Chuxiu Palace, Cixiu, was lucky to be Cixi. Here he gave birth to Zaichun, gave birth to the only son for Emperor Xianfeng, and finally inherited the Qing Dynasty.

This place has always been Cixi's favorite place and also the place where she thinks the luckiest. She once invited the Tibetan master to read Feng Shui. This Chuxiu Palace is her blessed place for Cixi. As long as she lives here more, her power will become stronger day by day.

Unfortunately, even the blessed land calculated by the master today could not suppress the evil spirit in her heart. Chu Xiu's palace was beaten to pieces. The precious porcelain was smashed into pieces. The precious starlings who had been raised for several years were strangled to death. The eunuch and palace maid who were beaten to death by the board were carried out four of them.

Although Li Lianying is the confidant of the empress dowager, his status in Cixi's mind is far inferior to that of An Dehai. When An Dehai dared to go up to persuade him, Li Lianying just didn't dare.

The old people in the palace knew that Andehai was not a eunuch at all, he was the male favorite of the queen mother, and Li Lianying was the father-in-law who entered the palace in vain. He believed that his influence on the queen mother was not as good as Andehai.

Unfortunately, An Dehai died at the hands of Xiao Letian in the end. Li Lianying was awakened by nightmares countless times at night. An Dehai, who was beheaded in his dream, cried to him, and always regretted that he had to go out to be a military supervisor.

"Little Lizi... don't learn from me! There were no eunuchs and soldiers in the Qing Dynasty. If I take this job, I'm looking for death... I'm looking for death!"

Li Lianying, who was kneeling outside Chu Xiu's palace, felt goosebumps when she thought of the demon dream last night. He seemed to be entangled by An Dehai's wronged soul. Every time he dreamed of this wronged, he promised that something big would happen the next day.

"There is really a ghost in this Forbidden City. I will hurry to Yonghe Palace to donate 100 taels of incense money tomorrow..."

Just as he was muttering, he heard a roar in the hall, "Prince Chuangong meets with him... No, no, no, please invite him in..."

Li Lianying was waiting for the opportunity to leave Cixi. When she heard this task, she kowtowed and took the order, "Well... I'll do it now!" After that, she ran away.

Cixi's anger was actually just a sign of his helplessness. Now it is not just her, but even the entire Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty were stunned.

What is the thing that humans fear the most? It is not your enemy, nor is it a tiger or a lion. What humans fear is only things that they cannot understand.

Why do people fear ghosts and gods? Because people don’t know what ghosts and gods look like, nor do they know the rules of the ghost world, and because they don’t understand, they are afraid.

Sometimes people are not afraid of evil people, but they are afraid of madmen. Why is this happening? Because madmen have no rules, you can find rules when interacting with the underworld, so that both parties can live in peace, but can you judge the inner rules of madmen?

Because I don’t understand, I feel extremely afraid.

The entire Sijiu City was already shrouded in an inexplicable atmosphere. The Eight Banners idle men who were shouting in the tavern and teahouses all sighed and their voices were eight degrees lower during this period.

"Ouch, Mr. Huang, you are lucky..."

"What auspicious thing, isn't that good thing? Is that still the mind to drink tea and eat pork noodles? God knows when our hardcore crops will stop. The territory of our ancestors has been established. What else can we live in!"

"It's boring, it's boring. I really don't want to live anymore!" Speaking of this, the white-haired Eight Banners men fell down with tears.

One person cried, and the seat was not happy! All the Eight Banners men in the entire teahouse were crying. It seemed that the impact of the founding of the Far East on them was really great.

The teahouse owner didn't dare to say a word. The young man knew to poke the stove and add coal, and pretended that he didn't exist, and no one dared to touch the bad head.

But there are always some ignorant people. Among them, a Han boss spitted a mouthful of tea and whispered, "What's the point of crying? They snatched the land from the Rakshasa ghost, and it has nothing to do with the Qing Dynasty..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, "Say it again..." The tea bowl was smashed, and Master Huang opened his hair and beards angrily, cursing at the bold Han man, "You dog slave, you are so brave! You dare to disrespect our country..."

Just like his ancestor possessed him, Master Huang rushed up madly and punched the brave Han merchant to the spot. "Dog, have you been too old for peace?"

"We Manchu protect your Han people for two hundred years of peace, so don't you remember our kindness at all?"

"The saints of all generations have been worried about this world. Without our ancestors, you Han people still want to live a peaceful life? A worthless and cheap life will have to die..."

A place like a teahouse in the capital is originally a place where people are entrenched by idle people. The Han people don’t have much presence here. Even if they exist, they are still the boss, the guys and others serving others.

In addition, the Manchus are still in the world at this moment, who dares not to obey the Manchus? As a result, people from a teahouse watched six or seven free men from the Eight Banners beat up the Han merchants, but in the end there was no one who dared to go to.

"Checkout, boss, let's checkout..." Those irrelevant Han people quickly paid for their money, for fear of getting a bag.

The boss kicked the move and was at a loss, "Master! A few uncles! Relieve your anger, relieve your anger, I have a good tea to serve the men! Stop hitting, don't hitting, kill others, and you will kill you..."

"If you die, you will die! Killing a worthless slave is a dick! My ancestors who killed a city of Han people, and I won the fame and fortune of the Han people who have killed a city, is not your life now!"

"You said! Do you remember the good things of our country? Do you remember the kindness of our people!"

"I understand...I remember, I remember the kindness of the Eight Banners men. Thank you for giving me a peaceful life...Wuwuwu...Men, don't beat me, I was wrong, I made a drink to apologize, I slapped myself..."

The Han merchants who were beaten up were bursting with tears, and they reached out to suck their big mouth, "I am a pig, I should tear my stinky mouth! Without the Qing Dynasty, we Han people would not have a good life, wuwu..."

"I have no conscience. Why can't I remember the good things about Manren? Without the saints of all generations, we Han people would have died long ago... Don't fight, you have money here, you go to drink, I know you're wrong..."

He took out all the last fifty silver dollars in his pocket, and the furious Eight Banners men finally let him go. When the Han merchants stumbled out of the teahouse and ran to the pharmacy, the doctor in the hall knew at a glance that there were at least three broken ribs.

As soon as I inquired about the reason, the pharmacy's servant couldn't help but recite the Buddha, "Amitabha! Uncle, you have saved your life. The bannermen have been so crazy recently. They are all cruel and ruthless. They are looking for evil troubles from our Han people. You have to hide from them in the future..."

The Han Shang, who had a resentful look on his face, bit and whispered, "It's hateful, this Sijiu City can't stay anymore. If I recover from my illness, I will go to Ryukyu to make a living! Oh my god, I will never be angry with this again..."

Just as the pharmacy was sighing, the men in the teahouse who were holding silver dollars to drink were not very happy.

It was a good time to hit someone, but it couldn't solve the fundamental problem. Mr. Huang looked at the money in his hand and suddenly felt sad. He slipped from the stool to the ground, kicked his legs and started crying.

"Wuwuwu...what are we doing? Is it interesting? Even if that kid is killed, the piece of soil in the Far East will not come back... I am unwilling to give up!"

"Wuwuwu...we are so miserable! I was worried about the Han people and gave them a peaceful life. In the end, they still wanted to harm us and still rob our territory... they were not a thing!"
Chapter completed!