[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

July fourteenth in the fourth year of Yanchang, ghost festival.

After the death of the world-renowned Mother Bi, Hajilan, she did not get a grand funeral, because on the second night after Emperor Luan returned to Beijing, the long-planned palace change finally broke out.

"Long live, the rebels have passed the Golden Water Bridge!"

"Long live, the rebels have passed through the Qianqing Gate!"

"Long live lord..."

A yell broke the silence of the night, and the bonfire in the distance seemed to stain the sky with blood.

Yong Jue stood in the Qianqing Palace with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes fixed on the secret fold on the table.

Now, no matter how clear the investigation is, it is one step too late.

There are only a few people who can make him surrender his life.

Mingrui is dead.

Hakiran, dead.

Hai Lancha, life or death is unknown.

Feng Sheng was leading the guards to resist tenaciously, but he was also retreating steadily.

Yong Jue closed his eyes tightly, and calmly ordered: "Don't panic, send the firearms team to the front for support. It is impossible for Yong Xing and the others to surround the Forbidden City. Send people to the remote palace gate to break through. Once successful, go to Fengtai University immediately." Battalion for help."

"Yes!" The guards took the order to retreat.

"Your Majesty..." Lin Ruiyang walked forward lightly with a worried face.

Yong Jue heaved a sigh of relief: "Liu Shun'er, take my armor and sword, Dai Quan, I order you to send Arsalan and elder brother out of the palace safely, did you hear me?"

"Long live God! I can't do it!" The chief steward suddenly raised his head and shouted, "I have followed you since I entered the palace. I am willing to sacrifice my life for you. Please, don't let me be an idiot. man of!"

"It's not for you to run for your life! It's for you to keep Elder Brother safe!"

Liu Shun kowtowed a few times, his forehead was blue, his nose was full of tears and tears: "Long Live Lord, ask Dai Quan to send someone off, let the servant follow you!"

Lin Ruiyang screamed: "The rebels are coming, Your Majesty, make a decision quickly!"

Yong Jue shook his head helplessly: "Dai Quan, don't you hurry up?"

Putting on the armor and holding the sword, Yong Jue suddenly felt that he had returned to many years ago.

When he was still Wu Zaku Yingxian, he was so precarious, fighting with the enemy every day.

His hands trembled subconsciously, and Yong Jue shook his head with a self-deprecating smile: "I've only been emperor for a few years, yet I'm afraid of death? I'm sure I'm not expected to lead soldiers."

Lin Ruiyang straightened his clothes for him, and said with a slight smile: "Your Majesty, in my heart, you are the most powerful, no matter how difficult it is, you can solve it here, and I always feel that following you, no matter how high the sky is, is fine." arrive."

Yong Jue raised a smile: "For your words, I will win too."

There were bursts of fighting outside the door, fierce fighting, and the sound of sharp weapons piercing the flesh came from time to time, stimulating the nerves of the warlike people.

In the inn outside the palace, Mian Xin asked sharply: "Gu ask again, will you help?"

Turning his head to look at the deep night outside the window, Kangxi sneered.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother, can you help Thirteen?" Mian Heng pulled Yongzheng's clothes and begged, "He is a rare and good emperor, the Qing Dynasty cannot live without him, fourth brother, we can't afford to bet! "

"Nonsense!" Kangxi smashed the cup violently, "I think there are many good men in the clan, and there is no shortage of him, Yong Jue!"

"Shut up!" Mian Xin finally couldn't help yelling, shocking everyone.

"Baoqing, you?" Looking at his rival who had been fighting for a lifetime, Da Chitose was dumbfounded, and he actually yelled at the emperor's father?Guaranteed to become a madman?

Mianxin took two steps back, and said word by word: "Forget it, I don't want to trouble you, lonely Ama, even if I give up my life, I will definitely keep him safe! Old Thirteen, there is no need If you humbly beg them, you will die at worst!"

The prince who left in a fit of anger finally summoned reinforcements, and the crowd galloped towards the palace. Along the way, Mian Xin held the reins tightly, not even knowing that his palms were torn and bleeding.

He kept chanting: "I must catch up! I must catch up! I must catch up!"

Mianheng and Bushunda next to him also reacted in the same way. They were so anxious that they wished they could fly to that man with their wings.

It's a pity that there is only a distance of 100 meters away.This summer, Yong Jue lost after all.

The man who once used a palace change to reach the world died four years later in a palace change. His body was covered with cuts and bruises, his armor and clothes were stained red with blood, and even if he fell down, he still held the weapon tightly.

A sharp arrow pierced deeply into his chest.

Next to Yong Jue, the loyal Chief Executive Liu Shun, Prince Hong Zhou, Lin Rui Yang, Feng Sheng forehead, had already fallen into a pool of blood and died for a long time.

"Ama!!" Mian Xin roared, rushed away from the crowd, jumped into the encirclement, hugged each other, and yelled desperately, "Ama, my son is back, Ama, my son has brought rescuers, open your eyes Ah! Open it up!"

"I don't believe it, it's a lie!"

Mianheng jumped off the horse, ran over in a stumbling manner, put his trembling fingers under Yongjue's nose, and probed again and again.

Nothing happened.

Finally, he hangs his arms weakly, kneels on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

Hong Chang fell to his knees with a thud, stunned, unable to make a sound, he never thought that his good brother who grew up with him would walk away so abruptly.

"Traitor! Take your life!" Bu Shunda screamed suddenly, pulled out the sword of the guards around him, and when everyone was stunned by the sudden death of the emperor, he rushed towards the unsuspecting Yong Xing, and cut him through with the sword. Warm blood spurted out of his neck.

Mian Xin seemed to come back to his senses all of a sudden, he covered Yong Jue's eyes with his trembling hands, and ordered calmly: "Catch Yong Qi and his rebel party alive, the sinner Yong Qi will be under strict supervision, and all rebels will be left behind." Execute!"

He turned his head, his cold gaze looked extremely gloomy under the bonfire: "Prince Jian, I order you to lead a team to arrest all those involved in this matter, regardless of gender."

Wiping away the tears, Hong Chang choked up and replied: "Yes!"

The bloody three days and three nights began. The executioners were all so red-eyed that they even rolled their blades. Blood flowed like rivers in the capital, and everyone was in danger.

But the person who caused all this was sitting in the Qianqing Palace, flipping through an old notebook.

"Second brother, can you have something to eat?" Niu Hulu Shanbao, the former eighth elder brother and now the imperial guard, came over with a plate, and gently advised, "You haven't had any water or rice for three days, second brother, Yong Jue I don’t want to see you torture yourself like this in heaven!”

Mian Xin raised her head, her eyes were covered with bruises.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, handed the book to the other party, and said with a sneer: "This is the immature emperor who can't afford the Qing in the eyes of the great ancestors and Yongzheng!"

Shanbao took it over, briefly flipped through a few pages, and widened his eyes in astonishment: "This is it?"

"Reform the military system, clean up the officialdom, rectify the flag affairs, manage the Yellow River, build a navy, develop firearms, popularize education all over the world..." Every time I read one item, the hatred in Mian Xin's eyes deepens, "Such a vision, such a vision. What are they dissatisfied with such an outstanding emperor?!"

At the end, the voice suddenly raised, hoarse beyond recognition.

Eighth brother has nothing to say.

What is recorded in that book is the arrangement that Yong Jue planned to make, but due to various reasons, it has not been able to start or has no conditions to start.

If these things can be done, the Qing Dynasty will be the most dazzling dynasty in the past and present.

It's a pity that the person who made this plan...

"Wait!" Mian Xin gritted her teeth resentfully, with a killing intent hidden in her voice, "I can't spare the two of them alone!"

"Second brother, aside from fourth brother, he is our imperial father after all..." Eighth brother wanted to persuade him.

"He's not worthy!" Mianxin interrupted Brother Ba sharply, "The name of Gu's Ama is Aixinjueluo Yongjue, and that man has nothing to do with Gu!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up fiercely, "The hatred of killing your father is unshakable, old man, if you still treat yourself as your second brother alone, then don't meddle in this matter, just let that man know, move on!" What price should a lonely person pay!"

The persuasion was fruitless, so the eighth elder brother withdrew helplessly.

In the empty Qianqing Palace, holding the familiar handwriting, Mian Xin's tears burst out without warning.

"why?"

Why did he realize that he was not just a father to him until he lost it?

Why did he leave so fast and in such a hurry, without even leaving him a little time to say goodbye?

Didn't you say 'my fate is up to me'...

Didn't you say, 'From now on, every February [-]nd, I want to eat longevity noodles made by Guaibao'...

Didn't it say, "Don't worry, baby, Ama will always be your Ama. He may scold you and teach you a lesson, but he will never abandon you. You and this country are Ama's most cherished treasures"?

Now drop one for one, what the hell do you mean?

I wrote over and over again on the white paper with a pen: Jun gave birth to me, and I gave birth to Jun, but I suddenly felt that it was meaningless. The one would hug him and laugh, put him to sleep, and pretended to be confused even though he knew something was wrong with his child. My man is gone, don't want him anymore!

The outside of the hall suddenly became gloomy, there was a loud thunder, and the big raindrops fell, and the outside became a swamp in an instant.

Mian Xin suddenly dropped her pen, rushed into the rain, and shouted to the sky: "Ama...Ama...Yongjue! Aixinjueluo Yongjue! Come back! Come back to me, dishonest bastard! Without you, what is the point of guarding this country!!! You are not here, what do I want to do in this world?"

"God, you return Gu's Ama and Gu's Yongjue to Gu!!"

"I will listen to one side, trust others, and condone corrupt officials. I will be romantic, ignore political affairs, and prefer beauty and evil. I will never have a child. I will destroy the Qing Dynasty that killed you! You hear No?"

"Come stop me, come scold me!"

He knelt down in the water, weeping uncontrollably: "Please, please, call me baby again, and say you love me the most! Amma...Ama...I love you...Ama..."

On July [-]th of the fourth year of Yanchang, the sinner Yongqi Yongxuan forced the palace to rebel, and Qing Ruizong Aixinjueluo Yongjue died.

The eldest son Aixinjueluo Mianxin succeeded to the throne and inherited the reign title of Ruizong, known as Qinglizong in history.

Li Zong listened and believed, trusted others, beheaded officials, and condoned corruption, which led to the corruption of the government, the people's livelihood, and a great change in his father's prosperity.

In the spring of the 12th year of Yanchang, E Rong'an, Minister of the Household Department, Hai Lancha, Minister of the Ministry of War, and Hong Chang, the Prince of Jian, raised their troops to rebel. They supported Ruizong's seventh son Mian Dun as emperor, and respected Ruizong as Qing Ruizu.

Li Zong held a small statue in his arms and burned himself in the Zhaoren Hall of Qianqing Palace.

The author has something to say:

At the request of a certain relative, if the palace transformation is successful at that time...

Complementing the previous part, obsessive-compulsive disorder has been abandoned.

ps: Going out tomorrow, if you still have the strength to come back, you can type. The ancient volume ends here, and the next one is a happy modern happiness episode.

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