The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

The injuries caused by Dalin are not yet healed, and the hand is called the second kick and the foot is blown up.

It's really fucking stuffed with cold water.

Jia Liu didn't know what was going on, so he listened to a "poof" and then exploded, so fast that people didn't have time to react at all.

Bomb it, blow it up, and holding two kicks in your hand is the standard for the courage of the flag people.

Although there are several tragedies every year where two kicks explode in his hands, or his fingers are blown off, or his eyes are blown up, or he is broken into a pockmark, Jia Liu thinks that he is not an ordinary person, so what ordinary people are worried about has nothing to do with him.

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

The first banner man injured on the Chinese New Year's Eve of Qianlong's 40th year was Jia Jia Shikai.

After the explosion, there was silence in the courtyard.

The old locust tree stopped shaking in shock.

Jia Dalin, who was in a coma, raised his noble head for the first time and glared at the scene with panda-like eyes.

Wu Laoer, who was familiar with it, subconsciously stood to the side when he saw this, he knew that Lord Xiong was coming for real.

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

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

Realizing that the situation was not right, I couldn't help but be concerned.

Jia Liu was stunned.

The explosion was so stunned that when he realized that it was not good, his hand was still stretched out.

"Mom, pull a fark oil!"

Jia Liu, who came back to his senses, looked at his right hand for the first time, he was ready to be miserable, fortunately, although the entire palm of his hand was called the second kick and exploded black, but the naked eye could see that the five fingers were intact, that is, the tips of the index finger and thumb had whitish marks after gunpowder burns.

Pinch carefully, it's a little hard, and strangely, hey, it doesn't hurt much!

It's a blessing in misfortune.

"Check who produced this cannonball, the quality is so poor, which makes the consumer... Damn, I'll seal his shop tomorrow! Let the boss lose money, don't do business in the capital in the future if you don't lose! ”

Jia Liu attributed the problem to the quality of the product, not to the strict prohibition of holding hands as stipulated by the fact that he did not press the Ming and let go.

Strictly speaking, it is a problem of product quality.

First, the lead burns too quickly;

Second, the charge is incorrect.

Thirdly, there is no outer packaging instruction.

When I turned around, I saw that Daquan was looking at himself worriedly, and hurriedly grinned: "Dad, it's okay, I'll put you a big one with flowers!" ”

As he spoke, he bent down and prepared to order a forty-round firecracker, but as a result, the huge pain from his fingers made him can't help but change his face, and his cheeks were shaking.

After shaking his right hand in the void, he was able to suppress the distress of the drill.

Looking at the subordinates looking at him in a daze, no one dared to speak.

"What are you doing in a daze, come and shoot the cannon."

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

The Chinese New Year's Eve who asked for debt did not come to the door for thirty years.

"Oh... Oh. ”

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

Zhu Zhu stepped forward and said very seriously: "Young Master, you experienced a serious assassination just now, if it weren't for your great fortune, you would have been killed at this time." ”

"For the New Year, say something nice."

Jia Liu thought to himself that this is not a nonsense with his eyes open, even if it is to knock on the bamboo pole of the owner of the firecracker shop, there is no need to talk about the situation so seriously.

What to do if you scare the boss to death.

But soon his expression became solemn.

Because the bolt pillar said that the assassin was sent by the Jinchuan thief.

The reason why the thief sent someone to assassinate Lord Jia Jia is of course because Lord Jia Jia's hands are stained with the blood of the thief.

In other words, Lord Jia Jia is a thorn in the side and a thorn in the heart of the Jinchuan thief.

"It's the same as Lu Siniang's assassination of the first emperor."

The bolt pillar gestured, and it seemed that this description could be worthy of the identity of the young master.

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

Daquan was confused about what Zhu Zhu said, and then Fan Wei on the side told him that there was a rumor in Beijing that the Lord was fornicating with the thief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Daquan's reaction was the most intense, "The six sons are as afraid of thieves as tigers at most, and if you give him 10,000 guts, you won't dare to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country!" ”

The bolt is good to say, and dragged the old man into the hall.

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

The official statement should be to divert the attention of the masses and use the new hot spots to cover the old ones.

Jia Liu couldn't help nodding, he had already said that Zhu Zhu and Fan Wei were his Wolong and Phoenix Chicks, but now it seems that there is no water at all in this statement.

"The assassination of adults must be widely publicized, and everyone from the Jingshi to the hundreds of officials and children must know about it, so that those false rumors that slander and smear adults can be self-defeating!"

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

It's just that the Lord of the Ghost Family has doubts: "Why can the assassins of the thieves appear in the city?" This is very noteworthy and well worth pondering... In my personal opinion, it cannot be ruled out that there are traitors among our banner people who act as lackeys for the thieves, otherwise, the city is so tightly guarded, how can the assassins sneak in quietly. ”

"Tomorrow will work hard everyone, this year is the first, no matter what, we must find out the traitors of the Eight Banners!"

Jia Liu qualitative.

The crowd responded in unison.

Zamur was indignant: "Whoever makes the adult unhappy, we will make him have a bad time!" ”

Starting from the actual situation, Zhu Zhu asked a question: "Young Master, we have no way of knowing who participated in the assassination now. ”

Is it to find out who and who to arrest?

Fan Wei reminded: "Director Yang, we don't need to know who is against the adults, we just need to let people know that the adults have been assassinated." ”

It's not important to find out who catches whom, the important thing is that this matter has to be made all over the city.

In this way, it can dispel the rumors that are untrue to the ghost family.

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

It's a political thing.

In terms of action, the Yamen, the commander of the infantry army, had the responsibility of checking the security of the Jingjing Division.

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

"Let's do it first."

Jia Liu basically adopted Fan Wei's opinion, waved his hand and motioned for everyone to continue firing the cannon, while he endured the pain and asked someone to bring a chair and sit down from a distance to admire.

Ruxiu and Yuanyuan, as well as Wu Qinglian, the object of suspicion, all attracted the fireworks in the sky, and the three daughters felt distressed when they saw their husband's fingers injured.

Daquan ran to the house where the portrait of the ancestor was enshrined, and took out a jar in the dark, and when he opened it, he smelled a smell of oil, and saw that there were more than a dozen mouse cubs soaked in it.

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

Jia Liu put his injured finger into the oil jar and rolled it down, the pain was immediately relieved, and then wrapped it in a white cloth, and it would be intact in about three or five days.

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

That's it, there's a black birthmark on the buttocks.

The medicine is fried.

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

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

At the same time that the fireworks in the Efu Mansion exploded in mid-air, the entire Sijiu City was full of brilliant fireworks.

Unlike the lively Sijiu City, the sky above the Imperial City is pitch black, and the lively scenes of previous years seem to exist only in people's memories.

The reason why the imperial city did not fire artillery this year was that the treasury was empty, and the queen mother was not yet in mourning.

Very well understood.

In fact, Uncle Se, Prince An, who is in charge of the security of the palace ban, believes that the sound of firecrackers is easy to cover up the sound of guns.

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

However, Uncle Se still asked people to post couplets in Yongshou Palace, hung some palace lamps, and improved their diet slightly.

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

"In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. ”

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

Before that, he also wrote a lot of 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 lyricists could not enter the palace, which made Qianlong feel that the level of poetry had declined a little, so there was no good work during this time, which has to be said to be a pity.

In the past, the Manchurians did not celebrate the Spring Festival, and only began to celebrate this Han festival after entering the customs, and the Ming system set the Spring Festival as a legal holiday.

"Tomorrow will be the forty-first year of Qianlong, I can't imagine that I have been the emperor for forty years, forty years ago I was twenty-four years old, and the past when I ascended the throne can be described as a clear memory."

Qianlong, who had added a little gray hair to his sideburns, would be sixty-five by tonight, and he thought that he had been the emperor for forty years, and he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

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

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

Wang is a Manchurian white flag clother, the daughter of the four grids of the capital, and the ancestral surname is Wang. But there is an unwritten rule that all sons change their Manchurian surnames, and their daughters inherit Han surnames.

Sige died ten years ago, and his son Ba Aning was originally the deputy capital of the Eight Banners of Jiangning, and later his sister gave birth to ten princesses for the emperor.

Wang's uncle was the Minister of Internal Affairs sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to manage the summer resort in Chengde.

"How can there be an emperor in the world for thousands of years, everyone dies, how can I cross this law of life and death? ... I am very open to life and death, if God blesses me, I am only looking forward to being like the emperor for 60 years, and I dare not stand side by side with the emperor. ”

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

The breeze brought the smell of sulfur, which gradually permeated the entire palace, giving this dispopular palace forbidden place a hint of New Year's flavor.

After a long time, Qianlong retracted his gaze, glanced lightly at the guards who were monitoring him in the distance, and gently took Concubine Xuan's hand and slowly walked to the dormitory.

The pace is slow, but it is firm and powerful.

The wind will blow away the smell of sulfur and the shadow that will cover the imperial city.

He can be an emperor for forty years, and he will definitely be an emperor for fifty or sixty years.

Because, he is Qianlong. —At the end of the volume.