Bingchen year, the first day of the sixth month, the 60th year of Qianlong, 1796.

Historically, in the first month of this year, Qianlong should have abdicated Zen to Jiaqing, but perhaps because King Ye's butterfly wings instigated it, now I Qianlong has not yet taken the Zen position.

However, the entire capital knew that Qianlong was going to retreat, because the coaters of the Internal Affairs Office were already preparing for Chan Rang.

At this time, in the Purple Light Pavilion of the Forbidden City, I Qianlong was in tears for the old man, and I was in tears when I was already white, and it was natural that the news of Fukangan's death reached the palace.

For later generations, although He Shen and Ji Xiaolan are far more famous than Fukangan, but the Qianlong Dynasty's real Purple Gold Beam and Optimus White Jade Pillar are only Fukangan!

The big and small Jinchuan, the pacification of the Gansu rebellion, the suppression of Lin Shuangwen, the counterattack against the Gurkhas, and even the establishment of the golden bottle signature system were all done by Fukangan.

This can be said to be the last famous general of the Manchurians, and since his death in history, there has been no one who can handle the banner people, so that the iron-headed monk Grinqin was blown into the sky by their banner people themselves.

"Yaolin, Yaolin, my son!" A series of howls sounded from my Qianlong's mouth, the great eunuch Hu Shijie looked at his nose and nose, and looked like an old monk in his mind.

Prince Jia, who was accompanying him to wipe his tears, was later Emperor Jiaqing, who slowly lowered his head, and his face couldn't help twitching twice.

Sure enough, this is a real hammer, Fukangan is really the old man's species, think about it, more than one million flag people who engage in marriage in the circle, what kind of good-looking woman can be picked? The decent ones are considered good, and even if they do, they may not be eligible to be sent to the palace.

And Fukangan's mother, Guerjia, is a special case, she is a rare beauty among Manchurians, in her forties, she is like a woman in her twenties, known as the first beauty in Manchuria!

And she is also Qianlong's wife, brother and daughter-in-law, double temptation, double stimulation, the old man can endure it!

"Old Fifteen! If the world is yours, I want to posthumously present Yaolin as the king of Jiayong County, and enshrine Zhaozhong Temple and Xianliang Temple, as for the name, I will take the text as the first word, and the second word will also let the Han ministers choose a good word, what do you say? ”

After crying for a long time, Qianlong looked at Jiaqing, who bowed his head and looked respectful, and asked.

When Fukangan set off from the capital, he had already made an exception to seal the shellfish, and he would posthumously present the king of Jiayong County, and he would also use the text as his nickname, and his son would be treated like this!

No! My own son doesn't have this treatment!

"The sons and daughters all listen to the emperor Ama, but the emperor Ama is prosperous in the spring and autumn, and the sons are very satisfied to be a crown prince, this world will always be the emperor Ama's, and the emperor will be ama for thousands of years!"

What can Jiaqing do? Does he dare to say a word? He also has to be glad that this Fukangan was not born to the concubine in the palace, if it was born to the concubine, how could the crown prince have his turn to do it.

"I'm old, the Holy Grandfather is the emperor of sixty-one years, and I am enough for sixty years of the Son of Heaven!

Hu Shijie, pass on Heshen, Ah Gui and others, let them handle Yaolin's funeral, and when Yaolin is buried, I should be in the Zen position! ”

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At this time, on the outskirts of Xiangyang, there were also people crying, but it was not an old man like Qianlong who was crying, but a delicate little widow.

The little widow's surname is Wang, and she married a general servant of Xiangyang Mansion surnamed Qi as the fourth concubine, so many people call her the Qi Wang.

However, although the Wang family is the fourth concubine of Qi Lin, the head of Qi Hunting, she has a higher status than Qi Lin's main wife at home.

Because this Qi catcher, who is known as Qi Lin'er, is ostensibly eating official meals, but in fact he is the leader of the Mixed Yuan Sect, the eldest disciple of the Heavenly King Liu Zhixie, and a disciple who worships his motherless.

This Qi Wang is not only very beautiful, with red lips and white melon seeds, strong waist and hips, but more importantly, he has his own dusty atmosphere, which looks similar to the Guanyin Niang in the temple, with a solemn face.

With her, Qi Lin'er preached unstoppable, and in a few years, between Xiangyang and Yunyang in Hubei Province, hundreds of thousands of believers were developed, but unfortunately, just when he was about to launch an uprising, Qi Lin was betrayed by a traitor and had been killed by the prefect of Xiangyang.

"Master! Let's do it, avenge the master! A man with long hands and feet looked at the Qi Wang clan with some excitement and shouted, he is Qi Lin's personal disciple Yao Zhifu!

"That's right! I did it with them, my mother, my uncle was killed, and you will be our chief teacher in the future, and we will all listen to you! "The person who spoke was Gao Dejun, the son of Senior Brother Qi Lin, Gao Chenggong.

Qi Wang slowly looked back at the other people in the room with sad and angry faces, in addition to Yao Zhifu and Gao Dejun, there were also Li Quan, Wang Sanhuai, Nie Jieren, Lin Kaitai, and the great sect leaders of the Mixed Yuan Sect had all arrived, and they all supported her as the chief teacher.

"Heaven and earth are unfair, and the officials force the people to rebel, then we will rebel! Let's avenge the head teacher together and build our own kingdom on earth and heaven, our hometown in vacuum! ”

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Fuzhou City, Anmin Lane, is going to kill the thief again today, as for why I said it, because I had already killed it half a month ago.

But in the eyes of the residents of Fuzhou City, half a month ago, it was not the killing of the thieves, but the killing of the Green Battalion and the Eight Banners of Fuzhou City!

Before and after the arrival of thousands of people of the Eight Banners, supervision, promotion, and caressing, crackling for a whole afternoon, the sound of guns and cannons shook the sky, I don't know that people thought that Fuzhou City came to thousands of troops, but in the end I knew that the people who came to rob the prisoner car were only five people!

Five people! Five people made a fuss about the huge Fuzhou City, and the small 1,000 Eight Banner soldiers and the Green Battalion came to attack, and in the end there were hundreds of casualties, of which more than 30 were killed in direct battle, and a leader of the Eight Banners with a white flag was killed.

At that time, the residents who witnessed the battle in Yijin Lane brought the story to life.

The 'majestic posture' of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty and the Green Battalion soldiers has even spread to Zhejiang Province in the north and Guangdong Province in the south!

Of course, people will not say that the anti-thieves are sharp and sharp, and there are fire and thunder, but only that the Eight Banners and Green Camp in Fujian Province are waste, and the anti-thieves are all eight feet tall and look like gods.

Some people even say that these are not anti-thieves, but white armor heavenly soldiers, they wear linen and filial piety, and come to avenge Emperor Longwu and Zhu Chenggong!

With these legends that are obviously fueled by the elements of the Heaven and Earth Society, the first battle of Yijin Lane became more and more outrageous, and Chen Daozai and other five people were rumored to be immortals who could spit fire and release thunder, scatter beans into soldiers, and in the end they did not die, but after killing all the Eight Banners and Green Camp in Fuzhou City, they flew away on a somersault cloud!

As for Lu Xun's plagiarism by Ye Kai, it is spread everywhere.

Because the poem written on the white silk cloth that had been burned on the spot by order of the Fuzhou prefect did not know how it was circulated!

This poem greatly shook the readers in the land of Fujian, and everyone wanted to see what kind of person I recommended Xuanyuan with my blood?

If it is said that this outrageous legend moved the low-level bitter men of Fujian, and that song deeply shocked the literati and gentry in Fujian!

Therefore, today, the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, Kui Lun, wants everyone to see the end of the thief parade in the street again, and the taste has changed inexplicably!

Lin Fengji was stuck in the prisoner car, he was already a little dying, half a month ago after Chen Daozai and other five people were righteous, Kui Lun did not order to kill Lin Fengji on the spot, but took him back to the prefect's prison, brutally interrogated him for more than ten days, and wanted Lin Fengji to say who was behind the instructions.

In the past ten days, Lin Fengji has been tortured, but he didn't say a word, whenever he couldn't stand it, he seemed to be able to see Chen Daozai and Tanjiasi's faces full of blood.

"I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood! I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood! Lin Fengji, who was a little confused, whimpered vaguely.

He could only whimper, because not only was his mouth stuffed with cloth, but even his tongue was cut off in half as he set off.

In a trance, as if he had a sense in his heart, Lin Fengji struggled to open his eyes and look at the second floor of a small house, where there were two scholars in long robes, one of whom raised the wine bowl in his hand at him, and then gently fell on the table!

"I'm going to beat you up today!"

"I'm about to beat you up too!"

Two angry shouts sounded in his ears, Lin Fengji remembered who it was, Suzhou Pan Yizhen, beside him was his follower Changshu Zhao Mengwen, the person who was most unaccustomed to him Lin Fengji in the past came to see him off!

"It's coming! They're all here! Lin Fengji smiled happily.

In the restaurant, tears blurred Pan Yizhen's eyes, and he and Zhao Mengwen read softly and firmly.

or xenophobia, or revolution, sacrifice to death; Grandchildren and sons, children and grandchildren, never forget.

This purpose, at some point, is naturally achieved; Even if it doesn't work, it will end up, and it will last forever.

Wen Tianxiang, Shi Kefa, for the National Death Festival; Up to now, all of them are full of fragrance.

The more afraid you are of death, the more you want to die, and death is inevitable; Willing to get home, keep home, family and country prosperous.

Yan Dian History, according to Jiangyin, fought fiercely on the spot; On the 80th, the city was broken, and the Qing soldiers were half wounded.

On that day, more than 1,000 counties were all fighting to the death; This Manchuria, even if it is ruthless, is not enough to die.

The warm sun is smoky, and in this Anmin Alley, there are no laughing children playing with the prisoner car, and no one thinks it is not wonderful because the thief did not shout that the eighteenth queen is a good man.

There was a splash of water, and by the Wanshou Bridge, the burly executioner quietly came to Lin Fengji's side and whispered softly in his ear.

"Sir, I, Chen Yidao, am a rough man, but I respect a good man like you the most in my life, don't worry, I will start quickly, I won't let you suffer, Tan Siye of the government has found the best cobbler, let's fight to the death to protect your whole body!" You can hit the road with peace of mind! ”