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Li Xiang and Liu Erqi talked there, and everyone seemed to know what important things were discussed with Marshal Li. Under the wind and snow, they are waiting quietly. The most energetic and warm-blooded young people were also quiet, and no one dispersed.

Li wants to talk about education, which is the most painful thing for him. The modern education he received is undoubtedly a failure. The higher the education he receives, the more shameless he is to be a money worshiper, and the more he is to worship foreigners and the more he wants to be a fake foreign devil.

"China's education has always gone the wrong way. He teaches people to study in order to get promoted and get rich. He teaches people to leave the countryside and run to the city. He teaches people to eat without planting rice, clothes without cotton, and house building without afforestation. He taught the peasants to become nerds. The new style of education in the city may not be good. The whole article is full of tradition, losing its own cultural heritage, and becoming a blind worship of foreign countries!" Li wanted to hold the excitement, and his handsome face was red. "I think the way of New China's education is to build a living education that is suitable for real life and implements teaching as a combination. It should be from China's actual national conditions, the central school of rural life, from the living central school production life, from the rural teacher, and from the living rural teacher. Teachers of Fan's life, from living teachers' life to students and living citizens.

"Li Shuai!" A crisp girl's voice made Li want to turn around. Meadows waved to him in the crowd, "Liangbi, the leader of the Zongshe Party, was assassinated!"

"Is he dead?" Li Xiang stared at the housekeeper's little sister like electricity. With the oolong of Yuan Shikai's assassination last time, he dared not be happy too early now. He asked again, "Who did it?"

"Liang Bi, the military envoy, has been assassinated." Zhao Bingjun, the Minister of Civil Affairs, said when he saw Yuan Shikai sitting on the hot kang.

"Are you dead?" Yuan Shikai straightened back and asked him if he was dead. His feelings were obvious.

Zhao Bingjun bowed slightly and replied, "It seems that he is not dead yet. I heard that one leg was blown off. I guess it's not too far from death."

Premier Yuan secretly praised Wang Jingwei's fast and good work, but on the surface he pretended not to know the inside story and asked, "Do you dare to be done by the revolutionary party?"

Zhao Bingjun was also uncertain and said, "It's probably always their party members."

Zhao Bingjun's answer made Yuan Shikai confused again, so he asked, "Have you caught the murderer?"

Zhao Bingjun replied, "Liang Bi is not dead, but the person who threw the bomb is dead."

Premier Yuan nodded and sighed, "The assassination of the party is really powerful, but Liang Bi is extremely stubborn. If he hadn't been killed, it would not be easy to do after all." There is a clear and consolation.

Zhao Bingjun also nodded and said, "Once this person dies, it will be easy to achieve national republic."

Hearing that Liang Bi was assassinated, Zhao Bingjun had a lot of trouble with Yuan Ke on the way here. However, the prince mentioned this matter and told him about him. It made him feel uneasy all the time. After all, Yuan Shikai and Liang Bi were assassinated one after another, and maybe it would be his turn. If this assassination was planned by Yuan Shikai, then...

Premier Yuan stared at Zhao Bingjun, who was spinning his eyes. After a long time, he smiled and said, "Do you think China's national system is good for autocracy and a good republic?"

Zhao Bingjun was stunned, looked at Yuan Shikai quickly and said, "The Chinese people are only subject to tyocracy, but the current situation has to be republican. If the autocratic system is still used, there must be an emperor. Once the Qing Emperor abdiced, who will be the emperor? Even if someone takes over, the reputation will not be much different from that of Wang Mang and Cao Cao. In my shallow opinion, I have to push the boat along the water and talk about it slowly.

Yuan Shikai didn't say anything. He got up and paced a few steps. He suddenly turned around and approached Zhao Bingjun. His eyes became aggressive and smiled, "It's so incisive!" The Chinese people are only worthy of autocracy, but the current situation has to be republican.

There was great pressure in Yuan Shikai's voice. Zhao Bingjun was shocked and his knees were about to kneel down. He hurriedly stabilized his mind and said, "China is naturally as good as Japan. It's just that this king should be the king of China, but now he is the king of Diyi."

Premier Yuan couldn't help noisiing his head and talking with Zhao Bingjun for a few words before he broke up.

Besides, Peng Jiazhen, who assassinated Liangbi, was a party member of the Beijing-Tianjin Alliance. He planned to contact the northern Yanzhao Alliance with Wu Luzhen. Wu Luzhen was assassinated and the alliance failed, and he instigated Wang Jinming and others to revolt in Luanzhou. It was also a traitor uprising. The Beijing-Tianjin Alliance abandoned the uprising and started the assassination. The assassination of Yuan Shikai failed. The Beijing City led to the Revolutionary Party, but it was at the time of the storm that Peng Jiazhen resolutely sneaked into Beijing alone.

I heard that Wang Jingwei lives in the Jintai Hotel along the West River. Although Peng Jiazhen doesn't like Wang Jingwei's behavior, Wang Jingwei is the president of the Beijing-Tianjin Alliance after all. He went to find Wang Jingwei. I didn't see Wang Jingwei in Jintai Hotel, but he saw a business card on the living room table in Wang Jingwei's guest room, printed with the words "Chonggong" of the supervision of the Fengtian Army Lecture Hall, and a photo with the words "Ai Xinjueluo Liangbi, the deputy governor of the military and the white flag Han army.

Peng Jiazhen looked around at no one. She took it in her pocket, then walked out of the living room and asked the tea room as if nothing had happened: "When has Mr. Wang been here?"

The tea room nodded and bowed and said, "Mr. Wang went to Tianjin and declared that he would come back in two or three days. His room is still there."

Peng Jiazhen got this clue. When she met several party members at Guoguang News Agency in the evening, she reported what she saw and heard during the day.

Peng Jiazhen said, "I have borrowed a suit of uniforms, took another explosive bomb, and went to the Dahongluo Factory to settle accounts with this boy. With Chonggong's business card, as a medium of insight, fight for this small body to repay the deep hatred of the loss of Yuan.

After saying that, Peng Jiazhen found a pen and paper to write a desperate book: "If the republic is successful, it will be glorious even if it dies; if it is not successful, it will be humiliated even if it is born; it is better to die than to be humiliated!"

He gave the silver ticket of 100 yuan and clothing utensils to his servant Wu Huanzhang and brought them back to Tianjin.

Several young party members looked at Peng Jiazhen in a daze and couldn't say anything. They were very sad. Li Xiang stroked their shoulders and said, "Brothers, what do you want to say to me?"

The youngest party member was still a teenager. Tears gushed out. He couldn't help but shed tears and read out the poem that Zhao Bo sent to Wu Yue first: "Don't shake hands when you are at the wrong side. After a thousand years, goodbye knows where it is, and the vast sea of blood is angry."

Listening to this poem silently, Peng Jiazhen also nodded and smiled bitterly.

In the evening, Peng Jiazhen changed her clothes and hid two bombs in her handbag. She took a carriage and entered the front door. First, she went to the military office. She didn't see Liangbi, so she turned to Liangbi's private house in Hongluo Factory.

Peng Jiazhen asked the coachman to turn the carriage around and wait in front of the gate. He went straight to the gate and said politely, "Excuse me, is this the official residence of General Liangbi?"

The porter stared at the stranger. Seeing that he was wearing an officer's uniform and was powerful and handsome, he replied respectfully, "The general leader went to the royal palace and hasn't returned yet. May I ask your name, please?

"My surname is Chong Ming Gong, and I am under the supervision of Fengtian Lecture Martial Arts Hall. I'm here to meet my best friend today. While talking, Peng Jiazhen took out a respectful refined business card from her pocket.

"Ah, no welcome, no welcome! Please sit in the inner room!" The porter nodded and bowed.

"You're welcome. Liangbi and I have been good friends for many years, but in the past few years, we have been busy with official business and have been estranged from your house for a long time. Now that the general manager has not returned, I might as well go to the neighborhood to do a small matter first and come back later.

Peng Jiazhen is very shrewd. He thinks that Liang Bi is very familiar with Chonggong, and he is a fake Chonggong. If he waits in the house, waits for Liang Bi to enter the door and report first, it is inevitable that the attempt will be revealed, so that he will come out.

He straightened the saber around his waist, pedaled into the carriage, and drove slowly in the direction he came. He walked out of a T-character intersection dozens of feet away, turned a corner, and stopped under an old locust tree. He lifted the curtain, lit a cigarette, and stared at the vehicles and pedestrians on the road.

Before I finished smoking a cigarette, I saw a four-wheeled carriage galloping towards the Liangbi private house of Hongluochang at the intersection. Although Peng Jiazhen didn't see the people in the car, with her majestic appearance, she expected that it was Liang Bi to return home.

Peng Jiazhen whispered to the driver, "Keep up!"

The four-wheeled carriage in front of him stopped in front of the gate of Liangbi's private house. A young guard general jumped off the carriage and strode to the gate.

Peng Jiazhen's carriage followed and stopped at the door. He jumped out of the carriage and saw the young general in the dim light of the windlight: a square face, a big nose, thick lips, two thin moustaches, and he was sure that he was Liangbi.

Peng Jiazhen alertly carried the small bag containing two strong bombs, hurried to the door and shouted kindly, "Brother Liangbi!"

Liang Bi participated in the clan's secret discussion of the north-south war. Except for several Zongshe party speeches that echoed his main battle opinions, everyone else was silent. He was angry and came back in a carriage all the way. He closed his eyes anxiously and didn't want to look at everything around him. Peng Jiazhen followed, and he didn't mind. As soon as he stepped on the stone steps of the gate, he suddenly heard someone calling him affectionately behind him, so he stopped.

"Do you not recognize me?" Peng Jiazhen took out the Chonggong business card from her pocket and handed it over respectfully.

When Liang Bi took the business card and looked at it in the dim light, Peng Jiazhen quickly took out the bomb from the small bag, attracted the explosive device, and dropped it at Liang Bi's feet. However, this was a dumb bomb. Liang Bi was shocked when he saw the bomb dropped, but he was a bold soldier. He immediately turned around and jumped on the steps in front of the door. He pulled out his dagger at his waist and was ready to fight.

After Peng Jiazhen threw the first bomb, she quickly took out the second one and threw it at Liangbi.

There was a loud bang. Liang Bi, who had just pulled out his sword, his left leg was blown out more than ten feet away, and the stone steps were cracked. Liangbi's eight guards and one Ma Ben also fell into a pool of blood at the same time.

The alert Peng Jiazhen dropped the second bomb and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, a sharp shrapnel bounced back by the step stone and penetrated into his head. It was dark in front of him and fell straight down.