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Some princes of the Qing Dynasty probably never dreamed that their little movements were clearly clear and were still preparing step by step towards the other side leading to the abyss.

After a day of hustle and bustle, Beijing was a little tired. As night fell, most people fell asleep. Only some people could not bear the loneliness and began a crazy adventure. At the same time, there were a large number of men in black in the palaces, rushing out of the Forbidden City with swords and guns in their hands. For a moment, the shouts of killing woke up the sleeping capital.

After hearing this, the common people closed the doors and windows tightly. Some of them were unsuccessful, and some rascals took advantage of this opportunity to make trouble. Beijing City immediately fell into chaos. The men led by the princes successfully reached the Forbidden City, and several princes met in the Golden Palace.

It was so easy to come in. It was strange. Several princes looked at each other. It was still the older prince who took the lead. After looking at the number of people, he kissed him in confusion, "Why are there only four, the fifth, the sixth, the eleventh, and the seventeenth?"

A prince replied, "I went to grab the gold shop, but these people rebelled and did not forget to make money." He said this, but the people walked backwards and seemed to want to enjoy it. (In fact, it was true that these princes of the Qing Dynasty could use their power to rob them clearly before, but they could not rob them after losing their power. After a long time, they would naturally feel itchy. It would be a good thing to do other tasks when rebelling.)

The old man was so angry that when Yu Guang saw someone wanting to slip away, he shouted: "Lao Jiu, you want to go there."

After hearing this, the man smiled and said, "Brother Third, I want to go to the front door and help maintain order."

The old man was so angry that he trembled all over: "Don't go, we have to catch the boy named Liang and deal with him. Only then can we get the capital."

"Third brother, I understand. I'll go to the front station and solve the boy named Liang."

Someone left. Some people followed the trend. Later, there were only the old man and some of his subordinates who were stunned on the spot. With a bang, the gate was closed, and only the old man was left in the huge square. The old man looked around and couldn't help but feel sad, "Saint Master, look, this is your descendants. Our Qing Dynasty is over."

The old man's words echoed in the open square. The Forbidden City was speechless. The dragons and grandchildren on the eaves were just wooden sculptures and clay sculptures, looking at the old man coldly.

The door opened again with a bang. The people who sneaked out just now ran back again, and they ran very urgently. Many people actually collided with each other and crawled towards the old man on the ground. The old man couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and found that it was indeed true. Not only did his three brothers come back, but the other four brothers also arrived. The old man was overjoyed and wiped his tears and shouted: "Saint Master, look, this is your descendants. Our Qing Dynasty will definitely not end."

"Third brother, when is it time? You are still talking nonsense, look at the opposite side."

The old man looked through the door and saw that it was pitch black on the opposite side, but there seemed to be many shiny things. Moreover, the slight trembling of the ground indicated that an army was approaching.

"Brother Third, where are your glasses? If you don't bring them with you, you may not be able to take a closer look. It will be too late if you want to see them in a while."

The old man hurriedly took out his glasses and put them on. This time he finally saw clearly the situation on the opposite side. The dense army pressed over like a wall. A cold light flashed on the bayonet, and he was pressing over step by step.

The old man looked for a while and suddenly rushed out of the door. The man in his sixties and seventies burst out with incomparable strength and ran faster than the young man. Behind him, the door was closed with a sound of touching and the people thought it would be safer.

A cold voice said: "Fire" the first row of soldiers immediately fired. The old man staggered a little, but he still rushed towards the enemy... The gunshot sounded loudly.

At this time, Beijing was already in chaos, especially Qianmenwai Street. Qianmenwai Street was an important commercial center in Beijing since the middle of the Ming Dynasty. This is the daily purchase needs. The crowds are bustling and very lively. "Miscellaneous Songs of the Dumen" records the situation at that time:

"The five colors are blurred and the eyes are blind, and the goods in all directions are arranged in a row. The sky is clear and the road is narrow and the people are following one after another." This is a true description of the prosperity of the five directions of the wallet alleys and the pedestrians one after another.

From Wupailou outside Zhengyangmen to Zhushikou, there is a straight road center, with a large paved road paved with blue stones. There is a covered river on the east side of the stone road, which is used to drain rain. "There are scattered houses next to the stone road of the street." Among the famous "Eight Great Xiangs", Ruizengxiang, Ruilinxiang, Yihexiang and other silk cloth shops are open on the east and west sides of the street. They specialize in silk, cloth, plush, and fur. Under Wupailou is Zhengyangde, which is famous for selling fresh fruits. In the severe winter of the 39th century, you can buy fragrant and delicious watermelons in this store. Near Zhengyangde is Jiulongzhai. This store specializes in selling the most favorite drinks of Beijingers - sour plum soup. As soon as it reaches midsummer, the store is crowded with people.

But now, people have snatched the tiles and left them. Some people lit a fire after snatching them and burned these century-old shops to white ground.

The east and west sides are even more miserable. "There are streets behind the houses on the east side of the street: Roushi, Bushi, Guazidian." Zhengyang Tower, Quanjude, Hongbin Tower, Deyunzhai and other famous restaurants gather here. Surrounded by many restaurants and restaurants, it is the earliest theater in Beijing - Chalou. The Qing Dynasty's "Chenyuan Zhiluo" says: "Chalou is in Roushi. The theater building built by the Ming Chen Baocha family. This dynasty is a poem for Guanghe Opera: "The market outside the Ming Dynasty gate is loud, and the dust is disturbed by ten feet. The elegant and leisurely campaign for Ju tribes, and the best is to occupy the upper house. The red skirt and green sleeves are beautiful in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sad silk is blocked from the north. The old days are like a short dream, and the sunset curtain is left to stay." This poem reflects the prosperity of Chalou in the past.

These were also robbed by the criminals, and as usual, they were fired. The theater for three hundred years, the Quanjudejin redemption and fire for two hundred years.

There are more than 40 shops on Dashilan Street, many of which are famous for their time-honored brands in Jinghua, such as the Lejia Tongrentang Pharmacy, which is famous all over the country for homemade pills, powders, pastes and elixirs. In the past, Dongsheng Hat Store, which specializes in making satin boots for princes and nobles, as well as Nelian Shoe Store, Long and Thick Velvet Shop. In addition, most of the antiques, jewelry and money shops in Beijing are located here.

Because this place is a place where big businesses are dense, the criminals are naturally very jealous of the money and treasures, and even the medicinal materials are priceless. But here, they met an opponent. A teenager commanded hundreds of people, and they kept defending the street without leaking water. Those people rushed for several times but returned in vain...
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