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Since you are willing to kneel, then kneel down!

For a moment, Tang Haoran even wanted to sit on a chair, let someone serve a cup of tea, and then light a cigar, and sit there with Erlang's legs crossed to admire them kneeling like this.

If it was in the past, perhaps, Tang Haoran would have reminded them that everything has rituals and laws, but now, he will not remind these people.

The common people can kneel in the face of imperial power, but they can't!

Tang Haoran knew very well what this kneeling meant, it meant taming the imperial power! It seems that the taming of the imperial power by the officials is conducive to the rule, but at the same time as the officials tame the imperial power, they will do everything possible to tame the people, and in the end, the whole country will become extremely "tame".

Perhaps, this is just a malicious speculation, but Tang Haoran does not mind using this malice to speculate on others, so as to prevent his imperial citizens from becoming a group of "tame" and "insensitive" people in the future...... Well, people.

So, he just stood there, silently, without even looking at them with his eyes, maybe he wouldn't humiliate them with tea and cigars, but that didn't prevent him from ignoring them.

Silent!

In this silent "game", the carriage became quieter and quieter, and the officials kneeling on the ground all looked at each other, kneeling for a long time to make their foreheads sweat.

What's going on?

Almost everyone thinks so, they don't even know what's going on, and they don't know why it's the way it is.

In their consciousness, it is natural for courtiers to bow down to the emperor, and it is the duty of courtiers to start from the first emperor, and it is a matter of course. In the past, they could not kneel to the governor and not to kneel to the commander, but now, they need to kneel to His Majesty, because that is their Emperor Majesty!

But now, after kneeling for so long, they seem to realize that they have done something stupid.

The man has gold under his knees, and only kneels to the sky and his parents!

Finally, they remembered the words of the marshal again, isn't it because of this sentence that the marshal abolished the kneeling salute? Only kneel to the sky and your parents!

Even the emperor doesn't kneel!

This was the case in the past, and it is the same now, even if the handsome man becomes the emperor, it is also the same!

Finally, after a long period of silent "game", noticing that His Majesty did not say "flat", Wang Daxie, who was kneeling on the blanket in the carriage, finally figured out the reason, not the handsome, no, not that His Majesty was embarrassing them, but that they had forgotten their duty.

As human beings, they are first and foremost human beings, and then ministers!

Maybe that's it!

With his head down, he gritted his teeth, then took a deep breath, and then Wang Daxie stood up as if he had made a big decision.

When he stood up, people looked up at him slightly, their eyes full of surprise, but almost everyone waited for what would happen next.

After standing up, Wang Daxie took a stack of telegrams from the table on the side, these are all telegrams that have just been received, according to the regulations of the special train, the first time it enters the station, it will be connected to the telegraph network, although wireless telegraphy is an invention in the northeast, and has long been popularized, but for reasons such as secrecy, confidential telegrams are often still mainly sent by wired telegrams.

Then Wang Daxie walked over, first bowed 90 degrees according to the standard ritual, and then presented a stack of telegrams to His Majesty with both hands.

"Your Majesty, this is the telegram I just received,......"

"In addition to the telegrams of several commanders at the front, there are also telegrams from the chief of staff and deputy commanders of the corps and the commanders of divisions and brigades at the front......"

The message is very long, and it is full of classical Chinese, Tang Haoran's eyes are very tired, so he is naturally more lazy to read it, he doesn't need to read it, he knows the content.

"What are you talking about?"

This is a matter of routine.

"Demand that the Manchu Emperor abdicate and proclaim you Emperor of the Empire."

"Got it."

Tang Haoran nodded. This kind of good thing persuaded by the dragon, no one will miss it, at least no official in the northeast will miss it, especially for the chief officer of the army, now that he has become the emperor, they are the founding fathers one by one, and the future of the wife and shadow is not just around the corner, the sedan chair is carried by everyone, not to mention that this is still a sedan chair closely related to them, at this time, such an electrification, naturally no one will lag behind.

However, for the so-called "meritorious deeds from the dragon", he has not considered that aspect yet, even if he is the future king and the queen, it is also based on the past merits, and no matter whose "persuasion merits", and even in some aspects, Tang Haoran knows better who planned all this.

Although all this seems to be spontaneous by the people, Tang Haoran still smells the breath of "conspiracy", if the biggest change in the past few years is that he has become more politically mature, he doesn't believe that everything is "spontaneous" by the people, and it's okay to coax ordinary people, and want to coax himself......

Even Tang Haoran felt a little frightened - because the people who planned all this, even he hid it, they successfully planned this series of activities in Nanjing, Beijing, Tianjin, and Shenyang, and it can be said that they used all kinds of strength, but they didn't know anything, how could this not be frightening.

Today, they can give themselves a yellow robe, but what about the future?

Now, at this moment, Tang Haoran seems to understand, understands why it is rumored that Zhu Yuanzhang wants to "burn down the Qinggong Building", why Liu Bang wants to treat his "old brothers" like that, and why Zhao Kuangyin wants to "release the military power with a glass of wine", the reason is nothing, just because of power, in order to consolidate power, so those sacrifices are also worth it!

Because they are all afraid, without exception, that one day, those people will give other people a yellow robe!

It seems that the intelligence bureau is going to change blood......

Tang Haoran, who knew that the present was not the past, naturally knew that it was impossible for him to "burn down the Qinggong Building", let alone "kill three soldiers with two peaches", and as for "releasing military power with a glass of wine", it was even more unnecessary, because they did not have military power at all, but the position of the Intelligence Bureau on this matter was doubtful, and in this incident, the Intelligence Bureau only had two possibilities, one was that it had not obtained information, and the other was that it took the initiative to participate in it. The former is almost impossible, then it is clearly the latter - the intelligence bureau betrayed its trust!

Whatever his position, from the day he withheld this information, he had actually betrayed himself! Of course, it also betrays their duty.

Shogun!

Yu sighed in his heart, some things can be ignored, but some things can't be done, the intelligence bureau can be in its own hands and sword and shield, but the premise is that it must not have its own thoughts, let alone make its own opinions, he is just a tool, but now, he has obviously forgotten this.

"Anything else?"

Gathering his mind, Tang Haoran did not immediately pursue the responsibility of the Intelligence Bureau, not yet, there is still a need for the Intelligence Bureau, it depends on how they sing this scene. Of course, more importantly, you need to ask him face to face and see how he answers himself.

"Also, there is a telegram from Tianjin......"

When mentioning the telegram sent from Tianjin, Wang Daxie's eyes couldn't help but heat slightly, as a native of Anhui, he respected Li Hongzhang from the bottom of his bones, although he did not invest in the Beiyang shogunate, but it did not prevent him from respecting the Communist Party, but now, this telegram has a heart-wrenching news.

"Oh!"

As soon as he heard the telegram from Tianjin, Tang Haoran's identity immediately leaned forward gently, compared to the attitude in the Northeast system, he was more concerned about the attitude in the Guannei, especially the attitude of Beiyang, and now Li Hongzhang knew that after he ascended the throne as the emperor, what would his attitude be?

Whether it is war or peace, it can be said that it is all in Li Hongzhang's thoughts.

It can be said unceremoniously that in the Guannai, the only force that can make Tang Haoran jealous is Beiyang, as for Zhang Zhidong's so-called alliance between several governors, it is not a threat at all in his eyes, and the reason why he is afraid of Beiyang is not because Beiyang is the strongest, but because Beiyang has the greatest influence at home and abroad.

The most important point is that after he ascends the throne, if Beiyang decides to resist, then for the Northeast Army, there is only one choice, that is, to unify China by force, and all local forces must be defeated with heavy fists, and only in this way can the reunification be completed.

But if Beiyang chooses to give up!

Then peaceful reunification is not impossible, but how will Li Hongzhang choose?

Tang Haoran, who was full of thoughts, did not notice the change in Wang Daxie's expression, and Wang Daxie, who was immersed in inexplicable sadness, had already shed tears at this time, everyone noticed Wang Daxie's strange appearance, and a few people secretly sighed in their hearts, and when they contacted Li Hongzhang's previous body, they suddenly screamed that it was not good.

"Electric ...... Hmmm......"

Raising his head and seeing Wang Daxie's tear stains on his face, Tang Haoran was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately changed.

"Telegram to me ......"

As soon as he took the telegram, Tang Haoran immediately looked at the content of the telegram, and in the next moment, he stood there stunned, dumbfounded, and the telegram fell from his hand.

The thin telegram floated in the air, slowly falling on the carpet, at this time, everyone seemed to understand, whether they had dealings with Li Hongzhang or not, but for this old man who had worked hard to support the decaying empire, it was full of respect, although he was just an incompetent pastemaker, although he was too pedantic, but this did not prevent people from respecting him.

"Your Majesty......"

"Boss...... Went to ......"

After saying this, Tang Haoran also only felt that his eyes were hot, and he didn't even want to say anything else, for Li Hongzhang, he had always had extremely complicated emotions.

They are like masters and apprentices more than enemies, like elders and youngers than colleagues, over the years, although there has not been much contact between the two, Tang Haoran knows that if it were not for Li Hongzhang's "connivance" to himself, how would he have come all the way to the present. And now, he's dead!

Although he lived two years longer than the other plane, was it his fate that he was now dying with the empire he had maintained?

In another time and space, Li Hongzhang used his life and dignity to maintain the decaying Manchu Empire again and again, leaving countless infamy, but maintaining the existence of the Manchu Empire.

Throughout his life, he was "just a plasterer, who only knew how to repair a dilapidated house but could not renovate it." Therefore, in another time and space, Liang Qichao will think that Li Hongzhang "has talent but no knowledge, experience but no blood", so he will say "respect Li Hongzhang's talent", "cherish Li Hongzhang's knowledge", and "grieve Li Hongzhang's encounter".

This seemingly fair evaluation is actually based on ignorance of Li Hongzhang. Only in this era and in this position will you know the predicament that Li Hongzhang is in. In fact, who understands? Even if it is himself, how can he understand this person who is in the throes of modern national change, and is in pain. His life was full of ups and downs, like the ups and downs of modern China. In the late Qing Dynasty, Li Hongzhang maintained the position of the highest strength for 27 years, and it was he who supported the Qing Empire to survive. So much so that foreign countries' trust in Li Hongzhang far exceeded that of the emperor of the Forbidden City, and if there were no such capable people, the so-called "I Great Qing" would have been eaten away by the foreign powers.

Even now, Westerners respect Li Hongzhang much higher than themselves, why do they respect him so much? Closing his eyes, Tang Haoran's mind came up with another time and space, when the news of Li Hongzhang's death came out, the Washington Post in the United States used the title "China's Huge Loss" to report.

"Li Hongzhang is to China what Gladstone is to Britain, Bismarck is to Germany, Dias is to Mexico, and McKinley is to the United States. From the time of Confucius to the present, it has been a long cry, and at the turn of the century, people are still full of doubts: did China and its 400 million people really give birth to such a great person? …… A review of Li Hongzhang's career in public service will lead to a sad conclusion: he has saved the Chinese from the troubles caused by ignorance countless times, but each time he has been accused of bribery and disloyalty. ”

Now, Li Hongzhang has died, along with the Manchu Qing to whom he contributed all his loyalty, perhaps, this is precisely the interpretation of his life.

"Your Majesty......"

"Let's go to Tianjin! Let's send one to the old Xiangguo! ”

After saying this, Tang Haoran got into his special carriage, and said to Wang Daxie, who came with him, before closing the door.

"Don't call me until you arrive in Tianjin."

"Your Majesty, there is another telegram, yes, from the capital."

Another telegram, this is a telegram sent from the capital, the content of the telegram is also the same classical Chinese has only one core, that is, to invite yourself to enter the capital to ascend the throne and preside over the state affairs, the telegram revealed a news - Cixi and Guangxu are dead...... After seeing this news, Tang Haoran's mood was slightly lighter, looking at the telegram, he knew that his empire was born in his own hands, and now, there was no longer any power that could stop him, even if he had tried to block his power, he had now chosen to surrender in front of him...... (To be continued.) )