The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.

When Li Xiuji took the oath of blood,

A ball of lightning actually appeared out of thin air.

The electric light hit Li Wanyong.

Then,

Li Wanyong turned into a ball of pitch-black charcoal without even uttering a scream!

this……

The crowd was in an uproar.

Sen Taijiro was at a loss.

The Japanese soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After all, this was not done by the common people, and it cannot be regarded as Li Xiuji's fault.

Maybe it has something to do with Li Xiuji, but Li Xiuji just swore to the sky.

There are so many people swearing to the sky that they hope for the death of traitors. Is it illegal to swear?

What the fuck...

The dog thief Li Wanyong was really struck to death by lightning!

It seems that Mr. Li is the chosen one!

Oh my God, it turns out there is really a divine punishment!

The scene was silent for a long time,

Suddenly the crowd burst into various exclamations of exclamation.

at this moment,

Lee Soo-gil found that he was no longer just an idealist selling slogans.

Zhao Chuanxin, the God of War, whose omnipotence opened his eyes, seemed to have added a layer of divinity to the aura given to him.

Just look at the enthusiasm in the eyes of the people looking at him.

This is an extremely crazy power. If not properly utilized, Li Xiuji believes that this power will destroy the world.

Before, he might have been ecstatic, or addicted to it, or he might have believed it himself.

But now, he is just a part of the process, and he can look at everything rationally from the perspective of a bystander.

Thinking about this, he suddenly thought of what Zhao Chuanxin said to him not long ago: Run away once you get a reputation, otherwise the Japanese will be vigilant and arrest you.

He was doubtful before, but now he fully understands.

I couldn't help but be surprised: Mr. Zhao really has unpredictable powers. Not only can he control the thunder, but he can also think clearly about the cause and effect for him.

When no one else could react, he hurriedly got into the crowd, shouting at the same time: Everyone, run together, the Japanese will be angry and arrest us, so run away.

At this time, these marching people had already bowed to Li Xiuji, who admired him, and obeyed his words.

If he says run, then run, that's right.

So thousands of people dispersed.

Mori Taijiro reacted.

Being able to serve as Ito Hirobumi's secretary is naturally not a job.

He immediately wanted to understand that if Li Xiuji was let go today, he would definitely cause trouble in the future due to his jealous temper.

Quickly, arrest Li Xiuji.

A group of Japanese soldiers started to stir, but did not take a step.

Because the place was too chaotic.

Although the Japanese troops were armed with live ammunition, their numbers were small.

There were only a squadron of people. Faced with thousands of people fleeing in all directions, trying to find out Li Xiuji who had infiltrated among them was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

unless,

A Japanese soldier said: Otherwise, let's shoot. Once the machine gun is fired, no matter who it is, everyone will die.

As long as 90% of the people are shot, it will be much easier to find Li Xiuji among the remaining people.

Mori Taijiro trembled: No.

Cruelty is cruelty, but he must not provoke serious conflicts between the two countries, otherwise it will be detrimental to the rule of the Japanese Empire in Korea.

He jumped up and down anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

In the other sedan chair, Mrs. Ren did not dare to show her face at first.

After all, the scandalous things she and Li Wanyong had done could not be made public.

The more understated the better.

But after hearing that Li Wanyong was struck to death by lightning, chaos broke out again outside.

She couldn't help it anymore and opened the sedan curtain to take a look.

When he saw Li Wanyong turned into charcoal, he smelled the smell of barbecue in his nose, and he immediately screamed.

Taijiro Mori didn't know how to show mercy at all, and he was already upset. Hearing her scream, he stepped forward and put a big arm in his arms.

Snapped……

Sen Taijiro said coldly: Baga, if I call you again, I will ask you to go down and accompany Li Wanyong!

Now that he is dead, Li Wanyong is of no use to Japan, and he can no longer pretend to respect him.

Ren was slapped, and there were slap marks on her fair cheeks. She immediately shut up, but tears welled up in her eyes.

The butler next to him felt like the sky was falling, but he didn't forget to look at Ren again.

Xin said that after Li Wanyong's son Li Shengjiu committed suicide, he didn't see Mrs. Ren crying so miserably.

After Taijiro Mori left, the housekeeper stepped forward, squeezed out a few tears, and said to Mrs. Ren: The master died miserably, being struck to death by lightning. Young Madam, what are your plans in the future?

Ren raised her head and saw the butler's eyes glaring, wandering back and forth between her face and chest.

Then she bit her red lips and said, I've had a rough life, I've lost too much to rely on, and now I really have no idea...

The housekeeper patted his chest and said, Don't worry, as long as I still have breath, I will definitely protect the safety of the young lady.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a tall young man running over.

This person went to lift the sedan curtain without restraint.

The steward shouted: Who are you? Who asked you to lift the curtain of my young lady's sedan chair?

As he said that, he wanted to step forward to block him.

After all, I just said that I want to protect others.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the butler with his backhand, sending him spinning in circles and sitting on the ground.

Are you drafting it? It's none of your business to make a lot of noise here. I want to see what the little widow looks like.

The housekeeper was stunned by the beating. He shook his head, his teeth became loose, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ren's face turned pale with horror.

Then I discovered that this young man was really tall and handsome, with a face like a crown jewel and a good skin.

So he became shy and timid again, and with the slap marks on his face, I felt pity for him.

But the man looked at her and looked her up and down: This is just average. Come on, let me touch and see if there is real material...

As he spoke, he raised and lowered his hands.

Then he was disappointed and lowered the sedan curtain: Sure enough, Bangzi has never eaten any good pork...

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Shi Shiran left after spitting on Li Wanyong's corpse.

Ren: ...

Zhao Chuanxin's curiosity is very strong.

In addition to being curious about the young widow who had an affair with his father-in-law, he had also always wanted to see what Du Lizi's eight wives looked like. So far, he had only seen one woman named Wang.

His brain circuitry is different from normal people.

He admitted this.

For example, the era he belongs to is supposed to be wise and open, but as a result, there are still many men who feel sad every time someone of the opposite sex they know finds a boyfriend or gets married.

Reading the novel, it is difficult to accept that any woman the protagonist has been in contact with is dating someone else. All women he has touched, contacted, teased, and flirted with are considered forbidden.

I wish I could drag all the women in the world home to dump their seeds.

In fact, there is no need to do so. Zhao Chuanxin cannot live without wine, sex and wealth, but he has never been obsessed with it.

From this, he speculated that he was more like a monk than those bald donkeys in Lotus Temple.

After satisfying his curiosity, Zhao Chuanxin went to find Li Xiuji.

As a result, this guy disappeared somewhere.

He only guessed the process, not the ending.

The two of them had not agreed on the place where they would meet next time.

After walking aimlessly in Seoul for a while, Zhao Chuanxin arrived near Qingyun Palace inexplicably.

Suddenly, there was a weak voice behind him: Mr. Zhao?

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and saw that this man was short, fair and beardless, and looked familiar.

He smelled of incense made from Chinese herbs, such as Angelica dahurica, mugwort leaves and cloves.

Zhao Chuanxin said in surprise: Who are you?

The other party bent down slightly and said with a respectful expression: Mr. Zhao, I am a eunuch in the palace, serving His Majesty. You have tied me up before.

Oh... Zhao Chuanxin said in a long voice: So it's you. What happened? You stopped being a eunuch and returned to secular life?

The young eunuch smiled awkwardly. It was the first time he heard someone use return to secular life to describe a eunuch leaving the palace.

He said: The Japanese are guarding Your Majesty day and night, but I sneaked out to do errands for Your Majesty.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered three things he promised Li Xi.

It’s been so long and I’ve only completed one piece so far.

How embarrassing is this?

He hurriedly said politely: Oh, then you are busy with your business and don't worry about me. I just walked here and will leave now.

... The little eunuch looked at the Japanese guards outside the palace gate and said cautiously: Mr. Zhao, can you take a step to speak?

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin was so audacious that he would dare to hang around Qingyun Palace after killing so many Japanese soldiers.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Zhao Chuanxin said, Okay, let alone borrowing one step, borrowing two steps is also negotiable.

The young eunuch said: It's already noon, why don't you treat Mr. Zhao to a meal?

What are you talking about? Can't I afford a meal? Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said boldly: I'll treat you to a golden plate.

Jindongpan is the early stone pot bibimbap.

For the worse ones, just use whole grains, vegetables and sauces, mix them casually and eat them.

Better, add some meat, eggs and seafood.

Generally speaking, this stuff is not worthy of publicity and is food for the poor.

Li Xi is not short of money, and naturally the little eunuch beside him is not short of money either.

The little eunuch didn't know whether to laugh or cry: I'll treat Mr. Zhao to something better.

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated slightly: Since you insist, then I have no choice but to obey your orders.

The restaurant the little eunuch found was much better than the one Zhao Chuanxin went to on his own.

The Shancaiji seafood dish and soy sauce beef taste really good.

The little eunuch said: Mr. Zhao, Your Majesty, he has been imprisoned by the Japanese.

Oh, that's a shame.

Zhao Chuanxin ate the beef. It was chewy and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.

It's made from beef neck meat.

Onion, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, bean paste, white sugar, etc. are mixed into a sauce. The sauce needs to be fermented.

After fermentation is completed, soak the beef neck meat in it, take it out and bake it over slow heat until the flavor is absorbed, and dry out the water.

Then stew and collect the juice.

Regardless of whether it's healthy or not, at least Zhao Chuanxin was enjoying his meal.

Isn’t this much better than bibimbap?

Seeing that he was unmoved, the little eunuch became a little worried: Mr. Zhao, Your Majesty asked me to pass the news to you before, but I couldn't find you. Do you want to think of a way to save Your Majesty?

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of kimchi soup and said, How to help? If he doesn't want to stay in the palace anymore and wants to come out and lead the rebels to fight the Japanese personally, then I can help, in a matter of minutes.

The young eunuch was startled: This is absolutely impossible. How can Your Majesty put himself in danger?

I want freedom, but I can't give up wealth.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: What should we do?

The little eunuch frowned and said furtively in a low voice: Mr. Zhao, for some reason, Ito Hirobumi knows His Majesty's every move, so he is imprisoned.

After Zhao Chuanxin thought about it for a moment, he understood.

He said carelessly: My brother-in-law, Li Xi, is also stupid.

When the little eunuch heard his rebellious remarks, he could only twitch his cheeks and dare not say anything.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: Obviously, Ito Hirobumi monitored the palace's telegrams. No matter what you said to the outside world, he could intercept the content of your conversation.

This kind of theft of information was very common in later generations, and even children could speak clearly about it.

The input content of various input methods and various browsing records add up to money.

Euphemistically called: big data - in fact, it's just fucking illegal theft of information.

But for Li Xi and the eunuchs, it was too shocking.

What? You actually have such technology?

The little eunuch was shocked: No wonder, Ito Hirobumi is familiar with His Majesty's every move, which makes His Majesty suspicious and suspects that all around him are Japanese spies.

I guess there must be spies. It's hard to guard against this kind of thing.

The little eunuch asked anxiously: What should we do?

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment: It's actually quite simple. Although the Japanese have monitored the palace's telegraph system, if they just want to communicate with the outside world, they only need to pull a line. This line must be unknown to Ito Hirobumi. In the palace If you install a receiver somewhere outside, you can receive the message. If the transmission is two-way, there must also be a typewriter, telegraph key and dry cell battery outside.

Dry batteries have been around for hundreds of years. The first dry battery was invented by Alexander Volta in 1800. Not only does it support the operation of telegraphs, but most telephones also use dry batteries.

Therefore, in this era, we already have certain innate conditions for the rapid development of science and technology.

But how could the little eunuch know this? He was confused when he heard it. He asked again: What if you want to connect with foreign countries?

What a pig-headed person. Ito Hirobumi has no way to monitor the entire Korean telegraph system, so he only needs to send people outside the palace to receive the message, and take the message to other places, such as Jemulpo, or Daegu, Busan, or even anywhere in Gyeonggi Province Just send it to any town where there is a telegram. No one knows it was from Li Xi.

After listening in, the little eunuch really felt like he was seeing something from the clouds.

Although these principles are simple, if no one enlightens them, the little eunuch and Li Xi will not be able to figure them out no matter how hard they think.

The little eunuch thought that if he reported this news to His Majesty, His Majesty would be so happy that he would not be able to sleep.

He asked excitedly: Then how to pull a hidden line?

Among the two, only Zhao Chuanxin was eating.

The little eunuch seemed to have little appetite.

Zhao Chuanxin said: It would be best if there is a secret passage like a secret passage in the palace. It would be safer to pull a line from there.

The little eunuch thought about it for a moment, and his eyes lit up: Mr. Zhao, do you still remember the Jingguanxuan where you and the Japanese princess... ahem, stayed with her for one night?

It seemed a little difficult for him, a young eunuch, to talk about this kind of thing.

Oh, you serve the emperor every day, doesn't he sleep with women? You still have to be secretive. Zhao Chuanxin didn't care. That place looks nice from the outside, but the rooms inside are not very comfortable. Why do you mention this?

The little eunuch's eyes flashed, he looked left and right, and then whispered: There is a secret passage there, leading to the Russian mansion. It just so happens that His Majesty has been upset recently and often goes to Jingguanxuan to drink coffee and relax. The Japanese will not suspect this. Please help me, Mr. Zhao.” (This secret passage still exists today)

Zhao Chuanxin had never set up a telegraph, but the principle of that thing was so simple that even a layman like him wouldn't find it difficult.

So he agreed: No problem, as long as it can cause trouble for the Japanese, then these are trivial matters. I just hope that your Majesty, your Majesty the Emperor, will be more careful this time and don't let Ito Hirobumi find out again.

Mr. Zhao, please rest assured that the Japanese will not notice this time.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his body and yawned greatly: Your Majesty and I are good brothers, but we still have to collect wages for every yard. You let him watch. Okay, just go to the banknotes and bring me some treasure.

Ah this...

When Zhao Chuanxin saw him in trouble, his eyes immediately stood up: What do you mean? Let me work for nothing? I risk beheading! How cruel are the Japanese? They are too scary. When I think of the ferocious faces of the Japanese , I’m scared to death, I can’t do the work without money.”

The little eunuch was stunned when he heard this.

Are the Japanese cruel, or are you, the God of War, cruel?

Zhao Chuanxin's reputation as a meat grinder in Gulujiling has spread throughout Korea.

It is said that Japanese soldiers have suffered from Zhaophobia.

The Japanese's pig charge usually frightens the opponent.

However, under Zhu Tu's charge, Zhao Chuanxin still killed every one of them. The Japanese had no means to suppress Zhao Chuanxin.

So who is afraid of whom?

But the little eunuch dared not say anything, so he hurriedly said: That can't be done, Your Majesty will definitely express it.

He was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would give up the choice, so he agreed directly on behalf of Li Xi.

After all, Li Xi occasionally supports volunteer activities outside, and the money is not small. Zhao Chuanxin offered such a big help, so he probably wouldn't refuse.

That's pretty much it. A treasure is already considered a high price for friendship, so we can't afford any less.

Yes, yes, I must bring the words.

Zhao Chuanxin enjoyed this meal very happily. Not only was he able to trouble the Japanese, but he also won a project.

Since he took the money but was not active in the work, Zhao Chuanxin still hoped that Li Xi could happily settle the final payment of the project this time.

After paying for the meal, the little eunuch said excitedly: Mr. Zhao, I'm going back to tell His Majesty the good news.

If you go back like this, the Japanese will know something is going on. Zhao Chuanxin felt tired. Don't they understand how important acting is? It's really worthless. Look at me, I'm going to make money soon. Am I proud? Am I happy? Haha, obviously not, haha...

...

Before the two went out, they murmured some more details.

Although the little eunuch tried his best to suppress it, the excitement in his heart still made him speed up his pace back to the palace.

When they arrived at Qingyun Palace, the young eunuch gave Li Xi a wink.

There was a tacit understanding between the two parties, and Li Xi acted as if nothing was wrong and dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs on the left and right.

When they left, the little eunuch knelt down and said, Your Majesty, you are so happy...