On the earth in the west of Beijing, a pair of fast horses were galloping from west to east. A thin winter snow remained on the withered earth. The small river was shining with icy cold light. The northwest wind swept with yellow grass leaves flying in the wind and chasing the war horses tightly from behind.

On the horse were Yang Zhi and his newly recruited guards. The two of them ran towards the capital with a serious and silent expression. Just now, they received an urgent telegram from the court in the Xishan camp, asking him to rush to the Forbidden City immediately.

On both sides of the post road are continuous fields and villages. The high Wanshou Mountain is covered with snow behind a tiger-skin wall in the south. The Qingyi Garden, which was burned by the British and French forces, is still half-ruined. The eldest empire has been busy fighting wars over the years. Not to mention that there is no money to rebuild it here, even the Old Summer Palace of the Wanyuan Garden is in a state of ruins.

Yang Zhi once turned the ruins of the Old Summer Palace and Qingyi Garden, but now it has been guarded by the Eight Banners soldiers. A few years ago, the local people have destroyed the buildings, food, bricks, tiles, and wood here, and the treasures found occasionally in the ruins, which have attracted many people to flock to it.

If the first looting by the British and French coalition forces was only to cut a wound on healthy skin, then the long "treasure hunt" period of the Qing people was the re-erosion of bacteria and viruses on the wound, and the damage they caused was no less than the fatal blow of the coalition forces.

Yang Zhi tilted his head and looked at the continuous palace wrecks on Wanshou Mountain and the century-old ancient trees transplanted from all over the country. Think about the beautiful scenery of Kunming Lake. Although it is broken, it still cannot hide the beauty of the past.

Not to mention the Old Summer Palace in the northeast direction, the ruins alone shocked Yang Zhi. It was hard for him to imagine how beautiful the Old Summer Palace would be when it was intact.

The horse was very fast, and Yang Zhi was distracted. He thought about the spectacularity of the royal gardens, and looked back and thought about what had happened in the past few days. He could probably guess what was happening in the emergency call from the Forbidden City today. It should be about the letter from Hong Kong.

Yang Zhi's new life began after meeting Li Tuo. Since his response in Yangxin Palace was praised by Cixi and others, Yang Zhi's luck suddenly became full of luck.

Because Yang Zhi deeply revealed Xiao Letian's old background and deepened the court's understanding of Xiao Letian, no one doubted Yang Zhi's loyalty now. Cixi and others have regarded Yang Zhi as a trustworthy confidant.

On the fourth day of the lunar month, Cixi even rewarded him with two beautiful palace maids, which made Yang Zhi beautiful. This kid would be so good for the rest of his life.

Not only did the royal family value Yang Zhi, but even his new friend Li Tuo brought him unexpected gains.

When the gray official class represented by Li Tuo officially merged with Yang Zhi, Yang Zhi suddenly found that the world in front of him suddenly became clear.

Before he could go back to work in Xishan Camp, a printing factory servant who had not noticed much before came to congratulate Yang Zhi on his new title of two young stars.

Moreover, the gifts given are not too much or too little, which is exactly forty-four taels. This number should not appear on the gift list, and the number is very unlucky.

But Yang Zhi knew that this was a promise Li Tuo had made with him before. As long as he found the amount of gift of 44 taels, it means that the person coming was a subordinate that Yang Zhi could trust.

With Li Tuo's help, Yang Zhi never expected that there were so many small officials in his Xishan camp and the internal banknote printing factory.

After worshiping the sect, these formerly-looking respectful subordinates officially became his direct descendants that Yang Zhi could trust.

In just ten days, Yang Zhi and the twelve small officials from the banknote printing factory actually stole 60,000 yuan of bonds from the Ministry of Revenue.

It was said that it was stealing, but Yang Zhi believed that no one could notice this game of stealing money, because it was a big fake account from top to the next system, and even officials within the Ministry of Revenue helped and assisted.

The money was stolen perfectly. Several departments worked together to protect each other. I believe that with the IQ of the high officials of the Qing Dynasty, they would not be able to discover it at all.

Sixty thousand yuan was stolen in ten days, which was just the beginning. Yang Zhi believed that with more and more small officials who defected to him, this game of digging meat from the Qing Dynasty's financial system could last for a long time. Unless the country changed its color, no one could do anything to them.

It was not until today that Yang Zhi understood the benefits of being in the Qing Dynasty. It turned out that he was so interesting to crush those arrogant and arrogant idiots by relying on his skills. As long as you act very respectfully on the surface, kowtow beautifully, and show a little bit of ability. You can do a very good job here.

I believe that with his Yang Zhi's ability, it is definitely not a fantasy to be rich and can match a country.

"Until now Yang Zhi realized that his first half of his life was in vain. What about doing with the Kingdom of Heaven and what about Xiao Letian? That's all nonsense... I don't care about whether you are in the world or not. I have to ask for millions of wealth, billions of wealth, and everything else is nonsense..."

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure suddenly flashed out on his face. The speed was so fast that it almost scared the war horse. The servant next to him quickly reached out to pick up the reins of the horse and shouted repeatedly to stabilize the war horse.

"Damn, what about me who has no eyes hitting the Lord... Oh! Well... Li Tuo, Brother Li? Why are you running here? Look at this sweaty person, where are you going?"

Li Tuo was riding on the horse and was flying towards him. He turned over and dismounted, grabbed Yang Zhi's hand and whispered, "Sir, come with me, I have something to ask you!"

"What is this? The palace is urgently summoning me to the palace. Is there anything I can't say when I go back to the house to say it at night?" Li Tuo and Yang Zhi got into the locust forest on the roadside, and the servant was outside guarding the war horses.

Li Tuo looked at the left and right and said nervously, "Brother Yang! I just received a telegram from Hong Kong in the palace. The brothers from the Zongli Yamen delivered me a letter with riddles, saying that a big fish in Hong Kong sold Xiao Letian, and said that he betrayed a huge gold mountain!"

"My Lord? Is there anything you have to do with you here? You have to tell me the truth, so I can give you a counselor!"

Yang Zhi smiled. Of course, he felt like a mirror in his heart. How could he have no affairs with him? How could he bypass him? Although Yang Zhi didn't know where the treasure island in the Pacific Ocean was, as Yang Zhi's identity, he definitely knew that such an island really existed.

And he also knew that there was more than one such treasure island, and that was all the military expenses for asylum prepared by Xiao Letian in advance, as if he would use some major plans in the future.

Where does the gold plundered from Japan exist? These matters are all handled by the Fuso Branch of the CIA, and Ryuma Sakamoto is the person in charge of the Fuso Branch.
Chapter completed!