Kangxi's will was soon passed down, and the soldiers who commanded the Yamen in the infantry army soon spread the will throughout the city.

And those noble mansions even had eunuchs in the palace come forward to convey Kangxi's will door-to-door. In fact, among these nobles in Beijing, Kangxi still knows more or less about which of them are smoking Fushou ointment.

For a moment, Kangxi even wanted to gather these people.

But at the moment before the will was issued, Kangxi still did not turn this idea into a will in the end.

The existence of Fushou paste in the capital has been some years. If you want to completely ban this thing and not kill a few people, how can you be deterred? However, there is no point in killing a few fish and shrimp.

Just like those corrupt officials and corrupt officials, have there been fewer killings in all dynasties? However, this kind of corrupt officials and corrupt officials have been going on from generation to generation, and in the final analysis, it is because of the luck psychology in human nature.

The same principle applies to many things.

Kangxi is already mentally prepared this time, that is, he will kill in his lifetime!

Why the Killing Spree?

Nowadays, most of the people who smoke Fushou paste are nobles, and most of them are in high positions. If these people are suddenly cut off from the ointment, then the person who provided them with the ointment can easily hold them hostage.

At that time, as the director of the Tai Hospital said, what can't they do for a mouthful of longevity ointment?

Even, it is not impossible for them to seek to usurp the throne.

Kangxi didn't want to stay in the palace by himself, and a group of people who wanted his life appeared outside the palace.

"What is this for?"

"If you don't steal and rob, you just take two mouthfuls of Fushou cream, why is it not allowed?"

"Long live Lord, you want the life of a slave!"

……

When Kangxi's will was conveyed to various mansions, many people panicked, and some even wailed.

There are many people who smoke Fushou ointment, and they know more than Kangxi.

In less than an hour after his will was delivered, there was really an endless stream of people who came to Qianqing Palace to ask for a meeting. Many nobles who had long been idle at home also appeared.

"Long live the Lord, open grace!"

An elderly Eight Banners old lord knelt in front of Kangxi, "The slave is a person who has buried his neck, there is only this little thought left, I beg Long live the net to open up!" ”

"Long live the master, the slave didn't steal, rob, or embezzle, so he used his own money to buy some Fushou ointment and suck two sips, and it didn't hinder anyone!"

One by one, the nobles knelt down and pleaded.

Kangxi always had a cold face, looking at the nobles kneeling in front of him.

"I've made up my mind!"

waited until these nobles stopped talking, and then Kangxi slowly spoke, "You, either quit this Fushou ointment, or commit crimes against the wind!" ”

"No matter who it is, as long as you dare to resist the order, I will never be soft!"

Kangxi looks at his rule more than anything else. At the beginning, the crown prince threatened his position, and he could even suppress his own son, but now, he is just a group of nobles and royal servants, how can Kangxi be soft-hearted?

"Hooray, I can't!"

"Ask for the grace of the Lord of Long Live, be merciful!"

A few Xungui who had been smoking Fushou paste for too long were kowtowing to Kangxi and begging for mercy, when they suddenly shivered, and fell on the Lin like convulsions, foaming at the mouth.

Addicted to smoking!

Such a scene happened suddenly, and the other people present were frightened enough, only to say that these people suddenly fell ill.

But as the doctors spoke, everyone was cold.

Is this what it looks like to stop chatting about smoking Fushou ointment?