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    We have lived and thrived here for thousands of years. We share a common cultural heritage and common ancestors.

    But what about the Japanese?  They turned out to be just a group of Japanese pirates on a Japanese island.

    We have been oppressed by this group of Japanese pirates for so many years.

    Now General Xia is here with his soldiers, and he wants to drive these enemies away.

    Aisin Gioro Puyi is no longer the emperor of the false country of Manchukuo, but a member of the Chinese people. I will also do my best to fight against the Japanese aggression. I will do my best to fight against the Japanese aggression.  Drive these invaders from our land!  !  "

    After he said these words, he let out a long breath, and then turned his eyes to Xia Yang.

    Xia Yang just smiled and nodded at him, obviously very satisfied with his speech.

    Although the manuscript was written temporarily, the basic meaning has been expressed.

    As for the inflammation behind Puyi¡¯s back, it showed freely.

    It can be seen that for so many years, he also had great resentment towards the Japanese and nowhere to vent it.

    When Xia Yang saw Puyi coming over, he smiled and said, "Puyi, that's right. What he said is so heart-wrenching."

    Puyi smiled a little ashamedly and said: "This may be the strongest thing I have said in so many years.

    I think those Japanese people should have heard it too.  "

    As he said this, all the past events flashed through his mind.

    From the Forbidden City to the three eastern provinces, to being trapped as a puppet, and now, he is sitting here, getting rid of his identity as emperor and becoming an ordinary Chinese.

    Everything in the past has turned into smoke.

    Everything in front of you looks so dreamy.

    He looked at Xia Yang opposite, with a grateful smile on his face.

    Puyi felt a little tired.

    I have been wandering for most of my life, and I think I have stopped here.

    Thinking of this, the smile on his lips became even more relieved.

    Xia Yang said: "Your Qing Dynasty is gone."

    "Yes, my Qing Dynasty is gone.

    It¡¯s long gone. The efforts I have made over the past many years are just the wishful thinking of a madman.  "

    As Pu Yi said this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

    Xia Yang looked at him and said, "Why don't you just stay in this radio station, write articles and do chores there."

    When Puyi heard these words, he said: "Actually I really want to go back to Peiping, where my home is there."

    "The Forbidden City? It has become a museum now and you can't go in."

    Xia Yang smiled lightly.

    "It's either the Forbidden City or Peking City. That's my home."

    Puyi said, with infinite reminiscence in his eyes.

    ¡°Okay, when things here are settled, I will have someone take you back to Beiping City.

    There, you can live peacefully.

    There is no emperor anymore, and there are no more subjects for you. Then you will be an ordinary citizen of Peking City, and you will need to buy a ticket even to enter the Forbidden City.  "

    Xia Yang said half-jokingly.

    ¡°Hahaha, that kind of life may be a different kind of life.

    "At least it's better than being frightened and homeless now."  "

    Puyi said with a smile.

    He seemed to have really let go of everything in the past and his identity as emperor.

    Xia Yang didn't say much, just patted him on the shoulder and walked outside.

    Puyi settled down here, and for the next two years, he lived a peaceful life here with his wife Wanrong.

    Most people here know his past identity, but few people mention it.

    ¡°It¡¯s just after dinner, someone would make a joke about it, and he just took it as a friendly joke.

    Later, after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he testified in court and angrily denounced the numerous crimes committed by the Japanese Kwantung Army in the Northeast.

    After that, he finally returned to Beiping City as he wished.

    The city was completely different from when he left. No one shouted long live for him anymore, and the gates of the Forbidden City were no longer open to him alone.

    He grew up in Peking CityI met an ordinary employee who commuted to get off work from September to Friday every day. He liked to ride his bicycle and pass in front of the Forbidden City when he had nothing to do.

    When Puyi was young, he rode a bicycle for the first time in the large square in front of the Qianqing Palace.

    Countless times, he wanted to ride that bicycle imported from England, pass through the gate of the Forbidden City, go to Chang'an Street, go to the bustling crowd, and go to the prosperity that was isolated from him.

    But he never got it.

    Later, he rode his bicycle and passed by Chang'an Street, and he became a part of the hustle and bustle.

    A few years later, when he passed away, not many people paid homage to him.

    Unlike countless subjugated kings, he grew old slowly in a peaceful life, and then died slowly.

    This is his life, which was once extremely glorious and surpassed tens of thousands of people.

    Later it turned into a small grave without even a tombstone.

    His Qing Dynasty also died long ago.

    But this piece of land has been reborn.

    Xia Yang came out of the radio station and sat on the jeep, feeling a little emotional.

    Sitting in the passenger seat, he took a puff of his cigarette, and many things flashed through his mind.

    Some of those things are erratic, but some are very clear.

    About Puyi, not only about this country, but also about himself, and everyone living on this land.

    "What's the matter, military seat?"

    Qiu Guoping asked.

    Xia Yang chuckled and said, "That emperor, or rather an ordinary citizen of Peking City, Pu Yi, did you see his last look in his eyes?"

    "What's wrong?"

    Qiu Guoping said, looking at the radio station again. At this moment, Puyi was standing at the door, standing in the crowd, looking so inconspicuous.

    Yes, if the aura of the emperor fades away, he is just such an ordinary person, standing among the crowd, with a stooped figure, looking like a timid middle-aged man.

    "His eyes are actually very calm. After experiencing so many storms, he has seen through it all."

    Xia Yang said and closed the car door.

    "He has seen through it. If he doesn't see through it, there is nothing he can do about it. His Qing Dynasty has already forgotten about it."

    Qiu Guoping shrugged his shoulders and said.

    Xia Yang laughed and said: "Yeah, what's the use of talking about this? His Qing Dynasty has already died."

    After saying this, he patted the driver on the shoulder and motioned for him to drive.

    They passed through the busy streets, and many people in the city had already been mobilized and entered into the construction of barricades.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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