This drop of blood, Wei Ye picked up from Chen Jialuo's heart, it was the essence blood of his compatriots who was connected to Qianlong's bloodline. When Qianlong went down to the south of the Yangtze River and the white dragon fish suited, he happened to meet Chen Jialuo, and the two felt faintly close. Although there is a difference between life and death now, this induction of bloodline nature is still there, and it is the best means for Wei Ye to lock Qianlong's position.

After all, Qianlong is a figure in the world of Yuyu, and this bit of blood-related induction was suppressed by him in an instant, and he just said coldly to Fukangan: "Let me go." ”

Fukangan hesitated slightly, but still did it.

Wei Ye's ability, he felt that he was clear, although he didn't expect this person to be such an arrogant and bold thief, but the invisible means of killing people while talking and laughing, the hard top is absolutely useless.

Qianlong looked at Wei Ye, first looked up and down, but smiled: "In my opinion, you are just a mortal, you have some Taoist ability, how dare you openly plot to rebel?

Wei Ye looked at Qianlong, and said with a smile: "Do you think Wei is a charlatan of those White Lotus Sects? You don't have any heavenly rules to scare me, heaven and earth are silent, the four seasons are intertwined, and all things are withered and prosperous, which is the law of heaven and earth. As for the change of dynasties, it is just the usual scenery of humane changes, if you feel wronged, Qin Ziying, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, the descendants of the Zhao family who walked through the sea, and the Chongzhen Emperor who hanged himself, who is not a ghost who died in death?"

When Qianlong heard this, he seemed to have seen the name of Wei Ye in a trance in the Book of the Later Han Dynasty, although the official worshiped the history of assassination, he was just a character in the biography of Fangshu. What's more, although he advertises that he worships Buddha and claims to be the reincarnation of Manjushri, he actually prefers science all the way. didn't believe Wei Ye's words at all.

The immortal warlock didn't pay attention to his eyes, but just returned the peach gold to the sheath, and continued: "As for coveting the throne, Wei would like to ask rhetorically, in your eyes, what is the throne? The power of a country falls into your hands, but you can kill people, burn books, repair gardens, and destroy antiques with all your might. If it weren't for your adoptive father Yongzheng, who had laid a solid enough family business, with your actions, what would you have boasted about the prosperity of Qianlong and the perfect old man? It would be a pity that the manpower and material resources of a country were wasted in your hands, and it was time to change the president. ”

When these words came out, Qianlong didn't care about Wei Ye exposing the mystery of his life experience, but his face turned red, and he just pointed at Wei Ye and said: "You!

Wei Ye nodded and said: "In terms of population prosperity and wealth, once the Qianlong Dynasty came out, the Han, Tang, Song and Ming dynasties were not enough. It's a pity that behind this prosperous era, just like this sauce-making place, sweet sauce was given to the nobles for a feast, and the stench was left for the whole world to suffer. You burned books and killed the first Xiucai, just to guard against the first-class characters of Huangchao, to raise greed and amass, but it is just a trick to cut power for the country to be rich and the people are weak, if it is placed in the world of the Han and Tang Dynasties, it is a big Ming Jun, but it is a pity ......"

Speaking of this, Wei Ye waved his hand, and an icy cold aura instantly enveloped the entire sauce-making place.

also blocked all Qianlong's rebuttals in his throat.

Only the immortal warlock sighed leisurely: "Zhilan is in charge, I have to get rid of it, not to mention that your brilliant Qing Dynasty is not even Zhilan, just a stinky sauce jar in the way?"

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Turning over the notes and poetry collections such as "Xiaoting Miscellaneous Records" and "Yanjing Bamboo Branches" compiled by the widows and young people of the late 18th and early 19th centuries of the Western calendar, there is a tone that will never change, that is, the reminiscence of the good days of the Qianlong Dynasty.

For example, those gourds inlaid with gems, crystal snuff bottles painted by masters, tea cups with a set of 36 Jingdezhen fire shelters, those goldfish sprinkled in the water like colorful glow, a flock of pigeons with a pleasant whistle like a hole flute, and a fat dog wagging its tail under the pomegranate tree in the palace.

Those elders of the clan, while learning the tone of Zhang Dai, the widow of the late Ming Dynasty, sighed to themselves that "cutting off the head is afraid of pain", and on the other hand, they recorded every bit of the Qianlong Dynasty in a nostalgic tone. If possible, these notes and poems will create a bunch of Qing fans who will follow the "Great Qing Fan" in this country in the future.

It's a pity that although there are a bunch of down-and-out people in the drama and storytelling, the leisurely life of the Beijing banner people has provided countless jokes for these citizens' entertainment business. But even the most daring inventors of history can hardly find any effective fig leaf for the demise of the Qing Dynasty.

Because the ground is so hard to wash.

Just a few days after his birthday, Emperor Qianlong, who claimed to be the "hero of a generation", was pulled out of the Qing Palace's sauce-making place, and then loaded into a prisoner car to tour the country, drinking along the way to order those Qing loyal ministers with braids to lay down their arms and surrender on the spot - such a perfect old man, such an emperor through the ages, how can people wash it?

Originally, in the inner city of Jingshi, several Duke's Mansions, Baylor Mansions, and Prince's Mansions dared to organize their house slaves and issue swords and guns to resist the money gang's men.

But when several ready-made prisoner cars appeared at the main gate of these palaces, even the most die-hard Prince Li, Yongen, saw the person on the prisoner car, and just laughed miserably and said to his Fujin: "The Aixin Jueluo family has enjoyed wealth for more than a hundred years, and it is not wronged. ”

Then he wiped his neck.

Wei Yeduan sat on the Ziyun Zhenzhen car, watching the men and horses of the Money Gang rush into the prince's mansion, the county prince's mansion, and the Baylor mansion, controlling these dragon sons and phoenix grandsons of the former Qing Dynasty, and controlling important yamen everywhere, just muttered: "It saves Murong Ge a lot of trouble." ”

At this moment, it is only the time of the sun, and the originally bustling capital has become empty, only the flagmen in the inner city are swallowing tears through the crack in the door.

Murong Parrot was in a very good mood, and there were always men and horses to send war reports from all over the place - except for those more important yamen, in order to prevent the dossier from being damaged, there was no strong attack. For example, the Nine Gate Admiral's Office, various clans, and ministers' mansions, he is simply heroic in handling it, as long as the other party refuses to surrender, it is a tactical rocket to bombard inside.

"What should you do with the Manchurian Eight Banners, the Mongolian Eight Banners, and the Han Army's Eight Banners in the capital? According to your path, should you concentrate on the square in front of the Forbidden City, and then drive the roller back and forth?"

"How can it? Except for the lord of the world and the uncles of these banner men who are sent, what good is it for me to kill those ordinary flag men who carry bags and drive cars? The banner people are not those blood-necked believers in the Gansu rebellion, and there is a sole lord and a group of mullahs to preside over the overall situation, as soon as the clan and the leaders of the Eight Banners go, it will naturally become a mess of scattered sand - sending them to Changping to sift the sand is better than killing them all in one go, after all, I am the master of the money gang!"

Drawing a circle with his hand without hesitation, Murong Parrot said with great interest: "Of course, there are not many people left on the Three Banners." The capital has changed hands, and it is not surprising that there will be chaos in various places, and it is difficult to say how many are left in those cities. This change of dynasty is impossible without blood in between. The clan and the Eight Banners are dead, and the Manchu and Manchurian surnames are abolished, which is the so-called punishment of their monarchs and the abolition of their ceremonial system, which is the integration of nationalities, common progress, and common unity. On the ground of my Murong Parrot, there is no need for a third-class person to control the Han with less!"

Listening to Murong Yu's ambitious recounting of future plans, Wei Ye sneered: "Did I hear it wrong? On the ground of your Murong Goose - your tactical rockets and third-rate masters, it is not a big problem to suppress this capital for a while, but if you want to dominate the world, it is not interesting to rely on money alone!"

When Murong Parrot heard Wei Ye say this, he was immediately deflated, glared at Wei Ye and said, "Then how do you want to play?"

"Let's open a parliament in the constituent chamber. Wei Ye shrugged his shoulders, "Since I have established the Daohai Sect Source, I will only concentrate on teaching affairs. It's just that the power to appoint and dismiss the Taoist officials must be separated from you. ”

Murong Parrot had a headache when he heard the word "parliament", but when he heard Wei Ye's answer, his eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded and said: "If the council is opened, the parliament will be held, then according to my opinion, if it is undecided today, it should be the military and political period, everyone will work together to completely revitalize this chess game." After that, Daohai Zongyuan and the money gang cultivated talents, opened up the wisdom of the people, and implemented discipline and government. Wait until the people's wisdom is opened, and then implement constitutionalism and create a republic, do you think it's good?"

He said loudly in his mouth, and secretly said in his heart: "Follow you to preach and preach, the spiritual power of this time and space is insufficient, except for you, an airborne monster and a disciple of the Dao soldiers, how many people can cultivate and succeed?

Wei Ye didn't seem to be aware of Murong Parrot's careful thoughts, but just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do you still want to choose each other's mascots first?" Although the jackpot of the donkey and the elephant is not good, but if it is replaced by a Xuan Xiong and a golden toad or something, it is also very compatible with the two of us." ”

Murong Parrot laughed and said, "This kind of trivial matter, whatever you want!"

Speaking of this, he stopped smiling again, and said: "If you want to settle the capital, you must first set Zhili, and now the governor of Zhili is still in Baoding." In order to keep the fruits of victory, early tomorrow morning, we will rush to Baoding and stew the governor of Zhili Province with a spoonful before we can act. ”

Listening to Murong Parrot talk about Baoding, Wei Ye's heart suddenly moved, as if there was some warning sign faintly attacking, but his mind must have been inexplicable, and he didn't know where it came from.