Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 523: If I can’t take revenge on Li Yu, can I take revenge on you, the Jingqi people?
When the Forbidden City was attacked, the collective escape of the bannermen in the inner city provided the Intelligence Agency with maximum cover.

2 days later,

Liu Qian recalled the personnel in the agreed area in the suburbs, and only 9 people were missing.

This made him overjoyed, but he also realized that the Qing Dynasty's rule was declining.

of course,

He didn't expect that it was the fight between Qianlong and his son that led to the failure of the search operation outside the city.

However, the original route is no longer available.

Tianjin Prefecture was under martial law and Dagukou was blocked.

Therefore, everyone had to go around and take the land route, first entering Henan, then going to Anhui, and finally crossing the river from the Pukou section.

Pukou is guarded by your Majesty's sworn brother Hu Zhihuang.

along the way,

The more Liu Qian thought about it, the more he admired His Majesty. It was a brilliant move to set up the chess position in Pukou so early.

The Qing army was closely guarding the northern part of Yangzhou and Anqing, with trenches and patrols everywhere to ensure a tight defense.

Only Pukou was clear and calm.

Because Hu Zhihuang's troops did not cut their braids and did not raise the Wu flag.

In the eyes of the Qing court, General Hu was still a local warlord who could be won over.

……

The atmosphere in Beijing was depressing.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and even if there are, they walk quickly with their heads down, for fear of getting into trouble.

The Forbidden City was controlled by the Imperial Guards and the Sticky Column, who firmly supported the emperor.

Around the imperial city, there was a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

Outside the Meridian Gate,
The army supporting the emperor and the army supporting the crown prince were in armed confrontation.

The Vanguard Battalion, the Guard Battalion, the Jianrui Battalion, and the Firearms Battalion supported the old emperor.

The Cavalry Battalion, the Tiger Spear Battalion, and the Good Fighting Battalion support the crown prince.

These are the capital's first-class armed forces.

The second-rate armed forces, which also commanded the largest number of infantry troops, was internally divided.

Two camps supported the crown prince, and three camps supported the old emperor.

Nanying, supports the crown prince.

Qianzong Fushou stood in the team with an excited look on his face, pressing the hilt of his sword.

Following the instructions from his superiors, he had asked someone to deliver his letter of allegiance to Prince Jia.

Use Wu Ting’s money to buy an official position in the Qing Dynasty.

Taking the salary from the Qing Dynasty and doing the work of Wu Ting.

With two great empires serving me alone, Fushou looks full of energy, and the red belt around his waist becomes brighter.

……

The chief eunuch Qin Si stood on the wall of the Meridian Gate and looked out, trembling in his heart.

I saw flags of various colors fluttering, soldiers in bright clothes and armor, swords and guns drawn, and war horses neighing.

With his sharp eyes, he even saw cannons mixed in with the army formation.

Bunny~
If a war broke out, the Qing Dynasty would collapse immediately without the need for the Wu bandits to launch a northern expedition.

Thinking of this, Qin Si felt uncomfortable.

Silently pray to God:
"I would like to exchange 10 years of my life for the peace of the Qing Dynasty and the health of the emperor."

……

"Master Qian, will there be a fight today?"

"Hard to say."

Fushou looked at the frightened soldiers below and thought to himself that they were a bunch of South City alley urchins who had never seen the world.

There is absolutely no chance of a fight breaking out in a large scene like today with tens of thousands of people.

A major feature of fights in Sijiu City is that the more people show up, the harder the fight becomes.

At last,
There is definitely an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Each side declared victory and then called their friends over for a drink.

Thinking of this, Fushou’s stomach growled.

So he ordered:

"You guys, go buy some food."

"My Lord, is this possible?"

"Take out the word 'ma'. Today we are talking about state affairs. Tell the shopkeeper to put the account on the Infantry Yamen."

"Whoo."

……

A group of soldiers excitedly went to Qianmen Street.

After half an hour, they returned with a wheelbarrow fully loaded with donkey meat grilled bread, fried dough sticks and steamed buns, and pea juice.

The soldiers shared the food with great joy.

Fu Shou shouted at the other side at the top of his voice:

"Brothers from the Guards Camp, don't be so nervous. We are all family members."

"We are just waiting here. The imperial kitchen doesn't provide food."

moment,

The strict military formation on the opposite side was in chaos.

The flag bearers all looked at the captain.

The captain looked around, hesitated for a long time, and sighed.

"Go."

"Whoo."

After a while, both sides sat down.

After a while, both sides began to remove their armor.

After a while, the two sides began to exchange food.

……

Fu Shou opened his clothes as if he was possessed by Guan Erye, and went to the meeting alone.

He sat in the square formation of the guard camp and started to make friends with his relatives.

The bannermen in the old city are willing to talk.

The ancestors are all relatives~
Fushou was like a fish in water, patting his chest:

"It will be over soon. No one of you is allowed to go home. Follow me and I to Shaguoju. If you don't get two of you drunk today, you won't be considered a hero."

What can the flag bearers of the Guard Camp say? They can only shed tears of gratitude.

A rich friend invites us to a famous casserole house for a big meal, which can save 2 catties of grain for the family.
This year,
The bannermen don’t have any surplus food at home.

People in Beijing all understand the ways of the world.

Not long after,

The South Camp of the Infantry Commander's Office and the Guard Camp were playing mahjong outside the Meridian Gate, creating a chaotic atmosphere.

Just as Fushou said, the imperial kitchen is not serving food today.

Tens of thousands of people were starving by the evening, and they dispersed with curses and went back to their homes.

Fushou called his friends and they drank until dawn the next day.

Wu Ting will pay for the wine!

For a moment, Fushou couldn't figure out whose side he was on. Was he on both sides?
……

In the East Warm Pavilion of the Yangxin Palace,
Qianlong was lying on the kang, breathing in but not out.

The imperial physician looked solemn and considered his tone:
"The emperor is mainly suffering from a heart attack due to impatience, coupled with his age, he can't hold on for a while, he needs to recuperate well, the dragon body may or or~"

Yongyan blurted out:
"The dragon's body must be fine."

"Yes Yes."

"The Emperor really needs to recuperate, and the Grand Council should shoulder more of the responsibility." Yongyan suddenly said, "Mr. Yu, go to the Grand Council and help share some of the responsibility."

"I will obey your Majesty."

Heshen glanced at Yu Minzhong with a complicated look.

Looking at Qianlong again, she was suddenly filled with grief and cried uncontrollably.

……

evening,

Everyone left, and Qin Si came in with a copper basin to help with washing.

Suddenly I saw Qianlong on the couch with his eyes open.
I was so scared that I almost dropped the copper basin.

"Master, are you okay?"

Looking at this loyal servant, Qianlong was filled with emotion. A loyal minister is needed in times of national crisis.

"I have always loved face, but now, I am being treated as a laughing stock by the whole world, right?"

Qin Si burst into tears, looking at the lonely old emperor with a broken heart.

He understood that this was humiliation.

It was similar to the feeling when he walked out of the Jingshifang with his legs apart. The man's self-esteem and confidence were cut away.

Feeling sorry~
Qianlong waved his hand gently:

"Don't cry. Go and call Yongyan."

"Master, do you want to summon a servant~"

"No need. This is my only son. I am not crazy."

……

After receiving the summons, Yongyan hesitated for a moment, but still put on soft armor under his regular clothes, stuffed a dagger into his boots, and put a small pistol tributed from the West on his waist.

He also brought his most capable guards with him and agreed to shout "Long live the king" as his signal.

No one knows what the father and son talked about when they met.

Anyway,

When the court was held the next day, everyone was shocked.

Qianlong wore a dragon robe, and Prince Jia also wore a dragon robe, but the dragon was missing a claw.

"Father Emperor, please be careful."

Yongyan carefully supported Qianlong.

A heartwarming scene, a loving father and a filial son.

Qianlong sat on the dragon throne and said calmly:
"The Wu bandits attacked the imperial city and burned a few houses. It's not a big deal. The three main halls were burned, and it wasn't the first time. The so-called divine fire flying crows are just a trifle."

"The Qing dynasty has a strong foundation. If he wants to fight, then he can fight."

"However, I am old and frail, and cannot bear the tedious affairs of state. The fifteenth prince, Yongyan, is kind and honest, respectful and modest. I would like to give him some burdens."

"Yongyan."

……

"Your son is here." Yongyan knelt on the ground.

"From now on, you will serve as the regent of the state, and concurrently serve as the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, the governor of the Nine Gates, and the commander of the Yellow Banner Manchus. You will be in charge of the Cavalry Battalion, the Tiger Spear Battalion, the Good Fighting Battalion, and the Xishan Jianrui Battalion. Your access to and from the ceremonial guards will be the same as mine."

"My son, I obey."

The ministers were relieved.

This result was both unexpected and expected.

A word popped up in Yu Minzhong's mind:

Tolerance serves the country.

This is what happened in the early Qing Dynasty, Daishan and Dorgon restrained each other and avoided a fight.

At this point,

The Eight Banners nobles were wiser than the Southern Ming at that time.

The internal strife of the Southern Ming Dynasty was truly astonishing, and its moral standards were much lower than those of the Eight Great Hutongs.

……

On the same day,

Yongyan left the Forbidden City and established his own government.

Both father and son breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better to keep your distance.

otherwise,

Between the Hall of Mental Cultivation and the Hall of Fengxian, trenches should be dug and barricades should be laid.

Neither the father nor the son could sleep well.

It would be better if Qianlong gave up power, Yongyan stepped back, and the father was kind and the son was filial, thus removing the biggest landmine at the moment.

Next comes revenge.

Revenge on Li Yu? That's impossible.

Take revenge on the men in the old city, and you have it in your hands.

……

On the sixth day after the rockets fell into the palace, the intelligence agency operatives were already eating hot wooden tofu on the streets of Henan.

The Infantry Commander's Office went out in full force, searching house to house for the suspect.

The four city gate commanders were thrown into prison, their properties were confiscated and they were exiled.

All the Shuntian Prefecture officials who were in charge of patrolling the streets that day were exiled.

If we think that this is all, we would be underestimating Qianlong's desire for revenge.

……

50 meters near Dong'anmen Street,
A family of the Bordered White Banner opened the door and looked at the huge crowd of soldiers outside.

Quickly shouted:

"I am a bannerman."

"The Bannermen are guilty of a more serious crime. Lock them up and take them away."

All the people living within two miles of Dong'anmen Street were arrested.

Qianlong denounced these people as being blind!
The thieves launched so many fire-breathing things into the sky outside Dong'an Gate. Why couldn't you discover it in advance? Why couldn't you rush over to stop them?

……

Chaoyang Gate,
Qianlong stood on the city wall and looked at the muddy ground outside the city that looked like it had been trampled by 1 mules. He was so angry that he could not control himself.

On the day of the assassination,

At least tens of thousands of people fled from the city of Sijiu.

Qianlong could understand why those poor people in the south city ran away, as the court had never been very kind to them.

but,

The collective escape of the eight banners garrisoned in the inner city is unforgivable.

They were supposed to protect the imperial city, pick up swords and guns and actively search for and besiege the assassin. But as soon as the thief shouted, hundreds of people responded and tens of thousands of people ran away.

With a stroke of the imperial pen,
All guilty!

Exiled to Ningguta.

Firstly, it is for punishment, and secondly, it is time to plan for Liaodong.

Except for people, there is nothing lacking outside the Great Wall: food, iron ore, coal mines, rivers, forests, and furs.

There are some things that cannot be said, but must be done.

……

The cries of grief shook the whole city.

Jiang Tianmu, who hid in Gaobeidian, was suspicious and sent people several times to find out whether Qianlong was dead.
It turned out that it was the people in collective exile who were crying.

The huge crowds of Beijing bannermen wailed along the way, weeping and wiping their tears to the sky.

The people of Zhili watched along the way.

Qianlong exiled 3,000 bannermen and their families, a total of more than 15,000 people. These people were the weakest of the weak, the weakest of the weak.

There is no positive effect of staying in the capital except complaining, drinking tea and eating.

Qianlong even said maliciously publicly:
"If the Wu thieves cross the Yellow River, even if I temporarily recruit strong men from Baoding, they will be better at fighting than these scums."

"I have no mercy on these people. Let the snow and wild wolves outside the pass teach them a lesson."

“It’s all my own fault.”

……

It could be that the performance of the Beijing banners was too bad, or it could be that Qianlong had lost his mind and actually thought of his poor relatives in the north.

The First Will:
Shuntian Prefecture raided more than a hundred brothels in Zhili and packed up more than 2000 brothel girls and sent them to Heilongjiang to be slaves of the Solon people.

Early spring is a good time to travel north.

Before the snow,

Any prostitute who can reach the Greater Khingan Range alive can lie on the animal skin mattress of the Solon people.

Fertility!

If Sauron does not give birth to a cub, the imperial court will have no elite troops.

Once upon a time, those Beijing Banner children were full of praise, shame, and worship, and they drank tea with 10 taels, chatted with 50 taels, and hit home runs with 100 taels.
The Saurons didn't spend a penny.

The Emperor's Grace is Great~
……

Second Will:
A large number of descendants of the Han army bannermen who had left the banner were recalled.

The Beijing banners were unreliable, and the local garrisoned Eight Banners did not dare to be transferred.

Qianlong felt that the Han army flag was more handsome.

Moreover, the Minister of War He Guozong revealed a fact that those who had been expelled from the banner before were all real workers, and those who remained were mostly useless people who only knew how to flatter and give gifts.

Therefore,
A recall is necessary.

For all the descendants of the recalled Han army banners, the imperial court will reimburse their ancestors for the basic salaries they had received over the years since they were expelled from the banners.

This huge sum of money came from the silver collected for crimes.

For a time,

The descendants of the Han army flags in Zhili and Shandong, Henan and Shanxi provinces were grateful.

Throw away the hoe and buy some equipment.

He went to Beijing to receive the emperor's grace and was organized into the Eight Banners of the New Han Army.

Qianlong no longer planned to give all kinds of guns and cannons produced by the Imperial Household Department of the Hall of Mental Cultivation to the Eight Banners of the Manchus, but instead allocated them all to these new Han military banners.

The emperor was heartbroken.

……

Thousands of miles away, Hengyang, Hunan.

The convoy kept moving back and forth, and the soldiers were in a hurry.

The whole city looks like a huge military camp.

Economic Minister Fan Jing hurried into the city and met with Army Minister Lin Huaisheng who was stationed there to command the city.

After some greetings, he dismissed the guests.

"This is a letter from His Majesty."

Lin Huaisheng took it and read it carefully twice.

He looked up and said:

"No problem. The army will cooperate with you when necessary. However, time is limited, and so is patience."

"Understood. Don't worry about that."

Fan Jing was in a good mood and even revealed a secret.

In addition to Guangxi, he also sent envoys to Tongren Prefecture, Guizhou to persuade the Zhenyuan General to surrender.

"Wang Shenglie?"

"Correct."

"I remember this man once fought against our army in Jiangxi and was defeated miserably."

"Because of this, I think he will calmly consider surrendering."

……

Pingle Prefecture, Guangxi.

The envoy sent by Fan Jing has been waiting here for three days.

The accommodation conditions were good, with wine and meat provided every day, and soldiers standing guard outside the house.

Until one day,
Guangxi Militia Minister Lu Tingsheng arrived secretly and started negotiations.

"What is your name, envoy?"

"Fu Cong was once a soldier in the army."

Lu Tingsheng's face suddenly turned gloomy and he felt humiliated.

Fu Cong smiled and threw out a letter.

"This is written by an important official of the Wu court. Please take a look, sir."

After reading it, Lu Tingsheng's expression eased a little.

"Guangxi can submit to the Wu Dynasty, on the condition that Guangxi people govern Guangxi and accept officials sent by the court, but not garrisons. I want to follow the example of the Mu family in Yunnan, who have been loyal to the Wu Dynasty for generations and guard the border. I will never let the monkeys in the south take a single step forward."

……

Fu Cong uttered two words with contempt:

"dream."

Lu Tingsheng became furious and stood up with a glare.

Fu Cong also stood up, clenched his fists and glared.

After a few dozen breaths,

Lu Tingsheng laughed out loud.

"Mr. Fu, please sit down. Look at the back of my head~"

He took off his hat.

The braid disappeared.

(End of this chapter)