The effect of saluting Emperor Taizu Gao is not only very good, but also very good.

Although there was no applause, Jia Liu believed that the eyes of the princes and ministers present were bright, and they were just not good at letting their emotions out.

Lao A, Lao Kui, Lao Yang, and Lao Xu were relatively open, although they did not get up and applaud, but the look on their faces told Jia Liu that his move was a great success, seriously impacting the three views of the princes and ministers, and achieving first-class results, which was impressive.

Lao Ah also spoke silently, and through lip comparison, Jia Liu was sure that Lao Ah said, "Your Majesty's move is really high, high!"

Nodding slightly, it is.

"Your Majesty is tall and hard!"

The look of adoration on Queenie's face was undisguised, pure and pure with the openness in his heart.

Jia Liu was happy when he saw it, he liked this kind of unpretentious person.

Naturally, his gaze fell on Lao Fu's face, Lao Fu's cheeks twitched slightly, and then his mouth opened and closed a few times towards the six sons.

Jia Liu was stunned after hearing this: The old rich have such a heavy taste?

Looking at the other ministers of military aircraft, they either frowned slightly, or they were puzzled, and it seemed that they were not very comfortable with Jia Liu's salute to Emperor Taizu Gao.

After all, there are no rules to follow, and there are no examples to follow.

Although the meeting host next to Lao Fu, the twelfth elder brother Yongxuan, had no expression on his face, he was very awkward in his heart, because just now Devil Zi Liu claimed to represent the children of the clan, which seemed to be a bit overstepping.

You represent the children of the clan, and who do I represent?

And it's hard to say whether your devil six is after King Yu, why does it mean that I love Xinjueluo?

Only the rich father didn't say anything, and Yongxuan couldn't stand up and accuse anything, and at the same time, he knew that he couldn't afford to offend the self-proclaimed spokesperson of the sect now, so he could only get up and announce the end of the meeting very awkwardly.

The princes and ministers all went home from work, Jia Liu couldn't go home, and as the candidate of the hat king, he had to stay in the Zongren Mansion with other candidates for another day.

Tomorrow morning, there will be a bachelor from the National History Museum who will come to give a half-day lesson on the history of the founding of the Qing Dynasty for the candidates, and in the afternoon, the Zongren Mansion will also organize the candidates to study the genealogy of the kings at the beginning of the country.

The former is to strengthen patriotic education, and the latter is to strengthen the sense of family unity.

Both are indispensable.

After all, the Great Qing Dynasty is the Great Qing Dynasty that loves Xinjueluo, not the Great Qing Dynasty of the minions and subjects.

In addition to studying, candidates can only eat vegetarian meals at the end of the day, and do not eat meat.

Presumably, they wanted to purify their bodies and minds so that they could take a major turn in their lives.

This process was not proposed by Jia Liu, but was added by Queenie with a slap of his head.

It may be to make this election meeting more ceremonial.

The morning after tomorrow, all the candidates will take the morning bus directly into the palace under the leadership of Prince Zong Lingyi Hongxiao.

At that time, who is the chosen one and who is the one who is indiscriminate will be finally revealed.

For Jia Liu, it is really a matter of life and death.

If you are selected, everyone is good and everything is fine.

If you can't choose, don't leave any of them, and then choose, choose until the New Year!

......

With the withdrawal of the princes and ministers attending the meeting, the Zongren Mansion immediately became deserted.

The remaining candidates will first have to arrange accommodation.

Under the arrangement of the relevant staff of the Zongren Mansion, Jia Liu and his bodyguard Baozhu were assigned to a courtyard in the northeast corner.

The one next door is Gushan Beizi Yongzhuang, who once rushed to the palace to beat Qianlong in the Qianqing Palace, and the other is Yongwei, the Duke of Fuguo.

Yongzhuang's grandfather is the seventh son of the Holy Ancestor Kangxi, Prince Chun Yinyou, and Yongwei's grandfather is the abolished prince of the Kangxi Dynasty, and was later posthumously named Prince Li's Yinren by Yongzheng.

In the primary election, Yongzhuang received 22 votes, and Yongwei received a little more, with 27.

The nominee for Yongzhuang was the Ministry of Works' Shangshu Suiketo, because Suiketo had been the chief historian of Prince Chun's mansion in his early years, but even with this relationship, Suiketo still received 14,000 taels of nomination fees from Yongzhuang.

The nominee for Yongwei was the Manchu military minister Qinggui, and Qingzhongtang confiscated Yongwei's money because Qinggui's grandfather Yin Tai had been the teacher of the deposed prince Yinren.

To be reasonable, Yongwei is down, Yongzhuang is categorically not qualified to be a candidate, because he has deceived the king.

A person who has beaten the emperor can be nominated and successfully enter the second round, needless to say, it is mostly the result of the secret operation of the old rich.

It's disgusting Qianlong.

Yongzhuang also fought with Jia Liu when he beat Qianlong, but Jia Liu didn't care about hatred, one yard is one yard, so he greeted Yongzhuang with a smile, and he didn't hold a grudge at all.

Yongzhuang dared to beat the emperor at the court meeting, which shows that he has a bad brain and is a stupid hat and a coarse man, so he actually ignored the olive branch extended by Lord Jia Jia, who won the first vote for the candidate.

Yongwei was shrewd, and without waiting for Lord Jia Jia to greet him, he gave a smile and nodded.

Jia Liu dressed people with a salute, and greeted him in the same way.

After that, the three of them entered their respective courtyards.

As a result, the courtyard assigned to Jia Liu turned out to be very empty, and there were not many rooms, just three.

According to the area of the yard, such a large land can build at least a dozen houses.

It's a little weird.

Suddenly, Jia Liu's right eyelid jumped, and before he could react, his eyelid kept jumping, endlessly.

Jump left to wealth, right to jump disaster!

Broken!

Jia Liu's heart sank, and he looked around again, and found that the air was unsettling, and the layout of the courtyard looked ghostly.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong?"

Noticing that the president was a little uneasy, Captain Bao hurriedly asked.

Jia Liu didn't answer, but walked to the door, and there happened to be a full hall of directors passing by, and without saying a word, he called people to stop, and then asked who lived in this courtyard.

It's not in vain, a hundred taels of silver tickets are naturally stuffed in the hands of the person in charge.

I really don't have any change.

With his current net worth, it would be a bit despised to carry change on him.

"This..."

Master Man, who originally wanted to refuse to answer, saw that Lord Shikai had given too much, so he had to look around and said in a low voice: "Back to my lordship, the houses here are all used to confine the children of the criminal clan, as well as the concubines who have made mistakes in the palace."

Yes?

Jia Liu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered, isn't this shabby place of the Zongren Mansion dedicated to the sect room.

I can't help but feel unlucky.

Helplessly, he couldn't jump out and oppose it if others didn't have an opinion, so he had to ask the question he was most concerned about: "That, has anyone died in this hospital where I live?"

There is a big difference between those who have been locked up and those who have died.

"This..."

Master Man didn't want to talk about it, because the boss had instructed him not to talk nonsense about the Zongren Mansion, but Lord Shikai stuffed another one for himself.

"Yes! At the beginning of the country, Prince Azig and his son Laoqin were given to die in the courtyard where the adults lived. In addition, the deposed prince Yunren also died here."

Hearing this, Jia Liu's face immediately turned green.

This is not an ordinary bad luck, but a special bad luck.

If you contact yourself and become the hat king of the Qing Dynasty soon, it will not be particularly unlucky, but very unlucky.

Seeing this, Master Man also knew that this matter was a bit unlucky, but he still comforted Lord Shikai: "But don't worry, my lord, this courtyard has also lived in the thirteenth master, that is, Prince Lao Yi, who has lived here for ten years."

These words made Jia Liu's face soften slightly, but there were still shadows and pimples in his heart, so he asked the head of the man if he could help him change the room where he had never died.

Master Man immediately shook his head, it was not that he refused to help, but that the residence was personally arranged by Prince Zong Lingyi, and no one dared to adjust it except Prince Yi.

In desperation, Jia Liu could only return to his residence where the hat king and the prince had died.

His eyelids were still beating, which made him extremely uneasy.

Grit your teeth, let Baozhu grind the ink, and then lift the brush in self

The room where he had slept was facing the wall of the bed.

Looking at the strange symbols on the wall, Bao Zhu looked puzzled: "My lord, what is this?"

"This house has died in the Qing Dynasty, although I believe in science, but the belief of ghosts and gods is not wrong at all, this talisman can ward off evil spirits..."

Don't say it, true spirit.

Jia Liu's right eye stopped jumping on the spot.

To be on the safe side, he instructed the pillar: "Just in case, don't sleep tonight, keep a wake for me... No, give me a vigil, understand?"

"Understood, understood!"

Baozhu hurriedly took out his saber and sat on the stool, Jia Liu was tired for a day and was not in good spirits, and soon fell asleep when he fell on the bed.

The breeze blows through the candles, making the huge symbol on the wall light up and black for a while.

Unconsciously, the snoring of the pillar also came out.

The boy sat and fell asleep.

Jia Liu, who woke up in the middle of the night, had to put a piece of clothing on Baozhu, lest he catch a cold.

There was no movement outside the window, Azig's grimace didn't come out, and the ghost of the wasted prince didn't wander back and forth in the doorway.

It seems that science has triumphed over evil.