Master Yuan, start!

"Make a fuss, make a fuss.

The truth will soon be revealed!"

Chapter 382: Exposed

"Brother Ji, have you made all the arrangements?"

Yuan Xiangcheng looked at Yan Fu who pushed the door open and slowly put down his brush.

On the desk was a calligraphy manuscript of Yan Zhenqing's "Eulogy for My Nephew" that Yuan Xiangcheng had just copied.

After the founding of the Republic, since he stayed in Beijing and did not have to travel around, Yuan Shikai developed a hobby of copying calligraphy.

The first work he chose to copy was Yan Zhenqing's Memorial to His Nephew.

The reason is that later generations of mainland Chinese people have a special feeling towards this work.

This work was originally brought to Taiwan by Chiang Kai-shek, and later exhibited in Taipei and Tokyo, but it has never been exhibited in the Forbidden City after it was renamed the Palace Museum.

The sunlight quickly shone into the house through the door that Yan Fu pushed open, and in just a few seconds, it dried the ink on the paper.

Hearing Yuan Xiangcheng's question, Yan Fu answered confidently:

"All is ready except for the opportunity!"

However, when he walked to Yuan Xiangcheng's desk and took a quick glance, he said helplessly:

"Weiting, the situation outside is as bad as fire and water. I didn't expect you to still have the energy to write and draw here?"

Yuan Xiangcheng picked up the rice paper and blew on it to dry it thoroughly. Then, while looking at the copied calligraphy, he said, "Brother Jidao, this is called cultivating my sentiments.

What's more, as I said before, only by being willing to let go can the local party committee's ability to respond be strengthened.

I think the Social Revolutionary Party group in Wuchang is also quite responsive, and is now engaged in a fierce battle with the Huaxing Party.

This shows that our method is correct!

A few days ago, after receiving a telegram from Sichuan, Yuan Shikai did not order the dispersal of the protesting crowd in the city.

On the one hand, he sat comfortably in his temporary residence in Wuchang City, waiting for the real murderer to be escorted to Hubei.

On the other hand, he allowed public opinion to ferment further, and Yuan Shikai did not respond to any opinions, whether they were disparaging him or supporting him.

Yan Fu, Zhang Jian, Ming Ye and others who accompanied him into the city did not understand this approach at first.

It was not until Yuan Xiangcheng explained to them that this move was intended to relax the enemy's vigilance and at the same time to train the local party branch's independent response capabilities in the event of major events that they reluctantly agreed.

However, even so, Yan Fu was still worried. As the person in charge of party affairs of the Social Revolutionary Party, he collected the latest information in Wuchang City every day, fearing that the situation would get out of control.

Hearing Yuan Xiangcheng's calm speech, Yan Fu frowned:

"Weiting, I have gathered all the marchers in front of the Yellow Crane Tower as you requested.

How are you going to clarify the truth to the world?"

Yuan Xiangcheng placed the calligraphy flat on the table and said:

"Brother Jidao, please be patient. I will change my clothes and leave right away."

After saying that, Yuan Xiangcheng walked out of the study.

Seeing this, Yan Fu carefully looked at the contents on the rice paper, which was densely covered with Yan's running script.

The structure is square and dense, and the horizontal strokes are light and the vertical strokes are heavy. Although it can be seen that it is an imitation, it already has 6% of the charm of the calligraphy master Yan Zhenqing.

However, the content here does not seem to be a memorial to my nephew.

When he thought of this, Yan Fu turned his gaze to the right and looked at the title of this calligraphy.

There were six big characters clearly written on it:

Manuscript of Memorial to Liu Bingzhang

...

At this time, in front of the Yellow Crane Tower.

If you look down from the building, you will see that the streets are crowded with people, whether they are criticizing Yuan Shikai or supporting him, most of them have white cloth tied on their arms.

This is to commemorate Liu Bingzhang who was assassinated.

In addition to young students, the participants of this rally included invited gentry from Three Rivers, Two Lakes, and Sichuan.

As for the reporters, there were no less than a hundred of them, none of them willing to miss this news that could go down in history.

Zhang Zhidong, Li Hongzhang and others were also invited to the Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning.

Yuan Xiangcheng slowly climbed up the Yellow Crane Tower along the path opened by his guards and under the gaze of many people.

Looking at Zhang Zhidong's concerned eyes, Yuan Shikai bowed and spoke to Li Hongzhang and Zhang Zhidong.

"Don't worry, I, Yuan, will give an explanation to everyone in the world today."

After glancing at Zhang, Li and others behind him, especially staying on Li Jingfang for two more seconds, Yuan Xiangcheng looked away.

He approached the railing on the top floor of the Yellow Crane Tower and shouted to the people below:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know that over the past period of time, some of you have said that I have betrayed the Constitution, and some have said that I have wronged the establishment of the Republic.

However, today, I don’t want to talk about any official documents, nor do I want to discuss any republican constitutionalism.

There is only one thing I want to say.

That is justice!"

Looking at the people whispering under the Yellow Crane Tower, Yuan Xiangcheng stood tall and said angrily:

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“You may wonder why I have been in Wuchang for so long but have yet to come forward, remaining indifferent to the praise or criticism of others.

That's because I want you to see how despicable the mastermind behind the assassination of Sichuan Governor Liu Bingzhang is. He would not hesitate to murder a good governor who stood up for the people, and after that, he spared no effort to discredit and frame others! "

"The man behind it?"

"Bringing the blame?"

Hearing these two words, the people below were unsurprisingly in an uproar.

Quite a number of people believe that Yuan Shikai's absence in recent days must be related to the assassination of Liu.

Even if he didn't order anyone to do it, he at least knew the inside story.

But unexpectedly, when Yuan Shikai met with the people for the first time a few days later, he broke a big news.

At this moment, they were extremely curious about what evidence Yuan Xiangcheng had in his hands.

If the common people below were just curious, then Li Jingfang in the Yellow Crane Tower had a somewhat uncertain look in his eyes.

He clenched his palms nervously, glanced at Li Hongzhang beside him, and then stared at Yuan Shikai who was making an impassioned speech to the people.

Yuan Xiangcheng did not notice the sharp look in Li Jingfang's eyes at this time, but even if he knew, he would not care at all.

He pulled out a stack of papers from his pocket, which contained hundreds of copied telegrams.

Yuan Xiangcheng waved the papers and said:

"A few days ago, I received a telegram from Liu Shiliang, the most trusted person of Sichuan Governor Liu Bingzhang and the manager of the Sichuan-Hankou Railway Company.

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He said that the person who assassinated Liu Du had originally escaped during the chaos, but was eventually captured by righteous men.

However, after interrogating him, he found that the truth was far from as simple as he had imagined.

He said that the matter was of great importance and he did not dare to make a decision on his own, so he wanted me to make the decision.

However, I must say that this matter should be decided by the people of the world!

Look, this is the truth!"

Yuan Xiangcheng threw hundreds of telegrams into the air with force.

Finally, he kept one and asked Mingye to give it to Li Hongzhang and Zhang Zhidong.

When Li Jingfang saw the paper, he felt something was wrong. He wanted to pounce on it immediately, tear it into pieces and swallow it, and then push Yuan Shikai off the Yellow Crane Tower.

However, after looking at the guards standing by and the hundreds of papers that had already been scattered in the air, he gave up the idea.

Downstairs, the people, whose appetites had already been whetted, stretched out their hands, raised them high above their heads, and tried to grab the "truth" from Yuan Xiangcheng's mouth.

Soon, the common people saw the "truth" of the assassination of Liu Qi.

"The man who assassinated Liu was Leng Kaisong from Sichuan.

Assisted by Sichuan native Huang Dezhai

The instigator was Cantonese Chen Jiongming

Who is Chen Jiongming? Huaxing Party Secretary-General Li Jingfang personally served as the Lingnan Governor's Office Party Affairs Advisor.

Almost no one knows the names of Leng Kaisong and Huang Dezhai.

Only the Huaxing Party members know Chen Jiongming clearly.

But who in the South doesn’t know Li Jingfang’s name?

This is the young marshal of the Lingnan Governor's Office, Li Hongzhang's eldest son!

Could it be that Li Hongzhang ordered the assassination?

Seeing this, the quick-thinking people suddenly felt goosebumps on their bodies!

However, before the common people could react, a group of Huaxing Party members pointed at Yuan Xiangcheng upstairs and said:

"Nonsense, you are slandering me!"

"Yes, how could Marshal Quan and the Young Marshal order someone to assassinate the Governor of Sichuan? It's absolutely ridiculous!"

Someone downstairs objected, but Li Jingfang upstairs felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He had never had such an experience before, and at this moment he did not dare to look directly at Li Hongzhang who was carefully checking the telegram.

He didn't understand why, after all his careful planning, there was always a flaw in the end.

Suddenly, a nameless anger rose in his head, and Li Jingfang ran to Yuan Xiangcheng in one step.

He leaned on the railing, pointed at Yuan Xiangcheng, turned his back to the people below and shouted loudly: