Guan Zhuofan put the things he bought into a package, and thought in frustration that there was only so much he could do now.

He tied the package to his back and prepared to say goodbye to the Old Summer Palace.

When he was studying, Guan Zhuofan had been here more than once, looking at the few broken stones left in the ruins, and imagining the scenery of the Old Summer Palace. And today, once again, he stepped into history and could witness it all with his own eyes, only to find that even the most flowery rhetoric was not enough to describe the shock he was subjected to, nor was it enough to render the true splendor of this place.

The three mountains and three gardens have created unprecedented eternal classics, rare treasures, and cast into a rare legend.

This is the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens.

However, when Guan Zhuofan walked aimlessly and foolishly, the scene in the garden began to be like a nightmare, and he came into view everywhere.

Inside the Xianliang Gate, there are dozens of corpses of skilled eunuchs. When tens of thousands of city defense troops were scattered without a trace, it was these eunuchs who had always been despised by others, who acted as the Zuihou defenders of the Old Summer Palace, fighting to the death with their bare hands, and finally were shot and killed by foreign soldiers.

Walking further, I saw Wen Feng, the minister of the garden who committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake, on the edge of Fuhai, and his body had been picked up and thrown aside, and his eyes never looked directly at the sky.

When I walked to Yixiu Pavilion, I expected to see the dead Concubine Chang, the eunuchs and palace maids who were crying sadly. This concubine of Daoguang Ye, under the sudden alarm signal, did not have time to escape, trapped in the garden, and was frightened to death.

One hundred and twelve scenic spots, silk everywhere, ancient books are in disarray, the buildings are broken, and the eyes are full of desolation.

Guan Zhuofan's heart began to twist together.

Such a scene, when seen in a book, is knowledge; When remembering in the ruins, it is the vicissitudes of life; And when I was in it, it was a heart-piercing pain.

As a former history professional, he did walk into history, but he had to watch this living history being ruthlessly dismembered, destroyed, and destroyed, as if watching his relatives being killed one by one.

He finally realized that his behavior was ridiculous - when his family was smashed by others, he actually held a few salvaged bricks and tiles, complacent?

He suddenly felt that his ambition was ridiculous, when the notice of destruction of the garden that he wrote by himself was posted high, he was still fantasizing about the future and food and clothing?

A large group of British and French soldiers passed by the Chinese interpreter, carrying torches, and shuttling through the garden, cheerfully and loudly, as if they were a group of rough and dissolute scoundrels, who had received special permission to go to the courtyard of someone else's house and set off a grand festive firework.

Guan Zhuofan's heart tightened suddenly.

You have a renaissance, revival is revival. You have an industrial revolution, and a revolution is a revolution. You can cross the oceans, come and come. If you win, if you win, you will win. You grab something, grab it, grab it.

Can't you guys be awesome?! Why?

Why should you be cowardly and shameless enough to point this fire and ruthlessly destroy this magnificent treasure? Do you dare to say that this is the so-called punishment of the emperor, and not to cover up the crime of plundering?

The first fire was lit, followed by the second, and then the third...... So the east also caught fire, and the west also caught fire. When the garden was full of flames burning, the scorching wind mixed with thick smoke, and swept past him one after another, Guan Zhuofan stood on the spot, his hands clasped tightly together, and he kept muttering to himself as if he was stunned: "I don't accept it...... I am not convinced ......"

The resentment in his heart was like a glacial meltwater, converging into a stream, and then the stream merging into a river, rushing endlessly, filling his chest, and finally like kneeling on the battlefield of Bali Bridge, he looked up to the sky and roared: "I don't accept it——! ”

The humiliation was extreme, and the pain was extreme, but it stimulated the scholarly spirit in his heart, like a phoenix reborn in Nirvana in the ashes, flapping its wings to declare its noble dignity.

In my previous life, I was a scholar, and in my present life, I am a martial artist. Maybe I can't be in peace, I can't set the country in martial arts, I can't pull out the mountains, and I can't cover the world, but I, Guan Zhuofan, take the fire of the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens as evidence, and I will not be ashamed of today, and I will not be a man!

If you break my things, I want you to pay back a hundredfold. The blood debt owed can only be washed away with blood. This court can't fight you, so I'll fight you.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.

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That night, Guan Zhuofan carried the package on his back, detoured from the Old Summer Palace to Fuchengmen, and went home directly - the British army's once strict military discipline, because of the looting and fire of the Old Summer Palace, cracks appeared, and in a carnival atmosphere, no one cared about the life and death of this Chinese.

Guan Zhuofan's sudden appearance made the family feel happy from the sky. In the past few days since Guan Zhuofan was taken away by the British army, his family has been gloomy, and the Bai family has been in tears every day. She was worried about Guan Zhuofan's life and death, and she resented God's injustice - she finally made such a flying disaster after a short period of steady and stable life, is her life really so bitter? Night after night in front of the oil lamp, I don't know how many wishes I made to the Bodhisattva, just asking her little uncle to be safe.

Now that Guan Zhuofan is really back, this joy is beyond words, but the words that come out are ordinary: "Zhuofan, have you eaten?" ”

"I'm hungry." Guan Zhuofan's face didn't see any difference, and said with a smile, "If there is anything delicious, just take it out." There is also a bar in the kitchen, which also makes a pot. ”

A few ordinary words, but Bai Shi heard a difference from them, this little uncle seems to have changed again.

In her impression, Guan Zhuofan was a typical teenager, who looked like a talent, messing around all day long, talking big, and once he really encountered something, he became timid and cowardly, and he couldn't count on him at all. But after he came back last time, he seemed to be a different person, becoming confident and calm, and when he killed the bearded soldier who wanted to bully her, that kind of courage was really unimaginable in the original. As for that hug......

Bai knew that her appearance was good-looking, from the first day she married into the Guan family, this little uncle would often be stunned when he saw her, and after a long time, she was already surprised. However, the hug after killing the foreign soldiers, if it were the original him, even if he borrowed his courage, he would never dare.

And now, a woman's intuition tells her that Guan Zhuofan has become different. What's different, she couldn't say it all of a sudden, it seemed that she had a faint momentum, and when she said it, she said it lightly, which made her feel that she couldn't help but do it.

She didn't feel wrong. Now Guan Zhuofan is no longer willing to plan for his body and for the rice, but to start planning for the world and for the world, his mood has changed, and the indomitable sense of fierceness, no matter how he hides his edge, it is not the same as before.

So he ate happily, and after he was full of wine and food, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he actually looked Bai up and down, said that his sister-in-law had worked hard, and then got up and went back to the room in the West Chamber. Leaving Bai Shi, who was red-faced and hot-eared, commanded Xiaofu to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and his heart was pounding: his eyes were so strange.

It's not strange to say. If she knew what this little uncle was thinking at the moment, she was afraid that she would lose her face even more, and she would be too ashamed to see anyone-

I want to rewrite the Spring and Autumn Period with a big pen, the world is still like this, and there is a family and a sister-in-law?

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(End of Volume 1)