain white linen. Qi Zao's hands holding Zuo Zongtang's letter were trembling: "This, this 'Zhao Si Fuma" is actually...\n::

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"Fart!" Senggelinqin punched over the charcoal basin, and sparks flew everywhere. "The emperor has already ascended to heaven with Hong Ni! This is the substitute Changmao is looking for!"

Xu Jixin took out another secret report and handed it to Senggelinqin: "Prince Bodolgatai is calm. According to the identification of several father-in-laws who ran out of Xi'an, there was a flag-woman selling scorched circles outside Shenwu Gate, which looked like the Nara clan...\n::

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The horse's hooves suddenly sounded loud outside the tent. Goshha held the wooden box and broke in: "Report! The long-haired messenger shot this thing outside the camp gate!"

Qi Zao opened the bag and the wooden box, and it was a thread-bound book inside. The cover reads the big words "Empress Dowager Ci'an's Dream Record" one by one, and the notes clearly came from Empress Dowager Cixi!

"This is the empress dowager's handwriting...::.:" Qi Zao suddenly burst into tears, "Empress dowager, Empress dowager!"

Senggelinqin grabbed the thread-bound book and opened it and read it. After reading it for a while, her lips trembled and said, "Impossible,"

It’s impossible... Emperor, the Emperor has actually come down from heaven!”

Another day passed, Huailai’s official road.

Zuo Zongtang's carriage ran through the frozen official road, and a newly established wooden sign flashed in the gap in the car window: "Resolutely implement the Tian Dynasty's land system!"

Several measuring staff wearing blue cloth jackets were putting signs in the snow, and the words "The plougher has his own fields" on the red painted wooden stakes were particularly eye-catching.

"Please see, my son-in-law." Zuo Zongtang handed over the telescope, "Qi Zao's Super Bian Camp is still using a bird gun. They are all made by craftsmen in Shanxi Green Camp themselves, and they are not the opponent of the rifled guns of the Shanghai Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau."

Xianfeng raised his telescope. In the camera, the Qing soldiers with braids were carrying bird guns and swords and spears. A crooked team was listed on both sides of the official road in the distance. Everyone was wearing white sluts. It was probably because they were mourning for the Qing Dynasty. But this group of people looked like they were no match for the Taiping Army.

Xianfeng put down his telescope and asked in a low voice: "Whose men are these soldiers?"

"There are tenants from the Qi family, slaves from the Xu family, and herdsmen recruited by the monks from the grasslands." Zuo Zongtang smoked dry tobacco. "Of course, he hated the landlords who had thoroughly "The Land Acre System of the Heavenly Dynasty" - they would rather follow the remnants of the previous dynasty to death.

He refused to share the fields with mud legs."
Chapter completed!