Master Yuan, start!

"I'm sorry, sir. I was so angry that I lost my mind. Look at the damage to the tables and chairs. I will definitely compensate you according to the price!"

The storyteller dared not let Zhao Liu have any contact with him again, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing! I feel the same way about the hatred these strong men have for foreigners.

At this critical moment for the country, if I were not so old, I would have joined the army and fought on the battlefield. A few pieces of wood would not have cost so many brave men so much."

Zhao Liu's face turned red. He didn't expect that he had misunderstood others, but the other party didn't care. He also forcibly took out a few silver coins from his pocket and forced them into the storyteller's hands.

The storyteller naturally disagreed, fearing that getting involved with these people would lead to further trouble.

Just as the two were pulling each other, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the gate.

Before anyone in the hall could react, someone from the Infantry Commander's Office walked in wearing armor and helmets, holding steel knives.

"I'm Gong Baotun, commander of the Right Division of the Patrol Battalion of the Infantry General's Office. I heard someone is causing trouble here. Who is it?"

"Oh, Master Gong, it's nothing, just a small misunderstanding. I don't know who spread the false news and why you were called here." When the storyteller saw that people from the Infantry Commander's Office had arrived, he ignored the pain in his body and hurried to the door to comfort them.

He didn't want this group of bodyguards to be captured in Liuliting. If that happened, he would be in trouble when they got out.

"Huh? Nothing?" Gong Baotun looked at the messy tables in the venue and frowned.

The New Year is coming soon, and even if there is nothing else, he has to find something to do. His brothers in the Tongtong Yamen are free, so doesn’t it cost money to make a trip?

If you don’t leave some money for warding off disasters, you will have to spend this year in jail!

Tan Sitong could see clearly from the second floor and knew that these bodyguards were also very patriotic and a little impatient.

At the same time, he also knew that the commander in front of him would not give up until he got the money.

So Tan Sitong ran downstairs while touching the banknotes in his arms: "This is Gong Dusi, Mr. Gong.

This is absolutely true. It was indeed a few escorts who were having a good time drinking and accidentally knocked over a few chairs. The talk of a riot is nonsense, absolutely nonsense!"

"Well, bodyguard?" Gong Baotian raised his eyebrows.

He heard that the escort agency's business has been booming over the past year. They can earn a thousand taels of silver from each escort trip. Even if there are more than a dozen escorts sharing the profits, each person will earn nearly a hundred taels of silver.

Since he is a bodyguard, I have to make a lot of money from him!

"Master Gong, I am a scholar from Hunan. My father is Tan Jixun, the seventh governor of Gansu. What happened today was indeed caused by excessive drinking. I hope you will bear with me. Bear with me."

Tan Sitong approached Gong Baotian and, using his back to hide, stuffed the 50-liang silver note into the sleeve of the person opposite him.

Gong Baotian looked at the banknotes in his hand and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Looking at Tan Sitong's expectant eyes, he felt a little troubled again.

Under normal circumstances, he would have turned a blind eye to the 50 taels of silver, but now that the New Year is approaching, the brothers have to spend a large amount of money to buy New Year's goods, otherwise they can't spend the whole year in discomfort.

50 taels is really not enough!

But the kid in front of me said that his father was the governor of Gansu, which is really difficult to deal with.

Forget it, leave him alone!

Gong Baotian made up his mind and stuffed the 50 taels back into Tan Sitong's hand, and whispered to him: "Mr. Tan, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I have to act impartially under the emperor's feet."

After saying this, without waiting for anyone to react, he passed by Tan Sitong and shouted to the escorts:

"I want to see who dares to mess around in this prime place in the capital. Do you think I can't tell the difference between drinking and causing trouble?

Today, I will bring all of you back to the government office for questioning!"

"What a big tone! I want to see who wants to arrest our Yuanshun Escort Agency's people!" The man called Fifth Brother by the escorts shouted, took off his felt hat and raised his eyebrows to ask back.

"Brother Wang Wu?!"

"Wang Wu?"

"Brother Tan?"

Tan Sitong, Gong Baotun and Wang Wu the Big Knife were all surprised.

Chapter 115 Everyone's Eyes Are on Me

Everyone in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment. How come there was a tit-for-tat trend just now, but now it became somewhat ambiguous?

Tan Sitong didn't care about that. He immediately grabbed Wang Wu's arm and said kindly:

"Brother Wang Wu, I didn't expect to see you here again. I thought you were working in Tianjin. Why are you in Beijing?"

"It's a long story, a long story." Wang Qi felt very familiar when he saw Tan Sitong.

In the second year of the Guangxu period, when Tan Sitong was 12 years old, he fell seriously ill and was in a coma for three days.

Everyone thought he was doomed, but he miraculously revived, so Tan Sitong took the courtesy name "Fu Sheng".

After recovering, Tan Sitong deeply felt the importance of good physical health.

So he got acquainted with Wang Wu, the well-known "righteous man" in Beijing at that time, and learned martial arts from him to strengthen his body. The two became close friends.

During the Hundred Days' Reform in the original time and space, after Wang Wu learned that Tan Sitong was imprisoned, he conspired to rescue Tan.

However, when he was rushed to the prison cell, he was firmly refused by Tan Sitong at that time, and in the end he could only watch the Six Gentlemen of the Reform Movement of 1898 being beheaded at Caishikou.

It can be said that this is a great regret in life.

Wang Wu and Tan Sitong had not seen each other for more than ten years since the second year of the Guangxu period. When they met now, they naturally held hands tightly for a long time.

"cough!"

Gong Baotun coughed twice to show that he was still there.

Wang Wu held Tan Sitong behind him and said to Gong Baotian, "I wonder how Lord Gong will handle matters impartially. Let me ask you clearly.

If you feel that these escorts in the hall cannot explain clearly, I can also ask Eunuch Li Lianying from the palace to report back to His Majesty the Palace."

Wang Wu escorted treasures from the Imperial Household Department several times, and he also came into contact with Li Lianying.

Although we are not familiar with each other, now that something has happened, it is natural for me to use the big banner and show off my skills.

Unexpectedly, the commander Gong Baotun changed his tone and said to Wang Wu politely:

"It's a misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding"

"Oh?" Wang Wu raised his eyebrows. "Then it seems there's no need to look for Eunuch Li."

"It's not about Eunuch Li. I just heard someone say that your name is Wang Wu?" Gong Baotun asked.

"I will always keep my name and surname. I am Wang Wu."

"If that's the case, Brother Wang Wu, I wonder if you remember that I have a disciple named Gong Baotian."

"Gong Baotian?" Wang Wu's eyes rolled, as if he was trying hard to recall.

“It seems there is such a person.”

Having said this, Wang Wu suddenly woke up.

"Gong Baotian, your name is Gong Baotun, could it be that you are this person..."

"That's right. Baotian is my younger brother. He studied martial arts under Brother Wang Wu. I have always heard of Brother Wang Wu's great name, but unfortunately I have never met him."

Gong Baotun sheathed his sword and continued:

"I never thought I would see it in such a situation today. It's really like a flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and our own people almost hurt our own people."

The culture of practicing martial arts was prevalent in northern Zhili. If a family's children had no interest in taking the imperial examinations, they would most likely be dragged by their elders to become apprentices and learn martial arts.

Gong Baotun was no exception. Seeing that his younger brother Baotian was not a good student, he wanted to learn martial arts from a famous teacher.

Among the most famous boxers in the world today, although Huang Feihong is famous in the south, he is in Guangdong, which is too far away;

Although Huo Yuanjia was in Tianjin, he was a little young, about the same age as his younger brother, so it was not appropriate for him to become his disciple.

After searching for a long time, the most suitable person was Wang Wu, the big knife master in the capital. He was well-known and more than 20 years older than his brother. Although he was good at swordsmanship, he must have been good at boxing as well, making him a perfect candidate to be a master.

So he asked his younger brother to become his disciple and learn martial arts.

However, due to my busy official duties, I was unable to personally send my brother to become his disciple.

I never thought we would meet under such circumstances today. It's so embarrassing.

So after some explanation, the parties put away their tense attitudes.

The soldiers of the yamen put down their swords, the bodyguards in the hall loosened their fists, and the storyteller also put down the trouser legs he had just picked up, ready to use for running away in case of a fight.

The contradiction has completely disappeared.

Gong Baotun, the commander of the Infantry Commander's Office, clasped his fists and apologized, then returned with his men.

Only Tan Sitong, Wang Wu and his group remained in the Liuliting Restaurant.

After greeting the chef on the second floor, Tan Sitong and Wang Wu walked into the private room on the first floor.

The two of them were filled with emotion as they reminisced about the past, only to realize that each other's lives had not been ordinary for over a decade.

Wang Wu's experience as an escort took him from the Mongolian trading city in the north to the Dian Cang Mountain in the south; Tan Sitong's visits to the ten eastern provinces of the Han area were equally exciting.

"So, Brother Tan, you had to come to the capital because of the reform?" Wang Wu asked.

"Huh? Why did Brother Wang Wu say that?" Tan Sitong asked in confusion.

"Hey, you know, our escort team travels all over the world, and besides delivering goods, we can also escort people.

Since last year, many scholars in provincial capitals have claimed that they are being wanted by the government. Every time we escort goods back to Beijing, there are scholars who want to return with us.

They said it was safer because they were afraid they would be caught by criminals on the road."

Upon hearing this, Tan Sitong could only smile bitterly: "I didn't expect the situation in other places to be similar to Shanghai. Now it seems that there are probably quite a few scholars gathered in the capital."

"Who says it's not true? This imperial court is truly shameless. It's fine if they don't care about the lives of the people, but they even want to arrest scholars like Brother Tan.

"Forcing people to dig dirt, is this trying to compare yourself to the First Emperor? This really doesn't act like the imperial court at all!"

After a moment of silence, Wang Wu asked:

"Brother Tan, you said you were discussing with Master asking the Governor for help to rescue Yang Shenxiu?"

"That's right, but I don't know if this will work. I can only give it a try."

Wang Wu's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly to Tan Sitong:

"Brother Tan, you know the affairs of scholars best, so if you use literature to save people, everything will be fine if you succeed.

If the literary method fails to save him, then I, Wang Wu, can also use the martial arts method to rescue Master Yang Shenxiu!"

Tan Sitong was delighted at first, but then he refused with some worry: