Master Yuan, start!

Compared with the original time and space where Cixi, Ronglu, Tieliang, Empress Dowager Longyu and others were both defensive and useful towards Yuan Shikai, the Guangxu of this time and space fully supported Yuan Shikai.

But this is also the point that Yuan Xiangcheng is struggling with.

Under the tide of the times, the Qing Dynasty was no longer able to lead China forward, and the construction of a nation-state was imperative.

Even if the Manchu Emperor Guangxu was willing to see "equality between Manchus and Han people", the remaining hundreds of thousands of Manchu and Mongolian nobles would not agree.

A republic is not better than an empire, but without overthrowing the empire, many bad habits rooted in feudal soil will not be eliminated.

Correction must be excessive, otherwise there will be residue left.

But no matter what, Yuan Shikai never thought of taking Guangxu's life.

Yuan Xiangcheng knew that if he were asked to be evaluated by the martyrs of the Xinhai Revolution in a parallel universe, they would most likely say that he cared about small righteousness but not big righteousness, that his revolutionary ideas were not firm, and that the Manchus and the Han were lifelong enemies.

Although he hated the Qing Dynasty's internal suppression and servile attitude towards foreign countries, that was directed at the corrupt and incompetent Qing nobles.

But the Guangxu of today is different. No matter how he performs in the parallel time and space, in this life, he really wants to be a "Chinese Emperor" rather than the Qing Emperor and the Mongolian Khan.

Before Guangxu became emperor, he had almost no political rights. There was no reason to blame him for China's current situation of poverty, weakness and oppression.

After Guangxu became emperor, he almost had everything he asked of Yuan Shikai. If he had not delegated power, Yuan Shikai might not have been able to build a rudimentary modern commercial, agricultural and industrial base outside the Great Wall.

Puyi could also become a citizen of the new China. Guangxu's contribution to China was much greater than Puyi's, so it was not impossible for him to become a citizen of the future Republic.

"Well, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living."

Yuan Xiangcheng expressed his condolences for Guangxu in his heart, and then gently put him on the ground.

Everyone is destined to die, and Guangxu's death was not in vain.

You know, the emperor and the most important official of the dynasty were both assassinated!

After reading through the Twenty-Four Histories, the only incident that can be compared to this is Sima Zhao ordering Cheng Ji to kill the emperor in the street.

This was a perfect excuse for a purge, and no one could stop Yuan Shikai, who had personally witnessed the assassination, from raising the butcher knife for the Great Purge.

Who are the loyalists and who are the regicides?

Once you grasp the righteousness of revenge, many things can be done naturally.

Yuan Xiangcheng lifted up his still bleeding left arm and frowned. He didn't expect the bullet to be so tricky that it actually hit his arm without a bulletproof vest.

Yuan Xiangcheng clenched his left fist tentatively, his brows relaxed, and he thought to himself that it was a good thing that his tendon was not injured.

Looking at the people fleeing in all directions and the anxious guards around him, Yuan Xiangcheng was thinking about how to make the most of the assassination.

The fleeing people naturally attracted the attention of the Beijing Patrol Battalion. Soon, Gong Baotian, the right wing general of the Infantry Commander-in-Chief's Office, rushed to the scene of the crime with his men.

Gong Baotian looked at Yuan Xiangcheng with blood on his left arm, and cold sweat kept dripping down his body. He even ignored the eunuchs who were gathered behind Yuan Xiangcheng.

It was originally agreed that I would personally escort Lord Yuan after he arrived in Beijing, but in the end, something happened and I was delayed. I thought there would be no trouble.

But who would have thought of it, who would have thought of it.

Due to lack of manpower, trouble eventually occurred. If I had known earlier, I should have stopped those bannermen who were about to leave!

However, no matter how much he blamed himself, Gong Baotian knew it was too late.

"Lord Yuan Yuan, I have failed in my duty." Gong Baotian lowered his head, not daring to have any hope.

Although Yuan Xiangcheng was not his direct superior, he felt like he had lost his backbone at this moment and didn't know what to do.

After Yuan Xiangcheng looked around, he pointed to the sky and said, "Master Gong, immediately seal off the Forbidden City and do not allow anyone to enter or leave!"

Shinomiya Baotian was a little hesitant:

"Sir Yuan, regarding the closure of the city, I must report this to the Nine Gates Commander, and then to the Emperor."

"The Emperor was assassinated!"

"what?!"

Gong Baotian's hair stood on end in an instant, and he suddenly turned his gaze to the eunuchs behind Yuan Xiangcheng.

4The person surrounded and lying on the ground is the emperor, who else could it be?

"The Emperor was assassinated?" Gong Baotian was stunned and his brain went blank.

"Yes, that's right, the emperor was assassinated!"

Yuan Xiangcheng spoke in a cold tone and made his final decision.

"Master Gong, if I remember correctly, your younger brother is a battalion commander in the National Defense Forces, right?"

"No...that's right."

Gong Baotian replied woodenly, still immersed in the emotions of Guangxu's assassination.

"The emperor has been assassinated. If you don't want to be implicated, then do as I say." Yuan Xiangcheng approached Gong Baotian and said softly.

"Okay, do as Lord Yuan says!" Gong Baotian finally came to his senses.

The emperor was assassinated in the street, and as the general of the infantry yamen, he could not escape responsibility in any way. Confiscating his property and exterminating his family would be the least of his punishment.

If I don't want my brother to suffer as well, I can only listen to Lord Yuan.

Gong Baotian, who was at a loss, looked at Yuan Xiangcheng, waiting for the next instruction.

"Have your troops blockade the capital and prevent the thieves from escaping." Yuan Xiangcheng said without turning his head. "Also, send someone to the telegraph office to send a telegram to the commander of Shanhaiguan, instructing him to lead the army to the capital as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, Gong Baotian turned around and left with his men, not even looking back.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Weng Tong, who was following behind Guangxu's rickshaw, arrived late. After seeing Guangxu's miserable condition, he screamed miserably and collapsed on Zhengyang Street.

However, no one was paying attention to him at this time. Everyone was paying attention to one thing: what happened to the emperor?

The personal eunuch Kou Liancai wiped the tears from his face, crawled to the side of Guangxu on the ground, and cautiously used his index finger to check his breath.

"Are you angry?"

"There's anger! There's anger!"

"The Emperor is still breathing!"

Eunuch Kou Liancai was overjoyed, and Weng Tong, not daring to doubt it, used his hand to test Guangxu's health. When he found that he was still breathing, he fainted.

When Yuan Xiangcheng heard the exclamation from behind, he also turned around suddenly.

"What's going on? The resurrection match was won so quickly?"

Chapter 255: Black Eat Black Eat Black

In the room next to the assassin in the wooden building on Zhengyang Street, a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant sat anxiously at the table, waiting.

It was not until the gunshots were heard next door and he heard the commotion coming from downstairs that the middle-aged man's expression relaxed for a moment.

Although I couldn't hear exactly what was being shouted, the word "assassinated" was particularly clear.

"After the assassination, give him 2000 taels of silver, and I'll take another 3000 taels. I won't have to worry about the rest of my life!"

The middle-aged man thought of the 5000 taels reward and was already imagining his future life of wealth and glory.

But after more than ten breaths, he heard no more sound from the next room, and he couldn't help but become impatient again.

"What's going on? Didn't we agree to leave after the attack, regardless of whether it hits or not? Why is there no movement at all now?"

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Finally, after dozens of breaths, he couldn't help it anymore, so he pushed open the door and entered the next room.

But when he saw the assassin lying on the ground with blood flowing from his body, he was so scared that he took a step back and tripped over the door frame.

The middle-aged man got up in a hurry and ran downstairs in a panic, but he happened to meet Ming Ye who was leading the soldiers into the building to arrest people.

"Stop, don't move!"

Ming Ye's loud shout shattered the middle-aged man's dream of wealth and glory.

...

On Zhengyang Street, which is only a hundred meters away from the wooden building, the scene is quite different.

Amid the eunuchs' nervous and anxious mood, Yuan Xiangcheng hurried forward to see what was going on.

Guangxu was seen lying flat on the ground, his Ruyi hat on his head had been knocked aside.

His face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and the small hole in his forehead was either blocked or had drained out all the fluid, but in any case, no more liquid was seeping out.

Having suffered such a fatal blow, Yuan Xiangcheng had not thought that Guangxu had any chance of survival. But now he looked carefully and saw that Guangxu's chest was still rising and falling slightly, indicating that there was still a glimmer of hope.

"Get out of the way, let me see!"

Yuan Xiangcheng quickly lifted up Guangxu's arm, gently pinched his wrist, and carefully felt the frequency of his pulse.

"One, two, three, forty-five, eighty-one."

"His breathing is weak, but his heart rate is relatively stable."

"Where are the pupils? Yes, let's look at the pupils first."

Yuan Xiangcheng remembered some first aid courses he had learned in later generations, and hurriedly put down Guangxu's arm, and went straight to his hands to pry open Guangxu's eyelids to check the reaction of his pupils.

"You guys, disperse first!"

The eunuchs and guards didn't understand what was going on, but they still listened to Yuan Xiangcheng and spread out obediently to allow the light to shine directly on Guangxu.

"The pupils dilate when exposed to light, but the light reflex is normal, which seems to be a symptom of a vegetative state."

The eunuchs and guards stood aside, listening to Yuan Xiangcheng muttering something in a confident manner, and did not dare to say a word.

In their impression, Lord Yuan did not know the art of medicine, so why did he suddenly act like a doctor today?

But no matter what, the eunuchs and guards were no longer as panicked and at a loss as they were at the beginning.

Because just now, their sky collapsed.

The sky was falling, and they were so happy that the tall man Yuan Xiangcheng was willing to take the lead that they couldn't wait to stop him.

With Yuan Shikai as the backbone, no matter what they want to do, they, the slaves, just have to do it.

"Okay, come here."

Yuan Xiangcheng waved his hand and asked everyone to gather together again.