In the vast territory of China, every city of a certain size has more or less a grand heritage accumulated over the years. Over time, a saying has been brewed: look at Haojing for two thousand years of history, look at Yanjing for a thousand years of history, and look at Yanjing for a hundred years of history.
Look at Shanghai.
Yanjing, the imperial capital for eight hundred years.
Maybe it is not the most developed city in China, maybe it is far inferior to the beauty of Suzhou and Hangzhou, but there is no doubt that it has symbolized the supreme power from ancient times to the present. In the past two days, Yang Chen savored the details of this city and was quite touched by it.
, to borrow the words of an official, this city is a shortcut to the peak of power.
Due to maintenance, Yang Chen was not able to climb the tower to experience the thrill of overlooking all living beings. He only dragged Ding Hao, who was looking around to see everything new, and hurriedly walked across the Jinshui Bridge and through the end gate. A large number of tourists rushed towards the flag guard station.
Taking a photo, the two men who experienced the flames of real war only had a brief glimpse.
"All these look-alike soldiers, what's there to take pictures of?" Ding Hao muttered, a little disdainful and a little angry. He felt aggrieved for his comrades who had gone through life and death and even sacrificed their lives. Why should a group of look-alike soldiers walking goose-stepping and raising the flag enjoy extra benefits?
attention and honor?
Yang Chen knew what Ding Hao was thinking and smiled without comment.
After the Duanmen is the Meridian Gate, the entrance to the Forbidden City. Yang Chen, who was frightened by the long queue in front of the ticket window, finally bought two adult tickets from a scalper. It was convenient to spend dozens of yuan more, but Ding Hao was puzzled.
, amidst the heavy security at the emperor’s feet, how can there be room for scalpers to survive?
If the water is clear, there will be no fish.
The water beneath the Imperial City is deeper and muddier.
Yang Chen, who saw things thoroughly, took Ding Hao into the Meridian Gate with the crowd, and took a quick tour to appreciate the elegance of the royal place, the majesty of the palaces on the central axis, and the obscurity of the six east and west palaces. The two of them hurriedly experienced it, and it took them nearly three days to experience it.
At 1 hour, I walked out of the back door of the Forbidden City and entered Jingshan Park directly. I climbed to the highest point of Jingshan Mountain and overlooked the Forbidden City against the backdrop of the setting sun.
Yang Chen didn't feel very comfortable, but he was worried about the Jingshan Mountain he was stepping on, because it once had another name...Meishan Mountain, where an emperor who even many historians couldn't say was good or bad committed suicide.
, Chinese civilization fell into darkness from that moment and headed towards humiliation.
At the top of the mountain.
Yang Chen, who was rarely sentimental, was quite melancholy and filled with emotion.
Most men who are a bit paranoid about patriotism have been very sad about this period of history.
Fortunately, Wu Jie's phone call brought him back to reality. Old Wu, who was going to do some personal business, asked him and Ding Hao to meet at the Workers' Stadium in the evening, eat and go clubbing, and have a good night.
Yang Chen hung up the phone and took a look. It was almost time to move to the Workers' Stadium. You must know that Beijing's evening rush hour is not an ordinary traffic jam. The two left Jingshan Park and took a taxi to the Workers' Stadium. They walked and stopped all the way, but the result was worse than agreed.
Arrive ten minutes early.
At night, the bar street is brightly lit.
Ding Hao, who came out of the mountains, came to this kind of place for the first time. He stopped on the roadside and looked around. Every time his eyes touched the girl who was wearing cool and almost revealing clothes, this boy always hurriedly avoided it. He was nervous and shy, amusing several bold and beautiful girls, and deliberately
Ding Hao's charming laughter made Ding Hao blush and lower his head.
In the bustling crowd, many girls looked at Yang Chen, who was wearing loose camouflage pants, a tight camouflage vest and trousers-cuffed training boots, showing off his macho charm.
"Handsome guy, can I get to know you?"
The sweet voice came from the red Audi A4 in the parking space next to Yang Chen. Through the lowered window, a mature woman with heavy makeup and a charming temperament whose exact age could not be guessed stared at Yang Chen with a smile, her plump figure outlined by a light pink tank top.
The lines are particularly hot, and the smile is graceful.
She may not be considered a beauty, but she must be a stunner worthy of a man going to bed and having fun with her.
Yang Chen smiled softly, shook his head and refused, causing countless male animals around him to secretly scold him for being stupid, secretly wishing that the roles could be reversed.
The mature woman was stunned for a moment, never expecting to be rejected so straightforwardly, then she smiled pretending to be indifferent, lowered her head and played with her phone without getting out of the car, as if she was waiting for someone.
Yang Chen turned around and looked to the other side, calm and composed. He was going back to his hometown of Xinfeng tomorrow. His mind was filled with the shadows of his parents and Li Nan. How could he be in the mood to get entangled with a strange woman? He was not a Wuless man who wanted to be the king when he met a beautiful woman.
Good animals, free to pluck beauties from all over the world, that is the fate of the male protagonist of YY novels. His life is not a novel, and he does not think that he has the fate of the male protagonist.
Ding Hao stared blankly at his comrade who was so awesome. He was in a daze for a while, and then extended his thumbs up with great admiration. Yang Zi was awesome.
If I have this skill of killing women instantly, I don't have to worry about not getting a wife.
Ding Hao was thinking wildly when he was attracted by the scolding behind him. He turned around and saw a beautiful girl angrily walking out of a street restaurant. A young man in his mid-twenties chased her out with a playful smile. He let the girl scold him and grabbed her wrist.
Go ahead and keep asking for your phone number.
This kind of drama that happened in bars and nightclubs suddenly appeared on the streets where people were coming and going, catching most passers-by off guard and watching in surprise.
"Let go, if you don't let me go, I'll call the police!" The girl was so angry that she was about to cry.
The young man laughed wildly and said unscrupulously: "That's good, I like you like this. If you don't want to be my girlfriend today, let alone calling the police, it's useless to call the King of Heaven."
Arrogant enough.
It was as if the eight-hundred-year-old emperor was a plaything under the feet of this arrogant beast.
On the bustling street, some people who stopped to watch had just had the urge to complain, but were immediately completely shocked by the young man's rogue arrogance.
It's satisfying for a hero to save a beauty.
But no one wants to taste the feeling of being abused instead of saving her beauty.
After all, a hero rescuing a beauty requires strong physical strength and even more powerful capital.
Yang Chen frowned. He had always looked down upon a man who made things difficult for women. How could he bully others arbitrarily even though he was so awesome? Bullshit logic. He wanted to step forward. The honest and honest Ding Hao had already rushed out first. Others could only see a blur in front of their eyes. This boy had already
Show off the arrogant youth's dirty tricks.
"Ouch..."
The young man let go of his hand in pain, and looked at Ding Hao who didn't seem to be using much force with bared teeth. Ding Hao raised his hand, and the young man stumbled back four or five steps. He said angrily: "You dare to meddle in other people's business, you have the guts to kill me, otherwise I will kill you today."
you."
The young man approached Ding Hao reluctantly and reached out to slap Ding Hao on the cheek repeatedly. It was neither light nor heavy, but full of provocation. Yang Chen was worried that Ding Hao would lose control and fight back. In the past two years, they had learned too many killing skills, and they firmly remembered that they would not take any action.
Then, the survival rule of the special forces is to kill the enemy with one shot as much as possible.
So they are called the gods of death on the battlefield.
If Ding Hao misses, the consequences will be disastrous.
After Yang Chen thought about it, he rushed out, pulled Ding Hao away with one hand, grabbed the arrogant young man by the collar with the other, and threw him to the side. The young man stumbled backwards again. He must have drunk some wine, and his feet didn't fall apart.
Then he fell down and accidentally hit the back of his head on the steps of the restaurant.
Peng!
The dull sound tore at the heart.
The arrogant young man twitched twice, died, and died with eyes closed.
The incident happened so suddenly that everyone watching was stunned. Yang Chen came closer to take a look, his face suddenly became solemn, and his heart was extremely bitter. Could it be that God was teasing him again?
"Killing people...is none of my business...I don't know them..."
The girl who was molested was incoherent and panicked. In order to show her innocence, she took out her mobile phone and called the police first.
