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

The palace was very quiet, and there were no guards on patrol.

Yong Jue walked in the front, followed by Ming Rui one step behind, followed by Feng Shenger and Hajilan, followed closely by the guards of the brigade.

Every time they passed a palace, a team of guards stayed behind to block the palace.

Regardless of her postpartum weakness, Concubine Shu walked out of her sick body and shouted, "Junjun King, who are you?"

Yong Jue smiled calmly: "Your Majesty, can't you guess?"

Those glaring weapons, the murderous guards, Qianlong entered the palace in the middle of the night when there was no cure... Concubine Shu Gui is not a fool, on the contrary, she is very smart to survive in Qianlong's harem and give birth to a child.

In the blink of an eye, from the father who was dispatched as the governor of Liangjiang to the uncle who was promoted to be the chief minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and from the daughter who had just reached the first month to the nephew who had no ambitions to fight all day long, she squeezed her handkerchief tightly and said: "The emperor I haven't been able to sleep well lately, Gao Wuyong is serving outside the hall, Wu Shulai is serving in the small room inside the hall, the tea serving lady on duty tonight is Birou, she is a smart person."

Smiling in satisfaction, Yong Jue cupped his hands: "Thank you, it's windy at night, please rest well, Madam."

"This palace is waiting for the good news of the prince."

In the distance, finally seeing the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Yong Jue raised his hand, and everyone stopped in tacit understanding.

"A small team goes from the left and replaces all the guards on duty."

"The second team went around to the back, sneaked in from the small door, and controlled the Hall of Mental Cultivation, allowed in and not allowed out."

"Hajilan, go to the tea room to look for Birou," Yong Jue said in a deep voice, "Act according to the plan and pay attention to safety."

Pulling out a pastel teacup from behind as if by magic, Hajilan nodded vigorously, but her hands still couldn't help trembling slightly.

Even after living two lifetimes, even though she thought she was strong enough to bear it, Hajilan never believed that she would experience a palace change and play an important role in it.

bring it on!She took a deep breath and calmly walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The guards had already quietly controlled the periphery of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Hajilan entered through the side door, connected with her own people inside, put another bowl of old ginseng soup next to the soup prepared for Qianlong, and then hid aside, When Biore brought it in, she immediately sent a signal.

Yong Jue waved his hand, and said to Ming Rui and Feng Sheng: "You guys wait here, I will go in alone."

"Yingxian!" Fucha Mingrui stared at him stubbornly.

With his hands behind his back, Yong Jue said calmly: "This is a war between me and Uncle Huang, you just wait for my good news."

After finishing speaking, he walked in quickly, leaving only a tall back for Mingrui who was staring at him in a daze.

As soon as he entered the room, it happened that Qianlong had finished his last sip of old ginseng soup.

There was a sneer in Yong Jue's heart, Qianlong's kidney water was insufficient, and both Qi and blood were deficient, so he could only warm up slowly. Ginseng is a villain among medicinal materials. Healthy people will become healthier the more they drink it, and it will only make things worse for seriously ill people.

Uncle Huang, who claims to be wise, have you even forgotten the basics of medicine in a stroke?

Hearing the slight sound of footsteps, Qianlong sharply raised his head: "Who?"

Yong Jue took a step forward, stood under the candlelight, admiring Qianlong's unpredictable expression, and couldn't stop laughing.

Qianlong felt that something was wrong, a man who should not have appeared here did not cause the maids to scream, what does this mean?

He lowered his face and shouted sharply: "Yong Jue, do you want to rebel?"

"Rebellion? Uncle Huang is serious. My nephew is not from a foreign surname, so how can you say it is rebellion?" Yong Juesili rolled up his sleeves slowly and said with a smile, "It should be called coercion!"

"You..." Qianlong was stunned. He didn't expect that after years of deliberate suppression, the other party would have such thoughts, but he never realized it.

Thinking of this, Qianlong asked back: "Where is the stick?"

Yong Jue applauded lightly: "The answer is correct."

"Yongjue, if you stop now, before it's too late, I can guarantee that you won't pursue this matter any more." Qianlong planned to influence the other party.

Yong Jue burst out laughing suddenly, a wild and unrestrained look was quite rare.

After laughing enough, his eyes were as cold as iron: "Since 24 years ago, I have never believed in you again, Uncle Huang."

For a while, Qianlong was speechless.

"I heard that this snuff bottle was the late emperor's favorite?" Yong Jue played with the lustrous and clear jasper snuff bottle in his hand, with a half-smile, "Why don't the emperor give this to my nephew?"

"Impossible!" Qianlong said every word.

Yong Jue squeezed his sleeve and wiped the surface of the snuff bottle. Somehow he touched it. The sealed cover suddenly fell off, and a small thumb-sized jade seal fell into Yong Jue's hand. Turning it over, he saw four small characters in seal script: The stick was printed up and down, and someone smiled triumphantly: "This is the token from the stick, please rest assured, uncle Huang, my nephew will never treat them badly in the future."

At this time, Qianlong was speechless, he could only stare at Yongjue with wide-eyed eyes, gasping for air with his nostrils fluctuating.

"Ah, that's right, there is one more thing I need to ask for your help." Yong Jue took out a bright yellow silk silk with Manchu and Chinese characters from his arms, walked to the bed, and took out the jade seal from under Qianlong's pillow. , Stamped a chapter firmly.

"Hmm~ I don't have to be tired~ Open~ (my seal, let go)" Qianlong moaned vaguely, his body shook violently, and he danced, as if he wanted to get rid of the hemiplegia.

"If I had known today, why bother, Uncle Huang, you were destined to die on a woman's belly," Yong Jue raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, took out one of them and handed it back: "Hajilan, put the one behind the upright plaque." Change things, move swiftly, Uncle Huang is on his way soon, don't delay the grand master's important business."

Hakiran backed away.

Yong Jue sat beside Qianlong, smiling like a good boy and said: "Huang uncle, go slowly, your old Qing Dynasty master accepted it, don't be polite to him, remember to say hello to Huang Mafa and all the elders when you get down there , Let’s just say—those who steal the hook and those who steal the country, in this world, I love Xinjueluo Yongjue.”

Qianlong's eyes widened suddenly, his body twitched unnaturally, foam was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his hand seemed to want to grab something, but it was in vain, he walked the last step of his life unwillingly.

Yong Jue flicked his sleeves: "Bring Xia Yingying and Chen Zhihua."

The scheming prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River and the woman who was also well-off in the city were dragged in and thrown on the ground.

Yong Jue turned around, faced the window, and waved his hand.

Several women dressed in black stepped forward, stripped off their clothes, put on almost transparent water blue gauze clothes, stuffed a medicine in their mouths, threw them on the bed, and did the same to Qianlong.

Not long after, the eyes of the two became blurred, their hair was messy, their cheeks were flushed, and their eyes were full of affection. They leaned softly on Qianlong's body and rubbed gently.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was about the same, a woman in black drew out a dagger and stabbed them.

The smell of blood filled the room.

Yong Jue raised his head, closed his eyes, and had many thoughts in his heart.

Thinking of the cold reception when I was a child for a while, thinking of Zhu He's death for a while, and thinking of my sister who was married far away, my mind was extremely chaotic.

Just when he was about to rub a couple of times, Mingrui walked in and faced the room.In the messy and dirty scene, he frowned unhappily, and said in a low voice: "Yingxian, several adults from the Military Aircraft Department, Fu Heng, Nayantai, Liu Tongxun, Agui, and E Rong'an begged to see the emperor, and Luo Rongheng, the envoy of the imperial hospital, Also there."

"Your Majesty..." Yong Jue chewed on these two words playfully, and sneered, "Then let them come in."

Sure enough, as Yong Jue expected, after entering, everyone was dumbfounded.

"This, this... is humiliating..." Liu Tongxun, who is a Han, was the first to be unable to hold back, blushing with embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, could you please explain?" Fu Heng, the foreman Minister of Military Affairs and Qianlong's brother-in-law, asked without hesitation.

Yong Jue sighed, and said: "Just now I received a secret letter from a doorman, saying that there is a problem with the identity of Imperial Concubine Chen Huang, and that the death of her parents is not due to family ruin, but because she has something to do with Honghua. Khan Ama personally Ordered to kill. I didn't believe it, but I was not afraid of [-], just in case, so I had to enter the palace at night, but I saw it when I came in..."

Everyone's expressions were distorted now. They were not fools, and they knew what was going on.

"Just in case, I think it's better to let Doctor Luo take a look at it?" Ah Gui put forward this suggestion with a subtlety.

Luo Rongheng checked under the attention of everyone, and finally came to a conclusion that Qianlong died of horse wind, Chen Zhihua was stabbed in the back with a dagger, and his expression was shocked, and Xia Yingying's expression was flat with the dagger on her chest.

In this way, everyone understood that Xia Yingying probably wanted to kill Qianlong, but was blocked by Chen Zhihua, and Qianlong got a lunch box in a moment of excitement.

"My lords, the founding of the Qing Dynasty has just passed a hundred years, and the foundation is not yet very solid. If the cause of Khan Ama's death gets out at this time..." Everyone can guess what Yong Jue didn't finish, and his face is inevitably a little dignified.

"Let's just say that Xia Yingying was a member of the Red Flower Society. She concealed her identity and entered the palace to assassinate the emperor. Chen Guiren died as a savior. Unfortunately, the emperor died of serious injuries. How about that?" Er Rongan said in a low voice.

Everyone looked at each other, nodded and said yes, for the sake of Daqing's reputation, this was the only way to go.

"Then..." Nayantai couldn't help but raised his head, secretly looking at Yongjue.

Fu Heng thought for a while, and said: "The emperor has a clear decision. We will know after we go to the Zhengda Guangming plaque." Although he almost didn't know this Huang.The king of obscenities.

When everyone arrived at Qianqing Palace, the other ministers and generals in Beijing had already been waiting for a long time.

After quitting smoking in the capital, the mansion was besieged, and now we gather together to see Yongqi, Yongxuan, and Yongxuan who are still on the royal jade document with a look of shock and indignation, and the two princes who were succeeded, and Jinjun. But Wang never showed up, so they vaguely guessed what was going on, and couldn't help but secretly lamented that the other party was so bold that he dared to do such a thing.

When Yong Jue walked in with strides, he completely overturned the courtiers' impression of him.

Is this high-spirited, dignified, and unstoppable man really a cowardly man?

Yong Qi suddenly stepped forward to stop him, and shouted eagerly: "Yong Jue, what do you mean by forcing your way into the Forbidden Palace in such a dress in the middle of the night? Do you want to force the palace to fail? Hurry up and surrender!"

He raised his head, with an expression of 'if you support me, I will spare your life', which made Yong Jue sick for a while.

Yong Jue's reaction was completely beyond everyone's expectations. With just a light push, Yong Qi fell to the ground. He looked down at the other party and said a word indifferently: "Get lost!"

Yongxuan and Yongxuan looked at Yongjue immediately with guarded eyes.

Fu Heng climbed the ladder and took down a rosewood lacquered gold box, slowly opened it, and everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the bright yellow color inside.

Who is the successor?The three princes with a good reputation?The two princes who were succeeded?

Could it be that the emperor would really put aside his own son and choose an adopted son?

Unfolding the silk silk, Fu Henglang said in a loud voice: "I am only the emperor who was born with the destiny. If you enjoy life for a long time, you must be careful and sincere... At that time, I was twenty-five in my spring and autumn, and now I am fifty-two. If I fail to catch it, I am afraid that medicine will not be able to work, and I will soon die. The descendants of the Holy Ancestor Huang Kao are all safe now. If you are behind me, if you can be careful and safe, I will die in peace. However, my sons, The good and the bad are mixed, and I am afraid that I will not be able to inherit the state. I am very worried and have thought about it for a long time. The adopted son Jinjun Wang Yongjue has a noble character, a dignified disposition, a literary and military strategy, and a deep respect for me. The jade certificate, recorded under the name of the empress Fucha, is my own son, who succeeded me to the throne, that is, the emperor's throne, that is, obeyed the public system, kept it for 27 days, and released it for [-] days.

There was an uproar in Dan Chi, no one thought that the one who finally succeeded in taking the position was the most unlikely one in everyone's eyes.

"This decree is false!" Yong Qi shouted, "Huang Ama can't choose you!"

"Oh? Are you saying that Mr. Fu Heng can't recognize Han Ama's handwriting?" Yong Jue's handsome face showed a hint of sarcasm, "Or, if you choose you, the edict will be true?"

Yong Qi was taken aback.

Before he could open his mouth, Yong Jue went on to say: "As I said back then, disrespecting the orders of the elders is unfilial; disregarding the safety of blood is unkind; disregarding the life and death of concubines and maidservants is unkind; It is unrighteous to ask about the situation of your side Fujin."

"You are unfilial and unkind, unkind, unrighteous, disrespectful to the elders, disobedient to the elders, and inferior to animals, are you worthy of being a descendant of the Aixinjueluo family, and worthy of standing here and questioning me?"

Yong Jue's eyes as cold as a knife's edge slid past Yong Xuan and Yong Xing who was showing dissatisfaction, and asked sharply: "Could it be that in your eyes, I am not a brother at all?"

All the courtiers couldn't help smacking their lips, saying a word wrongly, the big crime of being unfilial to a son and disrespecting a younger brother fell on their heads.

Several princes opened their mouths, speechless.

Yong Jue stepped onto Danchi steadily, turned around abruptly, his cloak fluttering, he was condescending, and his deep and deep voice echoed in the Qianqing Palace: "Whoever has an opinion, stand up!"

Some looked furtive, some rolled their eyes, but no one moved.

Prince Yi Hongxiao, Prince Guo Hongzhan, Prince He Hongzhou, Wang Hongchang of Jianjun and other royal family princes, Fu Heng, Bandi, Nayantai, Yaerhashan, Liu Tongxun, Ali Gun, Debao and other important court officials , Fucha Mingrui, Hailancha, Fengshenger, Changling, Qinggui, Zhalantai and other members of Yongjue's direct lineage moved.

They came out in tacit agreement, flicked their horseshoe sleeves, knelt down and bowed down: "Slaves/subjects kowtow to the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Gradually, everyone knelt down, and under the dark night sky, the resounding voice of Qianqing Palace resounded over the Forbidden City: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!"

The author has something to say:

I really lost to you annoying little fairies. I'm really busy, and I have a lot of things at home recently.

Little Yongjue succeeded this time and is about to ascend the throne...

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In view of the fact that I finish typing at 03:30 in the morning, and in view of the fact that I am a science girl who is struggling to compose imperial edicts, I don’t like to leave comments to soothe my wounded heart! !