Qin Beiyang and Qi Yuanshan bid farewell and walked out of the gate of Nanyuan Arsenal. A horse team was waiting for them.

A gust of wind and sand blew, and the young prince of Ordosdoro, Boerjijin Timur, rode on a white horse, was majestic and handsome, dressed in Mongolian costume, with the style of Nazu Temujin bent his bow and shot a large eagle.

He made an appointment with Qi Yuanshan to play tonight and gave Qin Beiyang a black horse. Three young men who were not as tall as the ones, rode three high-quality Mongolian horses and walked together under the setting sun.

When Qin Beiyang was walking with Mongolian princes like Xiaojun Wang, he was still quite distorted. After all, he came from two different worlds. He rode on the horse and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not used to having a banquet, music and music. You two can have fun."

Qi Yuanshan said with a deep sorrow: "Beiyang, in a few days, we will never see each other."

"Are you going to the south to fight?"

"Next month, I will go to Fusang to study in Japan's Army Non-commissioned Officer School."

"Is it Wang Shizhen, the 'Beayang Dragon', arranged for you?"

Qin Beiyang immediately guessed that Qi Yuanshan nodded: "Yes, I am a public student, and all the expenses are paid by the Beiyang government. I know you don't like Japan, but this Army NCO school has trained many heroes for China, Cai E, Jiang Baili, Xu Chongzhi..."

"I heard that there are many warlords."

"Yes, General Xiao Xu is also a Japanese Lushi." The young prince came immediately, "After returning to China after he graduated from his studies, Brother Yuanshan, you will have the qualifications to serve as a commander or above in the Beiyang Army. Tonight, I will practice it for you!"

Qi Yuanshan glanced at the little prince, thinking that this Mongolian nobleman was not simple. He studied at the History Department of Peking University and first got into China's top student circle; he made friends with public-funded students who went to the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School and could also get into the Beiyang warlords' network of relationships. In another five to ten years, the little prince's circle of friends will be mixed, laying the foundation for his success. Therefore, it is difficult for poor families to have noble children, because the system of social elites is unique, and all of them are like this in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.

The three of them entered the Yongding Gate Tower, went to the Dashilan, Qianmen Street, and turned to the alley to the west. The moon was on the willows, and men and women were all kinds of people, bustling. They could only get off their horses and walk to the door of a house with big red lanterns hanging in the depths of an alley.

“Where is this?”

Qin Beiyang looked at it with a slight uneasy, and the little prince smiled and said, "Don't be afraid! I'll know when I go in."

As soon as we entered the door, several women and tea rooms surrounded us and pulled three people into the hall. The place was decorated in a magnificent manner, with all kinds of distinguished guests, including young people in dresses and old men wearing melon-shaped hats, but most of them were serious middle-aged men.

Seeing the table full of wine, Qin Beiyang felt even more uncomfortable and asked Qi Yuanshan quietly: "Where is this place?"

"Eight Great Hutongs!"

After hearing this, Qin Beiyang wanted to go outside, but was grabbed by the little prince: "Beiyang, if you leave, you will not give me face. Would we fight again?"

Qi Yuanshan also poured him a glass of wine and advised him to sit down and chat. It is not easy to get together in life. Once, just once less!

"It's easy to get on the pirate ship, but it's hard to get off the pirate ship!"

Qin Beiyang couldn't help but feel depressed and drank a drink. The little prince did not shy away and said generously: "My father often came to the Eight Great Hutongs when he was young. At that time, there were mostly courts of the Guardians, and there were far more boys than girls. After the Boxer Incident, the Eight-Nation Alliance preferred prostitutes, and there was a story about the famous prostitute Sai Jinhua, and the Guardians were changed to prostitutes and brothels."

"But how do you know this well at such a young age?"

"Twenty years ago, in the Reform Movement of 1898, my father went to Beijing to give gifts to Lafayette. He passed by the Eight Great Hutongs and met a famous prostitute in Suzhou. From the first day of the Hundred Days Reform, my father lived in this building for her. When Empress Dowager Cixi killed the Six Gentlemen of 1898, my father spent 3,000 taels of silver to redeem the famous prostitute, brought it back to Ordos, and was named the concubine. Two years later, I was born."

"You are the son of a prostitute in the Eight Great Hutongs?"

The little prince smiled indifferently: "According to the truth, how can I become the prince of a prince with a humble origin? My father and more than twenty wives gave birth to twelve younger brothers and nine sisters for me. But the wife and grand concubine could not have children, and my eldest son became the heir. Back then, my mother was in this brothel and had outstanding talents in poetry. She forced me to read and write, taught me a Suzhou dialect, memorized "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "The Second Poems of Southern Tang", and asked me to have a foreign teacher. A few years ago, my mother passed away and was buried in her hometown in Suzhou. I missed her very much."

"You are more lucky than me! My mother died because of birth and me."

"Same illness and compassion."

In the fireworks and willow alleys in these eight great alleys, the little prince's heartfelt words completely narrowed the distance with Qin Beiyang.

The drums and zithers were ringing in the hall, and some people played Suzhou pipa, Jiangnan silk and bamboo, and the singings came from the embroidery building...

"I advise you not to cherish your golden thighs, and I advise you to cherish your youth. The flowers bloom and you must be broken, so don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches."

A group of girls went downstairs wearing beautiful silk clothes, but they never exposed their figures. They were wrapped tightly, at most they exposed their embroidered shoes of three-inch golden lotus, killing countless old top scholars in the Qing Dynasty.

Qin Beiyang saw the luxurious night banquet in the capital for the first time, but he did not dare to see the girls' faces with thick makeup and makeup.

"The ancient songs popular in the Tang Dynasty are often sung by concubines at banquets. Don't miss the great youth!" The little prince took out dozens of silver dollars from his sleeve and rewarded them to all girls. "Don't underestimate the brothel, it is also a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. Yuan Shikai failed the exams when he was young and lived in a Shanghai Book House. Fortunately, he was sponsored by the famous prostitute of Suzhou, Shen, and embarked on a prosperous career. In the future, this prostitute became the most beloved Mrs. Shen, the president of the Republic of China. Not to mention two years ago, in these eight major hutongs, the story of General Cai Songpo and Xiao Fengxian ruined Yuan Shikai's dream of emperor."

Before he finished speaking, the girls sang a song around the table: "Yan Wan loves you, you are nostalgic. I have made a hundred-year appointment for the next life coupon here, so don't have a thread of love tied up with both places. If what you plan is not done or the next day, it will turn into underground lotus, and let's have a wish for the previous life!"

"Haha! Say Cao, Cao Cao is here! This lyrics are sung by Xiao Fengxian for Cai E."

The little prince continued to sprinkle silver dollars and indulge in the scenery all night. Qin Beiyang paid great attention to the people around him. He just heard the four words "hidden dragon and creeping tiger". In such a high-end brothel, there must be important military and political leaders.

Sure enough, his sensitive hearing captured the conversation at the next table

"Everyone, this summer's MP election will determine the life and death of our Anfu Club. General Xiao Xu has allocated tens of thousands of silver dollars in election funds. Next month, we will rush to various provinces across the country to buy votes. Today I am here. Don't go back to the tigress in your house!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, with a white face and no beard. He was wearing a luxurious silk robe and a lot of jade on his fingers. He toasted the two men beside him frequently.

"Brother, you're welcome! I've planned the price of each vote, ranging from 300 to 800 silver dollars. If you go to fertile lands such as Shanghai and Zhejiang, you will definitely have to spend a lot of money. However, if you go to the northwest provinces where birds don't shit, buying a vote for a member of parliament is better than buying a night of eight hutong girls!"

This person was older, with a big beard on his face and drank it all in one go.

The third person at this table is only in his thirties, and in a straight white suit, it seems that he has eaten a lot of foreign ink: "General Xiao Xu invested a lot in this parliamentary election, which is also the meaning of the Prime Minister. He did not defeat the Zhilian on the battlefield, but he won completely through the strategy of joining the Zonglian and Lianheng. He is a genius with literary and military strategies. No wonder Mr. Lin Shu drew him a picture of "The Map of the Horse"."

"You and I are both members of Congress. We are in Anfu Club. Don't let General Xiao Xu down on the strong support. There are many conflicts between Zhi and Anhui, and Wu Peifu is at both ends of the rat head in the south. Premier Duan signed the "Military Agreement on the Joint Defense of the Enemy by the Sino-Japanese Army". The national public opinion calls us traitors, so be careful."
Chapter completed!