The wind and sand in Beijing in winter are shaking the sky, wrapping the entire city in a dim light. Two hundred and sixty-nine years ago, the nominal rulers of this city and even this country were taking the wind and sand from the north to bring this eastern country into their hands, but now, they are about to become historical records.

A team of camels passed by in the wind and sand, and these animals seemed very peaceful in the strong wind and sand. But following the pack team, they were busy looking for two people from a certain home. It seemed very difficult.

Both of these two characters were wearing thick long cotton robes and felt hats. They wrapped their heads tightly with big headscarves. They were covered with sand and soil. They saw that they had arrived in front of a courtyard house in Houhai. When they looked up one of them, they said with uncertainty: "It's probably this."

Another person said with a little complaining tone: "No matter where it is, let's knock on the door first. Everyone says how good the imperial city is. Now it seems that it's just a big pile of garbage...... This ghost weather......"

The first person smiled and said, "The imperial city also has the style of the imperial city. If you come to Beijing in autumn, the sky will be... tsk tsk tsk. Brother, you should get used to the weather in the north quickly, otherwise you will get sick sooner or later if you spend your days here."

He looked at the small yard again, and finally reached out to pull the doorbell. The sound of the doorbell seemed very dull in the wind. After a while, he heard a bold voice complaining inside the door: "What weather is this? Why don't you stay in the house? It's going to collapse this day. Who wouldn't let us little people have a good time?"

The door creaked and was pulled open. A man wearing a cotton coat was looking at the two mysterious visitors in anger. The man had a deep face and his braided hair was scattered on his head. After a closer look, he was not very old.

The man in front took off his hat and smiled at the man, "Brother Cuidalou, it's me, brother."

The man had a slightly fat face, thin lips, and always smiling eyes. It was Bai Siwen, the former captain of Yuchen, who had somehow appeared in Beijing.

The man named Cuidalou was obviously stunned and immediately changed his face. He clenched his fists and wanted to hit someone. Another man next to Bai Siwen also took off his felt hat and stepped in front of him. This man was Chen Si who appeared with Bai Siwen last time with Lin Shuqing. He learned enough of their teacher and frowned habitually. The character "chuan" on the eyebrows was towering high, and he also looked at Cuidalou.

Cui Daerwo glanced at the two of them, and looked contemptuous on his face, and he spitted heavily on the ground. He turned around and was about to close the door. Bai Siwen shouted: "Slow up! We were brothers who burned yellow paper back then. Now our brothers are in a downturn, so you don't recognize me? Everyone in the city knows that Cui Daerwo is a loyal man, I'm gonna be!"

Cui Daerou stopped his hand movements, a little confused, but he was even more disdainful: "You kid sold Admiral Zhang Xun and Lord Tieliang in Nanjing City, and threw it under the crotch of the Democratic Party with Zhang Qianli, why are you not proud? If it weren't for the sake of brothers' fight back then, I would go back to the house and kill you with a gun! Get out of here!"

Bai Siwen's lips trembled as if he had suffered great insults. He pushed Chen Si away and pulled the front of his cotton robe: "Others don't know your brother's heart, don't you know? I didn't meet my brother back then and fell hungry at the head of the city. If you hadn't saved me by a few of you banner brothers, Bai Siwen would have been reincarnated for seventeen or eighteen years!"

He slapped his chest flutter: "Brothers, I was a servant in the infantry yamen, and then my brother learned from the army again. He wanted to be a guard for Zhang Qianli. At which step, wasn't he hang out with the bannermen brothers? I also have a conscience! I will never do anything to sell my brothers! The bannermen treat me with kindness, that is, the Qing Dynasty treats me with kindness! If Zhang Qianli had not taken the initiative to surrender to Yuchen, my brother would have picked up his gun and defended the city with Lord Tieliang in Nanjing!"

He was so excited that his tears were all rolling in his eyes. Cui Daerwo had a deep friendship with him. After saying this, he believed him 50% of his current down-and-out appearance, but he still kept the door from letting them in.

He asked again: "What did you do after Nanjing fell?"

Bai Siwen wiped his face and looked a little angry: "We loyal subjects from the Qing Dynasty, the Democratic Party, were not let go easily. They were all taken. They were imprisoned in Nanjing for almost three months. At least, I and the brother of the Han Army Banner found an opportunity to run out. The world is so big, but there is nowhere to go, so I came to join you. If you don't take in two of us brothers, there is nothing to say. Let's join the army again at Jinpu Road, and at least fight with the Democratic Party to the death."

Cui Daerwo is a member of the Xibe tribe, and he is also considered a man of old blood tribe. He was originally a bit of the kind of love for his ancestors in the white mountains and black waters. Seeing Bai Siwen being generous, he flashed to get out of the door and led them into the room: "Since you have arrived here, don't rush to make a hot soup first. Let your sister-in-law cook you a little hot soup. In this ghost weather, go to the house to warm it up first... Why do you go to Jinpu Road to fight hard? Don't even think about it. There are Yuan Shikai, the living Cao Cao's direct descendants, and it's already a damn ceased with the civilian army!"

Bai Siwen quietly covered his torn clothes in the cold wind and shrank his neck. Chen Si glanced at him, and only admired him in his heart.

Several people sat down in Cuidalou's main hall, and his woman muttered and got up from the kang to cook soup. The child also woke up on the kang, cried a few times, and became honest with him after being slapped.

Bai Siwen looked around the main hall. The original silver platform and Xuande furnace disappeared. There was a New Year's picture on the wall, which was from the previous year. Bai Siwen saw Cui Daerwo frowned and smoked dry cigarettes there, and asked tentatively: "Brother isn't he very proud of his life recently?"

Cui Daerwo sighed, and before he could speak, his woman interrupted: "The salary is out of control for three months, and the monthly food of the bannerman has been stopped. If he doesn't go out to seek a mission, he stays in the house all day long and says he wants to be loyal to the emperor... Who cares about the emperor now? There is rice in the pot and firewood in the stove is serious!"

Cuidalou glanced at his woman, sighed and said nothing. Bai Siwen also shook his head: "Didn't the old brother be a team official in the Imperial Guard? Why are he so embarrassed? He is not in the camp?"

Cui Daerwo just shook his head: "In this year, after Lord Liangbi died, all the bannermen and officers of the Imperial Guards went home. I was afraid that the situation would change and the first one to attack us. I was not afraid, but more than half of the soldiers below were dispersed, so what else should I do? President Feng was still a little conscientious. Last month, each family sent rice. I saw these Han officials, and only President Feng was still looking towards our Qing Dynasty..." He cheered up and asked Bai Siwen, "What do you call this brother?"

Without waiting for Bai Siwen to introduce her, Chen Si smiled and said, "My brother's surname is Chen. When his family ancestor entered the pass, he was the Eight Banners of the Han Army. Later, he had been stationed in Nanjing. The brother had a vanguard school and escaped with Brother Bai this time. He just wanted to find a place to settle down. If we have the chance, we have to have a family of friends." As he said that, he deliberately or unintentionally revealed a six-sounding revolver in his arms.

Cui Daerwo looked solemn and asked slowly: "Brother Bai, Brother Chen, you may not be that simple when you come to Beijing this time."

Bai Siwen smiled, took out a pack of foreign cigarettes from his arms, and took out one for Cui Daerou: "To be honest, let's go to Tianjin first and meet Lord Tieliang. He is now hiding in the concession. When he shows up, he is afraid that Yuan Shikai will plot against him. Lord Tie said that if our Qing Dynasty is really defeated by the Democratic Party, it will be awesome. You can't hand it over to that guy Yuan Shikai with both hands! Our bannermen still have strength in Beijing, and if they fail, returning to Manchuria and Mongolia is our world! We just want brothers to come to Beijing to contact the bannermen and patriots, and we will loyally support the Qing Dynasty and have a good fucking family!"

Chen Si also interrupted: "Mr. Tie said, "If you do well, we will choose the land of Manchuria and Mongolian ranch! Many princes are ready to destroy their families and protect the country. There are even more patriots like Brother Cui! The Imperial Guard is the force of our bannermen, and we must control it anyway. As long as we make trouble in Beijing, Yuan Shikai may not be able to trade with the Northern Democratic Party! Master Tie also said that Feng Huafu is Yuan Shikai's man after all, and we cannot trust him too much."

Bai Siwen had already said that, and took out a foreign money from his waist bag and placed it in Cui Daerou's hand: "This is just to let my brother settle down. We are not distinguishing each other, so I won't say anything politely. There are still a few brothers who want to run away. I will talk to you in detail at this time tomorrow. If you have friends, you can also introduce some. I hope my brother will keep it confidential! Otherwise, my brother will sell his head to you." After saying that, he laughed and pulled Chen Si out.

Cui Daerwo did not get up to give them away, but just lit the foreign cigarette on the lamp. He took a deep breath and the smoke covered his head and face. Her woman walked back from the kitchen with hot soup. Looking at the foreign money, she couldn't help but cheer in surprise: "Brother Bai gave it? He is so kind!"

Cui Daerwo glanced at the woman, frowned and lay back on the kang, and opened his eyes to the point of being in a daze. Can the Qing Dynasty be protected? Even if he retreated to Man and Mongolia, will this country be saved?
Chapter completed!