Master Yuan, start!

"What else can we do if we are not in a hurry? The emperor has issued a death order. We'd better go early and say hello. Otherwise, we might offend this emperor again." Boyan Nemuhu said self-deprecatingly.

After saying this, he stared blankly at the screen wall in the courtyard, on which were engraved the large characters "National Pillar, Eight Banners Warrior" bestowed by Emperor Xianfeng to his father Senggelinqin.

More than 20 years ago, the Prince's Palace was so glorious, and the Eight Banners of Mongolia were so brilliant. Senggelinqin and Woren, one a military man and one a scholar, were known as the two great lights of the Eight Banners of Mongolia in the court during the Xianfeng period.

But times have changed, and the emperor has his own ministers. The old is always replaced by the new. The plaque of the Prince of Monks' Palace bestowed by Emperor Xianfeng is still there, but the person who is favored has become a Han Chinese.

Seeing his master staring at the screen wall in a daze, the old butler did not dare to ask what had happened and could only quickly follow the instructions.

After all, Boyan Nemuhu dared to criticize the emperor, but he didn't dare.

By the evening, the news that Guangxu had sent Weng Tong out of the East Warm Pavilion had basically spread throughout the inner city.

An uninvited guest also arrived at the Monk King's Mansion.

Yan Nemuhu, a talented candidate for selection, frowned and looked at the business card in front of him: "What does he want from me?"

"My master, after hearing what happened at the meeting this morning, knew that Prince Bo must have felt wronged, so he thought of holding a farewell banquet for him." The servant who delivered the letter paused and continued:

"My master said that we are all from the Eight Banners of Mongolia. Even if we had conflicts in the past, in today's world, we should stick together and look after each other."

Fu Yu is the third son of Wuqigeli Woren and the only surviving son of Woren.

Woren is the most famous Mongolian in Confucianism throughout the Qing Dynasty, and is known as a master of Neo-Confucianism.

Even Zeng Guofan, who was known as the great master of Neo-Confucianism, was "horrified and broke out in a cold sweat" when reading Weiren's works and had great respect for Weiren.

When Weiren was alive, he criticized Senggelinqin, who was also a Mongolian, many times, either to appease the emperor or because he really couldn't stand the domineering behavior of military men.

The two pillars of the Eight Banners of Mongolia are actually not harmonious.

Influenced by their parents, the relationship between the two descendants is naturally not very friendly.

When Boyan Nemuhu was studying at the Banner School, he pointed at Fuyu's nose and called him a nerd, and Fuyu retorted that Boyan Nemuhu was disrespectful.

The two even had a fight over this, snatching the jade pendant and the ring from each other. However, because they were young and wanted to save face, no one told the matter to their family.

Therefore, to this day, Boyan Nemuhu's jade pendant is still with Fu Yu. After growing up, although the two did not take their childhood events to heart, they also did not have any contact with each other.

Therefore, when he received Fu Yu's business card and his childhood jade pendant, Boyan Nemuhu knew that this was true and could not be faked.

But at the same time, he also knew that the person who could persuade Fu Yu must be from a prominent background and must have some ulterior motive.

To go or not to go?

Boyan Nemuhu clenched the business card tightly with his knuckles and remained silent for nearly an incense stick of time.

It was not until he remembered that he had been ruthlessly scolded in court by Guangxu this morning and had been exiled to the frontier that he finally made up his mind.

"Okay, go back and tell Fu Yu that I will definitely attend the meeting tonight."

"Lord Bo, there's someone waiting outside. I'll have him go back and deliver the message." The servant sent by Fu Yu bowed his head and said, "The banquet venue is somewhere else. I'll have to lead the way myself."

"Okay, then I'll do as you say." Boyan Nemuhu looked at the man deeply, then turned around and went back to his room to rest.

Chapter 188 Conspiracy Under Dark Clouds

"King Bo, this way."

At night, when it was dark but not yet curfew, Boyan Nemuhu changed into ordinary clothes and followed the servants sent by Fu Yu as they wandered around in the alley.

Walking through the streets and alleys, this person seemed to be quite familiar with the route of the patrolling soldiers. He stopped several times, and Boyan Nemuhu thought he was taking a rest. Later he found out that he was trying to avoid inspection.

"Gugu, gugugu!"

While walking in the alley, Boyan Nemuhu suddenly heard a few bird calls.

It's almost winter, where did the turtledove come from? He looked suspicious, and after listening carefully, he realized that the bird's cry actually came from the mouth of the person in front of him.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

A few echoes came from somewhere, floating in the alley.

The servant listened attentively, and after making sure there was no response, he pointed to the path the two men came from.

"King Bo, go back."

Boyan Nemuhu didn't understand what was going on and could only follow closely.

Afterwards, there were two more bird-singing interactions, and Xia Renren finally brought Boyan Nemuhu into a small courtyard.

"King Bo, we're here."

The servant pushed open the door, but there was no one inside.

"Where is the person?" Boyan Nemuhu stood outside the door, relying on the dim moonlight, and found that there was only a bed and a table in the room, and no one else, so he did not dare to enter.

"Don't worry, Prince Bo, I won't hurt you!"

Seeing that Boyan Nemuhu didn't dare to come near, the servant slapped his head and then reacted. He hurriedly walked deeper, pushed open the bed, and pulled out a 5-foot square wooden board.

As soon as the wooden board was pulled open, candlelight immediately shone through.

"Prince Bo, come in." The servant pointed to the tunnel and said, "I still have to stand guard up there."

Hearing Fu Yu's voice coming from underground, Boyan Nemuhu climbed down the ladder.

"King Bo, long time no see!" A burly man with typical Mongolian appearance came towards him.

"Long time no see, Master Fu."

Boyan Nemohu patted the dirt off his clothes and replied, "I didn't want to see you, but it took so much trouble. If I had known, I wouldn't have wanted the jade pendant."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that even after not speaking for decades, you still have this kind of personality." Fu Yu smiled, as if he and Boyan Nemuhu were close friends.

"Let's go, there are still a lot of people inside." Fu Yu led the way, and the two walked deep into the basement.

"Who is inside?" Bayan Nemuhu asked as he walked.

"They are just the frustrated Eight Banners of Manchuria and Mongolia. They are all our own people." Fu Yu said without turning his head.

After turning a few corners, the road ahead suddenly opened up. Boyan Nemuhu was a little surprised. He never thought that such a large space could be dug out from underground.

There were more than a dozen grooves dug in the wall, filled with candles, lighting up the floor brightly. There were about seven or eight people sitting around a table in the shop, chatting animatedly.

As soon as Boyan Nemuhu walked in, he heard someone inside speaking angrily.

"I thought I'd met a wise leader, but look at him. After he came to power, he temporarily suspended the payment of banner salaries and cut down on banner affairs." At this point, the man lowered his voice and said, "To be frank, it's worse than the time of the Empress Dowager. At least back then, life for us bannermen wasn't so difficult!"

Hearing this, someone next to him echoed:

"Yes, ever since the new law was implemented, the lives of the Manchu and Mongolian banners have become increasingly difficult. The Empress Dowager at least gave them a few bites of food. Although he hasn't said he won't give them any money, he just won't give them any money. Isn't this going to make people starve to death?"

Speaking of the current situation, the man stamped his foot heavily on the ground and said, "Who in the Eight Banners can be convinced by the current ruler of the Forbidden City?"

"Who said that? Aren't Shiduo and his son favored now?" Boyan Nemuhu walked forward, picked a chair and sat down and said.

Boyan Nemohu refers to the Prince Li and his son who served as advisors to Emperor Guangxu and Yuan Shikai during the Anti-Curtain Campaign.

Some were delighted to see Bayan Nemohu arrive, while others felt he was being counter-intuitive and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Having two princes and beile in the same family is also a royal title, and it's hereditary. This is the first time in the Qing Dynasty since the Holy Ancestor. Isn't this a favor?"

After hearing this, some people in the room were somewhat dissatisfied, but for a moment they could not find an angle to refute it.

This is actually normal. In the eyes of these Eight Banner parasites who did not contribute much to the struggle between the emperor and the empress and only wanted to gain benefits everywhere, as long as their own interests were damaged, it didn't matter what they did, in short, it was the higher-ups who were wrong.

If their eight ideas are based on the five and seven methods of later generations, then six belongs to the six in the political situation, three of which means the opposition party is always correct; and two, when playing a game, the one who does not play is always the strongest.

In fact, during Cixi's reign, the welfare of the Eight Banners was not necessarily very good. It was only because she came to power illegitimately that she tried to win over the Eight Banners in the early days. However, in the later period, her true colors were revealed, and she didn't even give the salary increase during the Lantern Festival.

This also indirectly led to the fact that when Yuan Shikai entered the pass, the Eight Banners soldiers defending along the Great Wall had no desire to fight. Xifengkou, where Tamingan was stationed, was a living example.

However, due to her status, Cixi still retained the privilege of giving priority to bannermen in politics at least.

Although the Han people were far ahead in terms of actual economic status, the Banner people still had a fig leaf on the surface.

However, Guangxu did not care about these empty things. Perhaps it was the emperor's "legitimacy" at work. After returning to Beijing, he never had a good attitude towards the affairs of the Eight Banners.

"Prince Bo, I heard that you were forced by that person in the Forbidden City to investigate the Jindan Dao uprising. Don't you feel any resentment?"

Upon hearing this, Boyan Nemohu looked closely and found that the man looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where he had been before. So he spoke while trying to recall:

"That's wrong. Didn't Prince Li Shiduo resign from the Grand Council some time ago? Could it be that he also harbors resentment?"

When Boyan Nemohu was trying to figure out who this person was, he heard him say, "King Bo, this is where you are wrong.

Even though Shiduo was dismissed from the Grand Council some time ago, it was because he knew that the political situation was complicated and he didn't want to interfere too much.

He is a hereditary prince, and he has the merit of following the emperor. Who in the Qing Dynasty can be more powerful than him now? Rather than making mistakes in the Grand Council, it is better to withdraw early. "

Looking at the person in front of him talking eloquently, Boyan Nemuhu finally remembered that this person was Aisin Gioro Zaixun, Prince Zhuang, and one of the hereditary iron-hat princes.

Zaixun supported Cixi in abolishing Guangxu in the original time and space, and also trained the Boxers under Cixi's orders to declare war on foreigners.

However, when the foreigners reached the Forbidden City, Cixi fled south without taking him with her, and even ordered him to "commit suicide" on the way.

Of course, Zaixun had never suffered from Cixi in his life. He was canonized by Cixi to inherit the title of Prince Zhuang, so he missed Cixi quite a lot.

Without waiting for Boyan Nemohu to reply, Zaixun said with some disdain: "Shiduo now only has the position of Minister of the Zongli Yamen. Who in the court does not understand this arrangement?

Shiduo has been shooting birds with guns since he was a child. What skills does he have?

Yuan Jiasan, a Hanlin scholar, couldn't teach him back then, but he couldn't make him study. How could he be qualified to be the Minister of the Zongli Yamen?"

Zaixun angrily blew out a few candles, but in addition to disdain, his tone seemed to contain some vague envy and reluctance, as if he was wondering why he didn't get this lucrative job.

"Yes, Prince Zhuang is right. How could we not know what kind of person Shiduo is?" Someone beside Zaixun chimed in:

"I heard from the people in the Zongli Yamen that he would report for work every morning and disappear during the day. He would leave small matters in the yamen to the secretaries, and would send telegrams to Yuan Shikai, the governor of the capital, for major matters concerning foreigners!"

At this time, Fu Yu, who had just led the way, could not help but sneer: "Everyone, tell me, where in the world, ancient and modern, has there ever been a minister at the central government who worked like this? It's really ridiculous!

If Empress Dowager Cixi had not forced Prince Gong to step down in the Jiashen year, how would Shiduo have had the opportunity to serve in the Military Affairs Council?

But after he came to power, not only was he not loyal to the Empress Dowager, but he also turned his back on outsiders."

Everyone in the secret room knew who the so-called outsider was, and it was the current Emperor Guangxu.

Boyan Nemuhu understood that everyone here was dissatisfied with the current emperor, led by Prince Zhuang Zaixun, the Iron-hat Prince.

Thinking of this, Boyan Nemuhu couldn't help but admire Zaixun. He also felt that the emperor was unfair and biased towards the Han people, but it was just a thought.

I didn’t expect Zaixun to dare to gather everyone and ridicule the current emperor in a secret room. What would happen if this got out?

After all, the Iron Hat King has an iron hat, but not an iron head!

Boyan Nemuhu didn't expect that the resentment of the people in the room did not stop there, and they continued to criticize Shiduo.