With Wei Ye leaving the table, Fu Kangan didn't have the heart to preside over any more meetings of the heads of the world, so he hastily said some words to the heads of the various factions, and asked them to wait for the return of the master of the Daohai Sect Source to determine the ownership of the Jade Dragon Cup.

After sending away the heads of various factions, Fukangan refused to rest, but just asked someone to light the lamp, and called a few henchmen to accompany him and talk some gossip.

None of the guards and horses were withdrawn, and they were still arranged everywhere.

Fukangan looked at the lights in the hall, but he couldn't help but think of what Fu Heng said when he was young: "One or two million people are in charge of hundreds of millions of Han people, just like a child carrying a big pot of hot soup, and it can't be done if you don't pay attention!"

At the beginning, he was just a child who was just enlightened, and he didn't seem to understand what he said, but when he himself tasted the taste of being kidnapped, and saw that there were still such a large group of forces on the rivers and lakes, he had some experience. Although those small sects and small factions are just a squire status, but those big factions and famous families are like separations, just when they exterminated Southern Shaolin, the military horses, money and food invested were not inferior to Zhang Guangsi's first conquest of Jinchuan!

The three words "Red Flower Society" are now almost a demon of him and Qianlong, and at this moment, a peerless master suddenly descended from the sky, and he was determined to be against the Red Flower Society, and Fukangan was surprised, happy and suspicious. At the moment, he was so confused that he could only wait for news.

In the second half of the night, the chef in the house prepared a supper, but he didn't dare to serve the wine, but he just soaked a pot of good jasmine Longjing, the so-called "dragon eye fish" of the flag people.

In this kind of Longjing tea mixed with jasmine, jasmine has always been put too much, and the floral fragrance overpowers the tea fragrance, which was originally only respected by the flag people who do not know the taste of tea. Fukangan has grown up in Xiangfu since he was a child, and he has never tasted good, but at this moment, in order to refresh himself, he pinched his nose and endured the strong fragrance, slowly sipping and sipping, I don't know whether he is irritable or excited, and even a little nervous.

He is a veteran soldier, and in the past, when it was time to decide the final victory, he often had such emotions. But compared with the past, Fukangan feels that there is some bottomlessness. This is not the time for him to be handsome, the victory or defeat depends on Wei Ye alone, this feeling of not being in his control is really not very good!

As for the side dishes prepared by the kitchen, Fukangan didn't move, he didn't lift the chopsticks, and the generals who accompanied him had to sit down. In this kind of torment, I don't know how long it took, but I saw Zhou Tiehun running in with a rolling belt, and shouted like a crow: "Dashuai, Lord Debud, the head of the internal guard, when he caught the Red Flower Society, he was martyred!"

When these words were spoken, Fukangan's heart sank.

As the head of the inner guard, the first warrior of Manchuria who was personally enshrined by the emperor, Debu led either the lamas who refined the Mahamudra Kung Fu in Tibet, or the Mongolian kings who served the Beijing Division, known as the "Eighteen Masters of the Great Interior", and also a close minister who was favored by Qianlong. Don't look at Qianlong's mean temperament, but he is also extremely kind to the ministers around him, and when he hears this news, he doesn't know how Qianlong is going to be angry-

After all, Qianlong's wariness of the Han people is now getting deeper and deeper, and the guards of the forbidden palace are only willing to trust the sons and daughters of the Manchurian and Mongolian nobles, and as for a figure like Debu who is first-class in internal and external kung fu and excellent in swordsmanship, it is even more difficult to find one. At this moment, hearing that Deb died in the hands of the Red Flower Society, even if he was as favored as Fukangan, he couldn't help but shake his body slightly.

However, Zhou Tiehu's next sentence lifted his spirits: "Chen Jialuo, the leader of the Red Flower Society, resisted arrest and resisted, and was killed on the spot!"

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Fukangan is a martial artist after all, and there is no complicated and detailed affairs except for the dispatch he personally leads. However, as a co-organizer of the university, He Shen is not so light, especially in August, there are many things.

In the past few days, first to organize Qianlong's birthday banquet, and then to guard against a large number of martial arts people entering Beijing at the meeting of the head of the world, the August Festival of the Ministry of Rites to the moon altar, the palace concubines to give alms to the Buddhist Temple, the Old Summer Palace in the chrysanthemum worship moon and other miscellaneous things, even if it is the energetic He Shen, but also busy after the three watches, at the moment I feel a little lacking in energy, in the study so slightly pretended to sleep.

But not long after he closed his eyes, the housekeeper Liu Quan came to harass his Qingjing, and shouted repeatedly: "Master, good news, good news, the thief of the Red Flower Society has been caught!"

The words "Red Flower Society" came into his ears, and He Shen suddenly fell asleep, and jumped up: "What do you say!"

"Fu Siye recruited a Taoist priest at the World Heads Conference, just in time for the Red Flower Society to lurk in the capital to cause chaos. Fu Siye took advantage of the situation and used this Taoist priest to wipe out the Red Flower Society!"

After hearing the news, the joy on He Shen's face faded, and the safflower society became a demon in Qianlong's heart, and it was like a thorn piercing into the flesh, it seemed to be grown, but when the thorn was cloudy and rainy, it hurt again. But such a great achievement was won by Fukangan so lightly and skillfully, didn't Fu Laosi look at people more with his nostrils from then on?

After being slightly lost for a moment, He Shen immediately returned to normal, glared at Liu Quan and said, "What are you still doing in a daze! Change clothes and prepare a sedan chair, prepare for the court, this good thing of good news can't be snatched by others!"

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Old Summer Palace, Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace.

As Qianlong's dormitory in the Old Summer Palace, the furnishings here are more royal luxury than the Palace of Nourishing the Heart. The cigarette smoke in the white jade furnace on the desk was faintly rising, and the supreme ruler of the Qing Empire slept on the couch darkly and sweetly.

In the dream, I only felt that the smoke and waves outside the Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace seemed to have turned into the scenery of the famous garden in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace in which I was located seemed to have turned into the scenery of the Tianzhu peaks on the bank of the West Lake.

Shangtianzhu is a small peak on the shore of the West Lake, but at this moment it is covered by clouds and fog, and there is a faint fairy mountain atmosphere.

On the bluestone at the top of the peak, Chen Jialuo was dressed in plain white monk's robes, his head was as light as the moon, and he was on his knees with the Fenglai Qin that Qianlong gave him, slowly plucking the seven strings, and seeing him, he said: "There are famous generals running around to rebel outside, and there are virtuous ministers and yin and yang inside, and the eldest brother enjoys the blessings of the emperors through the ages, and he really has a good sleep." ”

Qianlong completely forgot that he was in a dream at this moment, walked forward, sat on the side of the stone and asked, "The second brother parades the rivers and lakes, roaring proud of the wind and the moon, why did he suddenly become an ordained monk?"

Chen Jialuo said with a smile: "My brother's fate is over, and he is going to travel far away, and he has been entangled with his eldest brother for half his life, so I am here to say goodbye." The eldest brother has a wide range of worlds, and there is nothing to give, so he will use the phoenix of the eldest brother to play a song for the eldest brother. ”

After that, he lowered his head and dialed the palace merchant in his hand, but a paragraph of "Hua Xu Yin" popped up.

Qianlong sat quietly and listened to Chen Jialuo stroked the qin, only to feel that the sound of the piano was like a wind.

This piece of music depicts the Yellow Emperor's dream of entering the country of Huaxu, the so-called "pure customs and beautiful customs, and the people have no appetite." Heavy land to live in peace, punishment is exempt and there is no lawsuit.

Originally, according to the theory of the ancients, this Hua Xu was bombed to the final chapter, which is "the eternal blessing of Zhao Taiping, the unification of the world, and the emperor's wind is clear and mumu", which is the most graceful and courteous. However, Chen Jialuo's fingertips touched slightly, and the seven strings suddenly all collapsed, and the song "Hua Xu Yin" was broken in the Yellow Emperor's dream, the so-called "Russian Ran Xi dream is shocking".

Qianlong listened to the sound of broken strings, remembering the day when Chen Jialuo entered the palace to face the monarch and stroked the strings of the qin, the two brothers finally had a disagreement, and Qianlong finally recognized his identity, always the emperor of the banner people, not the monarch of the Han family.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be stunned, looked at Chen Jialuo and said: "Although you say that you have severed the relationship of the world, you are still my brother, and you can't let you practice in the barren mountains and mountains." Which famous mountain do you have your eye on? I want to build a treasure temple for you, and I will send you to accompany you to burn and repair day and night, you ......."

Chen Jialuo shook his head and said: "Brother, after all, you still believe in me in your heart, but you want to confine me up, right?" The rise and fall of the dynasty was originally like a tree, and the great Qing Qi counted to the elder brother's generation. According to the principle of withering and perishing, even if the heart of the tree gradually decays, it will not necessarily die after more than a hundred years. It's just the word qi, not only in the 'qi', but also on the tree, and if the logger arrives, he doesn't have to wait for the tree to die. ”

Qianlong listened to the word "lumberjack", and there was a faint alarm in his heart, but he didn't know where the police were, so he just sighed and said: "Why don't I know? I can't help but leave it to my children and grandchildren after 60 years of presiding over the prosperous era of Qianlong, and I will have a clear conscience when I go to see the Holy Grandfather and the Grandmaster in the future. ”

Chen Jialuo shook his head, no longer answered, just put down the Fenglaiqin and slowly walked into the clouds.

Qianlong was still unsatisfied, and chased after Chen Jialuo and shouted: "Second brother, although you are my closest relative, you need to know that I am the emperor of the Qing Dynasty! What is a country? I am a country! What is a society? I am a society! I inherit the destiny of heaven on behalf of the heavens, and I have thousands of parties in Kyushu, and the life and death of hundreds of millions of people are all tied to my thoughts. Therefore, if you can't get along with me, you can't get along with the country and society, and you can't get along with the people of the world! If you cling to the difference between the Manchus and the Han Dynasty, you will almost lose your morality and go to your position, and you will harm the country and the society, and I will naturally not tolerate you!"

"No, never!"

In the end, Qianlong actually jumped up from the couch with a shout, and bluffed the eunuch Sula who was on night duty outside crawled in, and said repeatedly: "Master, master, aren't you being nightmarish!"

At this moment, Qianlong looked at the Qingyan Hall of Jiuzhou, where he was still located, the night breeze was cool, and he entered with the last wisp of lotus fragrance in late summer and early autumn.

At this moment, the eunuch in charge outside hurriedly ran in, holding two gold-lacquered dense folding boxes and knelt on the ground: "Long live Lord, Grandpa Fu, and Zhongtang have a secret fold!"

Qianlong didn't feel sleepy at the moment, and then ordered the eunuch to take the key to the secret folding box and open it, he took a cursory look, but he was slightly stunned.

The demon dream fell into his arms, and the meeting with that person turned out to be like a reality. In the blink of an eye, a pair of unspeakable flesh and blood relatives were already separated by yin and yang, but for a while, they were slightly distracted and silent for a long time.