Queenie woke up the dreamer with some words, and Jia Liu's brain suddenly became enlightened, wasn't it? The fourth devil upgraded his ID card to an authentic Lao Man, so his surname was Jia Jia, not Jia.
In this way, the curse that the Han people have no good end when they become kings has nothing to do with me, Jia Jiaolao?
Make the king!
This is the limit for loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty. Not to mention Jia Liu's temptation, even a flower and a bear here would probably scream a few words.
Jia Liu, who was eager to think about it, leaned his head in front of the third minister, regardless of Cai Shangshu, who was about to pinch him, and asked, "Is it possible to be crowned king?"
The initiator, Lao Yang, nodded heavily and said nothing, but his eyes clearly told my brother-in-law that as long as you are shameless, you can definitely do it.
For no other reason, the consort in the capital is now the strongest and has the biggest fist.
Jia Liu was still cautious, always feeling that Lao Yang was a bit like Yuan Keding who used fake newspapers to trick me into becoming emperor.
Lao Yuan made one mistake and became the public enemy of the world. He, Xiao Jia, cannot follow in his footsteps.
Moreover, the morals of Lao Yang and the three of them are obviously getting worse and worse.
If these three people had some moral bottom line when Qianlong was in power, now the three of them hardly know what morality is.
However, Jia Liu also found it quite useful to have the three of them take turns to lick it like this.
So, the question is, is this the sorrow of Qianlong or the sorrow of Jia Liu?
"In terms of contribution to the Qing Dynasty, I pride myself on being number one in Ziguang Pavilion,"
Jia Liuxian gave himself an objective and fair evaluation. Fu Heng, who is now number one on the Ziguang Pavilion's list of heroes, and Zhao Hui, who is second, are definitely not as good as him, because these two did not have the merits of Qingtian to protect the Qing Dynasty.
"What my consort said is true!"
Sanzhongchen nodded naturally, with a look of deep understanding on his face.
"..."
Cai Shangshu of the Ministry of War, whose hands were tied next to him, looked like a wooden man. He didn't know whether he was hit too hard or was so stimulated by the four shameless people in front of him that he didn't react at all.
"Although I am a Manchurian, I have made great contributions to the country, but... that is... I mean no matter how the emperor awards me, people cannot talk about it behind my back. After all, I am still young and have little qualifications. I suddenly ascended to a high position.
It is inevitable that some people will be jealous, and everything must be in compliance with the rules... Do you understand what I mean?"
Jia Liu hoped that the three important officials of the Qing Dynasty could help him solve the obstacles to the title of king from an institutional perspective. They did not seek to be more honorable, but at least complied with the rules and did not fall into the trap of others.
"this..."
I understand, but I am really hesitant because there is no good solution at the moment.
After all, there is a precedent for begging the prince's consort to be granted the title of Baylor, and there is a precedent of Beizi from Fukang'an, but directly asking for the title of king for the prince's consort is really impossible in terms of etiquette and legal procedures.
Queenie thought for a while and said: "There is no way, but it may have to be aggrieved."
Jia Liu immediately waved his hands and said with a nonchalant expression: "As long as it's for the good of the Qing Dynasty, my personal fame and fortune don't matter... What kind of grievances are there?"
Queenie hurriedly said: "The method is very simple, that is, ask your father-in-law to recognize him as his father."
"Um?"
When Lao Yang and Lao Ah heard the idea of calling Queenie, they took a breath of air, and at the same time they both realized what Queenie was going to do.
Sure enough, it was what they thought.
Recognizing the father of a Mongolian prince can circumvent the obstacle of Manchurian non-Aisin Gioro not being able to be crowned kings, and be crowned princes according to Mongolian practice.
Taizu Taizong would have called him Taiji.
Prince Heshuo on the grassland is young and old.
Although the Mongolian vassal king is worthless, cheap and trashy, he can't stand the fact that the prince's title is genuine.
There is no problem with the system at all, it can be regarded as the king of curves.
It depends on whether the prince-in-law is willing or not.
The third minister looked towards the prince-in-law and found that the prince-in-law was holding his chin in deep thought.
Seeing this, Queenie probably felt that her husband-in-law was embarrassed and embarrassed to recognize him as a Mongolian father. After all, his father-in-law, Jia Daquan, was still alive and kicking.
So I made another suggestion, suggesting that the consort could move his family to Horqin to live for a while, so that he could easily obtain the status of a Mongolian vassal.
To be good, it is best to be the six sons of Borzijit*Shikai*Jiajia*.
The Manchurian, Mongolian, and Han armies were all alive.
Jia Liu's understanding of this curve method is equivalent to giving up his nationality and becoming a foreign citizen before graduating from junior high school, and then coming back to China to study at university.
The exam still has to be taken, and it’s Chinese, unlike other students who have to take English and Spanish.
The means and process are not important, what is important is the result.
Jia Liu said that it was impossible not to be tempted by this method that could perfectly realize his becoming a prince. When he was thinking about whether to do this, Cai Shangshu of the Ministry of War next to him spoke.
"Are you four going to laugh me to death?"
There is a real smile on Cai Shangshu's face, but I don't know whether it is a real smile or a sneer.
"The Jia family of the Han people became the Jia family of the Han army, and the Jia family of the Han army became the Jia family of Manchuria, and then the Jiajia family of Mongolia. These three-surnamed slaves are so lively..."
The old minister said "Oh!": "It won't work. My lord, please hurry up and get it done. I will live by your joke for the rest of my life."
"It's okay if you laugh at me."
Jia Liu waved his hand, and Cai Shangshu, who was in tears, was dragged away.
He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the snot that was dripping from his nose because of the freezing weather, and said to Lao A and the others: "My contribution is obvious. How the emperor rewards me is not what I, a minister, should think about. So, you guys
Research it for me and mention it to Fuzhongtang again. I won’t go to Mongolia. If we can do it, we can do it. It doesn’t matter if we can’t do it.”
After speaking, he stopped continuing the topic and motioned to the three of them to follow him to the imperial tent.
Halfway through, I met Ying Lian who was being escorted over.
"Today, the only person who can save the Holy Lord is with one step. But with one step, I have betrayed the Holy Lord for wealth and honor. I wonder if I feel ashamed in my heart?"
Ying Lian looked with disappointment at the loyal minister who his grandson-in-law often praised in front of him.
Facing this old man, Jia Liu was somewhat ashamed and lowered his head in silence.
Unexpectedly, when Ying Lian passed by him, he suddenly spit on him.
Jia Liu was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to slap Ying Lian, but his heart softened and he silently wiped the spit from his face with his sleeves, then went to the Fourth Japs without saying a word.
Lao Kui and the three of them looked at it and each had their own ideas.
What Lao Kui thought was that the prince-in-law was really capable of supporting the prime minister.
What Lao Yang thought was that his father-in-law was indeed someone who missed his old love, and he followed his footsteps firmly.
What I think about is that the prince-in-law is a real dragon, able to tolerate the intolerance of others and endure the intolerance of others.
Jia Liu actually didn't think much about it, he just couldn't bear to argue with an old man in his sixties. What kind of hero can a young man bully an old man be?
When they arrived at the imperial tent, they saw the old man, Santai, Xigui, Sechong'a and others standing outside the imperial tent.
Seeing the arrival of the six wise brothers, the old rich man's face suddenly showed a smile of spring breeze.
It is the laughter of victory and the laughter of pride.
Jia Liu glanced inside the tent: "Is the emperor in there?"
The old rich man nodded.
"I'll go in first,"
Jia Liu said as he walked into the tent, what he saw was Qianlong sitting there, waiting for a long time but without any news.
"Shikai, is it you!"
The sudden appearance of a familiar figure made Qianlong, who was restless, stand up excitedly. His heart instantly became extremely ecstatic. He quickly stepped forward and was about to speak, but a fist slammed into his old face.
"I can't beat Yinglian, and I can't beat you...ah..."
Jia Liu stopped talking and punched Qianlong four times, all his anger at being bullied by Ying Lian.