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

The political affairs of the previous dynasty can be handled temporarily by his son and courtiers, but Yong Jue has to make his own decisions in the harem. It is a matter of rebellion, and even the queen dare not make his own decisions.

Yongjue thought for a while, and made a decree: Shun concubine Guerjia's title was removed, and she was sent to the cold palace. The fourth daughter under her name, Ni Chuhe, was recorded under Chun's concubine Guerjia's name, and her fourth son, Mianti, was recorded under Yipin Han's name. Under the name of the surname, in early July, she gave birth to the ninth son of the emperor, Mianyi, and the tenth son of the emperor, Mianyun. The Duan noble concubine Hesheli, Jinduan, moved to the Xiu Palace, and gave birth to the eighth son of the emperor, Mianyi, the nobleman Ulanara Jin Min.

Then I counted with my fingers, only three concubines were really pitiful, so I had to ask the Bai family and Ning family who gave birth to the prince to be treated as nobles, and the ones who accompanied me the longest often were promoted to nobles by the Chen family, Ma family, and Jia family. That's it.

Of course, the sudden promotion of Jia Yuanchun, who has no pregnancy and no favor, made Jia's mansion very happy. Regardless of the panic of the imperial guards arresting people everywhere in the capital, they set up a banquet for three consecutive days, as if their own daughter was dominating the harem. of.

That kind of arrogance provoked many families of concubines, and secretly made a note of it, which also planted the root of disaster for Jia's house to be ransacked in the future.

On the morning of Yongxing's beheading, Yongjue issued an imperial edict, in which he explained the reason why he violated the rules of his ancestors and bestowed the death of the late emperor's son, and explained clearly the fact that Yongxing had colluded with foreign countries to force the palace to rebel, and went to the imperial palace in person Please forgive me first.

Twist a stick of incense, light it, and insert it.After entering the censer, he lifted his robe and knelt down. Yong Jue glanced at the many tablets and said in a low voice: "The unfilial son Yong Jue is here to plead guilty to the ancestors."

One of the crimes, treason

The second charge, patricide

The third crime, killing relatives

"However, Yongjue has no regrets. Whether it is for himself or for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, Yongjue cannot give up the country! If the crimes committed by Yongjue are against God's will, please punish me alone. If the ancestors are dissatisfied, Yong Jue is willing to be punished, nothing else."

After all, the young emperor stood up and left. His straight back, pursed lips, and steady steps all spoke of his firmness.

Back at Qianqing Palace, Yong Jue turned his face sideways and asked Lin Ruiyang next to him: "These two days. How is the court?"

"I heard that His Majesty fell ill, and some people were panicked, but the elder brother is very calm, and his methods are not bad. At the moment, all the ministers are busy with errands, so there is no time to be frightened." Lin Ruiyang replied.

"Really?" Yong Jue stroked his chin and grinned proudly, "As expected of me, like me!"

certainly not!Lin Ruiyang retorted quietly in his heart, but the appearance is similar, there will never be another Majesty in this world!

Glancing at the silent beauty, Yong Jue suddenly remembered what he had overlooked, and asked him a little teasingly: "Wen Qing was successful in saving you that night, tell me, how can I reward you?"

That earth-shattering slap jumped into his mind, and Lin Ruiyang shook his head like a rattle, "It's fine if your majesty doesn't blame me for committing crimes, and I don't want to reward you."

"Don't worry, I have always been very clear about rewards and punishments." Yong Jue raised his eyebrows, pondered for a while, and said, "You will be promoted to Zhan Shi of the third-rank Zhan Shifu, and you will be given a military plane to walk."

Generally, those who are given the military aircraft department to walk will be the sure minister of military aircraft in the future.

Lin Ruiyang raised his head abruptly. What he wanted most was to be a worthy monarch and virtuous minister with His Majesty, but...

"Thank you Your Majesty for your kindness, but I am still young and cannot afford to be so popular."

He hesitated to resign. His overly glamorous appearance and His Majesty's favor caused all officials to criticize him. Now he is only 22 years old and has become a third-rank Beijing official. Isn't this going to put him on the fire?

"What does it matter? Back then, Fu Heng was not enough to stand in the military plane." Lin Ruiyang waved his hand nonchalantly, comforting him, "I believe you are better than him."

Suppressing his out-of-control heartbeat, Lin Ruiyang knelt down forcefully, and made a solemn promise: "Your Majesty relies so much on him, and this humble minister has no way to repay him. He will surely be smashed to pieces, and he will never say anything."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

Before leaving, Lin Ruiyang turned his head inadvertently, but saw that under the bright sunlight, the temples of the man in the dragon robe shone slightly. It was...

He lowered his head in embarrassment, and hurriedly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, but more and more, until it finally turned into two lines, which flowed down unsatisfactorily. Lin Ruiyang squatted in the corner, weeping silently.

Your Majesty, his wise and strong Majesty, who is only 27 years old, has gray hair?

After approving the paperwork that the military aircraft department couldn't get attention to, it was already the beginning of the night, and the feeling of being empty in the stomach was really not good, Yong Jue couldn't help coughing twice: "Let's serve the meal."

Without Hajilan rambling on about this, don’t be picky eaters and eat too much, Yong Jue couldn’t even get excited about eating, he moved his chopsticks here and there, but he didn’t send them to his mouth, Dai Quan frowned frequently when he looked listless, I didn't know how to dissuade him, so I had to stand in a hurry.

Not long after, a young eunuch sneaked in and whispered something in Dai Quan's ear.

The head manager was so happy that he went out to meet people.

Someone who had no appetite put down the bowl and was about to read the book again when he suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

Yong Jue turned around abruptly and walked out quickly, crashing into a thick chest within two steps.

"Your Majesty, the servant is back!" Someone hugged him tightly and repeated joyfully, "The servant is back! Don't worry, the servant is by your side, and you won't go anywhere until you recover."

Suddenly his nose became sore, Yong Jue couldn't believe his eyes, and touched the other person's face, "Hai Lancha? You are not..."

Hai Lancha nodded vigorously, and hugged him even tighter: "Feng Sheng wrote to me, saying that something happened in the capital, and asked me to come back as soon as possible."

"You bastard! Who allowed you to sneak back?" After being moved, Yong Jue grabbed the other party's collar and gritted his teeth, "I told you to destroy Tsarist Russia and return in triumph, but you actually left the battlefield without permission? Hailan checks your guts Getting fatter and fatter!"

Touching his head and smiling honestly, Hai Lancha explained: "General Shu Hede has led the army for many years and has rich experience. Tsarist Russia has been retreating steadily, and it is no longer possible to make a climate. The slave just came back."

"Really?" His Majesty squinted at him.

Someone cleverly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, can you give me a meal? The servant has been traveling day and night, and now he is very hungry..."

Without further ado, Yong Jue dragged him towards the table, and scolded him bitterly: "You're already in trouble, do you think you're hardcore? Don't you eat all the way? Damn Hai Lancha really has your!"

Tightly holding each other's hand, Hailancha smiled and said nothing.

Accompanied by Hai Lancha, Yong Jue was in a good mood, and he ate quite a lot for this dinner.

After dinner, His Majesty the Emperor, who wanted to work hard for a while, was directly carried to the inner hall by his general, and thrown on the dragon bed, quickly stripped off his clothes, stuffed them into the quilt and wrapped them up.

"Hey! (#`O') I'm already healed, don't tell me about it." Yong Jue glared at him.

Handing over a bowl of soup with no expression on his face, Hai Lancha looked at him intently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Your Majesty, I see that the pot of asparagus grows very well, it must be the result of your careful cultivation?"

"Don't think that if you flatter me, I won't mind if you take off my clothes!" Someone who was still angry didn't understand the deep meaning.

There was a hint of smile in Hailancha's plain tone: "The emperor misunderstood, what this servant means is that the asparagus grows so well, I wonder if you would like to tell this servant what is the matter with the brown medicinal residue under the root of the beard?"

Someone who secretly poured out the medicine: "..."

The general, who didn't think it was a crime to threaten the emperor at all, sat by the bed, approaching the mournful Yong Jue: "The medicine should be taken while it's hot, what does the emperor think?"

"Zhen-drink!" Squeezed out two words from between his teeth, and mourned for his lost majesty for three seconds, Yong Jue pinched his nose and poured down a few handfuls of Coptis chinensis juice. To rebel.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was knocked down by a bowl of Chinese medicine, came back half an hour later, and said weakly: "This time, my general has done a great job in conquering Tsarist Russia. What reward do you want?"

"Anything is okay?" Hai Lancha asked.

"You have no jokes."

Hai Lancha warmed Yong Jue's chilly hands, and said, "I do want something, but it belongs to His Majesty now, so I am bold enough to ask the emperor to agree."

"You also want my things?" Yong Jue was a little surprised, Hai Lancha was not so bold before, right?

"Yes," Hai Lancha hesitated with a hint of embarrassment on his face full of man's wild charm, "Slave, servant wants a strand of black hair from His Majesty."

The situation took such a turn for the worse, as calm as Yong Jue, he couldn't help but let out a cry: "Huh?"

Hai Lancha coughed in embarrassment, and explained: "It's a fluke that this slave was able to return to Beijing alive. I don't know if there will be such good luck in the future. I am not afraid of the emperor's jokes. I hope that even in the future, I can die with a smile even if I am shrouded in horse leather."

"No!" Yong Jue interrupted him, "You are my great general, without my order, even if the King of Hades comes to arrest him himself, you are not allowed to go with him!"

Hearing this was almost equivalent to expressing his intentions, Hai Lancha smiled: "Actually, there are other meanings..."

"Say~"

Staring at Yong Jue with affectionate eyes, he caressed his well-maintained black hair with rough hands, Tie Han showed his rare tender side, and whispered: "I want your hair because..."

He swallowed, and summoned up his courage: "Tie hair as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection."

After thinking for a while, His Majesty stretched out a finger and said very seriously, "Is it husband and wife?"

Hai Lancha, who was working hard to create an atmosphere: "..."

The author has something to say:

Fuck, for such a loyal little shou, your Majesty, you will not lose money no matter if you come to fight or shoot!

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