In the big room of the West Building of Chuntan Hanjia in the capital, melodious silk and bamboo music was wafting, and Gu Yongyuan lowered his head and drank depressedly.

Xunfang Pavilion is a well-known brothel dominated by beautiful women from Jiangnan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and its reputation is quite famous in the capital. The precincts are divided into two halls, and are two-story buildings on all sides. On the south side, a winding escalator leads to the second floor, and red and green colored silks hang from the thresholds of each room, which regular customers can identify by the boudoir's owner.

The room where Gu Yongyuan was located was richly decorated, exuding a fragrant aroma, and the high pillow soft bed looked gorgeous and bright, which made people can't help but have the idea of indulging in pleasure.

The room has a table carved from rosewood and a comfortable sour wood chair that was popular with the official family in Beijing, and it is said that you will not feel back pain if you sit on it for several hours. The furniture in the whole hall is magnificent. This room was originally secretly owned by a yellow belt (the yellow belt worn by the official represents the official position), this yellow belt named Rui Ci, although he got an errand in the infantry commander Yamen, but he only knew to indulge in entertainment on weekdays, and before he was twenty years old, he was as thin as a tuberculosis patient. Gu Yongyuan has known Rui Ci since he was a child, and the two can almost be said to be brothers who grew up together, but Gu Yongyuan couldn't persuade him to change his ways.

Today, Gu Yongyuan was in a depressed mood, and the yellow belt Zi Ruici was on duty in the yamen again, so he couldn't be by his side. So Rui Ci repeatedly persuaded Gu Yongyuan to come to Xunfang Pavilion, and said that there was a beautiful girl who was going to dedicate herself to him, and she would give him a pastime to relieve boredom today. Gu Yongyuan also came to Xunfang Pavilion unconsciously.

"Master, drinking alcohol hurts your body." Standing beside Gu Yongyuan was a thin man in a green robe and a flower coat, his triangular eyes turned around slyly, and he didn't look like a good person.

His name is Zimo, the eighth in line, and people outside call him Mo Eighth Master. On the street, he is also a terrifying character, he is the coat in King Yong's mansion, and the eldest companion of the prince's only son. It is said that in the future, when the prince succeeds to the throne, he Mo Ba will become the butler of the palace three products. Therefore, whoever sees him has to call him Mo Baye in a proper manner.

Mo Ba knew that the little master (Gu Yongyuan) was in a depressed mood today, so he echoed Ruici's bad idea and took him to Xunfang Pavilion. You must know that the children of the clan have strict rules, and if he is found to be prostituting the young master to associate with prostitutes, I am afraid that he will break his leg and be sent to the outside of the customs. But Mo Ba has a lot of thoughts, even if he is exposed, he has a way to deal with it.

Watching the little master drink the wine one by one, Mo Ba had to speak out to dissuade him. Although the little master is not young, it stands to reason that he should have started a family a long time ago, but he doesn't seem to know much about men and women, and he has never heard of a girl in the house who has been taken by him. And he has a strange habit, and the father-in-law who serves him around him is around, so rumors circulate outside that he has homosexual tendencies, but it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

To eliminate boredom, isn't it a hundred times stronger to hug a lively girl in your arms than now?

Mo Ba muttered in his heart, but of course he didn't dare to say it.

Gu Yongyuan drank the wine, but sighed softly in his heart, who can understand his mood at this moment?

It's been twenty years since I came into this world. In his previous life, as an orphan, he was favored by Destiny. But in this life, since childhood, he has enjoyed all the glory and wealth. Although he felt a little awkward about being a Manchurian nobleman at first, he gradually relieved himself as time passed. After all, his mother Ji was a member of the Han Army, and his father's bloodline was already impure. In any case, more than half of his body is of Han Chinese blood. His father doted on him, and his mother doted on him even more, holding him in the palm of their hands, afraid that he would fall off and put it in their mouths, for fear that he would melt. Since I was an infant, I have enjoyed the love of my father and mother that I had never had in my previous life.

He was not interested in Manchu cavalry or Manchu language, but his father left his choice to himself. Even at yesterday's sealing ceremony, I heard that my father and Prince Su quarreled because of him, just because I heard Prince Su say "don't seek progress" behind his back.

Originally, the evaluation in recent years was just a formality, especially as the only son of the palace and the hereditary iron hat king, sooner or later he will be knighted. Who knew that now many princes, county kings, Baylor, and Beizi were invited to watch the ceremony with great fanfare. As a result, he did not perform well in the three competitions of literature and art, mounted archery, and lost face.

At the age of twenty, his father had hoped that after this evaluation, he would be crowned the prince, which was the same title as the king of the county, and according to the rules of the clan, he was eligible to divide the palace. But now, he is only awarded the title of Protector General of the First Rank, which is one rank lower than the knighthood of his father when he was twenty years old. Although the general protector is a third-rank title, and it will be an idle position with vice-provincial treatment in later generations, the prince and general don't care much about him, a modern person.

Since his rebirth, he has not planned to do anything earth-shattering. In his spare time, he wrote his views on political parties and political systems in traditional Chinese characters, but he never talked freely about the current situation in Eurasia and Western civilization. In this era, from the emperor to the ministers, they are full of contempt and contempt for Western countries, and they do not think that the war ten years ago was a failure, and it is meaningless for them to learn these things in the West.

Now he is depressed, but he feels that he is too uncompetitive and makes his parents feel distressed about his arguments with others.

Perhaps, he really needs to do something, right? He pondered, could he just wait for death to eat, and let the four words "the fourteenth Prince Yong be mediocre" in the history of later generations to evaluate?

What's more, it is now the seventh year of Xianfeng, although he is not quite sure of the exact year, but he knows that the Taiping army has just established the capital in Tianjing, which should be 1857. According to the original historical development, in a few years, Emperor Xianfeng will die, the Empress Dowager will launch the Xinyou Revolution with the six princes, and the eight ministers will either be killed or dismissed from their posts and confiscated into the army. Among the ministers who were killed was his father, who was the only iron hat king in the history of the Qing Dynasty to be given death.

He did not know how much impact his arrival had on the course of history. What is certain is that his siblings were the first to be affected. In history, Prince Yong Duanhua gave birth to many children, and because of his birth, he became only one son and two daughters.

He didn't want the family to bear the doom that might follow, he really needed to do something. Not to mention, does the land of China really want to let the west wind advance eastward, and let other people's guns and oppression be forced to move towards modern society step by step? How many people have plundered the wealth accumulated by their ancestors with war reparations again and again? He was immersed in his own thinking, and he saw more deeply his understanding of the current world situation. Now, he really needs to act. If history continues on its original trajectory, too many people will suffer.