Capital.

The sun and the moon have changed to a new day, and the old country has passed away, leaving the "new dynasty and elegant government" in vain.

People come and go in the capital, less solemn and elegant, and more Hu Feng.

Most of the street pedestrians are well-dressed barbarians, and a small number are barbarians, in this place, the barbarians and the Han people are separated, and the descendants of the barbarians are born in the most prosperous places, and the Han people can only live in more remote places.

More and more vehicles entered the city, including the cars of the Mongolian princes, the convoys of merchants from the northwest, and centenarians from all over the country with their children and grandchildren.

The birthday banquet is approaching, and the lights inside and outside the city are lit up to begin to arrange the materials needed for the birthday banquet.

With the passage of time, people who were closer came to this place.

There is a special docking place outside the city.

"What about people?"

"People die on the road, and the boat and car are tiring, and it will not work when they get to Zhili."

"Forget it, next."

"Chen Cang Fufeng Xu Zhengchang, this year's longevity is one hundred and two, old man, please come with me."

Outside the city, an old man and a young man sat on a donkey cart, escorted by officers and soldiers into the city, and went to the nearest inn to sit down.

The old ones are hunched over, and the few ones are low-browed.

The two of them looked at the rest of the place and retreated a little in fear, which was in line with the demeanor of the countryman entering the city.

The two came to the inn, and after closing the door, their expressions suddenly became calm.

"Heavenly Master, what do we do next? Kill directly to the palace? "The young man is Li Changsheng, and the old man is Xu Xuan, the two of them used the method of disguise to change their appearance, and then mixed in through the household registration forged by the spies.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait for him to be at his most brilliant and brightest, and then kill him."

Xu Xuan said with a smile.

Seven days later, everyone came.

"Uncle Xu, this is your new clothes." The officers and soldiers knocked on the door and handed the clothes to Xu Xuan, "In the afternoon, we will leave for the inner city." ”

"Okay."

In the afternoon, the two got into a carriage, and the carriage drove to the inner city.

The inner city is more prosperous, and today the emperor has a big birthday and a big banquet.

The literati, gentry, and officials in the city all have a share, the clear water sweeps the streets, the loess paves the roads, the literati hold their pigtails and recite the Huazhang that praises the prosperous times, and the Taoist priests who are called braided zombies in the south pray to the heavens.

The barbarian generals were drunk, sang songs wantonly, and danced the Hu dances, while the clothed minions applauded and cheered.

The main venue of the banquet was even more luxurious, the ground was covered with red blankets, the gimmicks of the longevity banquet, and most importantly, these old people, centenarians were one hundred and eight, and eighty years old people were as high as three hundred.

Below the king of the clan, officials of the Ministry of Civil and Military Affairs, officials of the Minister of Civil Affairs and Ministers, and those who have been awarded the rank of civil and military officials gathered together.

In total, there are more than 3,000 people.

His Royal Highness has 60 seats, 200 seats inside the Danqi, 120 seats around the Yongdao, and 300 seats outside the Danqi.

People come and go, bustling.

Guests were offered ginseng, ruyi, porcelain, jade, antiques and more......

In front of the altar, Sun Taixuan held the magic sword, closed his eyes and pondered, and the disciples waited with the magic conch on the side.

Bell Bell ...... Hong Zhong Da Lu.

"The emperor has arrived!!" "The emperor has arrived!!"

The sound passed down layer by layer.

"Long live my emperor!!"

Everyone stood up and bowed, and the centenarian was not fit to kneel and bow, so he changed it to a bow, which was trained in advance by the ceremonial officials.

"Aiqing, please get up! Today, there is no distinction between monarchs and ministers, and we will have fun together! ”

Emperor Qianqing motioned for everyone to get up.

He was followed by teenagers in their early teens, as well as Dolgon, Dai Shan, Fan Wencheng and other important civil and military officials.

The crowd came to the centenarian's birthday feast and sat down.

The banquet begins.

Clang!

At this time, the conch sounded, Sun Taixuan recited the ancient prayer, and the magic sword burned with flames.

"Fulin, this is the country I have laid down, and you will definitely be optimistic about the foundation of your ancestors in the future." Tygi said to the twelve-year-old boy beside him.

"My father has a long life, and he will live forever, how dare his sons think about anything else." The boy was so frightened that he denied it again and again.

"Haha, don't be nervous, big day. You don't have to be polite. ”

On the other side, the ceremony of worshipping the heavens ended.

"I wish the emperor, long life, holy body and prosperity!!"

The crowd raised their glasses.

The crowd is staggered, and the voices are boiling.

Emperor Qianqing looked at the courtiers in front of him, there were old ministers of the former dynasty, representatives of the long-lived old people of the people, important ministers of civil and military affairs, and his successors, and Sun Taixuan also came to salute and sit down.

"The scholars, the frontier clans, and orthodoxy are all on us, and the day of the fall of the Southern Barbarians is not far away."

Dolgon's words woke Tygi up.

"From my father's thirteen armor to the current half of the country, in the future, our brothers will also enjoy wealth and prosperity with peace of mind." Tygi laughed.

"Your Majesty, the effect of the Guardian Army is amazing, why don't you increase the number of people?" Sun Taixuan said tentatively.

"Yes, Fulin, you learn from the national teacher." Tygi said.

The monarch and the ministers were polite, followed by Emperor Qianqing with a wine glass, followed by the eunuchs, in order to greet the Qiansu banquet to show their benevolence.

"Your Majesty, Liu Sifu, the champion of today's department, wrote a poem." At this time, the eunuch stepped forward and said.

"Oh, bring him here."

Soon, a Confucian scholar in his thirties came to bow and bowed: "It's a thousand years of Christmas, my generation is bathed in the emperor's grace, and today I have a feeling, Your Majesty, please listen to the next clumsy work." ”

"The heart is parasitic to Fulu, and I wish longevity and longevity......"

"Good! Good poetry! ”

Everyone applauded, the civil and military ministers sent their own poems, and even some military generals, of course, as for whether they wrote it, Emperor Qianqing can ignore it.

The veterans of the previous dynasty, the new generation of Yan Shenggong, the Mongolian princes of the Horqin and Khalkha tribes came to visit, and the Hui kings of the Hui tribes.

At this moment, Taiji felt that his life had entered a highlight moment, which was an achievement that his father had not achieved.

"Your Majesty, congratulations to the Ministry of Industry, the craftsmen have developed a flintlock musket from the south, and it will be put into mass production in the near future."

"Report, a big breakthrough in the shipyard, foreign craftsmen can make galleons, and the strength of our navy has soared!!"

"This ......" Taiji was shocked, looked at the courtiers in disbelief, and laughed and cried, "You have hidden so much from me!" ”

"Haha, Weichen specially chose today's gift!"

On the contrary, he was very good at learning, and knowing the benefits of firearms, he immediately stopped insisting on riding and shooting, and spent a lot of money to invite craftsmen at home and abroad to study the southern musket.

Now, the only gap between the two sides is gone.

"Haha!! Unification of the country! ”

Laying down Jiangnan is hopeful, how not to be happy.

The time, place and people are all on their own side, is there a god in the south who can't change his life against the sky?

Taiji couldn't think of a reason why Chang Kook could turn the tables.

For some reason, he always had a sense of unreality, always felt that everything was not real, that he had a glorious history out of thin air that did not belong to him, and everything was like a dream.

No, it's not a dream, it's a providence from God.

At this time, the old man Xu Xuan turned into stood up and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, there is also a poem below." ”

(End of chapter)