A yellow moon was round and quiet. The night was so beautiful that it seemed to be unreal. In the back garden of the Prime Minister's residence, large clusters of bright red flowers were blooming. The guards and secret service agents stood around the residence, loyally performing their duties. Upstairs, the Prime Minister's study room was late at night, but the lights were still on.

In the study room.

Li Zicheng, leaning over at the desk, held a brush in his right hand and wrote on rice paper.

"The waves in the Miluo abyss are shaking, and the clouds are flying beside Wushan peaks; I am independent in the turbid world, and my righteous indignation is burning with blood; the powerful and noble only know the noble family, and I am worried that there are really no people in the country; the rich only know how to praise the rich, but the country has no thoughts; the wise man sees the decline of the country, and the fools are still dancing in the world. The rise and fall of chaos is like a dream, and the world is like a game of chess;..."

For some reason, Li Zicheng's mind was blank when he picked up the pen. He just recalled the lyrics of "Song of the Showa Reform" I read in college and wrote on paper. Perhaps this was a kind of venting, or perhaps it was a kind of helplessness towards reality. Once upon a time, when he was young and frivolous, when he first heard that song and read that song, he felt a strong helplessness, even for many worldly affairs and for reality. Although he also hated Japanese militarism, every time he listened to this song, he was inexplicably moved by this generous and tragic song. In addition to the melody, it was probably because of the depression, unfairness, worrying about the country and the people in the poem, which made people feel sad!

But what about now? It still has a strong sense of injustice. Even now, despite the power, it is still so powerless to reality.

After all... At this time, perhaps only this ancient Chinese poem can express everything in his heart and vent his dissatisfaction. This song "Song of the Showa Reform" was written by Mikami Zhuo, the main planner of the May 15th Incident (assassination of Prime Minister Inuyasu). The article mentions Miluo River and Li Sao to show that he is the same as Qu Yuan's worrying about the country and the people. At this time, Li Zicheng's mood is not like this.

He longs for change and yearns for change. He once felt complacent that with his own strength, he was changing the destiny of China. It seems that this is true.

In modern Chinese history, when will China's international status be compared with the present? When will China's economic situation be compared with the present? Even the lives of millions of people have changed, but... this country is still that country, and the officials here are still those officials...

Until Zhang Zuolin leaked his secret for his own interests, Li Zicheng finally realized that he had not changed the country. In fact, this country is still that country. No matter how it develops, no matter what the national economy develops, he at most only injected a few needles of nutrient solution into acne, turning those poisonous acne into acne, but those acne still corrodes the muscles and bones of the country. It is still corroding the root of this country.

A fundamental change, perhaps only a fundamental change from the root to the inside, from bottom to top, from bottom to top can change all this. Li Zicheng, who could not calm down, was writing it vigorously, and regular scripts were written from time to time on rice paper.

"The Chinese New Year is empty, men are connected to justice! There are millions of soldiers in their hearts, and their loyal souls are scattered when they die; the old corpses cross over, and this body is swaying with clouds. The country of worries stands forward, and men sing from now on! The sky is furious and the earth is roaring; the earth is roaring very loudly; those who sleep forever cannot sleep; China is awakening in today; and the clouds are hanging in the sky; and the waves are in an uproar, and the opportunity for innovation is now here. The storm rises at night to sweep away China; the world is in a down-and-out place. People are confused and don't know where to praise the glory of the world. Who can still see the tall buildings of the world; fame is just a trace in dreams, but sincerity will never disappear. Life is just a feeling of spirit, and who can make comments on success or failure; Li Sao's song is over, and the sang of generosity is over today. Our sword is on our waists, and the blood is surging in the sea..."…

Finally, this lyric that had been slightly modified was written on paper. Hanging a pen and looking at the poem on the paper, Li Zicheng's mood was still uneasy. He held the ink-dripping paper in his hand. Looking at the poem, he thought of his concern for the country and the people, and thought of... At the end, Li Zicheng sighed.

After a long sigh, Li Zicheng left the study room and left such a poem on the desk. After Li Zicheng left the office, two agents from the Secret Service entered the study room as usual to check, closed the windows and pulled the curtains. When they passed by the desk, one of the agents looked at the desk in a flash and was attracted by the ink-soaked paper. He walked a few steps forward and looked at the poem on the paper, and he immediately stood there.

"The waves in the Miluo abyss are shaking, and clouds are flying beside Wushan peaks; I am independent in the turbid world, and my righteous indignation is burning with blood; the powerful and noble only know the noble family, but they are worried that there are really no people in the country; the rich only know how to praise the wealth, and the country will never think about it..."

The agent was reciting this poem, and his whole expression seemed a little excited. He and another agent looked at each other, but the two of them were involuntarily looking at the poem and reciting the poem...

In China, perhaps from the late Qing Dynasty, military camps were often far away from the city. This was from the training of the Yuan family's small station, and then influenced the whole country through the training of the new army. The reason was that in order to keep the soldiers away from the prosperity of the city and to be at ease in the army, there were huge military camps that were enough to accommodate tens of thousands of officers and soldiers to live and train.

In contrast, after the Ministry of Internal Affairs established the Internal Affairs Force, the internal affairs force, which was a limited-scale unit, unexpectedly chose a location closer to the city. This may be because of the different missions of its responsibility. The internal affairs force not only needs to undertake the task of suppressing bandits, but also needs to assist the police in handling local solutions when necessary. Especially for the General Administration of the Central Police, the Internal Affairs Force is its most powerful support for carrying out operations in provinces across the country.

The reason why Chinese people are familiar with the internal affairs is not because they have eliminated nearly 500,000 bandits in provinces across the country in just one year, but more because they cooperate with the "forced tax payment" action carried out by the tax officials of the Ministry of Finance. For many Chinese people, there are many problems in consciously paying taxes, especially after the implementation of the national and local tax division. Local people often do not take the unarmed tax officials seriously at all. Although agents from the Secret Service of the Ministry of Finance have also cooperated with them to collect taxes, light-armed agents have little deterrent effect. Therefore, violent tax resistance is common, and tax collection is often difficult. It can be seen that it is absolutely necessary to form an armed tax police force.

However, Yuan Shikai never approved the establishment of an armed tax police, but taxes cannot be avoided. The phenomenon of tax loss and violent tax resistance occurred many times. Finally, with the approval of the State Council, the Internal Affairs Force began to undertake the task of assisting tax officials in collecting taxes. This is why the Internal Affairs Force always has newspaper heads of newspapers of all sizes almost every month.

Perhaps when establishing an internal army, because it performs too many urban tasks, its military camps are often close to the city, just like the First Corps of the Internal Army stationed in the southern suburbs of the capital. The military camp is only less than six miles away from Beijing, and even a few minutes after walking out of the military camp, you can see relatively prosperous restaurants and even brothels. For merchants, soldiers are always easy to make money, so they naturally will not miss the wallets of these internal army officers and soldiers with rich military salaries. Although they signed a contract with nearby landlords when land acquisition was acquired around the military camp, they only limited the construction purposes within 500 meters around the military camp, but that was only 500 meters. Those military men who were on the offside obviously would not consider the short hundreds of meters.

As in the past, on weekends, many soldiers who played here were welcomed early in the taverns and brothels around the military camp. The soldiers also needed to relax, soldiers and officers, but they often sat together in the halls and halls on the first floor, and were not willing to do so. In order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting soldiers, the officers often chose to enter the city. Compared with soldiers, the officers had higher incomes, so they could naturally support this expense...

In the private room upstairs of a restaurant in the city, three or four young officers and two or three young men in white shirts were drinking wine and talking about current affairs to each other. They talked a lot, from the wars of the Expeditionary Force, to the industry in the country, to the lives of the people. For young people, they always had this and that ambition.

"The people's lives are too poor!"

Putting down the wine glass, Wang Guoliang said in an extremely uneven tone.

"Actually, it's not the case. Now the Prime Minister and the State Council are working hard. Many people's lives are much better than before. This year, many places have a great harvest..."

Li Jiaxiang, who works in the Ministry of Finance of the State Council, said with some disagreement, and then he specifically emphasized.

"Now, things are always turning to the good side!"

"Turning? How long will it take!"

Looking at the middle school classmates, Sun Xingmao said in an extremely dissatisfied tone.

"The Prime Minister is working hard, you are working hard, but how many years will it take? Last month, I just returned from Shanxi Province to investigate the family status of the recruits..."

As an adjutant of the squadron, Sun Xingmao, one of his jobs was to investigate the family situation of the recruits. Then he talked seriously about the rural life situation he saw when investigating the family of the recruits.

"... In short, if you don't have the countryside, you don't know what the countryside will look like. It was this investigation that I realized that my hard life in the past ten years was isolated from the world of poverty, and I also deeply felt the difficulties of people's livelihood in China..."

When he sighed, Li Yang nodded with a deep understanding.

"Our first corps is stationed in the capital and has almost never performed the task of suppressing bandits. However, when other troops perform their tasks, they always come into contact with the truth in the countryside and the sufferings of people's livelihood. Many colleagues are writing letters saying that in this way, the suppression of bandits is a bandit, and the same bandits should be suppressed, and the same bandits are simply a poor life and forced out by local governments. The sufferings of the people's lives can not be described by words!"

Shaking his head and sighing, Li Yang, the staff officer in the combat department of the Corps, said with emotion.

"Last week, I received a letter from an old friend who served in the Expeditionary Army. His troops were a provincial army. Some of them also wrote to their sons who went to the expedition, saying that they would use the money sent by the state to fulfill their filial piety after they died in battle."

Speaking of this, he took a sip of wine and his eyes turned red.

"Use money to die in battle to fulfill your filial piety! Life is so desperate that it will only say such words."

When his indignant words were expressed, Li Jiaxiang nodded deeply and then said with some angrier.

"On the one hand, it is the poor life of the people, and on the other hand, it is the officials' misfortune. Not to mention the local government, the corruption of local officials is known to be clean again. The Somme River, the Expeditionary Force won the victory, and the government held dozens of celebration banquets of various levels. The money alone cost nearly ten million..."

"Nearly ten million..."

For a moment everyone was surprised.

"Isn't it? Where did the money be spent? It's all wasted. With this money, it's better to use it to help the soldiers..."

"Will the Ministry of Finance not fail to pay this? Isn't your Ministry of Finance the State Council? How could the Prime Minister agree!"

"Can the Prime Minister disagree? We must be stable and coordinated, and the government and the court will be divided, but there cannot be too many conflicts. Disagreement between the government and court will inevitably lead to political chaos, and the Prime Minister is considering the overall situation!"

"The overall situation... the Prime Minister is good, but the President..."

"Isn't it? If it weren't for the president, the generals of each province would support those corrupt officials, the Ministry of Internal Affairs would have cleaned up those corrupt officials long ago, but the president had a tangle with the generals of each province and used public instruments as a sacrifice. In this way, he would suppress the Prime Minister. Even if the Prime Minister has the ability to control the country, what can he do? He could only be helpless and sad and angry!"...

As Zhao Lianyou said this, he still showed the tired, disappointed and indignant face of the Prime Minister at the Ministry of Industry and Commerce that night. Can the Prime Minister not be disappointed in the face of such a group of corrupt officials? What can the Prime Minister do when facing the suffering of the people, who is more willing but less capable than the Prime Minister?

"The waves in the Miluo abyss are shaking, and the clouds are flying beside Wushan peaks; I am independent in the turbid world. The indignation is burning and blood is pouring; the powerful and noble only know the noble family, and worry that there is really no one in the country; the rich only know how to praise the rich, and the country is not thinking about the country; the wise see the decline of the country. Fools are still dancing in the world. The rise and fall of chaos is like a dream, and the world is really like a game of chess;..."

As he thought so, Zhao Lianyou chanted this poem lightly at his mouth, and when he was reciting the poem, everyone in the box was surprised.

"The powerful and noble only know how to be proud of their families, and worry about the lack of people in the country; the rich only know how to praise the rich, so the country will never think about it; the wise man sees the decline of the country, and the fools are still dancing in the world. The rise and fall of chaos is like a dream, and the world is really like a game of chess..."

Li Yang and others asked in surprise when they were chanting this poem in their hearts.

"Nanlin. Who wrote this poem? It was very appropriate to write it!"

However, Zhao Lianyou did not answer him, but just sniffed his glass and drank a sip of the strong wine.

"In the Chinese New Year, men are connected to justice! There are millions of soldiers in their hearts, and their loyal souls are scattered when they die; the old corpse has crossed over, and this body is swaying with clouds. The country of worries stands forward. The man sings begins from now on!"

When he chanted here, his voice became louder, and his whole body became a little excited and excited.

"...The sky is furious and the earth is moving; it is roaring loudly; those who sleep forever cannot sleep; the awakening of China is in today; and the clouds droop in the sky; and the waves in the four seas are in an uproar, and the opportunity for innovation has come, and the storm rises at night to sweep away China; people in the world are confused and do not know where, but those who once praised glory in the world can still be seen; fame and fortune are only traces in dreams, but sincerity will never disappear. Life is just a feeling of spirit, and who can make a comment again; after a song of Li Sao, a generous and sad song is over today. Our sword is on our waists, and the blood is surging in the sea..."

quiet!

After the poem was over, the box was quiet. Li Yang and others were completely immersed in the poem's concern for the country and the people.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

When he shook his head and sighed softly, Li Yang savored the poetry in his heart, and his blood was boiling for a moment. The depressed and unjust feeling of worrying about the country and the people revealed in the poem is really heart-wrenching!

"Who did this poem? Nanlin..."

"Who did it? Who else can write a poem?"

With a bitter smile, Zhao Lianyou drank another glass of wine.

"This poem was written by the Prime Minister half a month ago!"

This poem did not reach the outside world. In fact, even the Prime Minister's speech at the Ministry of Industry and Commerce that day was not leaked because of the speech of the Personnel Section Chief. For those officials in the central government, they also have their own political sensitivity, so they naturally know the importance of confidentiality.

Of course, they knew better that after the "division of the government and the government", the undercurrents were surging behind the seemingly harmonious between the government and the government. Naturally, under such circumstances, some things would be kept confidential.

"ah……"

As soon as his voice fell, everyone couldn't help but feel silent. The poem said that with the state of mind, and the Prime Minister actually used Qu Yuan to describe his heart. This... Miluo River, Li Sao, is this all to show that his spirit is the same as Qu Yuan's concern for the country and the people, but just the same?

I think the reason why the Prime Minister wrote such a poem similar to Qu Yuan's ambition is probably more of a strong sense of helplessness. Perhaps the Prime Minister is already exhausted. Even for the Prime Minister, he is deeply disgusted with the current situation in China, but what can he do?

"Prime Minister's handwritten!"

When everyone was surprised, Zhao Lianyou nodded a little heavy.

"The situation in the country is so unbearable. What if the Prime Minister has talent? Now, every time the Prime Minister wants to implement various changes, he will always be subject to many restrictions and constraints. The President and the Government are in a collusion with the local government for their own selfish interests, thus resisting the implementation of reforms by the State Council. Although the Prime Minister is willing to change, he is powerless!"

Powerless!

When Zhao Lianyou said this, Li Yang and others were silent. As soldiers, they should not have interfered in politics, but now, reading that poem, an unprecedented sense of mission permeates their hearts and spreads... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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