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Chapter 474 Six, you don't want to die young, do you?
Time was tight and the task was urgent. After lunch, Jia Liu rushed to Beijing against the cold wind.

There was no delay for a moment, so for the country and the people, I am afraid that there has been no second person since the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

When I returned to the capital, it was already two or three o'clock at night.

Looking at the tall city walls of the capital, Jia Liu, who was standing in the cold wind, touched his armor and signaled Baozhu to shout to the top of the city.

"In the city, the President is back, open the door!"

"The President is back, the President is back!"

The officers and soldiers of the guards on the city cheered when they heard the movement. Many soldiers were lying on the crenels to see the majesty of Mr. Jia Jia. Some of the crenels even poked out several heads. This shows how Jia Liu got the new guards officers and soldiers support.

Jia Liu was also very pleased, and firmly believed in leading the officers and soldiers to make a fortune and become well-off.

Faced with the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers, Jia Liu couldn't be idle. He raised his right hand high and kept waving towards the city in response to the officers and soldiers' support for him.

"The humble Li Mi sees the President!"

The left-wing battalion chief of the Chongwenmen Guardian Army was Li Mi, the former lieutenant general of the infantry of the green battalion of the capital. As soon as the city gate opened, he led a group of subordinates to salute.

The standard flag ceremony was performed, because they were promoted from the green battalion to the guard army, which was equivalent to entering the Eight Banners organization, which is also known as raising the flag as the saying goes.

The title is also the official title of Jia Liu, the Minister of Defense of the President.

"Work hard, brothers."

Jia Liu got off his horse and helped his subordinates one by one. After asking a few words about the situation in Beijing, he sent someone to tell the cafeteria how many big pots of noodles to serve.

Even after driving for more than a dozen hours, I was hungry all the way up and down.

The canteen was also the big canteen of the Chongwenmen Tax Customs. The infantry commander’s yamen was temporarily set up before. The barracks and offices of the original city gate leader were merged, and two adjacent courtyards were rented for money.

Although the occupied area is much smaller than that of the former infantry commanding yamen, a ministerial yamen has a fairly complete hardware structure.

Xiaozhi means that although the sparrow is big, it has all the internal organs.

It's just that the canteen is bigger, and it can only accommodate at least a hundred people at a time, so the Chongwenmen guards either staggered their meals in those few days, or carried the prepared meals down to the city for the officers and soldiers to eat on the spot.

The officers and soldiers stationed in the other gates and some key points in the city also coordinate with each other to eat meals. The guards stationed in the palace directly cook in the palace. Ship from elsewhere.

Since it is where the temporary infantry commander's yamen is located, Zhu Xiang intends to do minor repairs in Chongwenmen and build a new admiral's mansion there. Instead, he plans to move my command organization to the city before the situation in central Beijing stabilizes.

In Lao Fu's view, controlling the capital is equivalent to controlling Xiaoqing, so no matter what, we can leave the capital again.

However, in the eyes of Hongjing, the capital is a big prison, and inside is the vast sky and nothing to do.

Of course, the most important thing is that Hongjing always feels that staying outside Beijing is dangerous, and he guards me against him every day. After a long time, it will change the small pattern of my heart in the sky into the big pattern of guarding an acre of land.

Before the cafeteria received the above task, the chef led a group of helpers to start the stove immediately.

Not long after, several kegs of cooked noodles were lifted down.

To Hongjing's dismay, the cafeteria also served a few pots of frozen lard for the villains to enjoy. Dig a spoonful of lard and mix it with noodles, and then serve it with a large plate of pickles. Yes change.

After eating the noodles, Hongjing went to visit Laofu at night after telling Li Mi and others a few words.

Lao Fu moved, to the Baylor Mansion of Zhu Xiang, the son of Gushan, who was closer to the imperial city.

Zhu Xiang's Ama is Yinzhi, the eighth son of the holy grandfather and Prince Shuocheng. Before Yongzheng came to the throne, he changed his name to Yunzhi. On the grounds that I have always been friendly with the deposed prince, Yinzhi was sent to Malanyu to guard the mausoleum of Kangxi.Later, he was imprisoned by Yongzheng in Jingshan Yong'an Pavilion, and finally died in Yong'an Pavilion.

On the night of the palace chaos, the city was full of auspicious incidents. Jia Liu's whole family died in the chaos, and there was one living person in the whole house. In addition, my house is big and there is only one road away from the imperial city, so the old rich The whole family moved out of Grandpa Baylor's house.

That was also Mr. Se's suggestion. After all, Lao Fu's original home was in the area of ​​Manchuria with red flags, and now the Seven Banners Manchuria is about to move. In order to prevent the changes of the prince's clan from harming Lao Fu, the foreman of the military aircraft, Mr. Se thinks that Lao Fu is in the whole body. A stable government can definitely live on top of a dangerous wall.

The old rich had a lot of advice and moved on the same day.

In order to ensure that the old man is satisfied, Mr. Se also specially dispatched [-] bodyguards and [-] military guards to be the full-time bodyguards of the old man.

That treatment is almost enough to drive down the county king.

As for that, the old rich thought it was safe, and was discussing with Yiltu, the brother-in-law in charge of the military department, to transfer one or two thousand of my confidant officers and soldiers in Qichuan to the capital to ensure that my position as a powerful minister was shaken.

Yile Tuji supported this idea, and believed that at most 8000 people should be transferred out of Beijing. That would only ensure personal danger, and ensure that they would be "oppressed" by Sehentu and Jia Jiashikai.

After all, who can guarantee that Jia Jia Shikai and Sehentu, who have no soldiers in their hands, will always hold Lao Fu as foreman?
At first, Lao Fu was interested, thinking that it would destroy the stable relationship of Bajiao, but he acquiesced to this matter because of Yiltu's persuasion.

When Hongjing arrived, Lao Fu was actually working and stayed up all night.

Sitting in the study, wearing a padded jacket, with a heater on his feet, the official documents behind his face are divided into two piles, one pile has been reviewed, and the other pile has been reviewed.

Looking at the official documents piled up in the mountains behind Lao Fu, and seeing Lao Fuao's eyelids drooping, Hong Jing was moved, and said sincerely: "Xiao Qing pointed at everyone from top to bottom. Little brother, little brother can make me tired, I should rest or rest, how can I work so hard."

After finishing speaking, I offer the pill left by the late emperor.

"what is that?"

Old Fu approached the oil lamp, sloppy looking at the Bai Shi pull something that the eight sons and sages gave me.

"Brother, that's a good thing. Even Zhang Tingyu was a treasure once!"

In order to lower the political value of the elixir, Hongjing exaggerates what Quinney said.

"Big brother got two in total, one for myself and one for my little brother"

As he was talking, he saw a strange smile on Old Fu's face, and then he heard a "beep", and the elixir was smashed under the table like a walnut by Old Fu.

Before puffing out his mouth and "hooing", the elixir worth [-] silver fell to the ground like dust.

Zhu Xiang was dumbfounded by that operation: "Brother, he is. That is,"

"You got it from the first emperor's coffin, right? There are eight in total, right?"

Old Fu looked like he thought you were an idiot.

Asking that question, let alone ghosts, even ghosts would be embarrassing.

Hongjing's face turned red, and he squeaked.

"My brother advises you to throw away these few seeds as soon as possible, and don't eat them. If so, it's right to use his words. There must be a memorial service,"

Old Fu smiled, "Bazi, he also hopes that Brother Wei will write his eulogy?"

(End of this chapter)