The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

"Do you think he's kind?" With a sudden move, Fourth Master pushed Luanlan against the wall and punched the wall next to her ear hard.

Wall thump?

"I just felt like old friends at first sight, so I felt very cordial." His palms were a little sweaty, but Luanlan still smiled and added fuel to the fire.

Taking himself out of the situation, fanning the flames, and controlling Yinzhen's emotions, being rotten is really not a big deal at all!

Teasing is fun, fun!
As long as you look directly at him, you can see that Yinzhen's face is flushed, his breathing is quickened, and his eyes are bulging.

Look at his thin lips, slightly open, and his neck leaning towards her.

"Go away!" He Yinzhen suddenly rushed forward and moved in the opposite direction, and Shanlan pushed him away.

If the man succeeds, the woman is in the man's hands; if the woman refuses, the man is in the woman's heart.

The Fourth Master slammed his other hand on the wall, forming a circle with his arms, but the circle was empty.

The orb bird in his sleeve buzzed a few times, as if he was hiding bees in his sleeve.

"Buzz buzz..." I was so anxious!

When Yinzhen returned to the car, it became crowded with more people.

Lanlan held Tutu's hand, propped up his cheeks and looked out the window, turning a blind eye to Yinzhen.

"Did you pull a slave up?" Yinzhen originally wanted to teach Luan Lu a lesson in the narrow private space of the car.

One more person is in the way!
A slave does not need to avoid things, but a slave should avoid his master's actions.

What he didn't like was a slave riding with his master.

When the master is sitting, the slave should stand; when the master is standing, the slave should kneel.

"She's not a slave!" Lanlan retorted angrily. How come his feudal thoughts are so deeply rooted!
Tutu was about to get up to greet Fourth Master, but was caught in Roland's hand and held down tightly, and now his palms were all sweaty.

Tutu said: "Ge..."

Lanlan immediately flew away with a knife in her eyes. She was extremely disgusted with this humiliating and humble status.

Tutu's tongue flashed, and he immediately changed his mind, "Rotten, Fourth Master, I'd better get off the bus first."

The state is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. As long as the master is there, the slave will remain a slave!

"She is quite sensible herself!" Fourth Master was pleased to see this.

"Don't leave!" Lanlan grabbed Tutu's hand and demanded sternly.

"Lanlan, I'm going with the carriage below." Opening Leanlan's fingers, Tutu climbed out of the carriage.

It's better to stand, a slave is a slave, why sit there like a dog and make me unhappy?
He moved his butt to the corner and stroked the smooth, silky fur of the monk parrot with gentle and gentle movements.

The fourth master felt this obvious alienation and insisted on getting closer, forcing the person with nowhere to escape.

"I'm just a slave, do you deserve this?"

"She's not. I've told you so many times that you don't have a brain." Looking directly into Fourth Master's eyes, Lanlan emphasized very angrily and seriously.

Do you have a brain?
"You dare to talk to me like this because you don't want your head, because I'm a slave?" Fourth Master said angrily, confused.

The green hair on his rotten head seemed to be on fire, and he said angrily:
"Oh, you just want to take my head off, right? I saw you wanted to take my head off when you were in Baylor Mansion!"

There was a thump in my heart, as I realized that this idea had indeed occurred to me before, and the Fourth Master had been struggling with it for a long time.

However, he immediately denied it: "No."

Deceiving yourself!

Whether there is or not, everyone knows in their hearts!
Lulan made it clear and said, "Get it clear, you want talent, I have talent, I want wealth, you have wealth, we are just taking what we need and using each other."

"In addition to profit, can we not have anything else?" For example, love.

When Yinzhen asked Lanlan, he was also asking himself.

Lanlan said: "Okay, for example..."

Love?Yinzhen thought.

The answer was disappointing to Yinzhen. Lanlan said with a natural expression: "Yi. Aren't we friends? The word righteousness comes first."

Spend 1000 taels to buy the Orb Bird?
Afraid of her loneliness and amused her?

It's because she likes to be lively and amused.

The carriage walked leisurely, making a clicking sound like the ticking of an ancient alarm clock.

In the car, the two of them were each stroking their own birds. The parrot's eyes were half-closed, and the orb bird was still carefully hidden in his sleeve. The fourth master was stroking his left sleeve with a calm expression.

Outside the car, Tutu followed the horse and walked leisurely. The road to Muqiao Garden was still long.

It would be relaxing and comfortable to be her true self.

After wasting a long time, the streets were now filled with lanterns, the night market quietly opened, and the excitement slowly came.

Along the streets, there are rows of pearls and jewels, and the houses are full of luxury and luxury. It is quite prosperous like Qiantang!

The reflective porcelain emits bright light under the light, as if there is a star set on it, so dazzling.

Stars jumped into the carriage from the porcelain wall, and got into the rotten star eyes. She curiously put her head out of the wind curtain.

As soon as he came out of the curtain, the light was dazzling, as if he had been blind for many years and his eyes were open to the light for the first time.

The shops are as crowded as they were during the day, but the things on display are dazzling.

Porcelain is as bright as oil, jade is as polished as water, jewelry is as bright as burning oil and lighting a lamp...

Zhu Yu, gold ornaments, silver ornaments... are carried on the lady's head and ears, and when the wind blows, there is a tinkling sound...

I can only praise it, the light of the moon cannot compare to the prosperity of the human world.

The snack street I passed by during the day met a new snack street again.

Uh-huh……

Chili peppers, sesame oil, fried green onions... seem to be souls walking in the air, making your mouth water.

My stomach is still full, which is a pity. I ate too much just now and didn’t leave room for eating now, or maybe my digestion is not strong enough!
If you can't eat, just secrete some saliva to satisfy your appetite.

Touching his still bulging belly, Roland swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva... Hehe, just think about it first.

Suddenly I saw a large, empty stage surrounded by iron chains.

Below are tables, chairs and stools, a big man sweating profusely while eating, a slow and elegant scholar, a child eating with a smooth tongue, an old man with a white beard and noodles eating them together in his mouth...

Could it be that the lower part is the audience stage and the upper part is actually a stage?

"Hey, Yinzhen, Yinzhen, is that stage used for Peking Opera?"

Holding the parrot in his arms, without turning around, he stretched out his hand to pull Yinzhen's sleeves and asked.

Yinzhen?

This name is so far away. Through the red wind curtain, the distant person seems to be very close at hand.

Yinzhen opened the red curtain expectantly...

The person under the red hijab had a girl's hair tied up in a bun. When she turned around, her expectation turned into disappointment.

"Yinzhen, is that a stage?" Lanlan asked stubbornly when the person was silent.

Yinzhen's confused eyes seemed to be filled with anger, "Who allows you to call me by my first name?"

Taboo names should be avoided!

Even peers who would never be expected to be friends should avoid being friends. Maybe they can't be friends. A high-ranking prince, a mud-stained... runaway concubine... minister?
The difference between clouds and mud!

"Oh, I'm sorry, Fourth Master." Lanlan looked at him apologetically, the water in his eyes flashing, "I just wanted to ask you if that is a stage?"

Why are you yelling?
It feels like I've pinched you where it hurts.

Rotten pouted. "No." Fourth Master said solemnly. There is no stage or opera in the capital.

"Why? With such a large area, it would be a pity not to perform operas!" Lanlan said bluntly.

"Singing opera, where do you think that is?" Fourth Master sneered.

"Could it be a guillotine?" I saw that the wooden stake on the platform was similar to the chopping board used to kill people in the TV series.

Fourth Master said: "Well——"

what?
What a guillotine!
Roanlan was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

But here, everyone eats quite deliciously!Is there no shadow?
Has history been forgotten so quickly?

Lanlan thought about the bloody scenes in the TV series he had watched before, especially the beheading scene at the entrance of the wet market where it was raining heavily.

Rivers of blood flowed, and you could smell the blood through the screen!

Now she's there, kind of panicking!

But looking at everyone eating delicious food, she calmed down again. There must be strength in numbers, and she became braver.

"The common people don't seem to care much about the guillotine?"

"There has been no blood for many years, so people have naturally forgotten how bloody it was."

This happened when Yinzhen's grandfather Shunzhi entered the customs. He was too far away and had no impression of him. When asked about it at once, it was inevitable that he would not be able to answer the details.

"Oh~" Lanlan nodded, but he was thinking about something in his mind.

"Is there no opera singing in the city? What about Peking Opera?"

“If you don’t sing opera, what is Peking Opera?”

Based on this, Lanlan basically confirmed that Peking Opera had not yet been formed at this time. It seems that it does not hurt to return the knowledge of history books to the teacher.

Wouldn't it be clear if you ask an ancient person?Reading is so laborious. Once you remember it, you will forget it. If you forget it, you will remember it... Hehe.

Since there is no such thing, then she will try to create something out of nothing and introduce Peking Opera in advance, or promote the formation of Peking Opera.

Traveling through time will give you the chance to change history!
Ha ha.

After thinking about it, she sighed again: "There is no national quintessence, what a shame, why is the culture of this period so lacking..."

Nationalism?

Another fresh word, "What is the quintessence of the country?" Fourth Master asked.

"It's the essence of culture, such as the four national quintessences..." He opened his fingers and spoke to the Fourth Master in detail: "Chinese Peking Opera, Chinese martial arts, Chinese calligraphy, and Chinese medicine. They are all unique cultural treasures of the Chinese nation!"

"That's Han people's stuff!" Fourth Master said disdainfully.

Is this the attitude of the current ruling class?

Lanlan asked tentatively: "Didn't the current Holy One say that Manchus and Han people are not separated from each other, they are one body?"

I did emphasize that Fourth Master was so embarrassed that he didn't say anything.

The home court has become a mess, "If you are so disdainful, then why are you practicing martial arts? It would be fun to replace the abdominal muscles with fat and pinch them. You continue to learn to write Mongolian characters. It is best to use Mongolian characters to start the saint." Edicts and decrees have been issued across the country. As for medicine, don’t go to the doctor when you are sick. Go to God and pray to Buddha, and pray for an early death and early birth without being a hindrance."

"Aren't you able to survive until now by relying on the essence of the country?"

The Fourth Master was immediately speechless and unable to argue.

At this time, the parrot in Lanlan's arms uttered a few words in a harmonious manner: "stupid swine, stupid swine, stupid swine..."

Realizing that the current situation was embarrassing, the parrot would definitely echo its owner. The fourth master felt slightly uncomfortable and said, "What did it say?"

"Stupid swine!" Lanlan pretended to be innocent and said, as if he didn't know what he meant.

"I'm asking you what you mean!" Fourth Master said. It was definitely not something auspicious or pleasant.

"There is no limit to learning, and I may not necessarily know the meaning of every sentence in English!" Lanlan said pretending to be innocent.

Well, if you tell me this, this parrot may die!
Fourth Master didn't believe it, "Really?"

Lanlan smiled and said, "Well, I might say you're cute!"

So cute!

Hahaha.

It's best this way, Fourth Master thought.

Lanlan saw something new again, "Hmm, what is that?"

A large group of troops drove horses and pulled giant wooden carts forward slowly. Water dripped from the wooden boards, and there were a few more parallel water marks under the two continuous ruts.

I have had too many comfortable days, and I don’t know where the water came from.

Fourth Master said: "A convoy pulling water."

Lanlan expressed his doubts: "Bringing water, why are you pulling water? Is there no water here? I saw a few wells on the way here."

This time, Fourth Master was silent and gave her a look of disdain. Think about it with your pig brain.

Anyone with some historical and cultural memory knows it!
Hey, her brain is really bright. As soon as she thought about it, the words "Bitter Sea and Youzhou" jumped out.

"You don't want to say it's the dragon's curse, do you?"

Fourth Master said: "According to legend, it is the curse of the evil dragon!"

Unscientific, so feudal!
I remember that the frame of Beijing city was specially designed to look like Nezha, the god most feared by the four dragon kings. Probably because Nezha caused trouble in the sea and frightened the dragon kings, Nezha was used to suppress the evil dragon.

"No, it's because of the geography of Beijing itself." Lanlan could say with certainty, even though she knew that the ignorant ancients would not believe a word she said!

Fourth Master said: "Yeah, you quite understand."

Incredible.

Forehead?Why is this guy not an ordinary ancient person?

"Shouldn't you refute at this time? Or will you tell another story about catching water?"

"Why should I believe in these unfounded myths instead of believing in the path I have walked?"

Hmm, he seems to be a pragmatist!
Lanlan asked with great interest: "Oh, tell me what's going on?"

The Fourth Master thought about it seriously, organized some words, and said quite proudly: "When I was 23 years old, I accompanied Huang Ama to inspect the Yongding River construction site to inspect the quality of the project."

"At the age of 25, he accompanied his father on a tour to Mount Wutai. The following year, he accompanied him on a southern tour of Jiangsu and Zhejiang to inspect and accept projects to control the Yellow River and Huaihe River."

"I've traveled across most of the country."

Lanlan listened patiently, this was the Yongzheng she had admired since she was a child.

He sighed: "Hoo ho, that's a lot of work."

"What I read on paper is only shallow in the end, and I know that I have to do it in detail. When I really traveled across the mountains and rivers, the knowledge that the teacher talked about slowly unfolded in my mind like a book."

"First, I believe in the path I have traveled, and second, I believe in the truth verified by the path I have traveled. Therefore, there is no way I will believe in such incredible myths and legends that are not realistic."

"I once went down the river from the top of the snowy ridge, hoping to reach the capital, but there were many forks on the way. The poem goes: The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return."

"The sea is the East China Sea. The water of the Yellow River flows down from the mountains that are nearly as high as the sky. When it encounters high mountains and flat plains, it divides into hundreds of rivers and finally converges into the East China Sea. It is said that the hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east!"

"It gathers like the handle of a fan at the mouth of the sea. The terrain of Youzhou is low and flat, and sand and gravel accumulate over time. The particles of sand and gravel melt into the water, so the water is naturally bitter."

Don’t you understand this by licking a stone?
"One day, I can turn Beijing's bitter water into sweet water. Do you believe it, Yinzhen?"

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