Preface Looking back, it has been a hundred years 6

This is what the dog-legged driver and so on, waved a whip on the student's head. This draw was amazing, which angered the students. Some of the students coaxed up. The dog-legged coachman could deal with it, and the martial arts master couldn't stand many people, not to mention that he was a coachman! Seven or eight hands were stretched out, dragged the driver down from the carriage, and punched him. He could really kill the teacher's father in a random fist. A tall and strong student jumped into the car, couldn't help dragging Liu Dao out of the car and throwing Liu Dao on the ground. A group of students immediately surrounded him and filled him with old fists. There are also some students who don't know where to get bricks and stones and smash the carriage into a pile of parts. And Liu Dao has been beaten to the top of the ling, and the tonic is broken and hiss.

Hundreds of students make such a fuss, but it is earth-shaking.

Daotai was beaten on the street. Even if Liu Dao is an alternate, he may still be a donation class, but he is also an official of the Qing Dynasty after all. There are already enough people who came to see the lively. Such a lively and fierceness of the Western mirror attracted a flood of good things one after another.

There are lively and trouble-like people everywhere. Many people raised their fists and bricks and followed the chaotic team in front of them. The front was jubilant, and the back also raised their voices and shouted, lest the world would be chaotic.

The officials of the Qing Dynasty are the object of hatred and hatred in the world. Take this opportunity to fight Taiping, and there are more people who play the black hand. In this court, people's hearts are lost and luck are lost. It has long been out of shape. People with a little eyesight can see that it will not last long.

The pile of people is getting bigger and bigger, and the gathered popularity is surging forward along Xinsheng Street. Liu Dao and his coachman were left behind the parade, and there was a pile of rotten carriages beside them that were more scattered than parts. When it was almost time for the four officials, the head was already dense, and it seemed that half of the popularity of Hankou City was gathered here!

At this moment, China is the darkest time. These enlightened students have opened their eyes to the world, but they are afraid that they can't see the light and helplessly look for a way out. Ready to establish a constitution? Open a congress? Do you still expect the Qing Dynasty to refresh and cheer up? Li Xiang in the crowd just smiled bitterly. The history textbook of the middle school has told him that this road is not feasible.

The students shouted slogans, worried about the national affairs were fading day by day, and they were powerless and anxious. This last hope became an unrealistic fantasy and a joke. What should China do? In the excitement, some people stabbed themselves with knives, and some people cried with tears. The people who were mixed in the middle were also infected. Thinking of this heavy tax and the chaos of the flood, they suddenly felt that they had been wronged by heaven and earth. This kind of parade is already quite infectious, from ancient times to the present, at home and abroad. Today, there are so many big dramas that have been staged in order. In the end, almost everyone who followed the Fourth Officials Hall let go of their voices: "Constitutional to save the country, open the parliament quickly, and petition to the death."

Li wanted to see it for half a day and muttered, "If you are full, can you save China?"

Li Xiang was an old man around him, but he didn't wake up like an old man in his ear. Hearing Li Xiang muttering, he raised his turbid eyes and looked at Li Xiang. Li wants to wear an untimely dress, but it is a little different from those foreigners in the Hankou Concession. It seems that he hasn't washed it for many days, which is extremely sloppy. The brilliance is flying, and there is no dullness of this big empire.

"After all, they have worked hard." The old man said with a smile, "Who can be sure that this road is wrong? You won't know until you pass by. The constitutional parliament is opened, and the top-down improvement is much stronger than the violent revolution of the party, which destroys China and tries to build it much more..."

Li Xiang couldn't help laughing. The old man still had some insight, but he was still limited to history. But you can't blame anyone. People have choices, and they will only take the safest way. Li thought and said sarcastically, "When all the roads are at a dead end, there is no way to go, and there is nothing you can do, if you don't want to go, you have to go."

"Yes." The old man said inexorably, "But how can you know the result before that time?" This year is different. The consultation bureaus have been established one after another. Isn't the parliament the emperor and the scholars and doctors governing the world together? There was also a precedent in the Song Dynasty. Isn't this still possible?

Does the emperor and scholars govern the world together? He cursed an old man and said, "Look!"

At this time, Li Xiang suddenly got into his heart. With what he just said, the old man could completely identify him as a revolutionary party. In this extremely unsound country with a legal system, it is suspected that the revolutionaries have constituted a murderous crime. Li thought that he was dead. In this strange world, there was not even a person who collected his body.

Li wanted to be wary of silence, and the old man was unwilling to consume energy.

Several foreign women and nuns on the street preached and sang the gospel on the roadside. They were so noisy that they could no longer preach. They stared at the parade led by the students all the way.

There are many foreign adults who eat in Hankou, there are naturally many foreign churches, and there are also many hospitals and schools related to the church.

These old foreign nuns in black and white robes, holding a Bible in their hands, and a group of students from the church girls' school.

Li Xiangzheng looked curiously at the beautiful female student on the right hand, wearing a short cheongsam, white thread socks and white sneakers, holding a plain white handkerchief in his hand, and his whole body was white. Women should be beautiful and filial. Li wanted to sigh, and his lustful eyes looked at her and turned straight.

Her companion was scattered in the stream, and only one person was drifting with the tide. He couldn't move in the stream, but he could only stare at his companion being excluded farther and farther away. Her face was slightly pale, and her two dark and bright eyes flowed with slightly anxious eyes. This simple, lonely and beautiful girl, obviously also has a cleanliness fetish. The sweaty man touched her, and she immediately frowned and flashed.

The crowd slowly subsided, and Li Xiang was so strong that he didn't lose the little beauty. The little beauty's face is beautiful and sweet, and she is full of a beautiful embryo. Her graceful figure is outlined in the short cheongsam dress of the students in the church school. The chaos began to subside, and her beauty immediately attracted the attention of a group of people, especially the men began to whisper. However, the female students didn't see anyone and didn't feel anything. Although Hankou is open, the female students of the church girls' school are the object of being pointed out by onlookers when they leave the school gate. Of course, her beauty also adds a lot, which is already used to it.

When Li thought about going forward to find someone to talk to, he saw a boy with a slanted back passing by her, and couldn't help looking back at her. The boy saw the tight arms of the little beauty who turned around. There was an obvious wriggling of swallowing saliva in his roar, and he reached out and twisted it like a ghost. Guozhu is very elastic, and the boy's face is full of complacency.

Anyone who sees such a beautiful woman will have to shine his eyes and touch his buttocks.

With a crisp scream, after the parade, people on the street saw the beautiful little girl covering half of her buttocks with tears.

Li wanted to be angry. When the little boy touched it, Li wanted to see it clearly. He was furious... The person who should be touched should be me!

I don't know why, Zhao Youcheng, the boy with his shoulder and diagonal back, was consciously very secretive, but everyone's eyes stared at him, as if he had seen through it at a glance.

Zhao Youcheng is called an embarrassment at this time, but of course, Zhao Youcheng can't pretend to be a bastard at this time, otherwise how can he fool around in Hankou in the future? Although he was ashamed, his face was still indifferent. He was just surprised. There were so many people just now, how could everyone insist that they had done it?

Onlookers are also talking about this matter. The inside three layers and the outside three layers of people block the two ends of the ground, among which there are many five and three thick public security patrol police with batons.

Seeing a little sign of excitement in the noise of the crowd, Zhao Youcheng's eyes also began to condense, as if it was a little difficult to get down the stage.

Zhao Youcheng turned around and swept the female student of the church's girls' school. No wonder everyone insisted on themselves. The female student kept staring at him.

Zhao Youcheng's heart suddenly trembled, and the female student's eyes were too clear. It's like a mirror-like spring. At a glance from her, Zhao Youcheng's sense of guilt became stronger, and he quickly avoided it.

It's a guilty heart, but face is still important.

"Who doesn't like it? Shit! Believe it or not, do you empty this street? Zhao Youcheng shook his hair gracefully and pointed to the bustling crowd in front of him. He is a bully in Hankou. Who was he afraid of?

There are many people who don't like it, but it's just that it's Zhao Youcheng, the little bully of Hankou.

Zhao Youcheng walked towards the crowd on the opposite side. The onlookers automatically gave up a human alley and let the little bully pass through.

"Damn!" Liu smiled shockedly, with a layer of white hair and sweat on his forehead.

Zhao Youcheng immediately couldn't laugh again, and a roar exploded in the crowd.

"Fuck you, stop grandpa!" Li Shang's blood suddenly surged to his face, and the blue veins on his neck jumped high.

"Who is presumptuous?" Zhao Youcheng tilted his neck and searched for a while. At a glance, Li Xiang, who squeezed out of the crowd with Lu's sleeves, forced him step by step and said with a ferocious smile, "What the hell is in your crotch? Do you know who she is? Who is the master?"

Li Xiang pinched the mountain with his fingers and said with a sneer, "No matter what kind of person you are, such behavior is not worth a beast!"

"Hey!" Zhao Youcheng made a strange appearance and turned his face to several people who were watching the lively people around him. "This poor boy, he wants to take care of my business. Humph, I'm Zhao Youcheng, the young master of the Zhao family in Hankou. Are you in charge of my business?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Xiang waved his palm early and slapped him in the face. Five purple fingerprints fell on Zhao Youcheng's face, which immediately expanded.