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

This year's hunting, many people are absent-minded, worrying about the war in the distance. If the Qing Dynasty wins, it's okay. If the Qing Dynasty loses and the god of war Hailancha dies, how many generals can they use to rule Mongolia?

The little Mianxin kicked the Mongolian prince three feet away, wiped off the sweat from his head, and stared at the surroundings with cold eyes: "Who else is not convinced? Stand up!"

It's just a little defeat, how dare Mongolia make a move?If you can't fight alone, you have to interrupt your little brother!In another schoolyard, Mian Heng, who is both civil and military, hit the bull's-eye with four consecutive arrows, and the last arrow passed through the head of a little grandson of the Mongolian Khan King, and shot through a pheasant that flew in behind him by mistake, scaring the little boy. The ghost ran away crying.

The Thirteenth Lord of Xia Wang sneered in his heart, he can't kill the Raksha soldiers, so it's safe to scare you silly brat.

The other Nine Dragons who could appear in the paddock, such as Chitose and Ba Ye, also took the lead, raised their butcher knives, and aimed their bloody smiles at those Mongolians with impure thoughts.

Yong Jue, who was posing as an emperor, walked into the imperial tent, immediately slumped his shoulders, and his whole body was swept away.

Until now, there is still no news of Hailancha on the front line.

The word that Yong Jue hates most now is life and death.

Hajilan appeared right after him, carrying a plate, and advised him with concern: "Eat some food, auspicious people have their own destiny, and Hailancha will be fine."

"Put it there, I'll eat it later."

"Yongjue, aren't you still angry?" Hajilan wailed, "I was really in a hurry!"

Someone squinted at her: "I'm busy with military and national affairs, so I don't have time to be angry with you, especially the kind of little girl you knocked me down in front of Hongchang Erong'an, Aligon, Liu Shun, Dai Quan, Hongshao, Greenqiao and Lansu." -thing!!"

The corner of Hajilan's mouth twitched violently, isn't this Nima still angry?

You are not angry, why do you even remember the name of the little maid on duty?Liar!Lift the table (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻After Yongjue left, the atmosphere in the capital became more and more treacherous. People from various factions ran around, like hyenas that smelled blood, greedily opened their mouths. Bloody mouth.

The emperor in the paddock also gradually realized that something was wrong. The orders could not be issued in time, and political affairs were tied up. He could even see the excited and whispering expressions of the courtiers and Mongols who refused to be loyal to him, and his temper became more and more cold.

Throwing the memorial to the ground hard, Yong Jue gasped for breath while holding on to the table, with a very bad expression on his face.

How many times is this the past few days?

Hajilan sighed silently, could the black hand hiding under the calm weather finally couldn't bear it?

Yong Jue's cold and stern voice was like the north wind in December: "The Jiangnan salt tax silver that was sent to Beijing even capsized, and there was no trace of it? Fart! I don't know that this silver is frozen, does it melt when it enters the water? ?!"

Who made it, even Jiangnan...

Yong Jue fell powerlessly to the ground, he felt cold hands and feet, a feeling of fear and timidity drilled from his bones, a feeling he never felt when he was enthroned and surrounded by all sides.

Hajilan rushed over in a hurry: "What's the matter, you're sweating?"

He leaned over unconsciously, leaning against each other, and murmured, "It's cold... Hajilan... I'm so cold..."

"Cold?" Hajilan understood as soon as she rolled her eyes, she felt distressed and tightened her arms silently.

"Those Mongolian princes?"

"There are reliable people watching. If there is any movement, it will not escape our eyes."

"Where's the minister?"

"There are also people watching. Feng Sheng'er personally leads the team, don't worry."

"Erhe and Mianheng..."

"One person and two sticky sticks are elite, and they are good-looking and protect them with them, no problem."

Yong Jue moved his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Hajilan, what do you want?"

"what?"

"What do you get from me? Why do you keep..."

Hajilan's angry face was black and blue, and she wanted to raise her fist to beat him up: "I watched you grow up, took care of you, cared about you, advised you to win over power, and followed you through life and death for you not to get married. What else do you think I want?"

Yong Jue replied honestly: "Erhe said you like me."

"I don't love sisters and younger brothers!" Hajilan flipped the table, too papery, tender too much, if my mother doesn't teach Daqiantui, she won't be surnamed Bi!

His Majesty, who was suddenly stunned, flattened his mouth: "Oh~_(￣0￣)＿/3"

Quiet was restored in the imperial tent.

No one spoke for a long time, Hajilan looked down and found that she was asleep, her sharp phoenix eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was restless in her dream.

How long has it been since Yong Jue looked so cute and harmless?

Hajilan was a little absent-minded, but more deeply distressed, patted his back lightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, my little brother, wake up tomorrow morning, gather enough energy to fight with them! "

The next day, the weather was fine, the sky was clear, the blue was like a shallow lake, dotted with a few floating white clouds, floating slowly with the breeze, like a few elegant swans swimming in the water.

Yong Jue rode a horse and walked in the front. He was not busy hunting, but patrolled the surroundings in a good mood, and praised the officials who took care of this place by the way.

Slowly coming to the edge, Yong Jue could see the steep cliff not far away, and suddenly thought of a certain bird that turned the palace upside down and Yong Qi who was in high spirits at that time, and was filled with emotion for a while.

It turns out that so many years have passed in a flash...

Looking at the paddock in Xishan, looking at this place that Qianlong hadn't been to for 24 years, Yong Jue suddenly realized that he knew who was behind the scenes.

When he was in a trance, there was a piercing sound in his ear, and Yong Jue turned sideways reflexively.

An arrow pierced deeply into the soil, its tail feathers shaking tremblingly.

"Come on, there are assassins!"

"Escort!"

The crowd suddenly rioted.

Yongjue hip.The dismounted horse also felt the panic of the crowd, breathing restlessly and pacing.

Seeing another black shadow flying towards the emperor from the corner of the eye, Hajilan was so anxious that she almost cried out, her heart agitated like a knife, she kicked without thinking, and the whole person rushed over: "Get down!"

The sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh was clear to the ears.

It wasn't until he landed on his back that Yong Jue realized what he saw was a row of imperial guards surrounding him and a pale face.

"Hajilan? Hajilan!"

Yong Jue sat up abruptly, hugged her and called eagerly, "Where's the imperial physician? Call the imperial physician!"

"Your majesty, don't waste your energy." A hand stopped him, and Hajilan laughed and teased, "I, I am a woman who dared to throw the emperor, how could I get hurt?"

Yong Jue felt the viscous liquid slowly flowing through his hands so clearly.

"Where are the assassins? What are you doing if you haven't even caught a single hair?" Yong Jue couldn't help scolding the ministers and guards around him, "You're not even as good as a woman, what use do I need you for? A bunch of trash!"

The people who usually open their mouths and shut their mouths are masters, but they don't dare to show their anger, they can't wait to dig a hole and bury themselves.

"Yongjue, you will be a wise king, an emperor through the ages, you must, you must believe in yourself," effortlessly grabbed Yongjue's lapel and pulled him towards her, Hajilan said softly: "Those two people who follow you will never leave People, you must cherish, remember that there are flowers that can be broken straight away, don’t wait for no flowers to break branches, don’t miss the people who treat you sincerely.”

"Hajilan, I don't want to hear you talk like that." His teeth were gritted, and the veins in Yong Jue's clenched hands were bulging.

But she still nags like a woman who can't let go of her mind: "You are always like this, you are bored in everything, thinking about this, thinking about that, but you refuse to say anything, just waiting for others to find out and enlighten you, you are like this How can I be willing to leave you alone?"

His face gradually paled, his breathing became weaker and weaker, he had never realized that the other party was so fragile that even an arrow could hurt her.

"You have to be careful..." After leaning into Yong Jue's ear and saying a few names, Hajilan felt relieved, and even smiled a little bit, "Also, yesterday you asked me why I was nice to you..."

Warm palms tremblingly raised, caressing the top of his head.

"Silly boy, I treat you well, because you are my little elder brother!"

Isn't it an elite sticky pole with excellent skills?

Isn't it the female man of the Qing Dynasty who dared to beat and scold even the emperor?

Doesn't it mean that even an old woman who turns into a nagging woman won't give up torturing me?

Bilu's Hajilan, this woman, has been with him since entering the palace at the age of 13, maids, sisters, mother-in-law, nuns, masters, subordinates, staff...

From the unknown elder brother in the cold palace to the Ninth Five-Year Supreme who sits in the world, what a long and arduous journey...

Hajilan, who has no marriage, no children, and has always been alone, has given him the limit that a woman can give. Let me ask, is there any other woman in this world who would do this for him?

Yong Jue gently closed her eyes with trembling hands, his throat rolled a few times, and his thousands of emotions turned into silence.

Bastard, everyone has to leave, are you forcing me to go down to accompany you?

Forget it, go to sleep, I promise, I will be a wise king.But, without you, what is the point of me being a Mingjun?

The black pieces on the chessboard were besieged by white dragons, and the pieces fell to pieces, completely defeated.

small theater:

Mian Xin: Ama, do you like Sister Bi?

Yongjue: Pfft... my dear, Ama likes you.

Mian Xin: It's not the liking of men for men, but the way men love women...

Yong Jue: == Is there a difference?

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, Ah Huan, take your daughter home [cover your face, I really wrote it smoothly]