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Chapter 145 What a Forbidden City

When Qianlong fell from his horse, Jia Liu instinctively took out his gun and shot at the wolf.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he dared not shoot Qianlong's black gun.

The timing is immature.

As a result, he didn't take aim this time, and actually hit the wolf's right foreleg.

But Zhartu's arrow was the real cause of the death of the wolf.

However, the role of escort will not be inferior due to primary and secondary reasons.

What a stroke of luck.

There is no other way, the man next to me took the line, saying the same thing is meaningless, Jia Liu wondered if it is not said in the calendar that it is suitable for marriage today, then ask the old man for a woman.

Qianlong was taken aback for two breaths, and asked Heshen: "What does he want from me?"

He Shen suppressed a smile and said, "Your Majesty, Jia Shikai asked the Emperor to reward him with a fat maid."

In my heart, I admire Jia Dongge more and more. Zhaertu's answer is quite satisfactory, but it is completely different from Jia Dongge's answer.

Since the emperor came to the throne, he has been the most filial.

The so-called unfilial piety has three, the biggest is not having an offspring.

Even He Shen had to admit that Jia Dongge's request was so extreme that he couldn't think of it.

"this request"

Qianlong also laughed. After living for more than [-] years, this is the first time he heard such an interesting request, and his heart really fell in love with this dead and revived Jia Tulu.

No wonder Bo Qing'e, Fu Sheng'a, Li Shijie, and Bo Ling'a all praised him in the memorials, and even Lingfei's nephew Guilin also praised him in the secret letter. It's so simple and honest.

The queen mother who was carrying the sedan chair was also amused by Jia Liu's request, and couldn't help saying: "This child is really sincere. I will choose a wife for this child later."

Of course Qianlong would not object, he smiled and motioned Zhartu and Jia Liu, who were kneeling, to get up.

He Shen reminded Jia Liu, "I haven't thanked the Queen Mother yet."

When Jia Liu heard this, he quickly turned around and knelt under the old lady's sedan chair, knocking his head on the ground: "Thank you, Queen Mother, for your help!"

"help?"

The old lady was taken aback when she heard it, and then became more cheerful, "Look up and let me see."

"Hey!"

Jia Liu hurriedly looked up at the Queen Mother.

The face that hasn't been washed for a week, the sloppy beard, and the whole face with the word "honesty" made the old lady like it more and more.

"You child, can you tell me why you want a fat palace lady with the emperor?"

"Back to the Empress Dowager, I think fatter women are more fertile."

"Then how fat are you going to be?"

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Jia Liuxin thought I was just saying it casually, why are you so serious, old man, and you can't say that you like slim or fat people, so you can only pretend to be thinking, and finally said: "I don't know the specifics, the queen mother gave me the advice." It’s the decision. Anyway, if the queen mother is satisfied, the minister must be satisfied!”

The queen mother nodded: "Well, I will help you find a good wife after returning to the palace."

Jia Liu thanked him again, begging Bodhisattva and Jesus in his heart: Don't really give him a two hundred catties, slightly fat, big enough on the top and big enough on the bottom, and it will be done.

It's really fat and ruthless, I can't handle it.

Qianlong didn't have the mood to continue hunting anymore, so he asked the queen mother to go back first, and then summoned Jia Liu.

The question must be about Jinchuan.

Jia Liu played Qianlong one by one according to the lines he had prepared long ago. Bo Qing'e and President Li were of course very loyal and brave in their descriptions.

As for how Wen Zhongtang and Hai Dutong died, Jia Liu didn't dare to talk nonsense because he didn't know.

"In this way, it is true that Jiang Fannei should lead to the collapse of the camp."

Qianlong groaned and asked Jia Shikai to go back to Beijing. On the one hand, he really wanted to see what a bannerman boy who was as staunch as Mingrui looked like. On the other hand, he wanted to use this official position as a loyal and brave person from the Qianfeng School to understand what he didn't know. matter.

Neither Ji Yun nor He Shen dared to speak.

After a long time, Qianlong sighed softly, and looked at Jia Liu who bowed his head again: "It's quick to draw a knife, and it's worthy of the boy's head. You wrote it?"

"Uh?"

Jia Liu was stunned for a while, looking very ashamed, "It was written by the minister. At that time, the minister was under heavy siege and thought that he could no longer serve the Qing Dynasty, so he wrote these two sentences."

What Jia Liu said were two sentences, not poetry.

He felt that he still couldn't master the skill of writing poems, so he was afraid that Qianlong would ask him to learn how to write poems in seven steps like Cao Zhi.

That's trouble.

He can't really chant a poem in front of this poet who is not as good as Li Du: What a Forbidden City, it's so damn good.If the emperor can sleep well, so can I.

The problem is that Qianlong believed in ghosts.

In other words, these two sentences of Jia Liu are so fucking good, and even Shi Ba is tempted, thinking that there will be another Nalan Xingde among the Eight Banners.

"Bo Qing'er said that you are both civil and military. Before that, I didn't really believe it, but after seeing these two poems, I believed it."

Qianlong proposed to ask Jia Liu to compose a poem based on the scene in front of him.

He Shen smiled: Brother Dongge should seize the opportunity, if you can make the emperor appreciate you so much, are you afraid you won't be able to stand out?
Although Ji Yun didn't think that the children of Bannermen could be educated, those two deadly poems were really damn good, which made him very interested in this young Jia Tulu.

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Jia Liu felt that Qianlong was embarrassing, and it was not impossible for him to compose poems, but how could he write a propositional essay?

He immediately refused, and said modestly: "I can't make any poems, I just know a few big characters."

"But it doesn't matter, I like both good and bad."

Qianlong also refused.

"That minister."

There was no other way, Jia Liu had no choice but to fight hard, just as a gust of wind blew by, the sky was full of willow (yang) catkins.

Thinking up, I stretched out my hand to catch two pieces of willow (yang) catkins, and said: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces."

Ok?
Qianlong didn't understand, neither did He Shen, the cigarette pouch in the hands of Bachelor Ji shook.

"Nine pieces, ten pieces, countless pieces,"

Jia Liu was immersed in the poetry, thinking hard, and finally suddenly realized, "Your Majesty, the last sentence is flying into the bushes and disappearing."

Ok.

Qianlong understood, and nodded slightly. This poem is not bad, the standard is average, but it is hard for the loyal and brave man of the Han army flag.

He Shen, a bachelor of the same age, is also pondering this poem. The first three sentences are all nonsense, but the last sentence is a brilliant stroke, which should be considered a masterpiece.

"Your Majesty, I really don't have much literary talent,"

Jia Liu was a little unhappy that Qianlong didn't applaud, this poem was obviously written by your mother, how could you remain indifferent.

"troubled you."

Qianlong smiled and looked at Heshen: "The decree is to grant the first-class guard of Wuneng Yibatulu Jiadong Pavilion, to reward the double-eyed feathers, to give ten rooms, and 50 taels of silver."

Oh!

up!

Still promoted to six levels in a row, the third rank!

Jia Liu was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times: "I thank the emperor for his kindness, and I swear to serve the emperor for the rest of my life!"

Qianlong was satisfied: "Get up, I never treat meritorious people badly, as long as you live well and contribute to the country, I will not hesitate to reward you."

"Whoo!"

Jia Liu got up, and after Qianlong got on his horse and left, he threw the dirt on his head and forehead.

Whether it is body shape or temperament, they have greatly improved at this time.

Following behind a group of guards, walking is also obviously different.

One hand behind the back, one hand flat on the navel.

If there is a BGM at this time, it should be: Great rivers and great waters, the sky is high, the eyes should be lit up, it is too early to be proud of life, and the judgment of right and wrong is humane.
　The original author of several pieces of poems is Zheng Banqiao, not Qianlong, so please feel free in this book, don't take it seriously.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)