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Chapter 329 The Six Devils Are Really Six
Have you found evidence that Qianlong is not my Manchurian?

I said that the old guy must be Han Chinese!

Otherwise, I wouldn't have done so many shitty things that damaged the foundation of my Manchuria.

Jia Liu, who was dedicated to eradicating traitors for the country, grabbed Shuan Zhu's shoulder excitedly, and asked impatiently, "Tell me, Zhu Sang, what did you find!"

"Master, don't shake me."

After the young master let go, Yang Zhi got up and rubbed his knees, patted his buttocks, then pointed at the expressionless old man's mummy and said, "This is the evidence."

Ok?
Staring at the old man whose expression didn't change for a long time, Jia Liu didn't understand where the evidence Shuan Zhu said was.

"Master, read this book."

Yang Zhi went to the bedside and took out a book under the pillow and handed it to the young master.

Jia Liu took it, and it turned out to be "Winning Injustice Collection", which is still a must-read for government officials and the only judicially designated textbook for forensic identification.

Yang Zhi helped the young master to turn the book to a certain page, and said: "Master, this book says that if you want to determine whether a person is the child of his parents, as long as the parents' bones are present, let the person prick a little or two of blood on the bones. If it's your own, the blood will seep into the bone. If it's not your own, it won't enter."

The method of blood confession?
Jia Liu is quite familiar with this ancient paternity test, because it is often performed in TV dramas.

It is said that this method was created during the Three Kingdoms period, and it has always been regarded as the standard in the judicial circle, and no one doubts it at all.

Specifically divided into two types, one is the blood drop skeleton;
One is the blood circulation method.

The method of promoting blood circulation is that both parties are still alive, and the blood from the pricking of the two people is dripped in a vessel to see if they condense into one body. If they condense into one body, it means that there is a parent-child brother relationship.

Otherwise, it does not exist.

Jia Liu remembered that in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the mother of Xiao Zong, the son of Xiao Yan, Emperor Liang Wu of the Southern Dynasty, was originally the concubine of the Eastern Hunhou of the Qi Palace. Because of her beauty and talent, she was favored by Emperor Liang Wu. .

Therefore, everyone in the palace suspected that Xiao Zong was not the biological son of Emperor Wu.

When Xiao Zong grew up and heard such rumors, he robbed and dug Donghunhou's tomb, dug out the bones, and dripped his own blood on the bones. As a result, the blood really seeped into Donghunhou's bones.

Xiao Zong didn't dare to believe it, so he killed his own son for proof, and then experimented with his own blood on his son's bones, and the blood seeped into the bones.

So far, Xiao Zong was convinced, so he betrayed the country and defected to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Jia Liu doesn't know much about other judicial practice cases, but since the Three Kingdoms has been using this as a paternity test method, there must be some truth.

But what is the relationship between this method of blood test and our Jia family old man?
"Can you explain clearly, the young master has done too much physical work recently, and his head can't keep up for a while."

He casually put "Winning Injustice Collection" on the table, Jia Liu moved a chair and sat beside the old man and his wife.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or it's too humid recently, but I vaguely feel that the skin of the old man and his wife is moister than when they were just unearthed.

"Young master, do you think that if we can change the residence of the old man with Kangxi, can we also change grandpa with Yongzheng in the future? When it comes to such a day, what other way is more convincing than confessing relatives by dripping blood? The emperor is dreaming It would never have occurred to him that what he dripped was not his own father or grandfather at all, and the blood did not go into his bones, so he couldn't argue with it, and he must be a Han if he is not a Han."

Yang Zhi had a complacent face, very happy for his genius-like idea.

Jia Liu's mouth also went "o", Zhu Sang's brain is really big.

But it does seem to be possible.

People in this era firmly believe in the law of blood recognition. If Shunzhi, Kangxi, and Yongzheng were all replaced, even if Qianlong died, it would be impossible for him to prove that he was a descendant of Aixinjueluo.

After thinking about it, he let out a piss, and said angrily: "Your young master, I can open the old man's coffin and bleed to confess his relatives, which means that young master, I don't need to prove whether the old man is Han Chinese at all. Aren't you taking off your pants and farting, it's unnecessary. "

"So, young master, you have to spread rumors now. If everyone in the world believes that the emperor is Han, what will the Manchu and Mongolian princes and ministers think?"

Yang Zhi didn't want the good idea he thought of in the latrine yesterday to be discarded by the young master, so he tried his best to persuade the young master.

"Many Mongolian princes and ministers have believed this rumor. What can the emperor do in order to prove his innocence? It is useless to refuse to admit it. Maybe he will take the initiative to open the coffin and bleed to confess his relatives."

"With this drop, can the emperor still be the emperor?"

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Jia Liu pondered again.

Fighting against the country relies on two things, one is the barrel of a gun, and the other is the barrel of a pen.

What is a pen?
It is public opinion.

What is public opinion is the opinion of the government and the public.

The first step for the Qing Dynasty must be to eradicate the corrupt group headed by Qianlong and replace it with a gang headed by Jia Jia.

Then, Qianlong must be attacked fundamentally.

What could be more intense than denying the orthodox legitimacy of his throne.

"Shuan Zhu, do you know why the old man keeps running to the south of the Yangtze River?"

"What?"

"Because he is looking for his dear father."

"Master, how do you know? Hey! That's right!"

Yang Zhi slapped his forehead, and it must be his young master's wickedness. Before he even wrote off the horoscope, a convincing rumor was released.

"I leave this matter to you. Within a year, I want everyone in the north and south of the river, whether they are banner people or Han people, or even Westerners, Koreans, Japanese, Annan people, and Burmese people. In short, everyone should know about it. The emperor is not a Manchurian, but a Han Chinese!"

After handing over the task of spreading rumors and making up stories to Shuan Zhu, Jia Liu wanted to fold the old man and his wife back into the sack by himself. Just as he was about to fulfill his filial piety, a sudden thought flashed across his mind.

He also heard from experts in his previous life that it is unscientific to recognize relatives by dripping blood, but does it have to be investigated before he can speak about whether it is scientific or not?

So he told Yang Zhi: "Get a knife."

Yang Zhi was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"If you tell you to look for it, then go for it. Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Oh."

Soon, Yang Zhi asked Sauron's soldiers for a dagger.

Looking at the sharp dagger, Jia Liu hesitated again and again, but in the end he couldn't match his curiosity. He cut his thumb cruelly, and then gritted his teeth and stabbed the old man's leg twice, exposing the dry bones inside.

Three drops of blood dripped on it.

Yang Zhi, who knew what the young master was going to do, was also full of energy, squatting there with the young master to see the result.

On weekdays, the young master always told him that everything should be scientific. Isn't this a good opportunity to study science.

After a while, the master and servant both looked puzzled.

Yang Zhi scratched his head: "How could it be? Isn't the young master the master's own?"

"Hugh's talking nonsense, I just said that this kind of thing is unreliable."

Jia Liu didn't take it seriously, and asked Shuan Zhu to take the old man back to the sack, and take it out to dry in the sun after two days.

"Well, I'll try to be scientific or not."

Yang Zhi agreed casually, but he was too bored, and because of his curiosity, he cut his thumb with a dagger and dripped two drops of blood on the old man's dry bones.

Then, Jia Liu's cheeks twitched involuntarily.

Shuan Zhu's blood actually seeped into the old man's bones!
After a long time, Shuan Zhu swallowed his throat and looked at the young master beside him: "Sixth son, do you have to call me brother?"

(End of this chapter)