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Chapter 566 I am Qianlong
House seemingly endless rain.

The injury caused by Dalin was still not healed, and his hands were blown up by Er Tijiao again.

Damn, drinking cold water will clog my teeth.

Jia Liu didn't know what happened, so he heard a "poof" and then exploded, so fast that no one had time to react.

If you fry it, you will fry it, and holding a second kicker in your hand is the standard equipment for the bold men of the Bannerman.

Although there are several tragedies every year in which the second kicker explodes in his hands, or his fingers are blown off, or his eyes are blown out, or he is collapsed into pockmarks, but Jia Liu believes that he is not an ordinary person, so the things that ordinary people worry about are not the same as his. irrelevant.

However, the facts shattered his illusion that he was not the pride of heaven.

Jia Jia Shikai was the first bannerman injured by firing cannons on New Year's Eve in Qianlong's 40 years.

After the explosion, there was silence in the forehead courtyard.

The old pagoda tree stopped shaking in shock.

Jia Dalin, who was drowsy on the top of his head, immediately raised his noble head, staring at the scene with panda-like eyes.

Wu Er Er, who was familiar with it, subconsciously stood aside when he saw it. He knew that Mr. Xiong was coming for real.

"Why don't you let it go, let it go?"

Daquan appeared happily in the courtyard with his granddaughter in his left hand and grandson in his right hand.

Realizing that something was wrong, he couldn't help but become concerned.

Jia Liu was dumbfounded.

The moment of the explosion, he was so stunned that his hand was still stretched out when he realized it was bad.

"Mom, fuck me!"

Jia Liu, who came back to his senses, looked at his right hand for the first time. He was already prepared for the horror. Fortunately, although the whole palm was blackened by Er Tijiao, five fingers were visible to the naked eye. In good condition, that is, the tops of the index finger and thumb have white marks caused by gunpowder burns.

Squeeze it carefully, it's a little hard, and the strange thing is, hey, it doesn't hurt much!
What a fortune in misfortune.

"Check to see who produced this firecracker. The quality is so poor. It makes the consumer damn. Seal his shop tomorrow! Let the boss lose money, and don't do business in the capital if he doesn't pay!"

Jia Liu attributed the problem to the quality of the product, rather than the strict prohibition of holding it as stipulated in the rule that he did not press the ring to let go.

Strictly speaking, it is a product quality issue.

First, the fuse burns too fast;
Second, the amount of charge is wrong.

Third, there are no instructions on the outer packaging.

Looking back, seeing Daquan looking at him worriedly, he hurriedly grinned and said, "Father, it's okay, I'll put a big one with flowers for you!"

While speaking, he bent down and prepared to light a firecracker battle of forty rounds, but in the end, the excruciating pain from his finger made him change his face uncontrollably, and his cheeks were shaking in pain.

After shaking his right hand again and again in the void, he suppressed the pain.

Then look at all the subordinates staring at him blankly, no one dared to speak.

"What are you doing in a daze, come and fire the cannons."

Jia Liuqiang smiled happily, not wanting to affect the cheerful atmosphere of New Year's Eve because of his injury.

They don't come to the door when they ask for debts.

"Oh oh."

Baozhu and Zamur were the first to react, and they happily came over to help the President to fire the cannon.

But Shuan Zhu stepped forward and said seriously: "Master, just now you have experienced a serious assassination operation, if you hadn't been blessed with great fate, you would have been killed at this time."

"For Chinese New Year's Eve, say something nice."

Jia Liu thought to Shuan Zhu that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open. Even if it was to try to trick the owner of the fireworks shop, there was no need to make the situation so serious.

What to do if you scare the boss to death.

But soon his expression became serious.

Because Shuan Zhu said that the assassin was sent by the Jinchuan Fan Bandit.

Why did the bandits send people from thousands of miles to assassinate Mr. Jia Jia? Of course, the reason is that Mr. Jia Jia's hands were covered with the blood of the bandits.

In other words, Master Jia Jia is the thorn in the side of the Jinchuan bandits, the thorn in the heart.

"It's the same as Lu Siniang assassinating the late emperor."

Shuan Zhu made a gesture, it seemed that this description was worthy of his identity as a young master.

"No, what are you talking about? What assassin?"

Da Daquan was confused by what Shuan Zhu said, and Fan Wei next to him told him that there were rumors in Beijing that the adults were having an affair with a traitor.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Daquan's reaction was the most intense, "The six sons are most afraid of thieves like a tiger, even if he has ten thousand guts, he wouldn't dare to collude with the enemy and betray the country!"

Shuan Zhu talked and dragged the master into the hall.

Fan Wei added: "My lord, I think that the most powerful way to deal with rumors is not to refute them, but to create new ones."

The official statement should be to divert the attention of the masses and to overshadow the old ones with new ones.

Jia Liu couldn't help but nodded. He had said that Shuan Zhu and Fan Wei were his crouching dragon and phoenix chicks. Now it seems that there is no water in this statement.

"The assassination of an adult must be widely publicized, and everyone in the capital must know, from all the officials down to the children, so that those false rumors that slander the adults will be self-defeating!"

Fan Wei was very confident and took the initiative to take over the task.

It's just that Master Guijia has doubts: "Why can the assassins of the bandits appear in the city? This is very noteworthy, and it is also my personal opinion that is worth pondering. It does not rule out that there are traitors among our bannermen who acted as bandits Otherwise, the city is so tightly guarded, how could the assassin sneak in quietly."

"Tomorrow will be hard work everyone, this year will not last, no matter what, we must find out the traitors of the Eight Banners!"

Jia Liu is qualitative.

Everyone responded in unison.

Zamur was filled with righteous indignation: "Whoever makes it difficult for adults, we will make it difficult for him!"

Shuan Zhu started from the actual situation and asked a question: "Master, we have no way of knowing who participated in the assassination."

Just to check who, who to arrest?
Fan Wei reminded: "Director Yang, we don't need to know who opposes Your Excellency, we just need to let people know that Your Excellency was assassinated."

It is not important to investigate who is arrested, what is important is that this matter must be full of storms.

In this way, the false rumors about Mr. Guijia can be broken.

As for whether it will be expanded, it depends on the development of the situation and whether Master Guijia can reach an agreement with Fu Zhongtang and Prince An.

This is a political thing.

In terms of action, the infantry commander Yamen has the responsibility to check the security of the Jingjing Division.

What's more, the leader of the unit was attacked.

"Let's do this first."

Jia Liu basically accepted Fan Wei's opinion, and waved his hand to signal the crowd to continue firing the cannonballs, while he himself endured the pain and asked people to move a chair to sit down and enjoy it from a distance.

Ruxiu, Yuanyuan, and Wu Qinglian, the suspect, were all attracted by fireworks all over the sky. When they saw their husband's finger was injured by the explosion, the three women felt distressed.

Da Daquan went to the house where the portraits of the ancestors were enshrined, and took out a jar in the dark. After opening it, he smelled a scent of oil, and saw that there were more than a dozen baby mice soaked in it.

This is called mouse oil, a good thing handed down from the Ming Dynasty, and it has a very good effect on treating burns.

Jia Liu put the injured finger into the oil pan and rolled it down, the pain relieved a lot immediately, and then wrapped it in a white cloth, and it would be back to normal in about three to five days.

For the once incompetent Baturu, this injury is really nothing.

Just now, there is still a black birthmark on the buttocks.

The medicine is fried.

For the Qing Dynasty, Jia Liu endured too much suffering and paid too much.

"Whizzing!"

At the same time as the fireworks in the Ezu Mansion exploded in mid-air, the entire Forty-Nine City was filled with gorgeous fireworks.

Different from the bustling Forty-Nine City, the sky over the Imperial City was pitch black, and the bustling scenes of previous years seemed to only exist in people's memories.

The reason why the imperial city didn't fire cannons this year was that the treasury was empty, and the empress dowager's national funeral was not yet full.

Very easy to understand.

In fact, Uncle Se, Prince An, who is in charge of the security of the palace, believes that the sound of firecrackers can easily cover up the sound of gunfire.

Therefore, for the safety of His Majesty the Emperor, no cannons are allowed inside the imperial city.

However, Master Se still asked people to post couplets in Yongshou Palace, hung some palace lanterns, and improved the diet a little.

And for the first time, Qianlong was allowed to walk around in Yongshou Palace at will. After all, Chinese New Year has to be a little human.

"The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old talismans. "

On the square in front of the main hall of Yongshou Palace, Qianlong, who was wearing a cotton coat and accompanied by Wang Fei, watched the fireworks constantly exploding outside the imperial city, and silently recited a poem about the New Year by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty in his heart.

Before that, he also created many poems for the New Year, but he always felt that these poems were not as good as Wang Anshi.

Since he was trapped in the Yongshou Palace, the former group of poets were unable to enter the palace, which made Qianlong feel that his poetry level had declined a bit, so it was a pity that he didn't have a single masterpiece during this period.

In the past, the Manchurians did not celebrate the Spring Festival. After entering the customs, they began to observe this festival for the Han people. They also made the time around the Spring Festival a legal holiday in accordance with the Ming Dynasty.

"Tomorrow will be the 41st year of Qianlong. Unexpectedly, I have been the emperor for 40 years. Before 40 years, I was 24 years old. The past when I became the throne can be described as vivid."

Qianlong, who had added some gray hair to his sideburns, will be 65 after tonight. Thinking that he has been the emperor for 40 years, he feels somewhat embarrassed.

Throughout the dynasties, there are only a handful of emperors who have reigned for more than 40 years.

Concubine Dun Wang who was by her side said softly: "The emperor can be the emperor for thousands of years."

The Wang family is a Manchurian Zhengbai Banner coater, the daughter of Dutong Sige, and her ancestor's surname is Wang.However, there is an unwritten rule in Baoyi's family background, that is, all sons will change their Manchu surnames, while daughters will inherit Han surnames.

Sige passed away ten years ago. His son Ba'aning was originally the deputy commander of the Eight Banners in Jiangning. Later, after his younger sister gave birth to the ten princesses for the emperor, she was specially favored to concurrently serve as a fat vacant in the Lianghuai Salt Administration.

Uncle Wang is Mandou, the Minister of Management of Chengde Mountain Resort sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"How can there be an emperor who has lived for tens of thousands of years in the world? Everyone is mortal. How can I cross the law of life and death? I am very open to life and death. If God blesses me, I only hope to be like the emperor for 60 years." , dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with the emperor."

Qianlong adjusted his cotton coat and looked up at the sun, moon and starry sky.

The breeze brought a smell of sulfur, which gradually permeated the entire palace, giving this lost-of-popular place a hint of the New Year.

After a long time, Qianlong withdrew his gaze, glanced at the guard who was watching him in the distance, and gently took Concubine Dun's hand and walked slowly to the bedroom.

The pace, though slow, was firm and powerful.

The wind will blow away the smell of sulfur, as well as the shadow that covers the imperial city.

He can be the emperor for 40 years, and he will definitely be the emperor for 60 or [-] years.

Because, he is Qianlong. ——The end of this volume.

(End of this chapter)