Western Front, Sherlovayagora, where the headquarters of the Western Front of the coalition forces is located.

Today is February 15, 1904, the 30th day of the Chinese lunar calendar, that is, Chinese New Year's Eve.

A simple stage was erected in the open space to the south of the town, and a banner was displayed on the curtain wall, which read: "Spring Festival Gala of the Headquarters of the Western Front".

At dusk, pine torches were lit around the venue, and large electric lights were lit on the stage.

The stage was full of small benches, crowded with gray wool cotton hats sewn with the golden dragon driving cloud military insignia, and under the cotton hats were full of faces, and from time to time someone hiccuped, and the smell of wine jumped out of everyone's mouth with the white vapor to merge into the air.

On the small bench in the front row, a dozen or so men in general's tweed coats were divided into three or four small groups, talking to each other, judging from their red faces, they must have swallowed a lot of Moutai liquor.

The handsome man on the left, tilting his head slightly, looked lazy, and spoke in a brisk and casual tone. At first glance, he is only about 30 years old, but he is actually 39 years old. He was Lieutenant General Zhao Feixue, commander of the First Group Army and commander of the First Army, and he was casually shouting at this time: "There's nothing to worry about, everything is properly planned, just waiting to drive Lao Maozi across Lake Baikal in one go!" ”

The man with a gloomy expression on Zhao Feixue's right hand looked older than Zhao Feixue, his real age was only thirty-four years old, and it was Lieutenant General Qin Feiye, the chief of staff of the First Group Army and the First Army. ”

Zhao Feixue held her knees and looked up and smiled: "Oh, ha, ha, this doesn't bother the chief of staff, I believe that even if there is a major mistake in the plan, you generals who have been in battle for a long time only need to spend the strength to raise a finger, and you can easily adjust it." ”

Qin Feiye's nose was a little crooked.

"Ah, yes, why hasn't Wu Weigong come yet, he doesn't finish his words quickly, how can everyone watch the show?"

A general here with a thin mustache, a tiger's back, a strong face, and an open-mouthed speech is none other than Lieutenant General Xiao Lieri, commander of the Second Army.

Hu Wei, the chief of staff of the Second Army beside him, hurriedly dissuaded: "You keep quiet, you want the whole world to hear it." ”

"Huh? Is there anything wrong? ”

"In short, don't just take Wu Weigong as the object of complaining."

Xiao Lieri stroked the Qinglong Yanyue Knife at his feet, and sighed lightly with a smile: "Hey, it's just a matter of telling the truth, Chinese New Year's Eve, relax, relax......"

"There are limits to relaxation."

The person who said this was none other than General Liang Tianhe, commander of the Second Group Army, who and Lieutenant General Zhang Yiye, chief of staff of the group army, were both the so-called "old descendants" of Liu Yun.

"The war is still going on, whether you are a soldier or a general, you must always remember your duty."

After Liang Tianhe finished speaking, he turned his head triumphantly and discussed with Zhang Yiye about the Moutai at the banquet that night.

Xiao Lieri was bored, and angrily turned to Lieutenant General Zhao Minhe, the commander of the Fourth Army, on the other side, and said in a low voice: "Commander Zhao, look at this...... What a proud ......"

Zhao Minhe pouted and smiled: "You deserve it, people are different from you." ”

Xiao Lieri stepped on the long knife, and suddenly remembered a topic that could be used to be happy: "Commander Zhao, it's been almost half a year, I'm afraid that your flower-like ladies are already lonely, be careful that someone takes advantage of the weakness to get in......"

"Don't worry about it, brother, I've already arranged ......"

"I'm worried, someone is guarding and stealing......"

"Why isn't my brother worried about his wife?"

"Ah, my wife is so ugly, no one will steal it......"

Zhao Minhe was speechless for a while.

"It's coming! Here it comes! Wu Weigong has come to power! ”

Liu Yun, dressed in a dazzling marshal's dress and a blue silk ribbon, walked energetically to the podium in the center of the stage, followed by two black-uniformed guards, General Zhong Xiahuo, commander of the Western Front, and General Deng Jian, chief of staff.

There was immediately thunder of joy at the venue, and countless innocent cotton hats were fiercely raised in the air by the owner and vigorously shaken, creating a turbulent sea of cotton hats.

"Hooray! Banzai! ”

"Long live Wu Wei Gong! Banzai! Hooray! ”

"Long live the Empire, long live Marshal Liu! Long live Marshal Liu! ”

The slogans of the Great Rebellion poured in undisguised, competing towards the end of the heavens.

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live."

On the large square in front of the Jingshi, the Imperial Palace, and the Taihe Palace, hundreds of officials dressed in Western-style dresses and ribbons are kneeling down on one knee towards the Guangxing Emperor who is wearing a dragon robe and hanging a sword in the main hall.

The thirty-three-year-old Guangxing Emperor Zai Tian (the original word plus three points of water) raised his hand, and the eunuch beside him spoke in a sharp voice: "Zhongqing is ...... flat"

The eunuch's tail note is drawn long, long, like the droppings of a snail or earthworm.

Emperor Guangxing's face was pale, his demeanor was weak, and under his bright clothes, his lifeless body was wrapped, and the bloodline of the Aixin Jueluo family was passed down to this generation, and it was not only the ancestors' fierce martial arts that were diluted.

"The last item of the hundred officials to congratulate the ceremony, summoned according to the list, the first place, Liu Pingjin, the prince of Xuanwuwei, met ......"

The eunuch pulled out longer vermicompost droppings.

A young man dressed in a formal four-grade dress left the chessboard-like square team and went to the front of the palace to meet under the guidance of the eunuch. This young man has a slightly dark complexion, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wide ears and long arms, which has already attracted the praise of the officials present, and the relevant remarks are as follows:

"Wow, handsome, handsome, cool, I'm salivaing, my daughter is married to him."

"Hmph, who told you that my daughter can't marry this son?"

"Don't argue, in fact, Wu Weigong and I married my daughter for him long before this prince was born."

"What kind of fart are you farting, your daughter is a pig's head at all, and you want to match this son of Yushu Linfeng? Eight lifetimes of daydreaming! ”

"Damn, how good is your daughter, bull head and bear waist, she is not a human creature at all!"

"Wow wow, you kid, I'm so angry, look at the knife ......"

"You guys are arguing, didn't you see that yesterday this son begged my family's three-year-old fan to marry him with a lazy face?"

"Too lazy to pay attention to you, nerves!"

(The above remarks are pure fiction)

Liu Ping was led to the throne and was about to kneel, when Emperor Guangxing raised his hand and said, "Aiqing is exempt." ”

Emperor Guangxing looked the young man up and down, nodded and said: "I have heard that the prince of Wuwei has clear eyebrows and heroic spirit, and when I saw it today, it was really so, very good, very good." ”

"Emperor Xie praised."

"This is for you, just as a New Year's gift."

After that, Emperor Guangxing took off the sachet he was carrying and handed it to Liu Ping.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Liu Ping elegantly took the sachet with both hands and stuffed it into the big pocket of the dress.

"Your father has worked hard and made great achievements, like my left and right arms, I hope you can also follow your father's example, do a career for the empire, and do a career for the people of the world."

"The ministers obey the Emperor's hadith."

An hour later, the Jinshui Bridge was crowded with officials who were about to leave the palace.

A small car blocked the front of the flow of people, and as soon as the door opened, a beautiful girl with eyebrows like crescent moon, eyes like moist beads, lips like cherry blossoms, and skin like snow jumped out of a beautiful girl, carrying a bright red dress of tweed, and jumped three times and rushed to the Jinshui Bridge.

"Brother......

The girl pounced on Liu Ping, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the car.

Liu Ping tilted his head and struggled: "Let it go...... Stupid, it's ugly, it's in front of the palace......"

"What bullshit palace, didn't you hear Xiaofeng say, the real palace is actually in our house?"

"No matter so much, in short, let it go first, it's ugly to death!"

"No, I waited outside for so long just to go home with you!"

"Ahh

The girl immediately reflexively stretched out her hand, and Liu Ping took out the sachet in his pocket.

"Ah, that's beautiful, then, brother, let's go."

Completely ignoring Liu Ping's bitter face, the girl dragged him all the way into the car.

At this time, there were all kinds of remarks accompanied by spittle among the officials:

"Wu Weigong's daughter, oh my God, a peerless beauty...... Be the first to start! ”

"It's useless, my family has already been decided, how can I say that I am also a hereditary duke, and I am right......"

"Hehe, you idiots don't know what to do, this daughter has already been engaged to my third son......"

"You're here again, aren't you annoying......"

"You scumbag prodigal sons, how can you be worthy of the daughter of the Wuwei family, or the ...... of my family?"

"Don't fart, what kind of cheating in the junior high school graduation exam in your family was caught, I thought we didn't know what to do......"

On the other hand, a small group of so-called "noble children" cast a poisonous insect-like gaze at Liu Yun's pair of children.

One of the young men who was over twenty years old was the emperor's sixth brother, Baylor Zaixun, who was clenching his fists hatefully, frowning and saying: "It's really hateful, let Liu Yun's evil seed be out of the limelight, I knew that Lu Dao would send someone to destroy Liu Yun's family first." ”

"Hmph, what's not to do, as long as Xun Bei Leken supports it financially, what's so difficult to kill the whole family surnamed Liu."

Duanjun Wang Zaiyi smiled inexplicably happily, like a cockroach who was only in a hurry to mate.

"yes, that's what you mean, too? It's better to combine the roads on both sides of us and make a big deal, and the money thing is completely out of the question. ”

"Hmph, don't worry, Baylor, my path is wide."

The cockroach cocked its long tentacles and shook and swayed.

"Wait, rebel thief Liu Yun, I want you to know how powerful the Dao loves the Xinjue Luo family!"