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

After dismissing some beauties, Yong Jue went back to the study, rubbed his eyebrows: "How is it, what's the news from the south?"

A man in black standing in the shadows replied in a low voice: "People from the Red Flower Society are gradually gathering in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and many brothels and Chu houses have added newcomers."

Yong Jue sneered: "You have a bit of a brain, you know that the fourth uncle loves Ruanxiang the most."

The spy bowed his head, he couldn't accept this.

Yongjue thought about it for a while, and felt very embarrassed. Is it because he had been acting for too long? Qianlong withdrew all the sticky members in the mansion except Hajilan, and he was getting better and better towards him, loving him from the bottom of his heart , More than the last, more than the next... But how can he let go of the piles back then?

In the end, he sighed and said: "Tell this news to the people at the sticky pole, and don't worry about how much they can find out."

"Yes." The man left quietly.

Picking up the books on the table, flipping through them randomly, not looking at them, and throwing them back, Yong Jue shook his head helplessly: "It's just right, no one will take it now, the bowl of water is level."

Before leaving, Yong Jue told them over and over again, if it is not bad, this time the Honghua meeting will be big, it is a good opportunity to take advantage of it.

Hajilan rolled her eyes: "My lord, you have said it three times, and I almost memorized it."

Yong Jue snorted softly: "Then recite it to Grandpa o(￣ヘ￣o#)"

Hakiran: "..." Are you serious?

He cleared his throat seriously, and someone said: "Xiao Shunzi and the servants will assist with the affairs of the mansion, and contact Aligun, Hailancha, Celeng, Debao and other adults at any time to ensure that if there is any problem in Jiangnan ...balabala...Here, Prince Guoyi and Prince Jianjun will take the initiative to stabilize the situation, and inform Princess Hewan and Princess Ying to return to Beijing, waiting for your news."

No problem, Yong Jue nodded.

By the way, the severe cold in the winter of 26 years, Yun Qi did not survive, and it was the eldest son Hong Chang who attacked the Duke of the county.

Hajilan looked at his calm face and couldn't help talking: "Are you really going to hide it from the prince? He will help."

Yong Jue took a deep look at him, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and said firmly, "He won't."

"Why?" Hajilan was puzzled. Among the several sons, Hong Zhou loved Yong Jue the most. Although that matter was very risky, it was also of great benefit to the Prince's Mansion.

Caressing the beeswax safety buckle hanging on his wrist, Yong Jue's eyes darkened: "Because besides me, he also has his wife, concubines and children and grandchildren. He usually takes care of me in every possible way to make up for neglecting me, but..."

He didn't go on, but Hakilan understood.

Since I was a child, I didn't grow up by my side, how can I feel more pity and love than the children and grandchildren raised by my own hands?

This is the Qing Dynasty, the ancient times when family interests were paramount and individuals were thrown aside, and it was a feudal monarchy where human lives were worthless.

The gecko still has the willpower to escape by cutting off its tail, let alone the son of the iron-blooded emperor Yongzheng?

It was not easy to get along with the whole family in the Prince's Mansion. It was rare that Qianlong gradually let go of his guard against his younger brother. Hongzhou would never take the risk of bringing the whole mansion into the usurpation matter, and maybe he would Fu Anwei stood on Qianlong's side, killing relatives righteously.

Yong Jue frowned deeply, and waved his hand: "Go and do your work, and leave me alone for a while."

Hajilan bit her lips tightly and hesitated to speak. She knew that he had heard enough comforting words, but she still wanted to say: "Yong Jue, if you want to repent, there is still time."

Yong Jue opened his eyes abruptly, staring at her like a sharp sword: "What?"

"I know you don't want to hear that the good times are yet to come, and this matter will definitely come true. Looking at the past and present, only Wang Mang and Fu Jian have succeeded in this matter, a very small number of people, right?" Hajilan took a deep breath, Looking at him fixedly, he said seriously, "It's good to succeed, but if you lose..."

Yong Jue clenched his fists and slammed the table hard: "If you don't succeed, you will succeed."

Hajilan's thin voice was as low as a mosquito, and said: "If... if... don't worry, I will send Mian Xin away safely no matter what."

Yong Jue glanced at her in surprise, then nodded solemnly: "Then I'll leave it to you."

The tenth day of March is an auspicious day for traveling. The wind is sunny, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the weather is rare.

The long-prepared Shengjia Southern Tour finally set off.

All the procedures followed the regulations of Qianlong's last tour to the south, with guards of honor and chariots and horses, the imperial army clearing the way, and boarding the boat only after reaching the waterway.

Empress Dowager, Empress, Concubine Ling, Yong Jue, Yong Qi and his wife, and Yong Xuan and his wife accompanied them.

As for Ziwei, she has already passed the filial age to marry far away in Mongolia.

Originally, Qianlong intended to keep her in the capital, but this smart girl was well aware of Qianlong's choice between the roles of emperor and father. The land that has cried and laughed, got on the carriage to Moxi Mongolia.

Stop and go along the way, playing and making noise, the palace is luxuriously arranged by local officials, and there are countless beauties from the Han family who are graceful and graceful, asking Qianlong to hug him left and right, and he is so happy to leave, completely forgetting that he is still bringing his old lady and wife and concubine.

When he arrived in Haining and lived in his old friend Chen's house, Qianlong finally saw the "Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting" which was highly praised by his friends.

I don't know if it's because the water in the south of the Yangtze River is good or what, but these four girls are all slim, with bright eyes and white teeth, elegant and refined, with a slender figure, and their eyes are moving, as if they can pinch water.

Even the few princes who grew up in the court and saw too many beautiful girls couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

Chen Bang smiled and introduced his proud daughters to everyone.

Ever since Qing'er left, the Queen Mother liked the delicate and elegant girls very much, and she couldn't help saying: "I think that all the spiritual energy in Haining has been taken up by your Chen family, and everyone is good."

Mrs. Chen hurriedly bowed her waist: "Lafayette is too much, the ministers and these daughters are pampered and raised in deep boudoirs, and they are a bit petty."

The Empress Dowager glanced past the tired-looking Yong Qi in the group of elder brothers. After all, she was her grandson, and she couldn't complain for long. She sighed and said, "You four daughters, have you promised anyone?"

"Back to Lafayette," Chen Bangzhi replied respectfully, "There are others who know piano, chess and books, but only know painting, which has not yet been decided."

Coincidentally, the family background and appearance are all good, Xu Yongqi will be a side Fujin, and it will also suppress the arrogance of that lowly servant girl who is famous in the capital.

The queen mother has been displeased with a certain swallow riding on her grandson's head for a long time.

However, she couldn't make Little Swallow jealous and stage martial arts in the courtier's house, so she could only say euphemistically: "Of course there is a good candidate. The girl is here, so I won't say more."

Chen Bangzhi was overjoyed: "Thank you, Lafayette, for your kindness."

The Empress Dowager called Zhihua to her, and when she opened her mouth, she realized that the girl had read poems and books well, and she liked her so much that she had to be her companion every day when she lived in the Chen family.

When I left Haining for Hangzhou, I took people away.

Leaning against the side of the dragon boat, Yong Jue closed his eyes and felt the gentle breeze blowing by his ears, carrying a gentle mist.

"Brother Yongjue is very interested." Someone came over.

Opening his eyes, he saw that it was Yongxuan.

Yong Jue nodded slightly: "Eighth brother, why don't you accompany the eighth younger brother?"

Yong Xuan waved her hand: "She embroidered a painting of Yan Yu Jiangnan, and went to present it as a treasure to Lafayette."

"The eighth younger siblings are dexterous, I've also heard Fujin say that."

Yongxuan looked around, saw no one was there, lowered his voice and said: "Did you hear about what happened on the dragon boat in the morning?"

Yong Jue sneered: "The movement is so loud, so I must have heard it."

"I think she probably saw what Lafayette meant and didn't like Yongqi, so she climbed on the dragon bed." Yongxuan took pleasure in other's misfortune, Yongqi was definitely the first prince who was despised by a Han woman.

Since it is all done.Women from the Aixinjueluo family, why not find the most honorable one?

Yong Jue held back his laughter, but he didn't know how Yong Qi felt.

"Now she is Chen Changzai, eighth younger brother be careful." He told Yongxuan.

"I know." Yongxuan changed the subject, "Brother Yongjue has been to Jiangnan, but he knows where there is something interesting. I plan to take Fujin off the boat for a walk in a few days."

Yong Jue talked about the sights and restaurants near Hangzhou in a timely manner, which made Yong Xuan nod repeatedly.

When the weather was getting hotter and hotter, the dragon boat finally sailed slowly into the territory of Hangzhou.

In an unremarkable farmer's house, a dozen or so men dressed as Jianghu people gathered together, and their murderous eyes glanced at the West Lake outside the window from time to time.

The author has something to say:

Changed Zhihua's fate, it will be useful in the future.

The comprehensive Qiong Yao volume is coming to an end, should I let the last little subject show up in the next chapter?

See you next week dears (*￣▽￣)y