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

Originally, all the ministers were extremely opposed to Qianlong making a woman from a brothel a concubine, but now when the Queen Mother's incident happened, the whole world was in an uproar.

The reputation of being a confidante spread throughout the country, and everyone reviled her. Even officials who were not imperial censors began to ask Qianlong to execute Xia Yingying.

At this moment, Concubine Xi is reborn, Bao Si is reborn, and the evil concubine brings disaster to the country and the world.

Daji, Xi Shi, Xi Gui, Diao Chan, Jiananfeng, Yang Yuhuan... The charm of China's top ten beauties to emperors has been passed down from generation to generation, and she is not just Xia Yingying.

Of course Qianlong would not agree. After pressing the impeachment document several times to no avail, he directly dismissed Zuodu Yushiguan from his post and investigated and prosecuted him. He was also imprisoned with many Yushitai censors. If not for Fu Hengnayantai and other important officials begging I'm afraid it's easy to move your head.

The city of Sijiu was in chaos.

An emperor who has a bad reputation and doesn't repent, and wants to kill the officials, really doesn't give people much sense of security.

Didn't you see that even the first favorite Fu Heng was scolded bloody?

Who would dare to risk the whole family's wrath to persuade this emperor who has not done a few serious things since 24 years?

Less than a month after the empress dowager was buried, something even more ridiculous happened.

Yong Jue walked quickly into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the dignified atmosphere around him made him tense up involuntarily.

Luo Rongheng's trembling fingers rested on Qianlong's wrist, and his face was wrinkled and squeezed together. Seeing him like that, he was about to cry.

The queen was abolished, and the noble concubine died. The highest ranking concubine Shu Gui in the harem stood aside, twisting her handkerchief, with an indescribably strange expression on her face.

Yong Jue asked Yong Xie in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Yongxie stared at her former father with extremely complicated eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

Yong Jue rolled his eyes in depression, what's going on, a group of people seemed to see the expression of a rooster laying eggs, what terrible thing did his uncle, who wanted to jump out of the Jingling Mausoleum in anger, do?

Luo Rongheng withdrew his hand and knelt down: "The old minister is incompetent, please the emperor to make amends."

"Atonement? What sin?" Qianlong cursed inarticulately, while beating the bed angrily, "Idiot, if you can't cure it, I will punish you!"

Luo Rongheng shuddered, with a mournful face: "Your Majesty, the medicines you used have taken too long, and they have penetrated deep into the lungs and hurt the foundation. Even Da Luo Jinxian has no power to recover!"

medicine?

Yong Jue grasped the key words, and suddenly realized that Qianlong's sharp-hearted Xia Yingying and Chen Zhihua couldn't be seen around. Look at the embarrassing expression of someone, and then look at the face next to him, "Why can't I understand?" 'Yong Xing Yong Xing... Poor King Jin felt cold in his heart, did he know too much?

"Get out! Give me...cough cough...get out...cough cough..." Qianlong choked on his own saliva, coughing to death.

Yong Jue left the Hall of Mental Cultivation with Daliu, a few steps behind silently, everyone had their own thoughts, but no one noticed that he was gone.

Holding Luo Rongheng at the corner, Yong Jue casually played with the beeswax safety buckle on his wrist: "Physician Luo, you haven't made it clear in these few words, what's going on with Khan Ama, can you still get up?"

There was no trace of respect for Qianlong in the deep, lazy and magnetic voice.

Luo Rongheng froze, and pretended to be calm and said: "Why did the prince say this? The old minister doesn't understand."

"I don't understand... Why don't I help Imperial Physician Luo think about it?" Yong Jue smiled playfully, "For example, murdering a concubine? For example, hindering the ancestral teachings of the royal family? Oh, this crime is not a small one! "

Luo Rongheng's face changed suddenly, and he calmed down quickly: "My lord, this old minister still has to prescribe medicine for the emperor. If you have nothing else to do, please feel free to do so."

"Well, what do you think will happen if the people of Fucha's family know that you were a part of watching from the sidelines in Seventh Brother's death?"

Luo Rongheng's face was ashen, and he knelt down with a puff, his lips moved, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Yong Jue stepped forward to help him up, and said in a gentle voice: "Physician Luo, don't worry, as long as you do what I say, after the matter is completed, I will allow you to return home with your wives, concubines and children."

Luo Rongheng's voice trembled unconsciously: "Your Majesty's words are serious?"

Slightly raised the corner of his mouth, Yong Jue said: "You are not joking."

Luo Rongheng was so frightened that he almost jumped up, looked around hurriedly, and seeing no one around, he held his chest and panted heavily.

"Why are you so timid? This king dares to say this here, of course he won't let a third person know." Yong Jue sneered, "Physician Luo, even if you don't want to choose a tree to live in, at least don't let yourself fall." The fate of a dead man without a place to bury him. People don’t want to be destroyed for their own sake, and you are carrying it here, but this king’s father, who is so eager to tie a woman to his belt, doesn’t know.”

Luo Rongheng was silent for a long time, and whispered a few words in Yong Jue's ear.

Looking at someone's distorted face, Luo Rongheng was unexpectedly a little relieved, it really is that depression alone is not as depressed as everyone else!

Well, the words of the imperial physician Wen Cranchi translated into vernacular are: Because the sex with Xia Yingying and Chen Zhihua was no longer majestic, and he took too much medicine for tigers and wolves, and he was still a little fierce. dry.

(A Fei: To explain in professional terms, this is called permanent incompetence.)

At the same time, because he was not free from meat all year round, had a bad diet, was addicted to alcohol, was obese, and did not exercise, and because he was too excited when he suddenly heard the bad news about his failure to lift, Qianlong had a stroke unexpectedly and within reason. , crooked mouth and eyes, poor speech, salivation, and slight hemiplegia.

In a word, it is impossible for Qianlong to be the emperor any longer.

Abdicating the throne and becoming the Supreme Emperor was his only choice.

Yong Jue gave Luo Rongheng a few words, and left the palace like flying.

In a few days, he traveled all over Sijiu City, visiting courtiers and generals who are low-key and powerful, Fu Heng, Nayantai, Shuhede, Agui, Bandi, Celeng, Yaerhashan and others, to win over A lot of help.

Walking to the gate of Zuoling Mansion, Yong Jue raised his hand and said, "Lord Naerbu, there is no need to send it away anymore, don't worry, I will never break my promise, my lord, please don't forget..."

Narbu nodded knowingly: "The slave family is willing to be the prince's pawn."

"Please go back, it's been windy these days and nights, so be careful." Yong Jue left with a smile.

One day in mid-November, Qianlong, who was never dead, went to Chengqian Palace to look for Xia Yingying again. No matter how hard the imperial concubine tried to tease her, there was still no response.

The hard result was Luo Rongheng's ruthless verdict that His Majesty Emperor Qianlong, a great female body lover, would have had a real stroke, with slurred speech, hemiplegia, and no cure for medicine.

After receiving this news, Yong Jue sent many letters to various places overnight, stared at the chessboard in the study all night, and sketched out countless threads in his mind. It was his huge plan and the countermeasures he had prepared for many years.

"Hajilan," Yong Jue stopped someone and whispered in a very low voice, "the fifteenth day of this month is a good day."

Hajilan nodded, changed her attire and left the house.

Under the seemingly calm water in the capital, there are turbulent and furious waves.

It was night, Yong Jue was dressed in military uniform, with a long sword on his waist, and pushed open the door of the study. To his surprise, there were all the women with surnames in the backyard waiting outside, and the leader was Xilinjue Luo Songge who was pregnant in September. inside.

"Say something," he said.

Song Geli took a deep breath, and raised a smile: "Master, I and the women in the house wish to live and die with you."

Lin Ruoyin's eyes were flushed, and she choked with sobs, "So, for yourself, for your wife, concubine and children, sir, you must..." She couldn't continue, she covered her face and sobbed.

Many female relatives also burst into tears, sobbing.

Mianxin plunged into Yongjue's arms: "Ama, you promised to take your son to Mulan for two years, you promised." So, if you dare to have an accident, Gu will never care if your name is Ama, never!mad at you!

Gently stroking his head, Yong Jue said: "Erhe, you are the elder brother. If Ama is not here, you are the pillar of the family. Calm down and wait for Ama to come back, okay?"

Mian Xin nodded vigorously: "Ama be careful."

In the dead of night, there was a crisp sound of horseshoes on the capital avenue. Yong Jue arrived, got off his horse, and strode forward.

"Slave greets the lord." A middle-aged man dressed as a leader saluted respectfully, and behind him stood dozens of guards guarding the palace gate, all of them with their heads held high, their hands resting on their knives, their faces were solemn and murderous.

Not long after, Hailancha, Mingrui, Fengshenger, Hongchang and other Yongjue's direct descendants also rushed over, with some worries in their eyes, but more excitement. The expectation of a long-planned palace change.

After the night breeze blew for a while, Yong Jue took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was three o'clock in the morning, when people were most relaxed. He stroked his sword with his left hand, and said indifferently, "Lord Ali Gon, please leave this palace gate to you and Lord Wang." gone."

Ali Gun, the admiral of the Nine Gates, bowed and said, "I'm so overwhelmed, I won't hesitate."

The deputy Wang Ziteng saluted, and said sonorously: "The slave is willing to do the work of a dog and a horse, guard the palace gate to the death, and never take a step back. I wish the prince will be on the Ninth Five-Year Plan and rule the world!"

"With your good words, remember, when the bell rings and the palace gates are opened, there must be no courtiers who should come to witness, understand?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha," Yong Jue laughed heartily, "The order is to tell Shu Hede to sit in Fengtai Camp, and Tseleng to sit in Miyun Camp, to guard every blind spot in the capital, and not to move without the Lord's order."

"Hailancha, Qinggui, Changling, and Zhalantai led the vanguard soldiers to guard the mansions of all the important ministers, and when the bell rang, they brought the ministers to the Qianqing Palace. Ke and Haas Erdun are optimistic about the Mongolian prince in Beijing..."

"Mingrui, Fengsheng, and Hajilan enter the palace with the Lord!"

Following orders one after another, they operated in an orderly manner. Yong Jue stood tall in the night wind that was gradually increasing in strength. The big red cloak fluttered up and down, hunting and hunting, drawing a beautiful arc.

Under the bright starry sky, he raised his hand and pointed directly at the Qianqing Palace: "I want this world!"

The author has something to say:

Yong Jue is going to be forced into the palace, the update of the [-]th holiday is over here, we can predict what will happen next, let's see the fairies next weekend, don't miss me!

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