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Chapter 86
After one night of cramming, Nie Feng knew that it was very difficult for Yong Yan to master [-]% of the knowledge he taught.

It was already daylight, Nie Feng thought about it, and there was another lesson that he wanted to teach the future emperor.

"Yong Yan, I will keep these textbooks here. You should hide them carefully and don't let your father see them. Compared with the books, you have another class to attend. Today, I will take you there. "

"Brother Nie Feng, what are you talking about? Yong Yan really wants to go."

"What I'm talking about is the lesson of all tastes. You can't see the people in the world how they are in the palace. Come, come with me to the imperial capital!"

Nie Feng calculated that he traveled by himself, nearly sixteen hours had passed, and in another eight hours, he would return to Shuilanxing. Thinking about it, Emperor Jiaqing should look at the sufferings of the world,

"Brother, how do I get out? I have long wanted to take a look outside the palace, but I have no chance!"

After hearing Nie Feng's words, Yong Yan couldn't help cheering and jumping up. The young man smiled, and said a few words to the innocent fifteen elder brother in front of him, listening to Yong Yan's constant nodding and sniggering.

Half an hour later, by the Jinshui River, two young men wearing clothes purchased by the Ministry of Internal Affairs walked out of the palace. Naturally, they were Nie Feng and Yong Yan.

The imperial palace in the Qing Dynasty was not as heavily guarded as people of later generations thought. When Emperor Jiaqing was in power, there was a strange incident where a big man stood alone at the gate of the imperial palace to assassinate the emperor, and two hundred eunuchs attacked the imperial palace.

Jiaqing forced the eunuch to find the clothes of the House of Internal Affairs and slipped out of the palace without any difficulty.

Nie Feng took Yong Yan to the streets of Beijing, and saw a teahouse outside Shisan Hutong.

Bannermen in the Qing Dynasty loved teahouses the most. Nie Feng thought about it. When he was studying, didn’t he also read articles about such situations? He felt warm for a while, dragged Yongyan to the teahouse, and ordered two large bowls of tea. Bowl of tea, listening to everyone chatting.

The protagonist of today's teahouse is a thin banner man. It is said that a tiger never falls. Mr. Qi is at the red flag. His family is too poor to open the pot. He comes to drink tea every day, but there are still many people who like to listen to him talk.

"Our Qing Dynasty is about to reach its heyday. Have you heard? The emperor wants to build a summer garden, which will cost hundreds of millions of taels of silver. The wood in the courtyard is all brought from Yunnan and Guizhou. The shipping fee alone is 10,000+ taels of silver, the emperor's money is like a big river, flowing every day, where can I spend it all?"

"What the third master Qi said is that the Minister of Military Aircraft and the adults are in charge of this matter, and the young and incompetent also got mixed up in the procurement!"

Next to Third Master Qi, another thin monkey-like banner man rubbed his hands, his face was full of greed, and he agreed with Third Master Qi.

"And my lord, let's be kind to my lord, this matter can be done beautifully."

"That's right, Mr. He is so rich. His son is about to marry the tenth princess in the palace. His housekeeper comes out to buy it. It's not tens of thousands of taels of silver."

"Half of the street in Dongcheng is He Zhongtang's property, and the money is like river water."

Everyone praised He Shen for his generosity. Yong Yan, who was educated to be frugal since he was a child, and his clothes were patched, suddenly dimmed. Nie Feng noticed his expression, knowing that he was a little miser, and not only laughed.

"He Shen, the money in your father's treasury is no match for the money in his family's money in the fight against corruption."

After Nie Feng finished speaking, a bearded man next to him seemed to have heard it, and smiled at him with his eyes closed, before slamming the table in front of him.

"Rich, rich ass rich, He Shen is rich, and there are fewer people in the world who freeze to death and starve to death? Not to mention, just Shaanxi and Gansu, this year's severe drought, I lived there, the whole village failed to harvest, the imperial court If you have money, how about the food for disaster relief?"

When several bannermen heard the big man's words, they glanced over. The thin monkey was about to take the case, but was stopped by the third master Qi beside him.Hand made a lotus gesture.

The thin monkey understood at a glance that this person was actually a religious bandit. During the Qianlong period, there were many poor people in the world who believed in the White Lotus Sect. After several times of rectification in Qianlong, the White Lotus Sect changed several names, and more and more believers.

The bandit is famous for not being afraid of death, and sticking together when things happen, and hearing the background of the person in front of him, Shouhou immediately behaved a lot.

As if confirming the big man's words, outside the teahouse, an old man in a worn sheepskin jacket led a seven or eight-year-old girl with a baby on his back, and walked into the shop.

"Everyone, please do me a favor and buy my flowers. The old man really can't support his children. If you buy them, you can help with the laundry and cooking at home. It's always okay."

The old man speaks with a Northwest accent, probably the victims of the disasters in Shaanxi and Gansu mentioned by the bearded man. Yong Yan glanced at the seven or eight-year-old girl, and his heart was shocked.

He has seen young court ladies in the palace, no matter what, there is nothing more than unconcealable fear in their eyes, but the girl in front of him, although young, has nothing in her eyes, just like what Brother Nie Feng said, empty , leaving only holes.

"Go, go, who would buy such a young child? His facial features haven't opened yet. Don't delay my business."

The shopkeeper pushed the old man out a few times, Yong Yan glanced at Nie Feng, saw support in his eyes, gritted his teeth, took out a silver ingot from his bosom, rushed out of the teahouse, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

Hearing the old man's many thanks, Yong Yan felt a little better, but at a glance, there were at least 50 or [-] people begging along the street. Just as Nie Feng said, the Qing Dynasty was already golden. Outside, it is covered with wadding.

The scene of begging swept away in front of his eyes was better than a hundred times of the Analects of Confucius in the palace. Yong Yan's heart was shocked, and his lips trembled. Qing, but so weak and decayed.

"This little brother has a kind heart. Which child from a wealthy family, go, dare to accompany me to the Taoist temple in the city to see the White Lotus God?"

The bearded man, seeing Nie Feng walking out with Yong Yan, came up and glanced at the two of them with approving eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'm about to see the power of your teaching."

Nie Feng saw at a glance that Yong Yan seemed to be afraid of the big man in front of him. He kept backing away, stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, saying neither humble nor overbearing.

The White Lotus Sect is a fart in front of the power of the heavens. Nie Feng has seen martial arts scenes where famous film and television works beat up the White Lotus Sect.

Seeing that Nie Feng agreed, the big man felt even happier and didn't say much. He led the way and headed towards the corner of the imperial capital.

"Brother Nie Feng, don't worry, I heard from people in the palace that the suppression of bandits is very brutal."

Seeing that he was going further and further away, Yong Yan leaned close to Nie Feng and said in a low voice. The young man shook his head, indicating that it was okay, and walked forward all the way, and came to the gate of a Taoist temple.

(End of this chapter)