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The Han people are not, but the Manchurians are.

When Queenie woke up the dreamer, Jia Liu's brain suddenly became enlightened, didn't he, the fourth devil upgraded his ID card to an authentic old man, so his surname is Jia Jia, not Jia.

In this way, the curse that the Han people will not end well when they become kings is none of my business, Jia Jia?

Seal the king!

This is the limit ceiling of the loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty. Not to mention Jia Liu's temptation, even Hua Gouxiong would probably yell a few words here.

The fiery Jia Liu, disregarding Cai Shangshu who was about to pinch his own people with his hands, leaned his head in front of the three ministers: "If it is possible to become a king, is it feasible?"

The initiator, Lao Yang, nodded heavily and didn't say anything, but his eyes clearly told the forehead that as long as you are shameless, you can definitely do it.

For no other reason, the area of ​​the capital is now the strongest and the most powerful.

Jia Liu was still cautious, always felt that Lao Yang was a bit like Yuan Keding who used fake newspapers to trick Lao Tzu into emperor.

Old Yuan made a wrong move and became the world's public enemy, and he, Xiao Jia, could not follow in his footsteps.

Moreover, the morality of the three of Lao Yang is obviously getting worse and worse.

If it is said that when Qianlong was in power, these three people still had a moral bottom line, but now the three people hardly know what virtue is.

It's just that Jia Liu is quite useful if the three of them lick each other in turn.

So, the question is whether this is Qianlong's sorrow, or his Jia Liu's sorrow?

"In terms of contributions to the Qing Dynasty, I claim to be the number one in Ziguang Pavilion,"

Jia Liu first gave himself an objective and fair evaluation. Fu Heng, who is now the number one hero in the Ziguang Pavilion, and Zhao Hui, who is the second, are definitely not as good as him, because these two did not have the credit for rebuilding the Qing Dynasty.

"What the forehead said is true!"

The three ministers nodded naturally, with deep approval on their faces.

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Cai Shangshu, whose hands were tied next to him, was like a wooden man. He didn't know whether he was hit too hard, or he was so stimulated by the shameless four people in front of him that he didn't react at all.

"Although I am a Manchurian, I have made great contributions to the country, but what I mean is that no matter how the emperor rewards me, I can't let people talk about it behind my back. After all, I am still young and my qualifications are shallow. It is inevitable that some people will be jealous. To be in line with the rules, do you understand what I mean?"

Jia Liu hoped that the three important ministers of the Qing Dynasty could solve the obstacle for him to be crowned king institutionally, not asking for more face, at least conforming to the rules, and not falling into the shoes of others.

"This"

Lao Ah understands it, but he really hesitates because there is no good solution for the time being.

After all, there is a precedent for Fukang'an's son Fukang'an to ask for the title of Baylor, but directly asking for the title of king for the forehead is really impossible in terms of etiquette and procedure.

Queenie thought for a while, and said: "There is no way, but I may have to wrong my brother-in-law one or two times."

Jia Liu waved his hands immediately, and said indifferently, "As long as it's for the sake of Qing Dynasty, my personal fame and fortune are nothing. How can I be wronged?"

Queenie hurriedly said: "The solution is very simple, just ask the forehead to recognize a father."

"Ok?"

Lao Yang and Lao A gasped when they heard the idea of ​​calling Queenie, and at the same time they both realized what kind of idea Queenie was going to say.

Sure enough, it was what they thought.

Recognize the father of a Mongolian prince. In this way, you can bypass the obstacle that Manchuria's Fei Aixinjueluo cannot be crowned king, and you can be crowned prince according to Mongolian rules.

Taizu Taizong would be called Taiji.

Prince Heshuo on the grassland is not young or old.

Although the Mongolian vassal king is worthless, cheap, and rotten street, but he can't stand the title of the prince of the county.

There is no problem at all in terms of the system, it can be regarded as the king of the curve.

It depends on whether the forehead is willing or not.

The third minister looked at the forehead, and found that the forehead was resting on his chin with a face of contemplation.

When Queenie saw this, she probably couldn't bear the face of the forehead, and felt embarrassed to recognize a Mongolian father for herself, after all, the forehead's father, Jia Daquan, was still alive and kicking.

So I made another suggestion, suggesting that my son-in-law can move his family to Horqin to live for a while, so that it is convenient to get the status of a Mongolian foreign vassal.

The best is the sixth son of Borzigit*Shikai*Jiajia*.

The Manchurian, Mongolian, and Han armies all survived.

Jia Liu's understanding of this curve method is equivalent to giving up his nationality to become a foreign citizen before graduating from junior high school, and then returning to China to study in university.

There is still an exam, which is Chinese, unlike other students who also have to take English.

The means and process are not important, what matters is the result.

It is impossible for Jia Liu not to be tempted by this method that can perfectly realize his own role as a prince. When he was thinking about whether to do this, Cai Shangshu, who was next to him, spoke.

"Are the four of you going to laugh this old man to death?"

Cai Shangshu really had a smile on his face, but he didn't know if it was real or a sneer.

"The Jia family of the Han people became the Jia family of the Han army, and the Jia family of the Han army became Jia Jia of Manchuria, and then became the Jiaerzijit family of Mongolia. This is a living slave with three surnames."

The old Shangshu said "Oh": "It can't be done, my lord, hurry up and get it, the old man will point to your joke for the rest of his life and live."

"You laugh at you, it's okay."

Jia Liu waved his hand, and Cai Shangshu, who was in tears, was dragged away.

He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the snot dripping out because of the freezing weather, and said to Lao Ah and the others: "My credit is obvious, how the emperor rewards me is not what I should think about as a courtier, how about it, you guys Research and study for me, and mention it to Fu Zhongtang again, I will not go to Mongolia, we will do it if it can be done, and it doesn’t matter if it can’t be done.”

After finishing speaking, he did not continue this topic, and signaled the three of them to follow him to the imperial tent.

Halfway, I met Ying Lian who was escorted over.

"The one who can save the Holy Lord today is only under one foot, but the one under his feet has betrayed the Holy Lord for wealth and honor. I don't know if I feel ashamed in my heart?"

Ying Lian looked disappointedly at the current loyal minister whom his son-in-law often praised in front of him.

Facing this old man, Jia Liu was somewhat ashamed and bowed his head in silence.

No, when Ying Lian passed by him, he suddenly spat at him.

Jia Liu was so angry that he raised his hand to give Yinglian a slap, but his heart softened, he silently wiped the spittle off his face with his sleeve, and then went to the fourth devil without saying a word.

Lao Kui and the other three saw it, and each had their own ideas.

What Lao Kui thought was that Mr. Foreboss is really a prime minister who can pull a boat in his stomach.

What Lao Yang thought was that his son-in-law was indeed a nostalgic person, and he firmly followed his footsteps.

What Lao Ah thinks is that the forehead is really a dragon, able to tolerate what others can't tolerate, and tolerate what others can't bear.

Jia Liu didn't really think much about it, he just couldn't bear to argue with the elderly in their sixties, what kind of a hero is a young man who bullies an old man?
When I arrived at the imperial tent, I saw Lao Fu, Santai, Xigui, Sai Chong'a and others grouped outside the imperial tent.

Seeing the arrival of the six sons and virtuous brothers, Lao Fu's face suddenly showed a smile like a spring breeze.

It is the laughter of victory and the laughter of pride.

Jia Liuchao glanced inside the tent: "Is the emperor in there?"

Old Fu nodded.

"I'll go in first,"

As Jia Liu spoke, he stepped into the big tent, and Qianlong who was sitting there waiting for a long time but had no news came into view.

"Shikai, is that you!"

The sudden appearance of a familiar figure made the fidgety Qianlong stand up excitedly, his heart instantly became ecstatic, and he stepped forward and was about to speak when a fist slammed into his old face.

"I can't beat Yinglian and I can't beat you, bah"

Jia Liu didn't say anything, and punched four times with "bang bang", venting all the anger of being bullied by Yinglian on Qianlong's face.

He, this time, really didn't pretend.