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

When the emperor got angry, he laid down millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting away.

Yong Jue personally led soldiers into Awa City. Apart from the innocent people, members of the Burmese royal family, civil servants and military generals were massacred.

The frontier issue that had plagued the Qing Dynasty for many years was resolved.

From the fourth year of Yanchang, Myanmar was formally incorporated into the territory of the Qing Dynasty. It was a province, with a governor, a governor, and several subordinate officials at various levels. There are 500 Burmese militiamen guarding various places.

Leaving Fu Heng as acting governor temporarily, rectifying military affairs and appeasing the hearts of the people, Yong Jue returned to Beijing with the troops from the Qianfeng Battalion.

The eldest elder brother Mian Xin brought several brothers, clan princes and civil and military officials to meet him ten miles away in the suburbs of Beijing.

The courtiers, who had been arguing over the emperor's private departure from Beijing, felt chilled when they saw the army covered with white flags. They thought of the faction in the court from the eldest son Mianxin, and from the unabated Suo Chuoluo. Everyone thought of the Xilin Jueluo family, which was in full swing, and finally thought about the ages of the two princes, and silently——

Pooh!

The bright yellow figure riding the horse interrupted the little Jiujiu in everyone's heart, the emperor is alive and well!

"Second brother, Khan Ama is fine, why..." Mian Tian asked in a low voice, tugging at Mian Heng's sleeve.

Mian Heng replied: "When the army hangs white flags, either the marshal or the clan prince died in battle. This time, no clan relatives will go out with the army, do you understand?"

Mian Tian silently nodded.

Mian Xin frowned, Lin Ruhai had just left, Su Heng hadn't cleared the water in the south of the Yangtze River, and in a blink of an eye, the Qianfeng Battalion was gone, so it's no wonder that the court was not chaotic, it's because God didn't like his Ama Are you making a mess on purpose?

All the ministers knew what Fucha Mingrui meant to the emperor. Leaving aside the ambiguous rumors, Mr. Zhongyong had been with him for more than 20 years and had a good relationship with the present. Brothers are better than brothers. His death is absolutely Can cause a major earthquake.

The emperor had a sullen face, and no one dared to mention the matter of holding a banquet to celebrate achievements and rewarding the army. Fortunately, Yong Jue's IQ was always online, and there was no delay in granting the seal or awarding the reward, and then...

Two days later, a shocking thunder was thrown in the court hall. He wanted to posthumously confer Fucha Mingrui the first-class honest, wise, loyal and brave Duke, posthumously titled Wulie, and enter the Taimiao Temple to enjoy sacrifices.

Thunderbolt!

Not to mention giving his title back then as a posthumous title, the old man will temporarily put Fucha Mingrui's coffin in Tanzhe Temple, and wait for him to be buried with him in a hundred years.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the century-old name of the Fucha family...

Fu Long'an covered his face, he couldn't bear to look at the expressions of the state leaders Debao and E Bi, the coffin was placed in the royal temple, and the emperor was buried with him, this is the treatment only the queen has, the emperor, please spare the Fucha family QAQ～right Du Yushi Ji Xiaolan was very shrewd. Although the emperor was out of touch with this matter, it had nothing to do with the Han people, and he was not in a hurry.

But Zuodu Censor couldn't bear it. The only coffin stored in Tanzhe Temple was his niece Sochoro Zhuhe. What's the point of asking a man with a different surname to carry in the coffin?

Guan Bao came out and said: "I think it's wrong. There is no precedent in our court for a minister to be buried in the emperor's tomb. Please think twice, Your Majesty."

All the ministers knelt down and said in unison: "Please think twice, Your Majesty!"

"There is no precedent? Then set a precedent!" Yong Jue knocked on the imperial case, his tone was as calm as water, but as deep and unpredictable as the sea. His achievements are nothing more than that of a brother. Now he has opened up the territory for the Qing Dynasty and sacrificed his life for the country, isn't he worthy?"

"Don't block me with the rules of the ancestors, I have never heard of a rule that prohibits ministers from being buried with them!" Yong Jue said in a deep voice, "I'm just notifying the Qing family, not discussing with you!"

"Your Majesty, as the head of the Fucha family, Mr. Zhongyong should be buried in his ancestral grave." Debao also spoke out.

"I don't need Aiqing to bother you about this matter," Yong Jue waved his hand, "Myanmar is hot and humid, and there is miasma everywhere. Yun Ting's body cannot be preserved, it has already been cremated, and the ashes can be divided into two."

Everyone: "..."

Nima is even more messed up~~o(>_<)o~~Fulong'an's heart is full of noodles and tears, Ama is not here, who can give him an idea! !

The more you say it, the more unreliable it is, and this matter is so let go.

But Mingrui's funeral was quite grand, and eight out of ten courtiers attended.Ninth, even if the clan relatives did not arrive, they would still give generous gifts.

Yong Jue wrote the sacrificial text himself, even if his literary talent was more than a little off, no one would question the feelings that were higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

At the funeral, the emperor, who didn't think it was enough chaos, announced an imperial decree: "All assets in Duke Zhongyong's mansion will be registered and registered, and the shop and farm will be handed over to the Fucha family. My elder brother, I will temporarily live in Qianqing Palace before the residence is repaired, and I will treat you like all elder brothers."

Fu Long'an felt that there were no other words to express his feelings except tears. He first offended Suo Chuoluo's family, and then offended the elder brother. Is the emperor trying to flatter and kill Fu Cha's family?

Aww, cousin, you died so badly! ! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ When Yongjue was putting paper money into the brazier, there was a burst of crying outside.

"What's going on?" the emperor asked displeased.

Fu Longan replied: "Going back to the emperor, it's Arsalan. He passed out from crying before, but now he just woke up and is clamoring to find his cousin."

Yongjue felt a dull pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed, if he hadn't sent Yunting to go out, wouldn't such a thing happen?

Just as he was thinking about it, a soft little body threw himself into his arms, crying heartbreakingly: "Ama... Uncle Emperor, Amma is gone! The little lion wants Ama! Ama... woo... Erniang is gone, and Ama is gone too... Wow!"

"Arsalan is good, don't make trouble." Furlongan quickly persuaded him.

By the way, last winter was extremely cold, and many families in the capital held funerals, of course including Fucha's family.

Mingrui's Fujin accidentally fell ill, but the Qing army was besieged by the Burmese army. News of Mingrui's serious injury was sent back to the mansion. This Duoluogege was frightened and frightened, and died within two days.

Seeing the child who was only a little over three years old crying out of breath, Yong Jue also felt very distressed, squatted down and patted him, and coaxed him: "Little Lion, you are not missing, Ah Ma, He has gone far away, and he won't be back for a while."

Arsalan stopped crying immediately, showing red and swollen eyes: "When will Ama come back? The little lion misses Ama!"

Yong Jue held back his sadness: "When the little lion is as tall as his uncle, he will come back."

"Really?" The little devil's eyes lit up, he was half-doubtful, and then lowered his head in frustration, "Before I left, Amma said that she would teach the little lion to read and write, and play with the little lion. Amma's words don't count!"

After coaxing and coaxing him, Yong Jue solemnly promised: "Little lion, don't be afraid. Your Ama is not here. Uncle will teach you to read and play with you. From now on, you will live with uncle. You are uncle's child. I won't treat you badly."

Fu Longan's knees softened, and he wanted to kneel down again.

Cousin, you died so badly, what should the Fucha family do if the future is going to be swollen...

How could Arsaran expect this, he was very happy to live with the emperor's uncle who loved him so much, and slowly stopped crying.

Tonight's vigil, since Arsalan might not be able to hold on due to his young age, Mingrui's uncle Fu Yu, Fu Heng's sons, Ming Jun and Fu Long'an, kept vigil. Yong Jue stubbornly stayed in spite of everyone's dissuasion.

Inside the coffin was an altar of ashes, a first-class government uniform and a white jade plaque, engraved with Biluo Huangquan on one side and Chengjue at Xixi on the other, which were the tokens of love between the two at the beginning.

Yong Jue stared at these things in a daze for half the night.

At dawn, when the lid was about to be put on, he suddenly remembered something, sent Fu Longan and others out, and put the safety buckle he had worn for more than 20 years into the coffin, with a piece of soft brocade under it, messy. The handwriting shows the endless sadness and bitterness in the writer's heart: "The king is like a lamp to me, and he is also like Sinan. Now that the compass is broken and the lamp is extinguished, if I want to cross the vast ocean in this lonely boat?"

After the funeral, Yong Jue began to settle accounts, and the emperor's anger shook like a volcanic eruption, shaking the palace and the harem.

He fulfilled his original promise. Anyone who dares to intervene in this war to exploit money and food and delay the military aircraft, no matter how big or small the official position, will be executed for collaborating with the enemy and treason. responsibility.

Yong Jue even disregarded the queen's face, and dismissed her uncle, Fujian governor Xilin Jueluo Oning, who had previously refused to send troops to aid Mingrui.

When the new Burmese Governor-General Nayan Tai took office and Fu Heng came back to report on his duties, what greeted him was the chaos in the capital, and the expressions of all the officials who were depressed and wanted to die.

What does it mean when Yongzheng is angry that midsummer turns into midwinter?

His Majesty the Emperor peels off the skin, cramps and lets blood, and the ruthless cunning bird of prey that makes your whole family take lunch is really stunning. TAT Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace

Yong Jue concentrated on reading the memorial, holding Arsalan in his hands, and commented lightly: "Good job, Ai Qing has worked hard."

"The emperor has praised me, and I am ashamed to be a slave."

Fu Heng stood below, occasionally raising his head to take a look, probably because Mingrui married a clan Gege to be a Fujin, but the little lion who looked like a copy of Mingrui had a pair of Aixinjueluo family's signature red phoenix eyes.

The cute appearance of the little guy sitting in the emperor's arms even gave him the illusion that "this kid was born to the emperor by his nephew".

Bah, bah, bah, what are you thinking about?

Fu Heng shook his head vigorously, trying to straighten his thoughts. There are no such things as boys and girls in the scriptures, not to mention that he often saw his nephew when Arsalan was born, and he never had a stomach... (Mingrui: Uncle , muddy!)

In that low-key and elegant study room, there is still a chessboard. At this time, the black and white sides strangled each other, but the black side's decline was already evident.

A slightly immature voice sounded: "We will hunt in the paddock next month, are you ready?"

Another hoarse voice replied: "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

"There are so many masters around Yongjue, not to mention the dead Fucha Mingrui, Hailancha, Fengshenger, Zhalantai, Fuling'an... Which one is the fuel-efficient lamp?" The immature voice was a little out of breath, "It's fine if you fail, but don't get involved in Grandpa's plan."

"Hmph," the other party sneered, "I just want to take revenge. What does your plan have to do with me?"

"You!" Someone kicked the chair over.

"Okay, okay, I told you to rest assured," the hoarse voice casually comforted him, "So what about Hai Lancha's natural strength and bravery? He also needs to be free to protect Yong Jue." Pause , He went on to say, "I believe you in the case of Jiangnan, and you should also believe me when you do it on the grassland this time."

The immature voice said bitterly: "Success! I will believe you just once!"

A low hoarse laughter echoed in the room: "The hatred of killing your wife and killing your son is irreconcilable! Aixinjue Luo Yongjue, you should also taste the feeling of losing your heart and soul one after another!"

The author has something to say:

His Majesty, who drove all civil and military officials crazy, passed by...

Boys and boys, Mr. Fu Heng, you are too far ahead!

ps: Spoiler, there are obviously too many foreshadowings, right?