Yuan Weiting walked over to the girl unconsciously, he didn't notice the difference between her and other girls at all, his heart was beating hard in his chest. He felt dizzy, and the hot blood in his whole body boiled, surging to his limbs, pounding his fingers and toes. At this moment, it was as if his soul had left him and flown out of his shell.

When the girls saw Yuan Weiting approaching, they were all frightened by his expressions, and they all stepped back, while the girls in colorful clothes watched Yuan Weiting force them towards them, but they did not retreat, but a look of vigilance flashed in their eyes.

Yuan Weiting looked at her stupidly, and in a trance, he actually stretched out his hand and wanted to pull the girl's hand, but the girl took a step back and put her hand behind her back, Yuan Weiting didn't pull her hand, but actually stretched out his hand to her face.

"Little sister...... What is your name? …… Have you found your in-laws? ...... "The ghost sent the gods, Yuan Weiting actually asked such a sentence."

The girl's eyes flashed with anger in an instant, her face was full of awe-inspiring majesty, and the two Yuan Weiting's relatives saw her face change, looking at her luxurious clothes, suddenly seemed to understand something, sobered up, and stepped forward to hold Yuan Weiting.

"My lord, I can't help it! It's ......"

Yuan Weiting didn't hear the words of his relatives, and his hand was about to touch the girl's white and tender face, but he saw the girl suddenly step forward, stretched out her hands like lightning, and grabbed Yuan Weiting's sleeves and the placket of his chest.

Before the two relatives could understand what was going on, Yuan Weiting's body had already slammed into the two of them, and the two of them were startled, and instinctively dodged back.

Just listen to a muffled "bang". Yuan Weiting's short and stubby body was like a rice bag falling heavily to the ground. A large cloud of smoke and dust was raised. And the girl was already light and jumped out of the smoke.

Yuan Weiting didn't react at all, he only saw the girl's hands grabbing his clothes, and he was comforting himself in his heart, when suddenly a strong force struck, and the sky was spinning, and then he fell heavily on his back, and the back of his head hit the ground hard, and he almost fainted.

In the living room of the big camp. Wu Changqing was talking to Lin Yiqing about Ding Zhihuang.

Lin Yiqing first saw the news of Ding Zhihuang's violent death in the newspaper, and the imperial court only said that his death was simply "accumulated and died in office", while the reports of "Dianshizhai Pictorial" and "Declaration" were more detailed, saying that he was "due to the strange disaster of the incineration of the pharmaceutical factory, he became ill with fear, and his soul was repeatedly frightened", and "before his death, he said that he had seen ghosts", alluding to his death related to the explosion of the Chengdu gunpowder factory and the "popular uprising" in Chengdu. The people of Chengdu do not seem to be interested in the death of this world-famous Qing official, according to the newspaper. After Ding Zhihuang died, someone came to present the couplet. One of the anonymous gifts, the upper link is "hearing the name of the king, earth-shattering, knowing the king's coming, joyful", it seems to have the meaning of praise, but the lower link is a turn of the pen, "see the monarch's government, the dark, know the king's death, thank the heavens", the disgust is overflowing. At that time, there were many couplets with such content, which truthfully reflected the true views of the people of Chengdu on Ding Zhihuang, a Qing official.

Lin Yiqing knew that the people of Chengdu could only send such a couplet, and they could only be happy and angry, and the "legacy" left by Ding Zhihuang in Sichuan would continue to plague the people of Shuzhong for a long time.

Like Shandong, where Ding Zhihuang once served for many years, he left behind a lot of legacies, and now he is in Shandong, just to eliminate the legacy of coastal defense, he has already spent a lot of money.

After getting along for a few days and understanding Wu Changqing's hardships and difficulties, Lin Yiqing generously donated and directly signed him a check for 10,000 pounds from Rothchild Bank, which was nominally from him, but in fact it was provided to him by Sarah, of course, the real source of this money was the inheritance left by Lin Yizhe back then.

After getting such a large amount of funds, Wu Changqing can say that he has never seen so much money in his life, and he can be said to be overjoyed, of course, he also knows that Lin Yiqing will have additional conditions for giving him this money - part of it will be used to pay back military salaries; Part of it is used to run businesses and generate income for the troops; Some of them were used to renew the troops' equipment, reform the military system, and strengthen training -- these conditions of Lin Yiqing were quite favorable to him both for public and private purposes, and he naturally had no objections, and he could not ask for Lin Yiqing to send those Satsuma samurai with rich combat experience under his command to serve as instructors in the Qing army to teach advanced tactics.

Wu Changqing is actually very clear about the current combat effectiveness of his Qing army: Since the extermination of the bandits, the Qing army has not been in battle for a long time, and in the words of his old boss Li Shaoquan, "the twilight is gloomy", and now the sea is restless, if there is really another war, its combat effectiveness is worrisome, and he also wants to improve the combat effectiveness of his troops, and now Lin Yiqing's reform proposal can be said to be in his arms.

In the past few days, his conversation with Lin Yiqing has always revolved around this topic, and many specific regulations have been agreed.

"Ding Zhihuang is so old, it's okay to go like this, if you wait for a break to beg and retreat, I am afraid that Shu will be rotten." Lin Yiqing sighed.

Ding Zhihuang has been in Shandong for many years, and the trouble left by the local army alone is enough for him to have a headache for a while.

"But there are still people in the court who respect him very much, and they write to the court to give him a glorious ceremony, and pay the history of the country to pass it on, thinking that he is a model for the world's scholars, which is really ridiculous!" Wu Changqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If all the officials in the world are like him, we martial artists can only wait for death." ”

"It won't always be like this." Lin Yiqing said with a smile, "Now that this generation is gone, it is time for us to do the next great cause of peace and prosperity." ”

While the two were talking, one of Wu Changqing's subordinates stumbled in.

"What's so flustered?" Seeing that his subordinates behaved so unsteadily in front of distinguished guests, Wu Changqing couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and shouted loudly.

"Your Excellency! Yuan...... Yuan Huiban...... To Miss Lin...... fell ......" the general manager peeked at Lin Yiqing and snorted.

"What?" Wu Changqing was stunned at first when he heard the report, he saw that the general eyes looked at Lin Yiqing, and immediately understood who the "Miss Lin" in the general manager's mouth was, and what happened just now, and his face turned blue in an instant.

"Wu Zhaoyou!"

"Mark it in!" A commander who was nearly fifty years old hurriedly stepped forward and responded with a fist.

"You're going right over. Tie up this bastard thing Yuan Weiting to me! ”

And heard the name "Yuan Weiting". Lin Yiqing's heart couldn't help but move.

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