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Chapter 530 Work Hard, The First Emperor

Jia Liu noticed that Lao Fu's right fist was gaining momentum.

According to preliminary analysis, the rage value is at least seven thousand and eight.

Since he wasn't sure if Lao Fu had heart disease or high blood pressure, Jia Liu didn't dare to provoke him too much. After all, he still pointed at Lao Fu to share the pressure and attract firepower. Fu borrowed a step to speak.

Otherwise, Lao Fu would not be able to get up in one breath or suffered a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, who would clean up the mess in Forty-Nine City and the government.

To put it vividly, Jia Liu is in charge of killing, and the old rich is in charge of burying.

If there is no one who wipes his butt, Jia Liu, who is in charge of killing, cannot knock down the banner of the Qing Dynasty.

It is related to the future plan, and the old rich have to go if they don't go.

Otherwise, the six virtuous brothers would go crazy and spread rumors about him and Queen Nala, and the twelfth elder brother's position as the heir apparent would be shaken.

Rumors are too powerful.

How the fourth devil got over the stage, he, Fuller, couldn't figure it out.

The instigator was not him, but he was the one who contributed to the flames.

No matter what, Twelve is Xian'er's own flesh and blood, even if Qianlong is a Han Chinese, the old rich must protect Twelve to inherit the throne.

This point, the old rich will never change.

Then, he can only talk to Jia Liu.

The Empress Dowager's coffin was parked in the Nine Classics and Three Events Hall, and the two brothers came to Chunhui Hall where the Empress Dowager lived before her death.

Lao Fu's confidant, Na Mutu, led the guards to clear the palace eunuchs outside, while Baozhu led the plainclothes team to "confront" Na Mutu's people to avoid accidents.

Both sides are loyal protectors.

Clear stand.

He could vaguely hear quarreling and cursing from inside the house, which made the subordinates outside start to get nervous.

Baozhu's hand didn't even leave his waist, if something goes wrong, he must suppress Fu Zhongtang's people immediately, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Most of the members of the plainclothes team are Sauron's elite soldiers drawn from the Heilongjiang and Uliasutai battalions. Against ordinary Eight Banners, one-to-five is no problem.

However, Lao Fu's guards were also selected by the Shang Sanqi Guards and Bodyguards. It is estimated that two of them are capable of Sauron.

In a real fight, it is impossible to solve it quickly.

Fortunately, the situation didn't get any worse, and the room fell silent, as if the two adults were discussing something peacefully and amicably.

Mutu and Baozhu heaved a sigh of relief at the same time, looked at each other, and each forced a smile.

About half an hour after touching the incense stick, the door of Chunhui Hall opened again.

Under the concerned eyes of the guards on both sides, it was Old Fu who came out first.

"Has the sun risen? The lamas should have come, right?"

Looking at the rising sun, Lao Fu flexed his wrists while asking if the lamas and monks organized by Namutu's House of Internal Affairs had arrived.

After getting an affirmative answer, Lao Fu immediately took people to the Hall of Nine Classics and Three Events. As the foreman Minister of Military Aircraft and the deputy head of the National Funeral Committee, he was responsible for presiding over the empress dowager's funeral.

The nominal leader of the National Funeral Committee is the twelfth elder brother whom he helped to protect, and the other deputy leader is Wang Chunying of Xinjun.

Fu Zhongtang has come out, where is your Excellency the President?
Bao Zhu was in a hurry and rushed into the room, only to find that the President was sitting on the ground in a daze.

Seeing Baozhu coming in, Jia Liu became anxious, he didn't know where he got the shame, and jumped up with a carp.

Walking outside without incident, he casually ordered Baozhu: "Take time to send Fu Zhongtang two plasters. He is old, and his body is not as good as mine. He must have been hurt by my chest just now."

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Baozhu looked at the President rubbing his chest in a daze, with a look of dull pain on his face from time to time.

Jia Liu also had a hard time and couldn't tell, he didn't know that Lao Fu didn't talk about martial arts at all now, and after entering the room, he sneaked up on him without waiting for him to speak, and he was unprepared and received two heavy punches from the old guy.

Fortunately, he didn't fight back.

Otherwise, it will be a fight and lose the right to further demand for compensation.

I am really not afraid of how stupid the opponent is, but I am afraid that the opponent will learn from myself.

Jia Liu can actually understand the old rich's sneak attack.

After all, in the eyes of the old rich, he helped Jia Liu become the youngest governor-general since the founding of the Qing Dynasty. This political status is already unprecedented, so Jia Liu is unreasonable and still not satisfied. Life experience threatened him.

But in Jia Liu's eyes, without his hard work, Lao Fu is just a salted fish, and he might have been listed as a vegetable market by Qianlong long ago.

After the person is dead, how can there be any foreman, military minister, or prince after him.

Therefore, the biggest hero is Jia Liu, not Laofu.

Why is the old rich floating?And it's so floating that I don't know the north, south, east, and west.

If it continues like this, the two brothers will have no room for maneuver other than tearing their faces apart.

Jia Liu is a loyal person, and he doesn't want to get into trouble with Lao Fu.

Although, he was ready to leave his father to Lao Fu to kill a thousand knives, and then Dai Xiao ordered troops to go to Beijing to hang Lao Fu from the street lamp.

But, deep down, he's still a good guy.

A man of integrity.

Therefore, Jia Liu who was beaten was not aggressive, and the old rich who tried to fight back called Dad.

He has the ability, after all, Batulu's title is genuine.

However, he chose peace as the most important thing, that is, to talk to the old man, lest the situation go to an irreversible side due to the emotions of both parties.

Jia Liu's attitude was firm.

"Old man, come with me for real!"

"Six, I, I didn't do it on purpose, I just couldn't control myself for a while, is it possible for my brother to compensate you?"

For the hands-on behavior, Lao Fu was also a little ashamed, but he felt very happy in his heart. For some reason, beating the devil with six or two punches was similar to beating Qianlong, and it was particularly exciting.

It really got what I wanted.

"Apologizing is useful, why do you need Wang Fa! There are two ways for you, one is to agree to my conditions, and the other is that only one of you and I can get out alive, you can figure it out."

Sitting on the ground, Jia Liu took out the short pistol, pointed the black muzzle at Lao Fu, and the fire pocket was about to be opened.

This is called post-strike.

Old Fu knew he was being careless, but who knew that Guizi Liu would carry a gun to funerals.

Without a gun, he cannot form the same deterrent force and can only remain silent.

Jia Liu spoke.

The first thing is that Lao Fu must ensure that the outstanding talents recommended by Jia Liu to the Ministry of Officials can all be officially appointed by the Military Aircraft Department.

"Officials are already corrupted to the brim, and you want to sell out your officials. Do you think the Qing Dynasty is not chaotic enough?"

The old rich was very sad, angry and heartbroken.

He knew that Devil Liu was greedy for money. Back then in Sichuan, he dared to secretly sell the cannon to the bandits behind the back of the court, but that kind of thing was really not a big deal in Jinchuan, because no matter how much he sold, it would not ruin the overall situation.

But it's different now, you ghost will be the governor of Zhili after six years, a real feudal official, and you are so young, your future is boundless.

The imperial court is presided over by your rich brother again. At this time, the two brothers should work together to clarify the administration of officials, pacify the place, and help the country.

"No matter how much I sell, I will give [-]% to my eldest brother later."

Jia Liu raised three fingers.

"Thirty percent?"

Old Fu laughed back angrily, "I don't know how to sell myself?"

"Four percent."

Jia Liu raised his hand to interrupt the old rich who was about to speak, "Brother's name is the responsibility, the reputation of the eldest brother is important."

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Old Fu nodded, [-]% is fine, besides, this kid has been in Beijing for at most two months, and he is on New Year's Eve yamen seal, how many officials he can sell.

When I think about it this way, my heart is set.

The second matter is related to the fate of the Qing Dynasty.

"Brother, why the palace is in chaos, why the city is full of ominous things, why the thieves came out of Sichuan, and why Taiwan rebelled, these are all because of the water seepage in the underground palace of the holy ancestor, which caused the Daqing Fengshui to be broken!"

Jia Liu looked distressed, and proposed that after the new year, the Jingling maintenance project must be launched to save the already riddled dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty, so as to prevent the Qing Dynasty from falling into the curse of the Hu people without a century of national destiny.

Since Jingling is located in Zunhua and is under the jurisdiction of the governor of Zhili, in order to effectively use funds, speed up the progress of the project, and avoid further accidents, it is of course better for the governor of Zhili to directly contract the project.

The Ministry of Rites can supervise.

"Are you sincerely for Qing Dynasty?"

Old Fu firmly disagreed with the Jingling maintenance project, because he knew that Guizi Liu had no good intentions, and he really agreed to open Jingling, and the bedside table of the holy grandfather could be moved by this kid.

"Brother doesn't want to spread this list, does he?"

Jia Liu took out the list of funerary objects from the Tailing Mausoleum that was delivered to the old rich family last time from his bosom to display.

Old Fu frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "I will send someone to follow up on this matter."

"Brother, don't worry, God knows, Earth knows, you know and I know."

Jia Liu pinned the gun back to his waist and rubbed his chest again.

It is impossible not to distribute Jingling's things to Lao Fu, but don't think about it for others.

After the conclusion of the negotiation, there should be no further delay in Chunhui Hall.

With Lao Fu in place, the empress dowager's funeral began to enter the process.

In Beijing, civil and military officials, including Houbu officials, Jinshi, tributes, officials, monks and Taoists, all wear plain clothes, and kneel in the Changchun Garden, three layers inside and three layers outside.

The lama started the ceremony first, and then the monks and priests appeared, which gave Jia Liu the feeling that he was doing a large-scale water and land ceremony.

He and Ruxiu knelt on the side of the clan, and this time they learned how to do well, with a thick layer of cotton on their knees, no matter how long they knelt, it wouldn't hurt.

From a distance, he saw He Shen kneeling beside the officials of the six ministries, with a sad look on his face.

The sound of various ritual instruments came into play in turn, almost deafening Jia Liu's ears.

It took about half an hour, and finally, under the shouts of salutes from the officials of the Ministry of Rites, the coffin of the Empress Dowager was carried into the carriage by dozens of people.

At this moment, the crying in the Hall of Nine Classics and Three Things reached its peak.

Even the old Fu was crying loudly in the crowd, not sure if there were tears, but he seemed to have done enough.

Ruxiu was also very sad when she cried, it was not fake at all.

Before leaving the pavilion, the queen mother often called her into the palace to accompany her, and her husband-in-law is also given by the queen mother.

How can I have no feelings for the Queen Mother?

After crying for a while, when Ruxiu wiped it with a handkerchief, she found that her husband beside her was not crying, but was staring straight at the Empress Dowager Zi Gong.

"Keep your head down,"

Ru Xiusheng was afraid that Yushi would impeach the son-in-law for misbehaving, so she quickly dragged her husband down, complaining a little: "Why don't you cry?"

Jia Liu let out an ooh, lowered his head, and pretended to howl with Ruxiu, but in reality he was thinking that if the queen mother's coffin was sold to foreign devils, it would probably be able to cheat a lot of money.

cry?
It wasn't his own mother who died, howling.

"Wake up!"

Accompanied by the voice of officials from the Ministry of Rituals, the twelfth elder brother who represented Lao Tzu to help the spirit hurriedly got up, and it was another complicated procedure. The next emperor who was pushed by the old man with all his heart finally escorted his grandmother's coffin out of Beijing for burial on behalf of his Ama. Mausoleum.

Outside the third hall of the Nine Classics, there are many long white flags, which look like a white ocean when viewed from a high altitude.

The moment the hearse started, the woman who had gone through three dynasties was considered to have completely completed her life.

Although Jia Liu didn't shed tears for this woman, but thinking that this woman found him a good wife like Ruxiu, he still couldn't help but send out his blessings: "Good luck to the Queen Mother."

The eldest brother-in-law, Chunying, was going to Tailing with the twelfth elder brother, so she didn't bother to have a few words with her brother-in-law.

Lao Fu, the leader of the military plane, does not need to go to Tailing. On behalf of the military plane, it is the Manjun plane Suolin and the Han military plane Yuan Shoutong.

The clan and courtiers need to follow the spirit's own personnel to arrange departure, and those who don't need to go will return to Beijing separately.

Jia Liu was also about to go back with Ruxiu, but the official minister, Lao Ah, appeared out of nowhere, and with a single look, the son-in-law asked Ge Ge to stay away.

"what's up?"

"My lord, do you know that the late emperor had a will?"

"Widow?"

Jia Liu was puzzled.

A Siha whispered that when the palace was in chaos, some guards found the last emperor's edict from the empress dowager's bedroom, which was to abolish the current emperor's position as the heir, and change the fifth son of the emperor, Hong Zhou, to be the heir.

Jia Liu was shocked: "Is the edict true?"

"Really, Yu Zhongtang and Prince Jian confirmed that it was the handwriting of the first emperor. Many people saw it at the time, but after the palace chaos, the whereabouts of this edict has been unknown. The humble official suspects that this edict is in the hands of Fu Zhongtang."

The old man was really careful, and reminded his father-in-law to contact Fuller Hun to make a reasonable guess about the transfer of troops to Beijing. If Fuller Hun really wanted to be Dong Zhuo, then this edict of the former emperor would be the fatal magic weapon for him to abolish the emperor.

"I know, you can't say anything about this."

Jia Liu signaled A Siha to go back to work, thinking that it was impossible for the old rich to use the will as an argument, because this would negate the legal principle of the old twelve's succession.

The prerequisite for the son to inherit the father's business is that the father's business must exist.

So, don't worry.

But this will must be destroyed quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if it falls into the hands of someone with a heart.

After much deliberation, I went directly to Lao Fu, walked up to Lao Fu quietly while no one was paying attention, and said in a low voice: "Brother, is the last imperial edict in your hands?"

"What is the edict of the first emperor?"

Old Fu was startled for a moment, and immediately denied the existence of this edict as Jia Liu expected, but the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and subconsciously glanced at the hearse of the Queen Mother who was going away.

"Brother doesn't know?"

Jia Liu was also stunned for a moment, his brows frowned slightly, "Someone said that the late emperor's edict was found in the Empress Dowager's palace during the palace chaos, and the content was not good for the emperor. If it is true, the eldest brother must find it and destroy it."

"Never mind!"

Old Fu's swearing appearance made Jia Liu almost think that this was his Ama.

If there is no, there will be no chant.

Jia Liu was too lazy to talk to the old man, and after taking people out of Changchun Garden, he ordered Baozhu to visit Tailing.

"You tell Queen Mother to sneak in after the empress dowager's burial to see if there is any imperial edict in the empress dowager's coffin. If there is any, take it out. This edict is still useful."

After a pause, he told Queenie that after he went to Baoding to take office, he would find a way to hand over this edict to Hejun Wang Mianlun, the grandson of Hongzhou.

"Your Excellency, what if the will is not in the Queen Mother's coffin?"

"Not here?"

Jia Liu waved his hand, "Then call Xiandi to get up and let him work hard before writing another one."

(End of this chapter)