Sir, you have to pay more

Chapter 472

"Uh"

Queenie was embarrassed, he was just talking, and there was no one hundred thousand taels.

Moreover, there are six Jiji pills in the box, according to the rules of Taoism, even if Mrs. Jia Jia does not agree with him, at least give him one.

Didn't the 500 yuan gold bricks be divided into five pieces for him just now?

Besides, besides him, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, among the people present, who is qualified to participate in sharing the pill left by the late emperor?

It seems vulgar to buy it with silver.

"Don't say one hundred thousand taels, even a million taels, it's not as good as the servant and me."

Jia Liu laughed, how could he really want Queenie's money, he was a money-scattering boy who was born only once in a hundred years in the Qing Dynasty, and he was known far and wide, and he was innocent.

"It hurts my feelings to talk about money with the servant. This elixir, Shikai, will be the master of the late emperor. The servant can take it back and enjoy it."

While speaking, he held Queenie's hand and made his five fingers close together, holding the Jiji elixir tightly in his hand.

"Forehead son-in-law,"

Queenie was so moved that she wanted to kneel down and kowtow to her forehead.

Jia Liu waved his hands and shook his head, indicating that it is enough if he is willing, and really wants to kowtow a few more on the day he ascends the throne.

Cover the box, and the remaining five elixirs are going to be given to Lao Fu, Lao Se, and Lao Si Devil each, and the remaining two will be given to whoever doesn't like it.

Just a joke, what kind of elixir is this? It's clearly a poison that kills people.

Although there is no instrument to detect it, Jia Liu is sure that this thing has at least half of the elements of the periodic table. If it is not done well, there may be smoke cream in it, otherwise it will not produce a pleasant spiritual effect.

It can basically be concluded that the reason why the silver needle in Shuan Zhu's hand turned white was because Yongzheng was poisoned by others, and it was because I had been consuming fast-acting poisons like Jiji Dan for a long time, which led to the long-term accumulation of toxins in my body.

To put it bluntly, Yongzheng, like Jiajing, was also good at alchemy, and eventually died of erysipelas. There is no way to explain that he went to work two days later, without any signs of illness, and suddenly gasped on the eighth day.

But that conclusion is easy to explain to everyone, because it will make the petty favor Jia Ba gave to Queenie worthless.

"Put away the things, don't let your father know, lest I steal them."

When casually handing the box to Shuan Zhu, Jia Ba made a point of exhorting, that is true filial piety, for fear that Xiao Quan would swallow up the remaining seven poison pills like a monkey grandson, and fly up on the spot to seize the place in Xiaoqing's imperial mausoleum.

In fact, I was afraid that the imperial mausoleum was enough, mainly because I was afraid that Xiaoquan's death would delay my retreat.

"Yup."

Shuan Zhu agreed with his mouth, but outside his heart he had the timid idea of ​​guarding against himself, because it was the elixir that the late emperor kept close to him, even if he could ascend in situ, at least it would prolong his life and make him live a better life.

If you secretly eat one, even if Master Duo finds out, he will do something to me.

As soon as this thought comes out, it's like a fire is burning outside my heart, and it will be very prosperous.

There are no souls at the bottom who are guarding the house.

"Ding Qing,"

Jia Ba gave Ding Qing a look, and the former hurriedly moved the small bucket back to the side of the late emperor's coffin, and together with two soldiers, he hurriedly lifted the late emperor out of the coffin, which had been sleeping for seventy years, and then Carefully back into the bucket.

Then I took off the dragon robe under the late emperor, laid my body flat in the bucket, and put the jars of vinegar back into the bucket.

Accompanied by the sound of pouring vinegar, the late emperor's body was soaked in vinegar a little bit, and the air in the bedroom was instantly filled with a sour smell.

The color of the first emperor's body is also gradually turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is estimated that it will be the same skin color as the old man Jia Ba in a short time.

White and white.

Jia Ba suddenly glanced at Queenie, who was holding the elixir in his hand and was staring blankly at the jealous one, and said indifferently: "That matter has nothing to do with it, servant."

After Jia Ba had finished speaking, Queenie's expression became more solemn and solemn: "My brother-in-law, the Shangguan is rotten in his stomach, and he is killing him!"

"Um,"

Jia Ba nodded. My Ruquini knew the seriousness of that matter, but I still want to emphasize a few words.

"We are ministers who will help the emperor to solve problems, but if we have to deal with things, we must be strict with our mouths, so disasters will come out of our mouths. Remember, let alone your own mother who can tell you about that matter, even you I can speak for myself!"

"understand."

Queenie nodded repeatedly, her forehead was reliable, and the metaphor was in place.

It was the father-in-law who didn't talk much, and his eyes fell on the face of Mr. Lei who was dazed beside him: "If the news of this matter gets out, I will make the boss of his family into a brick and bury it on the Shinto!"

"Shangguan is daring, he is daring"

Master Lei's voice stuttered.

What happened today, I really dare to imagine it in my dreams.

Because the smell of vinegar in the bedroom was too small, Jia Badi asked Queenie and Mr. Lei to wait in the living room, leaving only Shuanzhu and Baozhu, as well as Zamur and Ding Qing.

Before Queenie and Chief Lei passed by, Shuan Zhu hurriedly brought over the two sacks that were placed in the corner. He ordered the old man to put on the dragon robe that the late emperor had taken off for the old man very acquaintedly.

The precious jade that was used under the late emperor before was stuffed for the old man.

Not to mention, once wearing the dragon robe, the old man really doesn't look like the late emperor.

Jia Ba gave another look, and Baozhu took out the completely soaked corpse of Yongzheng from the barrel, then stepped on it in half and put it back into the sack and tied it with a rope.

"kneel!"

Before leading the crowd to perform a small ceremony, Jia Ba personally picked up the yellow-robed old man and walked to the dragon bed where Yongzheng had slept after he was born. Cover the Dharani Sutra quilt.

The torch was shining on, and the old man's face looked a little satisfied.

As far as political treatment is concerned, at least a low emperor Han Fu.

Jia Ba's filial piety was also greatly satisfied.

In the same way, according to the gourd, Wula Nala, the former empress filial piety next to him, was also taken out of the coffin and put back in the sack.

The old lady of the Jia family transformed herself into the mother of Xiaoqing, and she was put into the coffin peacefully.

Zamur asked: "Little man, what if the coffin of Concubine Nian is to be opened?"

Jia Ba thought for a while, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, Concubine Nian will keep it for your old lady."

Zamur praised: "The villain is really the most filial person in the world!"

"Is it?"

Jia Ba's heart told Zamur that what he said seemed to be combed with a comb, and he said, "It's cheap old man, damn it, you have been so filial to your own father."

That's nonsense, I tried my best to prevent Xiaoquan from marrying Aunt Zhao and leaving the family, but now I match the old man with a royal concubine, that's just one word of filial piety—below!
Everyone cleaned up the wooden barrels and poured the vinegar back into the jar. They dared to just dump it in the underground palace, but the smell evaporated in a few days.

Zha Jiangjin and Ding Qing each carried a sack and left quietly.

Jia Ba will come out later, because I want to have a few whispers with the old man and his wife.

When he came out, he saw that Demu was leading people to move books, calligraphy and paintings from the shelf to the ground, he was startled: "What are they doing?"

Demu hurriedly said: "Little man, according to your instructions, move all those things to your house."

"You tell them to do it later. You understand what it means to look back! You guys are moving things away now. After a few days, people will come over and have a look. The well-decorated house has become a Syrian style. How do they let you talk to the court?" Explain, how do you explain to His Majesty?"

Jia Ba can laugh and cry, Demu and we have no professionalism at all.

Let Demu and us rearrange the things, while we leave the underground palace slowly, because we have to perform the first procedure of housewarming, which is to set off firecrackers.

After the release, find a restaurant to have a meal, and the matter of the old man will be a perfect ending.

(End of this chapter)