On the seventh day of the ninth lunar month, at 7:45 pm in the third quarter of the lunar month, Beijing, outside the Zhengyang Gate in the Outer City, was crowded with people, bustling and lively.【】
Today is the Zhengyangmen Temple Fair. As before, merchants gathered here. The long street stalls were set up from Zhengyangmen to five miles away. The acrobatic stage troupe can be seen every few hundred steps. There are so lively children.
People were running around grabbing grain gourds, while the adults were busy choosing supplies for their families. The meat stalls were also crowded with people. The butchers were slaughtering fat pigs and selling them, and the business was amazing.
Good.
The aroma of various Beijing-style snacks filled the air of the market, and hearty and happy laughter ebbed and flowed with each other. Although most of the people who came to attend the temple fair were Han people, they were also bitter farmers outside the city, but they couldn't help but there were so many people.
The vendors can always make a sum of money that usually takes many days to earn. For today's temple fair, they have already prepared enough goods and are waiting for the market to open.
The actors on the stage were dressed in red and colorful, and appeared on stage. As the husband and wife sang together, they recalled the past. The big drums resounded through the sky, and the bitter sound was heartbreaking, and the miserable lives of the old people sitting under the stage were shocked.
There was a shudder. The girls knew that the theater was very dusty, but they had to apply osmanthus oil and wear the best clothes. However, they were not doing it for the show, but for people. The young people's attention was not on stepping on the drums and holding hands with their hands.
The ministers and generals who were holding on to the wat board and marching steadily forward were not the Hua Dan who turned around nimbly after throwing away her handkerchief. They were chasing the girl whose cloth shoes were covered with dust, who smiled happily and happily.
There were only senior seniors, soaked with sweat and covered with dust. Under their cracked straw hats, there were shiny collars and clothes that smelled of kang cigarette smoke. They were concentrating, with toothless mouths open, saliva flowing down their faces.
The white beard drips without knowing it. A pot of dry smoke, puffing up the clouds, a handful of pockmarks, a crisp crackling sound, and the antique flavor of Qin opera, it seems that in this artistic conception, it has an authentic background.
They may not know about the Chenqiao mutiny and Zhao Kuangyin who was wearing a yellow robe, but they are familiar with the news that the king of Xiahedong cried first. The old women do not know a word and have memorized "Xi Meng's mother, choose a neighbor; a son who does not learn, will cut off his opportunity" is very rare.
, but when it comes to Sanniang’s godson, everyone can recite ten or eight sentences of it. No, some old women have already followed the actor and hummed: "If you wet the left side, change it on the right side. If the right side wets, change the left side. If you wet the left side, change it on the left side. Wet both sides.
Wet it, put it in your mother’s arms and dry it warmly…”
In fact, there weren't many people in the show, but there were quite a few people running small businesses who joined in the fun.
It was a peaceful temple fair, a scene of prosperity and peace, but it made Zhao Qiang embarrassed because he was almost out of breath. The city of Beijing was right in front of him, and its open city gate was waving to Guan Ningjun, but looking around
We went to the temple fair outside Zhengyangmen, but there were tens of thousands of people, old and young, who blocked Zhengyangmen.
Qi Zhuang asked anxiously: "Commander, what should I do?"
What to do? Zhao Qiang’s idea suddenly changed. Beijing was divided into inner and outer cities. Han people lived in the outer city and there were no key government offices. The Manchus lived in the inner city. The imperial city also had six government offices and infantry government offices in the inner city.
All the eight banners' administrative offices were in the inner city, so even if the outer city was captured, as long as the gates of the inner city were closed, Beijing would still not be captured.
We can't wait any longer. The army has already arrived. If we stay for one more minute, we will be in greater danger!
The city is being robbed now!
Glancing at the dense crowd, Zhao Qiang suddenly thought: "Go in!"
"yes!"
Suddenly, thousands of cavalry swarmed outside Zhengyang Gate like arrows.
The galloping cavalry and the shocking cries made the crowd outside Zhengyang Gate move northward in unison.
Doubtful, puzzled, shocked!
When the torrent of cavalry rushed towards the crowd without any scruples, the crowd screamed and fled in a hurry.
The gongs and drums on the stage were still beating, and the actors were still singing "yi yi ya ya", but they were surprised to find that the audience suddenly rushed to the stage with shouts and shouts. Soon, they came to the armored yellow clothes
The cavalry galloped wildly through the streets, and wherever they passed, there were crying children and the screams of people who were knocked down.
The young and old girls no longer cared about flirting with each other, and scurried towards the houses on both sides like flies on their heads in fear.
"Kangxi is dead and the Qing Dynasty is dead!"
"Kangxi is dead and the Qing Dynasty is dead!"
With the fall of Zhengyangmen, Guan Ning's troops rushed into the city in four directions. The first cavalry regiment was responsible for Andingmen and Deshengmen where the two yellow flags lived; the second regiment was responsible for Chaoyangmen and Dongzhimen where the two white flags lived;
The third regiment is responsible for Fuchengmen and Xizhimen, where the two red flags live; the fourth regiment is responsible for Xuanwumen and Chongmen, where the two blue banners live; and the fifth regiment is responsible for key yamen such as the Sixth Department Yamen and the Infantry Command Yamen. Zhao Qiang is in charge
Led the Guards and the 1st Guards Division to attack the Imperial City.
According to the order before entering Beijing, once the Mancheng is invaded, all connections will be immediately blocked, the main roads and major roads will be controlled, and the princes' palaces will be surrounded. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy. The inner city must be controlled in the shortest possible time. As for the outer city,
Don't worry about it for now. Under this order, each regiment immediately rushed to their designated areas after entering the city. If they saw any Qing soldiers or rebel bannermen, they would all be killed.
Sun Dequan, the director of the Imperial College, heard the noise coming from outside. He didn't know what was going on, so he led his people to investigate. Before he could reach the outside of the courtyard, he saw hundreds of howling scholars and common people pouring into the Imperial College desperately.
The scholars were so crowded that the gate of the Imperial College was blocked, and the officers and soldiers inside could not get out. Seeing these scholars in such a hurry, Sun Dequan knew that something was not good, and something big must have happened outside. He rushed to Minglou and wanted to go outside.
However, they saw that the cavalry all over the street were chasing the soldiers of Shuntian Prefecture, slashing them left and right. The officers and soldiers could not stop them. The cavalry shouted the slogan "Kangxi is dead, the Qing Dynasty is dead" and came from all directions in dense numbers.
I don't know how many people gathered together. There were constant noises coming from all around, along with the fire and smoke rising into the sky. It looked like there were rebel cavalry not only in the Imperial College, but also all over the capital. Sun Dequan was so frightened that his face turned pale.
He didn't care anymore and kept trembling there. Fortunately, the servant beside him was clever and dragged him down. He even pulled and hugged him and took him to the master of the wine ceremony, Lu Fu, who spoke eloquently.
I told Lu Fu about the situation outside.
When he heard that the rebels had entered the capital, Lu Fu was dumbfounded and stamped his feet anxiously: "What should we do? Mr. Sun, please come up with an idea for me!" As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people saw him.
A disheveled scholar was stumbling towards this side.
"Sir, the rebels are coming! They are coming!"
"Sir, save the students!"
When Lu Fu heard this, he was unsteady on his feet and felt a little dizzy. If the rebels were allowed to rush into the Imperial Academy, he would be in trouble as an official, and his neck would be even more difficult to save. When he thought of how he would be cut into pieces by the rebels who rushed in,
, Lu Fu immediately became the Lord of the Six Gods and grabbed Sun Dequan: "Master Sun, please quickly bring people to stop those thieves. I will bring in the reinforcements right away!"
You old boy wants to run away, but you still use me as a gunman, no way! It is important to save your life right now, so a fool stays here! Sun Dequan didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Fu, and threw him to the ground: "Master Lu, you should lead someone to stop him
, I’m going to bring you some reinforcements.” After saying that, he pointed at the servant and said, “Quick, carry the master on your back and leave through the back door!”
The servant was smart and didn't ask so many questions. He immediately picked up Sun Dequan and ran towards the back door.
Sun Dequan's actions stunned the scholars. How could the dignified Imperial College Master Si Ye be so afraid of death? It took a long time for someone to shout, "If you don't run away, the rebels will rush in!" Only then did everyone react and follow Sun Dequan.