"I'm fine, I can't die now!" Old Zhengtou wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a pair of old hands as thin as firewood, and gasped.

Then, he struggled to sit up again and leaned his wormwood-like head on the back of the chair to make himself more comfortable. At the same time, in order to save energy, he closed his eyes and preached slowly:

"At that time, my third uncle was a young eunuch in the palace. He had a good relationship with Li Lianying. He also had a little power. I followed my third uncle to visit those gardens! I still remember that there were grand palaces and exquisite palaces in the spectacular and beautiful gardens.

There are pavilions and pavilions; there are "Business Street" that symbolizes the bustling market, and there are "villages" that symbolize the rural scenery; there are also the autumn moon on the flat lake and the sunset on Leifeng that imitate the West Lake in Hangzhou, as well as the southern scenery that imitates the Lion Forest in Suzhou and the Anlan Garden in Haining.

Attractions.

There are also some built in imitation of the poetic and picturesque style of ancient poets and painters, such as Penglai Yaotai and Wuling Spring Scenery. They are all like this.

This is a model of the architectural art of our Chinese people and our ancestors of several generations. Moreover, the Old Summer Palace also contains countless priceless treasures, including extremely rare historical classics and rich and precious historical relics.

There are all kinds of calligraphy and paintings from past dynasties, gold and silver jewelry, porcelain from Song and Yuan Dynasties, etc. This is a large treasure house of rare treasures. It was also the largest museum and art gallery in the world at that time. It was very outstanding.

Share.

At that time, the three-character plaque written by Kangxi Emperor Xuan Ye was always hanging above the lintel of the Old Summer Palace. Growing up, I liked to wander far in front of the door in that area, hoping to see me holding my hand through the door.

The third uncle of the whisk.

The treasure that was snatched away at that time was lost in the sea!

"A damn British officer who was as strong as an ox snatched a golden Buddha statue from a temple with five hundred statues, worth twelve hundred pounds. There was also a French officer,

Jewelry and property worth 600,000 francs were robbed.

The son of a high-ranking French officer robbed several carriages of treasure worth 300,000 francs. There was also a second-class British officer named Hellis, who escaped from the garden in one go.

He obtained two three-story small golden pagodas and a large number of other treasures, and found seven strong men to carry them back to the military camp for him.

Because this man got rich by robbing the Old Summer Palace and enjoyed it for life, he was nicknamed "Chinese James".

These blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign devils not only looted but also destroyed countless things.

There are a few houses full of silk and satin clothes. Foreigners don't care about those Chinese clothes. They drag the colorful clothes out of the boxes and throw them everywhere, leaving them all over the floor. If anyone walks in

In the house, the clothes on the floor were buried up to my knees.

There were also some hungry engineers with sharp axes who smashed all the furniture to pieces and took off the precious gems on it.

As for other people, they smashed the big mirror, leaving broken glass everywhere; other foreign devils held long guns, pointed fiercely at the big candlestick, and fired with ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong, while grinning.

He laughed loudly and enjoyed himself.

Most of the French soldiers savagely wielded wooden sticks in their hands, smashed and destroyed everything that could not be taken away. When the French army temporarily evacuated the Old Summer Palace on October 9, this beautiful place

The royal gardens have been ruined to a state of disgrace.

Speaking of this, Lao Zheng was a little out of breath, and his voice became lower and weak. It was like a gossamer and intermittent, as if he might die at any time, but his mind was extremely clear and his memory was really impressive.

People are amazed!

Then! He went on to say: "The British and French allied forces at that time were so fierce that they looked like big animals. The people on the street were afraid to dodge. If anyone dared to meddle in their own business, or if they were angry and glared at them, they would kill them.

He pulled the gun with a bang, shot you with a bang, and your head was blown.

My poor little boy’s name was Xiao Linzi! He died like this because he didn’t know how to run away from the foreign devils and glared at a golden-haired Japanese devil! After his death, he was stabbed with many bloody holes by those foreign devils with bayonets.

, turned into a blood gourd".

Speaking of this, Lao Zhengtou looked even thinner. He huddled in the large old-fashioned jujube wood chair, looking like a skeleton. His face was also old and disfigured, and his face became like wax paper, without any blood.

, seems to be a person who has lost his soul and is about to leave.

For him, this cruel and bloody memory was not a wonderful memory, but a kind of terrible torture! His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the old turbid tears refused to obey and fell from his closed eyes, leaving him speechless.

Heartbroken.

But the seven young tomb robbers were all dumbfounded and didn't know how to comfort the poor old Zhengtou!

Lao Zheng said without batting an eye: "Children, please don't go out. Even the Qing army is no match for the foreigners. Even Lafayette and Emperor Guangxu in the palace have escaped. If you go, you are not going to die."

At this time, Seventh Brother's fists were clenched into iron knots. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, the clever and attentive angel Yaomeier covered his big mouth. At the same time, he slowly said to Old Zheng, "Grandpa, we are not going.

If you don’t go, we will go home, close the door, and hide to avoid trouble.”

After saying that, he motioned to Brother Seven to carry him onto the bed!

However, before they could reach out their hands, they saw Lao Zheng's eyes closed tightly and began to gasp for air. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Xiao Linzi, I'm coming!" After saying that, he spat out a loud mouthful of red.

The blood spurted onto the gray-white wall, and blood was still dripping from the wall.

Immediately, the seven tomb robbers watched helplessly as Old Zheng fell headfirst to the ground and died.

This poor lonely old man had been alone since he was forty-one years old, and he had never had any good life until he died of misery and anger that day.

He always smiles when he meets people, because he doesn't know Brother Qi's occupation, but he likes to fight against injustices and constantly helps his neighbors, which is not particularly common in the year, so he is even more respectful and affectionate when he meets Brother Qi.

, in his eyes, Seventh Brother is a young hero who is generous with his wealth and justice.

But this kind and stubborn old man never accepted financial charity. Once, Brother Qi bought him two pig trotters and three hard dough pastries. The old man was happy for several days, showing his yellow teeth.

After eating, he had diarrhea for three days, because he usually couldn't eat well and had diarrhea whenever he ate meat.

At this time, the tough Seventh Brother's eyes slowly filled with hot tears, but they refused to fall for a long time.

The angel Yaomei'er beside him was sobbing extremely hard, with tears welling up. Finally, she couldn't hold it back anymore, and finally burst into tears! She burst into tears!

At this time, Snake King Erdan tilted his mouth, pointed at Old Zheng's head on the ground ignorantly, and stammered: "Look, the old man is dead!"

Brother Qi knows that tomorrow is Lao Zhengtou’s 80th birthday. This old man, who has been alone all his life, was not burned to death by the two fires of the coalition forces, but was killed alive by the two fires that connected the city forty years ago and that year.

Mad!

The seventh brother knelt down, picked up Lao Zheng's head, carried it to the earthen kang with only mats and a quilt, went to the coffin shop and brought a good coffin, and buried Lao Zheng's head on the outskirts of Yongdingmen, letting his

Soul, you can hear the rushing sound of Yongding River day and night!

Because the Tutu Master said many times during his lifetime that it was the place where he grew up with his grandmother.

Standing by the Yongding River where Lao Zheng's head was buried, Brother Qi's young heart was beating violently, anger was burning in his chest, and anger and hatred burned his whole body!

I saw him facing the direction of the Old Summer Palace in the capital, howling like a wild wolf: "Baimaozi, fuck your grandma!" The man was already one foot away! When he looked again, he had already flown more than three feet away in the direction of Kyoto.
Chapter completed!