The first heavy snowfall in the first year of the Restoration came later than usual, and there was no warning in advance. Therefore, when snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell from the sky, Jia Liu, who was inspecting an ancient stone battlefield, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
, and then ordered the accompanying officials of the Yongping Prefecture to dispatch personnel to pick up the bones of the dead soldiers of the Dashun Army that had not yet been recovered, bury them uniformly, and erect a monument to commemorate them.
Later, I got interested and asked Chen Jialuo, the vice president of the Poetry Association, to compose an impromptu poem.
"ah?"
Qianlong was stunned for a moment, the improvisation was a bit difficult for him, so he subconsciously and habitually looked at Ji Xiaolan, who had often helped him in emergencies in the past, hoping that the other party would help him again.
But Lao Ji didn't look down on him and snorted: "What are you looking at?"
Seeing this, Queenie couldn't bear it, and kindly reminded her former master: "Old Chen, hurry up, don't waste your Majesty's time. Later, your Majesty will have to go behind closed doors to hold an imperial military and political meeting."
"I..."
A sense of sadness welled up from the bottom of Qianlong's heart. He suppressed his grievance and anger, squeezed out a smile on his face and apologized to the Six Emperors on the white horse: "Then I will show my disgrace!"
The vice-president of the Qing Dynasty Poetry Association holds a sixth-rank position and enjoys the treatment of deputy director. Although his actual power is not as powerful as that of a seventh-rank county magistrate, he can be a minister in front of the emperor.
This is not Qianlong's arrogance.
Immediately, Jia Liu smiled and whipped his horsewhip casually: "Old Chen, you are so bold in your creation. You don't have to worry about anything. You have served the people in Changping for more than two months. The relevant departments said that you performed very well. You wrote
I also took the time to read those insights one by one. They are very good and very profound. I finally look at things and consider problems from the perspective of the common people. This is not easy and extremely rare. Now, let me take a look.
If the results of your labor and study are good, you can report them and publicize them."
"His Majesty's care for me is so meticulous that I am moved day and night... While working in Changping, I also realized that I had made unforgivable mistakes against the Qing Dynasty and my subjects in the past. If your Majesty had not been magnanimous and gave me a chance to be a new man,
I am afraid that I will never be able to make the same progress as His Majesty in this life and serve the country and the people wholeheartedly..."
Qianlong burst into tears as he spoke, almost sobbing.
Jia Liu was also moved. He was secretly wary of when this old fourth devil had become so progressive. He couldn't be hit by his sugar-coated bullets. Thinking about the old man's longevity and the fact that he could live for more than twenty years, he couldn't help but kill him.
meaning.
Because, he was not sure whether he would be able to walk ahead of the Fourth Japs.
Life is not permanent.
If the fourth Japanese devil had the last laugh like the old Tokugawa devil, that would be very unsightly.
"As a king who has subjugated his country, I should have atone for the mistakes I made in the past. However, Your Majesty did not want to give me the opportunity to serve the people..."
Qianlong continued to review the past, and seemed to want to take this opportunity to leave a deep and good impression on the Six Emperors, otherwise he would be sent to work at the Changping Sanitation Station later, which would be too much for his old bones.
But as soon as he said a few words, the Six Emperors who were standing immediately became unhappy. He pointed at Qianlong with his horse whip and said in a sullen voice: "Old Chen, pay attention to your wording. What kind of king is the king of subjugation? When did the Qing Dynasty fall! He is your king.
The Qing Dynasty is dead, or my Qing Dynasty is dead! When you say this, do you still have resentment or objections against me in your heart?"
Queenie couldn't stand listening anymore and asked Qianlong sternly: "Who allowed you to say this? What is your intention? What do you want to express!"
"ah?"
Qianlong was stunned, and when he was about to explain that he had no other intentions, Ji Xiaolan angrily rushed up to him and gave him a big bang, pointed a pipe at his forehead and shouted emotionally: "The country will be destroyed."
Jun, you deserve it too!"
"How dare you steal His Majesty's crown? I think Chen Jialuo doesn't want to live anymore!"
Security Director Wang Sixi stepped forward to drag Qianlong down.
"Forget it, Lao Chen made an unintentional mistake."
It was Jia Liurenyi who dismissed Director Wang. He then looked at Qianlong, who was covering half of his face and was so frightened that he did not dare to say a word. He said harmoniously: "In the future, don't say that you are a subjugated king. If you abdicate voluntarily, you will still be of great service to the country and the people."
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The Qing Dynasty is now prosperous under my leadership, and everything is waiting for improvement. The army and the people are united, and the situation is very good. As a former emperor, you still have to pay attention to your words. If you have to say something not good to foreigners, what will they do?
Look at me? How do you look at the Qing Dynasty? Will you say that I mistreated you, the former leader, or that you still have restoration ideas?"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Qianlong nodded repeatedly and said with great admiration: "Under your Majesty's leadership, the Qing Dynasty is much stronger than I was at that time. It's not my fault, it's my fault that I am stupid. I must pay attention next time, I must pay attention!"
"Okay, I won't do this next time, just write a poem."
Jia Liu smiled softly, really wanting to hear Qianlong's creative results.
In any case, in terms of numbers alone, the Fourth Japs deserve the title of Emperor of Poetry.
"Yes, Your Majesty, then I will show my disgrace!"
Qianlong did not dare to neglect. He raised his head and looked at his surroundings. He thought for a moment and took a step forward. Then he said "Ah" with deep affection: "The cold wind is blowing, the snow is falling, the road is long, and we are singing! Looking back.
Stars, past events are like smoke and clouds, I still remember when we parted, only the love in the snow remains...Love in the snow, love in the snow, the dream in the snow is not yet awakened, infatuation is exchanged for a lifetime of tears..."
"Um?"
Lao Ji and Lao Kui looked at each other: What did the fourth devil do?
But the Six Emperors listened with gusto, because this was the new style of poetry he advocated, and it was very pleasant to listen to. It was rare that Qianlong understood the spirit of his speech about literary and artistic works to be close to the local atmosphere in a short period of time. As expected, it was different once he became the emperor.
"Not bad, not bad, very good."
Jia Liu couldn't help but nod, and let the snowflakes weigh on his shoulders on the white horse.
This time he inspected a stone battlefield. He was not worried that the Eight Banners outside the Pass would reenact the stone battle, but he simply came to take a look.
Thinking about the consequences of that war again, I couldn't help but feel filled with emotions deep in my heart.
Li Zicheng underestimated the enemy and went eastward with only 60,000 people.
The Qing army was a general mobilization force, and all men over the age of twelve in Shengjing wore armor and went out to fight in a decisive battle that would overwhelm the country.
The Ming and Qing coalition forces numbered tens of thousands, and their strength was nearly three times that of Li Zicheng.
As a result, the Shun army soldiers fought desperately, but could not change the situation of being outnumbered and the enemy was outnumbered, and finally retreated across the board, making Dashun the shortest-lived dynasty in Chinese history.
This also makes the Chinese people keep their hair in braids.
Learn from those who have gone before and learn from those behind.
Therefore, Jia Liu mobilized 100,000 people for this eastern expedition.
There are only thirty thousand enemies.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Being in the vast ancient battlefield, Jia Liu couldn't help but feel like venting his pride.
Seeing this, Queenie immediately suggested that His Majesty the Emperor should also sing a song.
"Shall I sing a song?"
"Let's play one!"
"Okay, okay, since you want to listen to me, let me sing one."
Jia Liu breathed out a breath, reined in his horse and walked forward for a few steps. He suddenly stood up, his brow pointing to the north like a sword, and said with great pride: "The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow..."
In an instant, golden light flashed in the sky above a piece of stone, the sky and the earth changed color, and the space seemed to collapse. Countless heroic spirits poured out from the cracks in the space and worshiped the Six Emperors on the white horse.