Master Yuan, start!

His idea was to maintain the "rebellious" nature of Jindan Dao as much as possible while preventing regular troops from getting too involved.

It was also necessary to protect the local people. After all, there was a feud between the Mongols and the Han people, and not only the Mongols died, but many Han people also died.

It would be best to leave quickly after the Jindan Dao starts making trouble.

Historically, only bandits and thieves have the ability to constantly move. Once the regular army is separated from modern supplies, it is impossible for them to come and go as fast as the wind.

If you want to push the Jindan Dao westward, you cannot send too many regular troops there, otherwise you will bear a lot of logistical pressure.

The right way is to plunder and head west.

Moreover, even though there are several thousand cavalrymen in eastern Mengdong now, history has proven that these people are all insignificant.

Even without the participation of the Red Search Section personnel, the Jindan Dao would be able to fight their way in and out of Aohan Banner seven times and turn eastern Mengdong upside down.

In the original time and space, if Yang Yuechun and others were not trapped in the Beizi Mansion and unwilling to move, even if they could not become the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, perhaps Jindan could also become the "Nian Army" outside the Great Wall.

At least there would be no problem if they could keep mixing it up for a few years, instead of being wiped out after being advanced step by step by the new army trained by Li Hongzhang.

Seeing that Yuan Xiangcheng remained silent, as if he was thinking in his mind, everyone could only wait silently.

"Why not set up a refugee shelter in western Fengtian and send personnel to eastern Meng to evacuate the civilians?" Jin Bingshi, an internal affairs official, offered his opinion. "This way, we can avoid excessive interference with the Jindan Dao uprising while also protecting the civilians in a timely manner."

"Okay, let's do it." Yuan Xiangcheng immediately agreed.

"Immediately send the news of the Aohan Banner rebellion to the capital. Only after receiving official authorization from the court can we truly intervene in Mongolian affairs." Yuan Xiangcheng immediately gave the order, but before the messenger could leave, he stopped him and said, "However, you can't be so blunt in the telegram."

"Weiting, what do you want to say?" Jin Bingshi asked quietly.

"Let's say the Jindan Dao rebelled because of the arbitrary collection of lijin. Lijin exploited the people and caused the uprising, which was indeed a bad policy." Yuan Xiangcheng smiled slightly and continued:

"In order to encourage industry and commerce and implement new laws, the imperial court should quickly promulgate the law abolishing customs duties and replacing them with commercial ones, and no longer limit it to the three northeastern provinces and the eastern coast. Only in this way can the people have a chance to breathe."

Yuan Shikai decided to take this incident as an opportunity to let the Qing Dynasty implement the law of abolishing customs duties and replacing them with commercial ones in the areas controlled by the Qing Dynasty across the country. In this way, he could openly intervene in the affairs of eastern Mongolia.

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"What a great plan!" Wang Zhanyuan was the first to praise. "This way, the Chief Instructor will be able to establish an image as a pioneer of reform before the world."

"Yes, now Wei Ting is not only a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, but he has also firmly established his reputation as the first person to carry out reforms." Jin Bingshi stroked his beard and exclaimed, "Even though I'm in Seoul, I often hear news of the discord between the Emperor and Weng Tong. I'm sure the reforms in the capital aren't going smoothly these days. Wei Ting has perfectly coordinated with the Emperor."

Yuan Xiangcheng, the "loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty," reached out, touched his bald head, and smiled at everyone: "Am I?"

Seeing the playful smile on Yuan Xiangcheng's face, everyone's lips curled up tacitly.

In this way, after the "loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty" in Incheon made the decision, they sent a telegram to Beijing.

...

What is different from the original time and space is that the solemn atmosphere in Beijing this time is much stronger than the original time and space.

On October 1891, 10, the atmosphere in Beijing was depressing. Although it did not rain, the city was still bleak.

The outer city where the Han people live is not so bad, but the inner city where the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners live, especially the Dongcheng District where the Mongolians are concentrated, is fine.

The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves across the alleys, making them look like yellow paper flying all over the sky.

Many people wearing blue trousers and white shirts knelt in front of Senggelinqin's "Prince Monk's Palace" and cried loudly.

"Monk King, please get up and look at the world today!"

"Buddha, what sin did Dabeizi commit? Why were all the people in the flag killed? Almost no one survived!"

"Eternal Heaven, have mercy on your Mongolian herdsmen!"

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Wearing a white shirt, blue pants and a hada is a tradition at Mongolian funerals.

A group of the Eight Banners of Mongolia in Beijing mourned so solemnly in front of the palace of the deceased Prince Senggelinqin that the nearby streets were blocked by onlookers from the inner city.

2 Even the Manchus are similar to the Han people and like to watch the fun.

4 Weng Tong passed by in a hurry and had no time to deal with these Mongolian Eight Banners. He silently rushed into the Forbidden City.

Something happened to the stubborn Mongols!

After hearing the news, Weng Tong was shocked and couldn't recover for a while.

How could she be killed by the rioters?

Aren’t the Mongolian cavalry the invincible ones in the world? Even if they can’t defeat them, how come they can’t even run away?

[However, things have come to this point. The prince has been killed, and the situation in Mengdong must be dealt with. Weng Tong also feels helpless.

zWithout any soldiers, it seems that he can only rely on Yuan Xiangcheng.

After a while, Weng Tong came into the hall, only to see that the ministers of various ministries and the grand council had already arrived, all of them sighing and looking worried.

Soon, Guangxu also walked into the hall with a gloomy face and a telegram in his hand.

"This is a telegram from Master Yuan. It contains the details of the recent uprising in eastern Meng. My dear ministers, please discuss it."

He spoke in a heavy tone, and after he finished speaking, he asked the eunuch to pass the telegram to the ministers.

q Yuan Xiangcheng, how did he know the inside story of the Mengdong uprising? Hearing this, Weng Tong became alert.

However, before he could read the telegram carefully, he heard Guangxu roaring from the dragon throne in the hall:

"Reform! Reform! I've been calling for reform for so long, but the central government is still prevaricating! Now there's a civil uprising, are you satisfied?

"My lord is guilty!"

A large group of people knelt down in the hall.

Since the emperor was angry, the ministers had to show their respect no matter what. Taking off their hats and kneeling on the ground was the right thing to do.

"Let's talk about Mengdong." Seeing that his ministers were so decisive, Guangxu felt angry but had nowhere to vent, so he could only swallow it back silently.

After hearing this, the ministers who had just taken off their hats and knelt on the ground stood up and stared at the telegram intently.

"Your Majesty, the people of Mengdong have caused a rebellion that has killed a prince. We must mobilize the army to suppress it immediately!"

"Of course I know we have to wipe them out!" Guangxu suppressed his anger and replied impatiently, "They are just a few bandits. The National Defense Army can defeat them in an instant.

What I want you to see is why this civil uprising started!"

In the past, Guangxu would not care why the people rebelled. As long as they dared to rebel, he would send a large army to suppress them.

But this time it was different. He was going to use the excuse of the poor implementation of the new law and the resulting civil unrest to suppress the resistance against the reform within the court.

"You've all read the telegram. Master Yuan said that Aohan Banner's Beizi Dakqin guarded the trade routes outside the Great Wall, exploited the people passing through, and collected lijin. This is what triggered the Aohan Banner uprising."

Guangxu glanced at his ministers and quietly read out the contents of the telegram.

Just when he thought he could use this to gain some concessions from the ministers, to Guangxu's surprise, one of the ministers in the hall stood up in response to his words.

"Your Majesty, I am young and my knowledge is limited. I dare not make any comments on the affairs of Aohan Banner and Dakqin. But I always feel that we cannot just listen to the words of one person on such an important matter." Prince Bayan Nemuhu spoke out to dissuade him.

This person was the eldest son of the late Mongolian Zasak Bodolgatai Prince and Senggelinqin. He inherited the title of prince and held the idle job of Supervisor of Chongwenmen in the capital.

There was a reason why Bayan Nemuhu dared to stand up and contradict. Originally, only the Shangshu and the Grand Council personnel in the capital were summoned for this meeting, but the Grand Councilor Li Hongzao on duty felt that the matter concerned Outer Mongolia, so he let this person line up and enter the hall.

He didn't have much ability, nor did he dare to fight in the battlefield like his father. Instead, he paid more attention to civil affairs.

He originally thought that he was just there to make a cameo appearance and that his presence would be insignificant.

With this thought in mind, Bayan Nemuhu looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, until he heard Guangxu's words blaming Dakqin and referring to his own people, he had no choice but to stand up and dissuade him.

In Bayan Nemuhu's view, the integration of Manchuria and Mongolia was the national policy of the Qing Dynasty. Even if Daqin set up a customs office, so what? Now that he has died, he has paid the price no matter what. How can he be blamed?

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However, Boyan Nemuhu did not know that Guangxu had already reached a point of madness in order to implement the reform.

If anyone dares to stop him, he will not be polite.

"Well, you're right. He's worthy of being the hereditary Zasak Prince." Guangxu said in a harsh tone, "In that case, Boyan Nemuhu, you will go to Aohan Banner to investigate the details. You must uncover the complete truth and clear Dakqin's name!"

Hearing this, Boyan Nemuhu was dumbfounded. He just felt that the young emperor was partial to some and wanted to rely on his "seniority" to give him a reminder.

After all, he is 40 years older than the emperor, and he is also a hereditary Mongolian prince appointed by the previous emperor. It is reasonable for him to do so.

But I didn't expect that this emperor would be so stubborn and would send people out of the capital if they disagreed with him.

The telegram clearly described the current situation in Aohan Banner. If he went there, his life might be in danger.

But if he traveled with the army, Bayan Nemuhu would be in trouble.

Right now, only the National Defense Army can quell the unrest outside the Great Wall, but he had just pointed out in his words that Yuan Shikai's telegram was untrue. Now he is asked to follow the National Defense Army and live under someone else's roof. It is not a pleasant feeling.

Boyan Nemuhu wanted to refuse, but Guangxu did not give him a chance.

"Then do it, my dear ministers. I am tired. Let's discuss this matter another day."

After these words were spoken, no matter how wronged Boyan Nemuhu was, he could only swallow his anger.

"The slave obeys the order."

Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. The ministers sighed and looked at the Mongolian prince with some pity.

"This old minister, please give your response alone!"

Just as the ministers were leaving the stage one by one, Weng Tong took the initiative to step forward half a step.

"Okay." Guangxu looked at Weng Tongyi deeply, then walked out of the hall: "Come with me to the East Warm Pavilion."

The East Warm Pavilion, located in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, was the office frequently used by Emperor Qianlong. Emperor Tongzhi also passed away in the Sui'an Room inside the East Warm Pavilion.

After Cixi came to power again, the East Warm Pavilion was gradually abandoned until Guangxu returned to the capital and renovated it and put it into use again.

"Get a cushion for Master Weng." Guangxu leaned on the Luohan bed and gave the order with desserts and fruits in his hands.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty." Weng Tong bowed in thanks.

"Master Weng, there's no need to be so formal." After returning to the East Warm Pavilion, Guangxu's expression changed, no longer as serious as it had been in the palace just now. "The last time Master Weng taught me about literature was in the sixth year of the Guangxu reign, right?"

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"Your Majesty has a good memory."

"Master Weng, it's been so fast! It's already been over ten years."

"I am terrified that Your Majesty can still remember our old friendship."

"Master Weng, what are you talking about? Don't you know me? I'm the most sentimental person." When Guangxu was alone with Weng Tong, he seemed to have returned to his youth: "If someone treats me well, I will return him ten times, a hundred times!"

Even though Weng Tong did not particularly cooperate with Guangxu in implementing the new policies, Guangxu still had respect for his teacher.