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Five hundred and thirtieth IX hard work the first emperor

Jia Liu noticed that Lao Fu's right fist was gaining momentum.

Preliminary analysis shows that the rage value is at least 7,800.

Since he was not sure whether Lao Fu had heart disease or high blood pressure, Jia Liu did not dare to overly stimulate him. After all, he pointed at Lao Fu to share the pressure and attract firepower. In addition, there were many people with complicated eyes, so he politely asked Lao Fu.

Rich takes a step to speak.

Otherwise, the old rich man would be unable to breathe or suffer a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, and who would clean up the mess of the 49 cities and the government?

To put it figuratively, Jia Liu is in charge of killing, and the old rich man is in charge of burial.

Jia Liu, who was in charge of killing, could not bring down the banner of the Qing Dynasty without someone to wipe his ass.

It's a big deal for the future, and the rich man has to go even if he doesn't want to.

Otherwise, if the wise brother of the sixth son goes crazy and actually spreads rumors about him and Nala Hou, the position of the twelfth elder brother as the heir apparent will be shaken.

Rumors are so powerful.

How did the Fourth Japs get over the stage? He had no idea how he got there.

He was not the initiator, but he was the one who contributed to the situation.

No matter how you say it, Twelve is Xian'er's biological flesh and blood. Even though Qianlong is a Han, the old rich man still wants to ensure that Twelve inherits the throne.

The old rich man will never change this point.

Then, he could only take a step to talk to Jia Liu.

The Empress Dowager's coffin was parked in the Jiujing Sanshi Hall, and the two brothers went to Chunhui Hall, where the Empress Dowager lived before her death.

Namutu, a close confidant of the old rich man, led the guards to clear the palace eunuchs outside the hall, while Baozhu led a plainclothes team to "confront" Namutu's people to avoid any accidents.

Both sides are loyal protectors.

Have a clear stance.

I could vaguely hear quarrels and curses coming from inside the house, which made the men outside become nervous.

Baozhu's hands didn't even leave his waist. If something went wrong, the people in Fu Zhongtang must be suppressed as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Most of the members of the plainclothes team are Sauron elite soldiers drawn from the Heilongjiang and Uliasutai battalions. There is no problem in dealing with ordinary Eight Banners, one against five.

However, the members of Lao Fu's bodyguards were also carefully selected from the Three Banners Guards and Bodyguards. It is estimated that two of them can do the job of one Sauron.

If a fight really breaks out, it's impossible to resolve it quickly.

Fortunately, the situation did not get worse and the room became silent. It seemed that the two adults were discussing something peacefully and friendly.

Namutu and Baozhu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, looked at each other, and each forced a smile.

After about half an hour of incense burning, the door of Chunhui Hall opened again.

Under the concerned and anxious eyes of the guards on both sides, it was the old rich man who came out first.

"The sun has risen?...The lamas should all be here, right?"

Looking at the rising sun, the old man moved his wrists and asked the lamas organized by the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Namutu if all the monks and Taoists had arrived.

After receiving a positive reply, the old man immediately took people to the Jiu Jing Sanshi Hall. As the foreman of the military aircraft minister and the deputy leader of the National Funeral Committee, he was responsible for presiding over the funeral of the Queen Mother.

The nominal leader of the national mourning committee is his twelfth elder brother, whom he supported with all his strength, and the other deputy leader is Wang Chunying of Xin County.

Fu Zhongtang has come out, where is my Excellency the President?

Baozhu was anxious and rushed into the house and found the President sitting on the ground in a daze.

Seeing Baozhu come in, Jia Liu became anxious. He was so shameless that he didn't know where he had the ability to jump up like a carp.

He walked outside without incident and casually told Baozhu: "Take the time to give Fu Zhongtang two plasters. He is old and his body and bones cannot compare with mine... He must have been injured by my chest just now."

"..."

Baozhu stared blankly at His Excellency the President rubbing his chest, with a look of pain on his face from time to time.

Jia Liu also had troubles that he couldn't tell. He didn't know that the old rich man didn't have any martial arts skills. After entering the house, he sneaked up on him without waiting for him to say anything. As a result, he was unprepared and received two heavy blows from the old guy.

Fortunately, he didn't fight back.

Otherwise, it will be a fight and the right to further claim for compensation will be lost.

You are really not afraid of how stupid your opponent is, you are just afraid that your opponent will imitate you.

Jia Liu could actually understand the old rich man's sneak attack.

After all, in the eyes of the old rich man, he helped Jia Liu become the youngest governor-general since the founding of the Qing Dynasty. This political status was already unprecedented, so there was no reason for Jia Liu not to be satisfied and insisted on stirring up trouble and taking advantage of the twelfth prince.

Life experience threatens him.

But in Jia Liu's eyes, without his hard work, the old rich man was just a salted fish, and he might have been exposed to the food market by Qianlong long ago.

After a person dies, there will be no leader, military minister, or prince.

Therefore, the biggest hero is Jia Liu, not Lao Fu.

Why does the old rich man wander so much that he doesn't even know what's going on?

If things continue like this, the two brothers will have no room for maneuver except for completely breaking up.

Jia Liu is a person who values ​​friendship and does not want to get into trouble with the old rich man.

Although, he was ready to leave his father to the old rich man and kill him with a thousand cuts, then Dai Xiao ordered his troops to go to Beijing and hang the old rich man from the street lamp.

But, deep down, he is still a good person.

A loyal person.

Therefore, Jia Liu, who was beaten, did not act aggressively, nor did he try to fight back against the beaten old man by calling him daddy.

He has the ability, after all, Batulu's title is genuine.

However, he chose peace as the most important thing, that is, talking to the old rich man to prevent the situation from going irreversible due to the emotions of both parties.

Jia Liu's attitude was firm.

"Old guy, you really come with me!"

"Liuzi, I, I didn't mean it, I just couldn't control myself for a moment. Can I apologize to you, brother?"

The old man was a little ashamed of his physical actions, but he felt very happy in his heart. For some reason, punching a Japanese six or two times was similar to punching Qianlong, it was particularly exciting.

It's really what I wanted.

"Apologizing is useful, why do I need Wangfa! I'll give you two options. One is to agree to my conditions, and the other is that only one of you and I can get out alive. It's up to you."

Jia Liu, who was sitting on the ground, took out his short-handed gun. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the old rich man, and the fire stick was about to be opened.

This is called preemptive strike.

The old rich man knew that he was careless, but who knew that a weakling like Guiziliu would bring a gun to a funeral?

Without a gun, he couldn't have the same deterrent effect, so he could only remain silent.

Jia Liu opened his mouth.

The first thing is that the old rich man must ensure that the outstanding talents recommended by Jia Liu to the Ministry of Civil Affairs are all officially appointed by the Military Aircraft Department.

"The government is already completely corrupt, and you still want to sell off officials. Do you think the Qing Dynasty is not chaotic enough?"

The old rich man was very sad, angry and heartbroken.

He knew that Guiziliu was greedy for money and had dared to secretly sell cannons to the rebels in Sichuan behind the imperial court's back. But that kind of thing was not a big deal in Jinchuan, because no matter how much he sold, it would not ruin the overall situation.

But things are different now. You will be the governor of Zhili after your sixth year of the Japanese New Year, a real official in the frontier. You are so young and your future will be limitless.

Your rich eldest brother is in charge of the court again. At this time, the two brothers should work together to clarify the administration, stabilize the place, and support the country. In the future, they will be able to enjoy the imperial temple, leave a good name for eternity, and bless their descendants. How can you only think about making money?

"No matter how much I sell, I will give 30% to my brother later."

Jia Liu raised three fingers.

"Thirty percent?"

Lao Fu laughed angrily, "Don't I know how to sell it myself?"

"Four percent."

Jia Liu raised his hand to interrupt the old rich man who wanted to speak, "It's up to the brother who scolded me. The eldest brother's reputation is more important."

"..."

The old rich man nodded, 40% is enough. Besides, this guy will be in Beijing for at most two months, and it is the time of the New Year for the Yamen to seal the deal. How many officials can he sell?

When I think about it this way, my heart is set.

The second thing is related to the fate of the Qing Dynasty.

"Brother, why is the palace in chaos, why is the city so ominous, why are thieves coming out of Sichuan, why is Taiwan rebelling... These are all because of water seepage in the underground palace of the Holy Ancestor, which caused the feng shui of the Great Qing Dynasty to be broken!"

Jia Liu looked sad and proposed that after the New Year, the Jingling maintenance project must be started to save the Qing Dynasty's dragon veins that were riddled with holes, so as to prevent the Qing Dynasty from falling into the curse of the Hu people who would not last a century.

Since Jingling is located in Zunhua and is under the jurisdiction of the Zhili Governor-General, in order to effectively utilize funds, speed up the progress of the project and avoid further accidents, it is of course best for the Zhili Governor-General to directly contract the project.

The Ministry of Etiquette can supervise this.

"Are you really for the Qing Dynasty?"

The old man firmly disagreed with the Jingling maintenance project because he knew that Guizi Liujue had no good intentions and if he really agreed to open Jingling, the holy ancestor's bedside table could be moved by this guy.

"Brother, you don't want this list to be spread, right?"

Jia Liu took out the list of Tailing burial objects that were delivered to the old rich family last time and displayed them.

The old rich man frowned and said in a low voice: "I will send someone to follow up on this matter."

"Don't worry, brother, God knows and earth knows, you know and I know."

Jia Liu put the gun back on his waist and rubbed his chest again.

It is impossible not to distribute the things in Jingling to the old rich, but forget about it to others.

Once the outcome of the talks is reached, we can no longer delay in Chunhui Hall.

As the old man took his place, the process of mourning the Queen Mother began.

The civil and military officials in Beijing, including candidates for the imperial examination, Jinshi, tribute-bearers, officials, monks and Taoists, all wore plain clothes and knelt down in Changchun Garden on three levels inside and three outside.

The lama started the religious ceremony first, and then the monks and Taoists came on stage. Jia Liu felt like he was doing a large-scale water and land ceremony.

He and Ruxiu were kneeling on the side of the clan, and this time they learned the lesson well. Their knees were padded with a thick layer of cotton, so it didn't hurt no matter how long they knelt.

From a distance, I saw He Shen kneeling in a group of officials from the Six Ministries, with a very sad look on his face.

The sounds of various magical instruments took turns, almost deafening Jia Liu's ears.

It took about half an hour, and finally, under the shouts of salutes from the officials of the Ministry of Rites, the Queen Mother's coffin was carried onto the carriage by dozens of people.

At this moment, the crying in the Jiujing Sanshi Palace reached its peak.

Even the old rich man was crying loudly in the crowd. It was not clear whether he had tears or not, but he looked like he was doing enough.

Ruxiu cried very sadly, which was true at all.

Before leaving the palace, the Queen Mother often called her into the palace to accompany her, and her current husband was also appointed by the Queen Mother.

How can you not have some feelings for the Queen Mother?

After crying for a while, when Ruxiu wiped it with a handkerchief, she found that the husband beside her not only did not cry, but was staring straight at the Empress Dowager Zi Gong.

"Hurry, put your head down,"

Ruxiu was afraid that the imperial censor would impeach her husband for misbehaving, so she quickly grabbed her husband and complained: "Why don't you cry?"

Jia Liu made an ouch and lowered his head, pretending to howl along with Ruxiu, but in reality he was thinking that if the Queen Mother's coffin was sold to the foreign devils, she would probably get a lot of money out of it.

cry?

The person who died was not his own mother, so howling in despair.

"Awake!"

Following the voice of the official of the Ministry of Rites, the twelfth prince, who was supporting the spirit on behalf of Lao Tzu, quickly stood up. After another complicated procedure, the next emperor whom the old rich man had wholeheartedly recommended finally escorted his grandmother’s coffin out of the capital and into the burial place on behalf of his mother.

Mausoleum.

Outside the Nine Classics and Three Halls, there are many long white flags standing there. When viewed from a high altitude, they look like a white ocean.

The moment the hearse started, the woman who had gone through three dynasties had finally finished her life.

Although Jia Liu didn't shed tears for this woman, he thought that this woman had found him such a good wife as Ruxiu, so he couldn't help but send his blessing: "Good luck to the Queen Mother."

My elder brother-in-law, Chunying, had to accompany her twelfth elder brother to Tailing, so she didn't bother to say a few words to her brother-in-law.

Lao Fu, the foreman of the military aircraft, did not need to go to Tailing. The Manchu military aircraft Suolin and the Han military aircraft Yuan Shoudong went to represent the military aircraft department.

The clan and ministers who need to follow Ling's own personnel will set off, while those who don't need to go will return to the capital separately.

Jia Liu was also about to go back with Ruxiu, but Lao A, the Minister of Civil Affairs, appeared out of nowhere, and with a look, he asked his consort to send Gege away.

"What's up?"

"Sir, do you know that the late emperor had a legacy?"

"Posthumous edict?"

Jia Liu looked puzzled.

Asiha whispered that during the palace turmoil, a guard found the late emperor's edict from the Queen Mother's palace, which was to abolish the current emperor's position as crown prince and to establish the fifth son of the emperor, Hong Zhou, as crown prince.

Jia Liu looked shocked: "Is the imperial edict true?"

"Really, Yu Zhongtang and Prince Jian confirmed that it was the handwriting of the late emperor. Many people had seen it at that time. However, the whereabouts of this edict has been unknown since the palace turmoil. I suspect that this edict is in the hands of Fu Zhongtang..."

Lao Ah was really attentive and reminded his consort to contact Fulehun about his troop deployment to Beijing to make a reasonable guess. If Fulehun really wanted to make Dong Zhuo, then this late emperor's edict would be his fatal magic weapon to dethrone the emperor.

"I understand, you can't say anything about this."

Jia Liu signaled Asiha to go back to work, thinking that the old rich man could not use the edict as an excuse, because it would deny the legal principle of Lao Twelve's succession.

The prerequisite for a son to inherit his father's legacy is that his father's legacy must be there.

So, don't worry.

But this edict must be destroyed quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if it falls into the wrong hands.

After thinking about it, he went directly to the old rich man. When no one was paying attention, he quietly walked up to the old rich man and said in a low voice: "Brother, do you have the late emperor's edict in your hands?"

"What is the late emperor's edict?"

The old rich man was startled for a moment, and as Jia Liu expected, he immediately denied the existence of the edict. However, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he subconsciously glanced at the Queen Mother's hearse as she walked away.

"Brother, don't you know?"

Jia Liu was also stunned for a moment, frowning slightly, "Some people say that during the palace chaos, the late emperor's edict was found in the Queen Mother's Palace, and the content is not good for the emperor. If it is true, eldest brother must find it and destroy it."

"That's absolutely not the case!"

The old rich man's confident look made Jia Liu almost think that this was his Amma.

If not, then there is none.

Jia Liu was too lazy to talk to the old rich man. After leading people out of Changchun Garden, he ordered Baozhu to go to Tailing.

"Tell Queenie that after the Queen Mother's burial is completed, you can secretly go in and see if there is any edict from the late emperor in the Queen Mother's coffin. If there is, take it out. This edict may still be of use."

After a pause, he told Queenie that after he went to Baoding and took office, he would find a way to deliver this edict to Hejun Prince Mianlun, who was Hongzhou's grandson.

"Your Excellency, what if the edict is not in the Queen Mother's coffin?"

"Not there?"

Jia Liu waved his hand and said, "Then let the late emperor get up and ask him to work hard before writing another one."

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