Outside the Dongnuan Pavilion, the steward eunuch Oroli, the little eunuch, and the palace people all knew that the two noble concubines were going to suffer.

Because the new emperor is the age of the dragon and tiger, the unique explosiveness of the young man is something that the old vegetable Bangzi of Qianlong can't think of.

I just don't know if it's because Concubine Ying was hurt by the heavy blow, or if Concubine Xun is more painful.

It should be a concubine.

After all, Concubine Xun is only twenty years old, her pelvis is less than half of that of Concubine Ying, and her humanitarian experience is not as much as that of Concubine Ying.

Although Concubine Ying looks pleasing, her figure is also first-class, and her conditions are outstanding in all aspects, after all, she is twenty years older than Concubine Xun and much older than the new emperor, so I think the new emperor will not be too fond of her.

Thinking about what happened to the two concubines, and then thinking about becoming the Qianlong Ye whose whereabouts are unknown, all the little eunuchs are embarrassed.

A few bold ones were even whispering there, not knowing whether to bet on which concubine would be carried out first, or on the new emperor's majesty to be carried out first.

Before long, there were exclamations from the concubines in the cabinet.

This exclamation made the corners of the mouths of the eunuchs led by Oroli involuntarily curl, but the little palace maids all blushed with shame.

A big battle had already broken out in the Warm Pavilion, as if there was no warning of a surprise attack, and as soon as the main forces of the two sides entered the battlefield, it was white-hot.

As the two sides continued to fight deeply, there were constant begging for mercy on the spot.

However, on the battlefield, where can there be a little love for children, and where can there be a little kindness for women.

Only one side is completely defeated.

Divide both victory and defeat, and divide the superiority.

After a long battle, the artillery on the battlefield finally stopped.

Inside the pavilion, tranquility was restored.

Only the choking smell of gunpowder smoke in the air reminds the world that the most tragic war since the founding of the Qing Dynasty has just taken place here.

It is very likely that the two super-grade concubines were killed.

With a "creaking" sound, the door of the warm pavilion slowly opened.

A breath of true dragon qi mixed with the smell of the concubine came to the nostrils.

The eunuchs immediately lowered their heads, standing there and not daring to gasp.

The moans of the two concubines could be faintly heard, begging passers-by to take her to the hospital like a seriously injured person.

The heavy man's breathing sound also reached the ears of the eunuchs in time, and the real dragon groaned.

Time seemed to stand still, and the air seemed to freeze, so quiet that it was flustering, and it was so slow that it was unbearable.

Jia Liu, who felt very good, tied his belt with satisfaction, looked around at the so-called minions who were waiting outside, and nodded slightly.

As an emperor with a different soul, he didn't like feudalism, so whether the Restoration Dynasty would continue to use the eunuch system of the feudal era in the future needs to be seriously considered.

"Your Majesty!"

After calculating the time of three breaths, Oroli stepped forward cautiously with a small notebook and said, "Do the two concubines want to be happy?" ”

"Huh?"

Jia Liu was stunned.

Then a picture of a Hong Kong movie came to mind, that is, the nobleman of Nalan was fortunate by Xianfeng, but because he did not meet Xianfeng's wishes, he was ruthlessly deprived of the opportunity to keep seeds.

The picture is extremely shocking.

The disheveled Lan Guiren was set up by two strong women in the palace, and an old eunuch walked behind him and struck Lan Guiren mercilessly at the waist and abdomen with a round peach stick.

The Nalan nobleman suddenly snorted like an electric shock, and then cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his face turned pale from pain, and his body was twisted like a snake.

Thoughts come back to reality.

Jia Liu knew that the so-called Liuxi was a unique rule of the Qing Palace, but whenever the emperor was fortunate to have concubines, there were eunuchs on duty who recorded them in the living notes, and asked the holy will if they wanted to stay happy.

The emperor said to stay, then it is good to serve, if he does not stay, then the concubine who has just been fortunate will have to suffer a crime.

To put it bluntly, it is whether the concubine is qualified to conceive a dragon son.

Whether this practice is scientific or not, Jia Liu doesn't know, anyway, he thinks it's quite inhumane.

He is also a man who advocates the rule of benevolence.

So of course, the two concubines are not allowed to suffer that living crime, after all, he is very happy when the two concubines are served, but he can't put on his pants and deny people.

And I don't think that the two concubines will be happy to win the Mark Six lottery at such a time, and it doesn't matter if they win, and they should be the small contribution made by the emperor of the restoration to the unity of the Manchu and Han dynasties.

Say stay now.

In the pavilion, hearing the man outside say to stay, the heart of the concubine fell instantly, her face was full of happiness and at the same time, her eyes were red, and two tears fell.

This time, it's not pretending.

Concubine Ying pursed her lips, glanced at An An's belly with some jealousy, and said that she had to endure all the hard work and tiredness, and finally cheapened Yin Ergenjueluo's family, which was really a loss.

I knew that I wouldn't be so active at the beginning, and it would have been good to let An An come first.

Jia Liu's side calculated that the president's side was almost done, and the princes and ministers who should enter the palace for a meeting should also be almost here, so he ordered to drive the Qianqing Palace.

"Autumn is crisp, and September in Beijing is full of joy of victory... I'm going to make a few points, first, and secondly..."

While walking, Jia Liu began to enter the role state, but he always felt that this kind of routine speech did not meet the characteristics of the emperor, and it was a feeling of being in trouble. After thinking about it, he crossed his waist with both hands, and pulled his right hand into the air, this time he had momentum, but the tragic fate of the mustache was a bit ominous, and he had better not be ambiguous.

Just as he was thinking about what kind of posture would be the best to face the princes and ministers, Jin Jian's big head appeared out of nowhere and scared Jia Liuyi.

"The emperor deserves to be the emperor, amazing, amazing!"

When the Minister of the Interior, who had not gone far at all, saw the emperor, he closed his pocket watch with a terrifying expression.

"Half an hour, huh?"

Jia Liu's face was smug and he glanced at the pocket watch in Jin Jian's hand at the same time, which was quite rare.

"Back to the emperor, to be precise, it took the emperor an hour and eight minutes,"

At the same time, Jin obediently gave the pocket watch that the Western priest presented to Qianlong to the six emperors, not to mention borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, because this pocket watch was originally from the palace.

"Am I so powerful?"

Jia Liu also felt incredible, scientifically speaking, five minutes is a strong man, isn't he a superman at this hour and eight minutes?

Maybe it's the Emperor's aura bonus.

"Let's click" opened the pocket watch, but found that the words on it had not moved at all, and couldn't help but look at Jin Jian suspiciously.

"The minister kept staring, and the power ran out."

Jin Jian skillfully took the pocket watch and began to twist the clockwork.

After a few twists, the watch suddenly went out again.

"Oh."

Jia Liu nodded, it's a drop, all clocks and watches in this year have to be wound.

Jin Jian kept staring at the watch, can the power of the watch not be exhausted.

"Let's go to a meeting with me."

The habitual right hand is placed in front of the waist, and the left hand is behind the waist, and the dragon-shaped tiger step is very heroic.

Jin Jian followed the same path as the fart, and just when His Majesty the Emperor was about to enter the gate of the Qianqing Palace, he suddenly shouted at the palace with his throat in his voice: "His Majesty the Supreme Emperor is coming to his most loyal Qianqing Palace!" ”

End of this volume.