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Chapter 113

"I cut my braids, why are you cutting your braids too!"

Jia Liu was very angry, because the one-man show of loyalty and loyalty that he had carefully conceived was turned into a two-hero meeting by Zu Yingyuan.

"You think I don't know your ghost thoughts, don't you just want the emperor to know you! Huh, why do you go alone if it is beneficial, and we have to watch from the sidelines? Don't forget that you have today, It's all thanks to the brothers!"

Zu Yingyuan mercilessly exposed Jia Liu's intentions and didn't save him any face.

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Jia Liu felt that something was wrong, why people who had been with him for a long time became very understanding of him.

"But your method is not bad. Really, Duke Guolie also cut off his braids and asked someone to bring them back to Beijing before his death. As a result, the emperor was moved to tears."

Zu Dashou's great-grandson did not speak against his will, because he never thought of this wonderful method that could directly reach the heavens, be simple in the emperor's heart, and make the emperor remember a person deeply.

"what?"

Jia Liu was stunned: Which Duke Guolie?

He is the exclusive starter, not copied!
"You do not know?"

Zu Yingyuan was stunned, and after confirming that Jia Liuzhen didn't know Duke Guolie, Fang told him the heroic deeds of this senior.

Duke Guolie's name is Fucha Mingrui, the commander of the Han army in Zhengbai Banner, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, and the Minister of the Ministry of War.

"15 years ago, Guo Ruigong was heavily surrounded by [-] Burmese troops. His food, grass and ammunition were all exhausted. Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, Guo Ruigong cut off his braid and handed it over to Yunnan Admiral Ben Jinzhong to lead him out of the encirclement. Seriously injured in the bloody battle between the Duke and the Burmese army, he hanged himself to death”

Zu Yingyuan said that after Ben Jinzhong protruded, he sent Mingrui's braids to the capital for [-] miles. As a result, the emperor was shocked when he heard about the braids. He built an ancestral hall and visited his mansion to drink wine in person. His posthumous posthumous title was Guolie.

After hearing the story of Duke Mingrui, Jia Liudun felt unlucky for picking up a dead man's teeth.

Zu Yingyuan reminded Jia Liu: "You must remember that when the emperor summons us in the future, you will say that you have followed Guolie Gong as an example since you were a child, and you know the story of Guolie Gong cutting your braids to serve the country. Don't say you don't know. , then the emperor will suspect that you have bad intentions, and if you want to be self-defeating, it is possible to cut off your dog's head."

"understood."

Reminded by Zu Yingyuan, Jia Liu felt that the plan he had conceived was reasonable and perfect. If he wanted to safely nest in Jinchuan to mine and accumulate military achievements to build a foundation and become an immortal, he would definitely need a big golden signboard.

So, what is more valuable than the signboard of the world's number one loyal and brave pioneer school?

With Qianlong's approval, Jia Liu was afraid that he would not be able to be promoted or become a high official!
Then I thought about it: "Why do you think that the emperor will definitely summon us?"

"Because,"

Zu Yingyuan gave Jia Liu a look that was obviously meaningful, but always felt ambiguous, "I believe in you."

Jia Liu shivered.

"Anyway, no matter what you do in the future, I will learn from you, don't even think about eating alone!"

Zu Yingyuan let out a hey hey and went to the back of the line.

Jia Liu was so annoyed that he was speechless, if he took care of everything with this kid, would there be peace in the sky?
"My lord, when are we leaving, it's not safe here!"

Bao Guozhong came over and asked why he didn't leave.

"Why are you leaving? The thief is going to kill Qinggou, and I don't have braids."

Angrily, Jia Liu pulled Eryang up the mountain, "I'll make it easier for you, you stay where you are and rest."

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Bao Guozhong stroked his braid, and then looked at Master Jia who was walking into the forest, he was also speechless for a while.

Jia Liu really wanted to make it easier. Last night because he was too nervous, he didn't care about detoxification and beauty. His nerves suddenly relaxed, and his body reacted naturally. He couldn't control it if he wanted to.

Finding a place with good geomantic omens, he took off his pants, hugged a big tree for a while, and called Yang Zhi not far away to bring the toilet paper.

Yang Zhi said "ah": "Master, I left in a hurry, I didn't bring toilet paper."

"Where's your half-old almanac?"

"I used it."

"Xiao Chunzi, do you have one?"

"Yes, I didn't bring it."

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Er Yang knew something bad was going to happen, and sure enough, after the grass kept shaking over there, Mrs. Jia popped out from behind the tree.

They subconsciously looked at the adults' hands.

"What are you looking at! Do you know that I just ate the most expensive piece of shit in the world! 800 taels, 800 taels, bastard!"

Jia Liurou was in so much pain, he wiped his ass out of a courtyard house in Beijing, what a fucking prodigal.

Knowing that your lord has lost too much, Er Yang didn't dare to get too close to Jia Liu on the way back.

"gone!"

Jia Liu jumped downhill and waved his hand to signal the team to start.

When Fu Sheng'a was asked to leave first with his ancestor Yingyuan's braid, Jia Liu asked the three hundred civilian husbands to leave first in order to save trouble.

As a result, none of these civilian husbands would leave, and they all "relied" on Mr. Jia, as if it was safest to follow Mr. Jia.

Helpless, Jia Liu could only continue to take the peasants away. After all, he brought these people out, and theoretically he should bring them back.

It is impossible to be behind.

Without bandits chasing soldiers, how do you stay behind, how do you work hard, how do you live and die with Jinchuan?

Moreover, Jia Liu felt that he didn't need to run for his life in a hurry.

Others ran desperately because the bandits wanted to kill them, Jia Liu didn't have to worry about that.

Therefore, Jia Liu wondered if he should be a containment team and bring more people back.

In this way, it can also increase the gold content of his narrow escape.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was another commotion behind him.

It wasn't that the bandits were chasing soldiers, but another group of people escaped.

"Wen Zhongtang, it's Wen Zhongtang!"

"Wen Zhongtang is still alive, still alive!"

The two full Eight Banners soldiers in the team saw Wen Zhongtang who was being supported and running towards him at a glance, and immediately shouted excitedly.

"It's Wen Zhongtang, that's right!"

More and more people saw Wen Zhongtang, many of them cheered happily.

Yes, can you not be excited?

Before that, everyone thought that Wen Zhongtang would surely die, but who would have thought that Master Zhongtang could still stand out.

This is simply a blessing in misfortune.

Miracle!
Except for Jia Liu's direct descendants, all the Qing troops happily waved at Wen Zhongtang and his party who were fleeing towards them, and a few impatient ones went straight to meet them.

"Hey, the president is not dead!"

Wang Fu was surprised to find that the honorary chairman Li Shijie was also among the fleeing crowd. Although he was old, he ran as fast as the others.

I'm afraid it's because of frequent sword practice.

"A lot of adults!"

Yang Zhi was taken aback, most of the people in that group were generals of the Eight Banners.

Jia Liu also saw it. There must be several of the Dutong, the Deputy Dutong, and the first and second class guards.

This is probably the highest command team of Muguomu Camp.

Damn, the headquarters can't handle what the bandits do!
Jia Liu secretly scolded the bandits for their incompetence. Wasn't this intentional to embarrass Mr. Jia?

Zu Yingyuan hesitated, and asked Jia Liu, "What should I do?"

Just as Jia Liu was thinking about how to deal with it, Wang Fu next to him gave him a tug: "Why don't you get rid of the president as well?"

　Thanks to book friends such as "My name is Xiaohuahua, Unknowingly Loneliness, Maidong of Hanzu, Shanhai Balong, Paper's Servant, False Name, You! Me! All Mortals, Gan Anling" and other book friends for their support!
　　
　
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