scourge the qing dynasty

Chapter 1 Turns out to be a Western election official
"What's wrong with me? Here and there?"

With a splitting headache, Feng Xiang gradually opened his eyes. After being familiar with the long-lost light, Feng Xiang raised his head with difficulty. What he could see was an antique medium-sized room. Furniture such as chairs and flower stands are also clearly Ming and Qing styles.Feng Xiang was puzzled at first, thinking that I seemed to be hit by a car when I was crossing the street outside the gate of Hengdian Film and Television City, what happened next?Where am I now?

Feng Xiang was really confused. As a top student in the Chemical Engineering Department of Zhejiang University, he and a group of classmates went to Dongyang's Hengdian Film and Television City this morning. After taking a lot of photos, the students who did not have enough pockets ended the visit and began to return to the camp and return to school.But just as he was leaving Hengdian Film and Television City and crossing the road, a car running through a red light suddenly rushed over. Feng Xiang, who had a chance to avoid the front of the car, pushed a classmate who was too late to react, but the classmate was pushed by Feng Xiang. After driving away, Feng Xiang himself was hit head-on by the car, and flew into the air directly, and then Feng Xiang didn't know anything.

Recalling this point, Feng Xiang's heart suddenly moved, and he thought that I was knocked unconscious by a car and sent to the film and television city by my classmates?But it's not right, if I was knocked unconscious, Lao Sun and the others should send me to the hospital for emergency treatment?Why send it to the film and television city, there is no doctor here?Besides, does this film and television city also have a first-aid room?But even if there is, why is there no medical equipment here?
"Old Sun, Old Sun, Ao Dabao, Ao Dabao." Although his stomach was full of doubts, Feng Xiang still called out the names of his classmates, wanting to find out from them.Fortunately, Feng Xiang's call was quickly answered, and the carved door was pushed open with a creak, and a young man in his twenties walked in, holding a wooden plate in his hand, There is a medicine bowl on the plate.Taking a closer look at the young man's attire, Feng Xiang immediately opened his mouth wide, so surprised that he even forgot the severe headache!
There was a reason for Feng Xiang's surprise. Not only was the young man who came in with the medicine bowl not one of Feng Xiang's classmates, even though his appearance was fairly decent, his temperament was so wretched, and what made Feng Xiang the most What was dumbfounded was that the young man in front of him was still wearing a pigtail with a money mouse tail—that is, his entire head was bald, except for a small braid that was not much thicker than a mouse tail in the middle of his head!Shocked, Feng Xiang blurted out: "I said buddy, aren't you too dedicated? To earn a few lunches for making movies and TV shows, and make your hair like this, you won't be afraid that your girlfriend will kick you ?”

"Master Feng, what did you say?" The young man with the money and rat tail was more surprised than Feng Xiang, and asked with an authentic Yunnan accent: "What box lunch? What kind of girlfriend kicked me?"

"Master Feng?" Feng Xiang was even more confused, thinking that my surname is Feng (Feng), which is good, but no one ever called me Young Master Feng?Thinking up to this point, Feng Xiang suddenly remembered one more thing. There are endless Qing palace dramas in the country, but in order to cover up the shame and beautify the foreign invaders, those Qing palace dramas and the characters in Qing palace dramas are all wearing magic whips in the middle and late stages. The big braids that just appeared, there is no such thing as the brain-dead Qing palace drama. The Qing palace drama restores the real history, allowing the Han people who were enslaved and oppressed by foreign races to wear real money rat tails-what is it not to smear the face of the gods?Thinking of this, Feng Xiang screamed even louder, "Who are you? Why do you have such braids? Where is this? Why am I here?"

"Master Feng, did you fall off your horse and break your head?" The young man with a rat-tailed money was very nervous, and hurried over to put down the medicine bowl, and touched Feng Xiang's forehead while saying, "Master Feng, you don't feel well there." ? Do you remember me? I am Erlang, and I am your servant Xiao Erlang, you don’t even remember me?”

"Erlang? My servant Xiao Erlang?" Feng Xiang became more and more confused the more he heard it. He was puzzled by the words of the young man with a mouse-tailed money who called himself Erlang, and felt that Erlang was very kind. Like the family members he was too familiar with, Feng Xiang was even more surprised that Xiao Erlang spoke with an authentic Yunnan accent, but he didn't feel the slightest dialect barrier, as if he had been familiar with it since he was a child. This accent is average? !Thinking of this, Feng Xiang's body trembled, and he suddenly remembered a big thing - what he said just now seemed to be an incomparably authentic Yunnan accent? !
"I..., who am I? Where am I?" A series of strange things happened, and Feng Xiang's head, which was already in pain, almost exploded. He jumped up from the bed and hugged his head. Shouting, "Tell me, who am I? How can I speak Yunnan dialect? Where is this? Where have my classmates gone?!"

"Master Feng, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?" The appearance of Feng Xiang bouncing around with his head in his arms really frightened Xiao Erlang, Xiao Erlang hurried to hug Feng Xiang, and said repeatedly: "Master Feng, be careful, Be careful not to fall. Oops, could it be that what the doctor said just now, you fell off the horse, Master Feng, you may not remember the past for a while. Don't be afraid, Master Feng, I tell you, your name is Lu Yifeng is from Dali, Yunnan, and he is about to become the county magistrate of Qujing. This is Kunming. We are here to pay homage to King Pingxi, and then we have to go to the capital to meet Emperor Kangxi. He will take office soon after returning. By the way, Master Feng, when you were entering the city, you accidentally fell off your horse and fell, and there was a little problem with your head, but it's okay, the doctor said, you just forgot about the past for a while, and it will get better in a short time."

"Lu Yifeng? Kunming? Grandfather of Qujing County? King Pingxi? Emperor Kangxi?" Feng Xiang was really dumbfounded, completely confused about what Xiao Erlang was talking about.Seeing that Feng Xiang stopped shouting and jumping, Xiao Erlang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pulled Feng Xiang onto the bed, and said, "Master Feng, don't worry, lie down and drink the medicine first, the little one will call someone right away." Invite the doctor again, you will be fine."

"What time is it now?" Feng Xiang suddenly grabbed Xiao Erlang's collar and asked nervously.Xiao Erlang didn't dare to continue to provoke Feng Xiang, so he just replied truthfully: "Master Feng, today is the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of September in the sixth year of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty." It's the first moment of application."

"Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of September in the sixth year of Kangxi?" Feng Xiang couldn't believe his ears, staring at Xiao Erlang's eyes, trying to find a flaw in Xiao Erlang's eyes, and murmured: "Impossible, no Maybe, must be joking! How could I be on the ninth day of September in the sixth year of Kangxi in the Shenbian Dynasty? I was clearly in [-]..."

"Bring the mirror!" After thinking about it, Feng Xiang subconsciously touched his bare forehead, his body shook, and immediately shouted again, "Bring the mirror quickly! Quick! Quick! I want to see my appearance!"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Erlang was also scared by Feng Xiang's tossing, and hurried to the table to pick up a bronze mirror for an inn with ordinary workmanship, and held it in front of Feng Xiang. Feng Xiang couldn't wait to snatch it, and faced himself As soon as the photo was taken, Feng Xiang immediately collapsed on the ground——In the not-so-clear bronze mirror, what appeared was not Feng Xiang's dry, black and thin handsome face before, but a white, fat, fat face, 25 At the age of six, with a bare forehead and a braid not much thicker than a mouse's tail...

"God, you are playing with me!" Feng Xiang screamed like a pig, "You know that I hate the traitors and the God Whipmen the most, but why did you make me a Qing Dynasty person? You still leave such an ugly Pig tail?! God, I hate you——!" With a scream from the bottom of his heart, Feng Xiang fell to the ground and passed out again...

Although Feng Xiang couldn't accept it, the fact is the fact. After being rescued by the doctor and the servant and waking up again, through detailed observation of the characters, scenery and buildings, Feng Xiang finally understood that he had become the glory of hundreds of thousands of traversers. One member ran from outside the Dongyang Hengdian Film and Television City in [-] AD to Kunming City, Yunnan Province in [-] AD, and even possessed an alternate county magistrate named Lu Yifeng.After figuring this out, Feng Xiang couldn't help but asked Xiao Erlang, the servant who was loyal to Lu Yifeng: "Erlang, I was a Jinshi or Juren who passed the examination that year? Why can't I remember anything?"

"Master Feng, you are really confused." Xiao Erlang sighed, and replied honestly: "Master Feng, forgive me for speaking rudely, you have never passed the examination of Juren, let alone Jinshi. I didn’t pass the exam, it was the Dali Mansion Examination last year, there were only nine students who took the test, including you, Master Feng, but King Pingxi wanted ten scholars from Dali Mansion, there was no way to learn the Tao, so I found out from the waste papers. Master Feng's exam paper,...you, Master Feng...that's how you passed the exam."

"What? I'm a scholar?" Feng Xiang was a little dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking: "Since I'm just a scholar, how did I become the alternate magistrate of Qujing?"

"Master, you went through the door of Prince Pingxi and the second prince, and gave 5000 taels of silver to the second prince Wu Yingqi, and the second prince got you an alternate magistrate." Xiao Erlang answered in a low voice, seeing Feng Xiang's expression was not good, Xiao Erlang quickly added, "But don't worry, Master Feng, you told me before you fell off your horse and broke your head, that the officials appointed by Prince Pingxi are called Xixuan officials, just like those appointed by the Qing court. In the three provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, they are more popular than the officials sent by the imperial court, and even Aobai Ao has to be regarded as a three-pointer! So as long as Prince Pingxi agrees to let you be the county magistrate of Qujing, you will be the unshakable Qujing county magistrate. "

"It turns out that I'm the selection official of the West." Feng Xiang suddenly realized.After being silent for a long time, Feng Xiang sighed in his heart: "Come, come, if you come, you will be safe. Since it is now the sixth year of Kangxi in the braided dynasty, then the big traitor Wu Sangui and the bearded traitor Obai should not be dead yet. There are still many variables in the direction of the braid, and I still have a chance to cut off this pigtail.” Sighing, Feng Xiang’s chubby face revealed a smile, and he whispered in his heart: “From now on, my name will be Lu Yifeng. Already. The West Selector, Lu Yifeng."

"Next, what should I do as Lu Yifeng, the selection officer for the West?" Feng Xiang thought carefully, "Since I have come to this era, how should I choose? To join Wu Sangui and help Wu Sangui raise troops against the Qing Dynasty? Do you want to be a obedient citizen honestly, and sell Wu Sangui when he rises up in the future, and live your whole life in the court of God? , Expel the Tartars? Or, I don’t seek refuge with anyone, and work alone? But I’m a small seventh-rank county magistrate, with no background and no backing, and Qujing is still under Wu Sangui’s eyes, can I do it alone?”

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