On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the fortieth year of Qianlong's reign, the sun rose as usual.
When Jia Liu woke up in the morning, he had been looking at the almanac to see what was appropriate and taboo today. He found that everything was appropriate today, and he couldn't help but be very happy, thinking that this was a good omen from heaven.
When it came out, half of the almanac was missing.
Since the old man had to go to work today, Jia Liu had to wash himself carefully and offer three sticks of incense to the old man devoutly. He hoped that the old man would actively cooperate and not be passive in his work for the sake of the prosperity of future generations.
Although Jia Liu didn't say anything when he was offering incense, he thought that the old man underground would definitely receive his text message.
They had just finished offering incense and were preparing to have breakfast when Demu came over to report that it was Funihan, a doctor in the Ministry of Punishment, who requested to expose the reactionary group headed by Yinglian, the Minister of Manchu, and Cui Yingjie, the Minister of Han.
When he heard that there were such officials who actively sought progress, Jia Liu was immediately happy and asked this Fulnihan what his background was.
Demu said: "Sir, this man was born in Manchuria with a white flag. His great-grandfather was Sony, one of the four auxiliary ministers left by Emperor Shunzhi. His grandfather was Suo'etu, a powerful minister in the Kangxi Dynasty... He served in the 23rd year of Qianlong's reign.
Department of Punishment, currently the Superintendent of Police."
When Jia Liuyi heard that Funihan was so upright and had worked in the Ministry of Punishment for seventeen years, he quickly asked Demu to bring him.
Fulnihan's hands were still tied with ropes when he was brought over, but this did not prevent him from immediately kneeling down in front of his father-in-law, who was more than 20 years younger than him. He made three "dong dong" noises, and then said indignantly:
"The lower officials are reporting on integrity. Cui Yingjie colluded with each other and wanted to take advantage of the emperor's visit to the mausoleum to commit treason and injustice. Please investigate thoroughly!"
"Since you already knew about this, why did you come to report it now?"
Jia Liu put down the porridge bowl, picked up a cooked egg, knocked it on the table and began to peel it.
"Xiaguan, Xiaguan..."
Funihan was speechless for a moment.
"Get up,"
Considering that Funihan had a good reputation and was an expert in the Ministry of Punishment, and he took the initiative to report and expose, Jia Liu did not intend to embarrass him and signaled Demu to unlock Funihan's handcuffs.
"I will order someone to record the situation you reported and conduct a thorough investigation. If the investigation finds that you did not participate in this conspiracy to subvert the Qing Dynasty, I will naturally clear your name."
After biting half of the peeled egg into his stomach and taking another mouthful of porridge, Jia Liu banged his chopsticks on the table and said, "But if it is found that you knew about this in advance and did not come to report it, I will spare you."
, the laws of the Qing Dynasty can’t spare you!”
Baozhu, who was sitting having breakfast with His Excellency the President, also patted the table: "My master will never wrongly accuse a bad person, and he will never let a good person go!"
Um?
Jia Liu almost choked on the other half of the egg, and was so angry that he glared at Baozhu, an illiterate person who couldn't speak.
Funihan was also startled when he heard this, but he did not dare to point out that Mr. Bao, who was able to drink porridge with his consort, was speaking ill of words. He first swore that he would never participate in the conspiracy, and then suddenly said: "Xiaoguan has a house in Beijing.
The place where my grandfather lived during his lifetime..."
"Bah!"
Jia Liu didn't expect Funihan to be so direct, and he was furious, "Funihan, who do you think I am!"
"The lower official is guilty, guilty!"
Funihan was so frightened that he fell to his knees and kowtowed.
This confession made Jia Liu's expression soften slightly: "You just said it was your grandfather Sony's house?"
"Yes Yes."
Fournihan in a row.
"You know you are guilty, which means you still have a conscience, know right from wrong, and distinguish good from evil. It is not irredeemable. Well, it will not be easy for the court to train you. I will give you the opportunity to make meritorious service and expose Ying Lian and others. In addition, you
Please pay more for the crime."
In line with the principle of treating the sick and saving the patient, Jia Liu did not want to do anything wrong. He signaled Demu to take him down first, and asked Funihan to write the confession materials first, and then go back to the emperor to complete the matter before asking him for details.
As for how much money to pay for the crime, Jia Liu did not force him, it was purely voluntary.
The reason why he did this was to keep Funihan, not because he stood up to expose Yinglian and the others, but because Jia Liu needed someone to amend the Qing laws for him.
This is a very professional matter and cannot be done by non-experts.
The current laws of the Qing Dynasty are so filthy that the people in the Ministry of Punishment have created such a filthy atmosphere that even those who claim to be brothers will be beheaded and exiled. Is there any royal law left?
After hurriedly finishing the remaining half of the bowl of porridge, Jia Liu straightened his hat and court clothes, took the beads from Baozhu and put them around his neck, then led his people to the imperial tent to accompany the Fourth Prisoner to visit the mausoleum.
When we arrived at the place, in addition to the officials arrested last night, Prince Heng Honghao, Prince Yi Hongxiao, Prince Yujun Lianghuan, and Prince Mianxun, members of the Prince Committee of the Five Banners of Manchuria, had all arrived.
All representatives of the Eight Banners were also present.
In the crowd, Hong Dade, Zu Jianchang and Jia Liu nodded.
When several princes saw Jia Liu, their expressions were a little complicated. It was obvious that the princes already knew what happened last night and understood that the prince's consort was now a very important figure.
Asiha quietly approached Jia Liu and said in a low voice: "Just now, I asked Fu Zhongtang a few words about the title of Prince Consort."
"Old man, you and I are brothers, we should be friends with each other as equals, and we should not be slaves or slaves. I don't like...what does Fu Zhongtang say?"
Jia Liu was very concerned.
No matter how thick-skinned he is, he cannot bring up the matter of making himself king. He must take the lead.
"Fu Zhongtang,"
Lao Achao glanced at Fulhun, who was accompanying the emperor out of the royal tent, and said, "He said that my consort had a beautiful thought."
"oh."
Jia Liu nodded slightly, the old rich man meant what he said.
The rich man also saw the six wise brothers over there, but his expression didn't change much, it was normal.
Qianlong still looked like he was dead, turning a blind eye to the sudden disappearance of a large number of courtiers. Like a wooden man, he led all the officials to the former emperor's treasure summit under the arrangement of the old rich man.
Underneath the Baoding is the underground palace.
Professionals from the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs are all waiting for employment.
After a symbolic sacrificial ceremony, a cordon was pulled up, and all irrelevant personnel stayed outside the cordon. Except for Qianlong, the Minister of Military Aircraft Department, the Minister of Internal Affairs, and the prince, they were Jia Liu, Santai,
Hong Dade and other Eight Banners representatives.
Jia Liu walked in the middle of the crowd and stayed behind.
The underground palace was still opened by Chief Lei from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the technical staff involved in opening the underground palace were also very skilled.
As everyone walked along the tomb passage, no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed very depressing.
When we arrived at the late emperor's coffin, after another ceremony, the late emperor's coffin was slowly opened by professionals.
After the Minister of Rites, Queenie, pretended to recite some classical Chinese, he respectfully invited the emperor to pay homage to the late emperor's body.
"emperor?"
After Queenie called softly again, Qianlong had some reaction and walked to the side of the late emperor's coffin with an unfilial look on his face.
Jia Liu watched from behind, with a silver smile on his lips like a panda expression, and then a thought occurred to him: If the Fourth Japs take this test, they will have to call the old man dad. Wouldn’t that make him his grandfather?
Qianlong took advantage of this, and there is no reason to explain it.
However, Zhao Si and the old man looked similar after death. Without scientific instruments, his own son could not tell who was who.
The princes and ministers held their breath and concentrated, but they did not have any thoughts about the late emperor in the coffin, but they were all looking forward to the blood test at the next moment.
Qianlong's eyes finally fell on the late emperor's face in the coffin, and then he froze there.