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Chapter 685
This question made the old rich man who was making tea tremble a bit, and said a little unhappy: "The emperor is seriously ill, and the imperial hospital said that the emperor needs to avoid the wind and cold to recuperate his body during this period, so the imperial court has decided to replace the emperor with Prince Li Yongzheng Host, the results of the meeting will be prepared by the Military Aircraft Department as a memorial to the Emperor for His Royal Assent."

The implication is impossible, don't even think about it.

Hearing this, Jia Liu thought that Uncle Se only knew about one acre of land in his family, and that he would be satisfied with Prince An's hereditary and unreplaceable hat king. Now the court is not just you, Fu Lehun, who have the final say.

In fact, he didn't want Qianlong to make an appearance, but what He Shen said was right. Now that Lao Fu's stocks are bullish, Qianlong has continued to drop the limit, making the Baolong project almost impossible to carry out. If Qianlong doesn't even have a face at this meeting Bright, I'm afraid the project will turn yellow.

Therefore, for its own benefit, the market has to smell the good news of Qianlong.

When buying a house, do you buy up or down?

Of course, you can't tell Lao Fu directly.

Letting the fourth devil come out to show his face is also to give him hope. In this way, when this hope is shattered again, the expression on the fourth devil must be very interesting.

Jia Liu now talks about politics and people's sophistication in his work, not about beatings and killings.

He didn't even intend to behead Qianlong at La Caishikou, but planned to let Qianlong go to Tailing to see the tomb after he ascended the throne. Chatting, taking a photo, life is not full of flavor, full of warmth, full of human touch.

There is no need to kill people.

Taking the tea bowl handed by the old man, he said casually: "This time at the National Assembly, I think we can't talk to ourselves, we have to ask the emperor to say a few words, anyway, he is the emperor, how can there be such an important meeting?" If the emperor does not attend, what will the people of the world think, what will they think?"

Jia Liu hopes that Lao Fu can relax a bit. This restart of the meeting of princes, princes and ministers, which has been interrupted for decades, is essentially a democratic attempt he made for the Qing Dynasty.

It's not that the stage is set up to let Lao Fu dominate.

"You want the emperor to come out so much, could it be that you have an affair with him?"

Old Fu hummed slightly, picked up the tea bowl and blew on it.

The brew was Qianlong's favorite Anhui tribute tea "Liu'an Guapian". It was just delivered to the Ministry of Internal Affairs the day before yesterday, and it was packed back by Lao Fudu.

The imperial doctor said that the emperor's body is not suitable for drinking tea.

It is good to have a bowl of cold water every day.

Jia Liu didn't like this, and said with an aggrieved face: "Where did the elder brother say it? Can I get him out again? Then who am I?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, um, it tastes really good, even better than the Yuqian Longjing he drank.

Habitually moved the disassembled tea bag to the front and re-tightened it, stuffed it into the pocket and prepared to take it home and taste it slowly.

Old Fu was not as stingy as Jia Liu, he even asked for a lighter, without raising his eyelids, he just laughed and said, "Then who knows, don't you have a family tradition?"

"Brother, it's meaningless to talk about it,"

Jia Liu actually changed his previous pride and blushed for a rare time.

Old Fu warmed his palms with a tea bowl, and looked at the six sons opposite him seriously: "To be honest, is it your intention to let the emperor come out, or their intention?"

Jia Liu was confused: "Which one of them?"

Old Fu hummed slightly: "You know it well."

Jia Liu quickly shook his head: "This is what I mean, it has nothing to do with the meeting."

This is the truth.

Old Fu said unhappily: "The Emperor is sick and cannot come out."

"Brother, there are no outsiders here, so I don't know if the emperor is sick or not?"

For a long time, Qianlong hadn't been sick, but it was the old rich and the color uncle who insisted that Qianlong was sick for the sake of profit.

If the current situation continues, Qianlong may still be sick for a few more years.

There is no way, he needs to be sick up and down.

The emperor is not sick, it is the imperial court who is sick.

Old Fu didn't say a word.

"Brother, after all, the emperor is the emperor, and he is also the co-lord of the Eight Banners. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for the emperor not to attend such important events as the National Congress? Let's put it bluntly, as long as people wear the emperor's signboard for a day, there are many things in law. You can't get past him."

Jia Liuyu persuaded Qianlong earnestly and insisted on letting Qianlong show up. After all, they did not deprive him of his representative qualifications.

Lao Fu was unmoved.

"Brother, it's been almost a year since the chaos in the palace. How many times did the emperor attend court meetings and how many times did the courtiers meet him? To tell you the truth, there are so many rumors outside that I even heard them in Zhili. There are a lot of rumours."

"What rumour?"

"It is said that the emperor actually died a long time ago, and it is false in the palace now."

"absurd!"

"It is also said that the emperor is controlled by you, and you have wholesaled several clothes and belts, blood books and so on. It is even said that the emperor actually passed away a long time ago. Brother, you are keeping the funeral secret for your own self-interest. When it comes out, Yongshou Palace smells like salted fish in summer."

"What nonsense!"

Old Fu couldn't take it anymore, he put the tea bowl on the table heavily, splashing the tea leaves on Jia Liu's face.

"Don't make it up anymore, if you didn't make it up, I'll call you Ama!"

Being exposed by the old Fu, Jia Liu didn't blush, but stared at the old Fu and said, "That's right, I made these up, but do you think there are really no gossips outside?"

Old Fu snorted.

Jia Liu patiently persuaded: "Let the emperor come out and say a few words, firstly, it can break the rumors outside; secondly, it can also establish the image of the big brother Optimus Zhu; thirdly, it can also use this to confirm the identity of the twelve elder brothers The crown prince."

Hearing this, Lao Fu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

"As I said before, my heart is for my elder brother. Wealth never leaves Jia, and Jia never leaves rich. So I support what elder brother wants to do."

Jia Liu expresses his heart.

Old Fu was a little moved: "You mean to use this opportunity to let the emperor announce in public the twelfth elder brother as the crown prince?"

Huh?
Jia Liu was a little puzzled. He intended to say that when Qianlong came out to make his debut, Old Twelve was standing by the side, and there would be a few beautiful words between father and son, so as to give the world the impression that the emperor preferred Old Twelve. In this way, the old twelve is declared the prince.

I don't want Lao Fu to score 120 in reading comprehension.

"this."

It was Jia Liu's turn to say no.

"That's right, it's time to announce Yong Xin as the crown prince."

Old Fu climbed along the pole, with an excited expression on his face. The six virtuous brothers reminded that the National Assembly is not only a grand meeting of the Qing Dynasty, but also the best time to confirm Yongzheng as the crown prince.

Jia Liu was in a hurry, and wanted to remind the old rich that the secret establishment of the crown prince was the system established by the princes of the Qing Dynasty, but just as he was about to speak, the old rich raised his hand and pointed at him: "Didn't they recommend you to be the host? Let them support Twelve as the crown prince, and during the meeting of princes and ministers discussing politics, you Devil Six will sit in front!"

As soon as the words fell, Jia Liu got up excitedly: "Fuck your mother, do your words count!"

(End of this chapter)